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private multimuse blog by RIA for KAERHOLTHQ. muses include : brynjar schwab , lazarus korvin

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open !

location : the gruesome garden time : late evening

bottle in hand , brynjar could afford to stumble around with his sword put away in his room’s chest. figuratively & literally. he paid well , & took enough jobs & came through with results that no one was really going to tell him not to. he’d recently scored a rather large treasure , close by , on the outskirts of the city , right under everyone’s noses. not only had it paid well , it had cost next to nothing. so , he was in oddly high spirits , not paying much attention where his large form staggered. it didn’t take long for him to bump right into someone , spilling a good half of his refilled ale on the ground between them. words only slurred a little - “ aye , m’sorry. good thing i missed your boots though , yeah ? ”

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qeony ;​

THE  SOUND  OF  brynjar’s  ragged  breaths  &  amaru’s  own  heaves  had  died  down  well  over  an  hour  ago  —  and  though  their  skin  continued  to  remain  sticky  from  the  salt-slicked  sweat  that  clung  to  it  ,  the  honey-haired  flower  pays  no  mind  to  the  way  their  body  all  but  refused  to  untangle  itself  from  his  companion’s.  he  was  no  stranger  ,  after  all  ,  and  amaru  had  long  since  embraced  the  lingering  desire  to  press  closer  ,  closer  ,  closer  still  to  b’s  sturdy  frame.  the  thin  blanket  of  their  bed  drapes  over  both  of  their  bodies  ,  amaru’s  legs  twined  into  brynjar’s  &  their  head  nestled  neatly  against  his  chest.  in  the  silence  that  envelops  them  ,  amaru  is  able  to  focus  solely  on  the  sound  of  brynjar’s  heart  beating  against  his  ribcage  —  steady  ,  unyielding  ,  strong.  

they  stir  only  after  a  long  moment  ,  chin  resting  upon  brynjar’s  sternum  as  sea-breeze  hues  peer  up  to  meet  dark  browns.  ❝  will  you  tell  me  a  story  ?  ❞  their  chirp  is  soft  ,  quiet  –  little  more  than  a  breathy  murmur  –  as  they  study  the  sellsword’s  expression.  amaru  reaches  with  one  hand  to  allow  the  pads  of  their  delicate  fingers  to  gently  brush  through  the  coarse  hair  of  brynjar’s  beard.  though  honeyed  curls  are  mussed  &  disheveled  from  their  previous  activities  ,  they  look  almost  angelic  –  and  as  he  smiles  ,  the  faintest  glow  seems  to  emanate  from  them  in  the  darkness.  ❝  it’s  been  too  long  since  you  last  told  me  something  interesting.  the  night  is  still  young  &  i  have  no  desire  to  kick  out  my  favorite  visitor.  ❞

HE COULD NEVER be sure if he deserved the softness of the moments he had with amaru , but brynjar couldn’t make himself stop taking them , or pull away from them. everything slowed down , got quieter , clearer — & it was as close to pure as someone like him had hopes of getting. the feeling of blonde locks tickling across his chest pulled him from his thoughts , hands pausing in their gentle caress across their slim & slender shoulders. digits combed lightly through his beard & brynjar couldn’t help the comfortable sigh that left him. at first , he could only hum in response ; getting lost in looking down at the angel perched nicely on his chest.

hands shifted , the tips of his fingers working into amaru’s hair to massage his scalp , all but petting his favorite boy. brynjar snorted , peering down at them with a thick brow raised & half a smirk on his lips , “ excuse me ? what are you gonna do to make me leave ? pout ? as if you would kick me out , or could. ”  timbre was deep & gruff as it always was , but held a certain gentleness that anyone else seldom heard from his lips. with another sigh he continued , eyes rising to the intricate ceiling moulding as he thought over which tale to tell. “ hmm. . . have i ever told you anything about our beliefs ? you’re familiar with the church , obviously ; but ours is older. tales not written but passed down before anyone has been able to remember. there’s a snake eating it’s tail that encircles the world. he spins & spins , with the tip of his tail in his mouth to keep everything in place. he’s the child of one of our gods , & he’s the decider. when he finally lets go of his tail , the end times will come. the whole world will collapse into the sea , & he’ll fall down to the oceans & devour us all. ” he paused , that playful smirk rising back to his lips , “ let’s hope we’re out at sea when it happens. it’ll be quick & painless. ” 

