BD/A human male, a captured bandit serving a month in the dragon's harem instead of ten years in prison
From Create Your Own Story
You are a young man, a bandit by trade, quick with a sword and knife, your body lean from hunger and hard from a life of riding, running, and killing. Getting caught by those bumbling village sentries was a blow to your pride, but at least you found a way to commute your sentence to a mere month. Serving a Dragon Lord doesn't sound so hard, though you're a bit fuzzy on the details, having grown up in the wild, unprotected lands between villages. But how hard can it be? What could a dragon want? His scales polished? You don't mind shoveling a little dragon shit if it means getting out while you're still young.
You march with the others into the Dragon Lord's den, a large, squat building built from huge stone blocks. Inside, it feels like being in cave, your footsteps echoing. You can hear the sound of water running somewhere, but the floor is dry, the air warm. You stop for a moment before a pair of immense wooden doors, the solid oak beams bearing deep, pale scratches. The doors slowly open and you file inside, finding a large, warmly lit chamber with several beings already in it, some sitting on cushions or drinking wine. You see two more humans, one male and one female, a female faerie with bright orange hair and amber eyes, a satyr with black fur and dark skin, and a female goblin with mottled green and gray skin, bulging yellow eyes, and yellowed tusks. They watch you and the other new arrivals with wary interest.
The human female approaches your group first. She's tall and muscular, her harsh features somehow regal and commanding.
"Welcome to Lord Vayne's harem," she says and you draw a sharp breath. Harem? "While you are here, you will be fed and clothed and given a place to sleep. When Lord Vayne summons you to his chambers, you will go with all haste and perform whatever acts he wishes, or you will be eaten. It's as simple as that. Now, makes yourselves comfortable; I'm sure Lord Vayne will want to meet each of you before long." She walks away, leaving the others looking nervous or muttering to themselves.
