Kaven Alternate Ending

Within a forest in the land of Kaven sat an elegant manor owned by the aristocrats, the Jendeia twins, brother and sister, Jarkol and Stenany. None of the peasents in the area were aware of how the Jendeia household had made its fortune. It was during one of the twins shared dinners when, when HE would come. Jarkol was enjoying a dinner of cheese and wine, feeling the firm fingers of his small harem on his shoulders, opening his mouth to allow one of them to place a grape into it. His sister stared at him with disgust as she placed her spoon into her Queso Bouef de Porc, a delicacy of the cat people in Chato to the east. “Brother,” Stenany said, annoyed as he licked the fingers of one who’d been feeding him the grapes. “The brown haired
Even when he was dead, Stenany didn’t let up, insisting on stomping until she’d reduced his neck to a puddle of gore before kicking his his head as she could through a nearby window. “Guard!” she screamed. When they assembled, Stenany gave them their orders. “Some putrid mercenary might be coming to do something stupid. So anyone suspicious is to be-” Jarkol was suddenly ripped through the window, screaming all the way by a strange black chain that had appeared out of nowhere. After several moments of screaming, he was thrown back into the dining room, beaten and bloodied, a portion of his handsome face burnt to a crisp as he gasped for breathe. Everyone looked to the window. There, stood a man. Short black hair, clothes of green that covered everything up to his mouth, eyes of a demon behind his round glasses. On his shoulder, perched a sweet little kitten curling up to its owner. “That must be him. Guards, seize
Only for Skrole to spin around and grab the reptillian man by the throat. The two stared each other in the eye. Then Skrole forced the lizard man to turn around. There, upon Kirkeh’s back... were scars. Alot of scars. Skrole stared at the scars for a moment. Then he turned around, crossed the room, and hopped back out the window. Stenany laughed as the mercenary left, holding her good hand up to her eyes as she laughed and laughed, happy to have made it out alive... only for Kirkeh to kick her arm out of the way and stomp on her hand himself. He locked eyes with his mistress, as he brought the still burning hot poker, up to one of