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{ chance perdomo, 27, demiman, he/they } ** whispers dart through the streets of kærholt. was that LAZARUS KORVIN that was spotted? they’re a SOCIALITE in the city and are known for being INTUITIVE and ABRASIVE. they DO NOT have magical abilities. the whispers say they are ALLIED WITH the eldrkirk and are FOR the laws about magic. may the fire keep them warm. **

a keeper , a collector of all things — chunky rings , rosaries , secrets & lies. . .

name. lazarus azriel korvin age. twenty-seven gender. demiman pronouns. he/they sexuality. bisexual occupation. professional socialite politics. family is affiliated with the church , so he is by association. he’s not devout , but his family is considered pious & flame-fearing. magic. no magic , & in support of the laws against it. this is mostly out of fear of the unknown. pros. professional , collected , presentable , witty , perceptive cons. blunt , self-centered , materialistic , childish , spoiled

lazarus is the oldest son of a new money family in kaerholt ; being bookies for merchants & businesses on the docks , & the rest priests & holy men affiliated with the church — it’s easy to see how they become known & successful so quickly. established at this point , lazarus has had a more than comfortable life.

raised to take over , & he has no interest in the monotony of what life is as a family head. he doesn’t want to manage , he wants to be involved.

 officially he is a socialite , active in political affairs — but unofficially , he sells the information he gathers during the day. sneaks off to the docks , lurks around corners to eavesdrop. will put himself wherever he needs to be to hear or see what he needs. he’ll do nearly anything. . . for the right price.

lazarus is not himself pious , much to his family’s chagrin. he doesn’t speak out against the church , & he only attends services when he feels he has to. he’s simply apathetic towards the concept ; not interested in something he can’t see or touch.

nothing is ever what it seems with lazarus , no matter how genuine the smile may seem. there’s always a different goal , an ulterior motive. very rarely does he act impulsively , or on a base want. it’s all about the game for them.

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{ casey deidrick, 29 , cisman, he/him} ** whispers dart through the streets of kærholt. was that BRYNJAR SCHWAB that was spotted? they’re a SELLSWORD in the city and are known for being PLAYFUL and SPITEFUL. they DO have magical abilities. the whispers say they are ALLIED AGAINST the eldrkirk and are AGAINST the laws about magic. may the fire keep them warm. **

from old lands , with old ways , worshipping old gods  —

name. brynjar dmitri schwab age. twenty-nine gender. cisman pronouns. he/him sexuality. homosexual occupation. sellsword / adventurer for hire politics. known to be against the eldrkirk & it’s anti-magic policy magic. battle enhancements — skin hardening , strength & speed amplifying , able to be silent & hide well in shadows. battle buffsTM. it’s not well known that he has these abilities. pros. playful , excitable , capable , strategically intelligent , open minded cons. temperamental , lacking some common sense , petty , selfish , defensive

brynjar hails from the countryside , north of kaerholt , free of the mess & influence of the political & religious strife that plagues it. magic is accepted & honed , whatever the skill may be. he grew up in a way that the eldrkirk’s would call primitive - farming , hunting , fishing , gathering. one with the forest & following the ways of the old gods. his family was good to him , & it wasn’t a life he had to escape from. 

he was curious about kaerholt as a young adult , so he traveled into the city & offered up his physical skills as labor to the merchant market. . . & the rest was history. brynjar found himself addicted to city life — the thrum , the money , the services that were available , the treasures that could be had.

he’s well known for his adventures & his willingness to take any job , the more dangerous the better. of course , no one knows his magic is why his success rate is so high. . . & he’s looking to keep it that way.

he’s known to be against the church , but he’s not that much of an idiot. he doesn’t walk down the streets screaming his ‘blasphemy’ , he keeps it to himself.

he does leave the city a few times a year to go meet up with his clan for important celebrations like harvest season & lunar events.

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