Erawen was born in Sunhold, Summerset, on the 15th of Sun's Dawn, to two powerful Altmer mages. Her mother, Eriendal was a scholar of Restoration and Mysticism, and her father, Soren was a prodigy whose intellect drew the attention of the Psijic Order.
When Erawen was still a young child, her father was chosen to join the Order and had to disappear from public life. Eriendal followed him, bound by both love and duty, leaving behind their young daughter to protect her from that cloistered existence.
Before departing, they entrusted Erawen to a trusted pair of colleagues, Eldanamir and Eldaline, renowned scholars and historians of the Summerset Isles.
The Scholars of Many Tongues:
Eldanamir, a Lore Keeper and Archivist, dedicated his life to the study of Tamrielic myth, translation, and the preservation of lost texts. He served for decades within the Crystal Tower’s archives before its fall and is fluent in Aldmeri, Old Aldmeri, Common, Dwarven, Ayleid, and even a touch of the Dragon Tongue.
He taught Erawen the value of language, not just as communication, but as the vessel of thought and magic itself. His favorite saying is:
“To know a word is to hold its power. To forget it is to lose the world it names.”
Eldaline, his wife, is a daring scholar and archaeologist who spent years unearthing Ayleid and Dwemer ruins throughout Tamriel. She too is fluent in several ancient tongues and specialized in deciphering magical inscriptions and runic patterns. She believed that magic and history could not be truly understood without walking through the dust of their origins.
She often took Erawen on field studies, letting her brush the carved walls of ancient temples and listen to the silence of forgotten halls.
Together, Eldanamir and Eldaline provided Erawen with a rare and balanced education, half scholarly, half exploratory. Their home is part library, part museum, overflowing with scrolls, maps, relics, and stories of distant civilizations.
Erawen’s Education and Personality:
By adolescence, Erawen could already read and write in several languages and perform complex spells from multiple schools of magic. She became fascinated by the way language shaped magic, how ancient dialects carried power, and how even the Dragon Tongue could command the very elements.
Her curiosity was boundless, but unlike many of her kin, she retained her warmth and compassion. She approached learning with humility, believing that every discovery must serve life, not pride.
Eldanamir and Eldaline, proud of their daughter’s brilliance and heart, sponsored her journey to the College of Winterhold, where she continued her studies in arcane theory, linguistic magic, and the history of lost civilizations.
At the college Erawen also decided to feed into her love for the stars and began to dedicate her studies towards Astronomy, alongside her other pursuits. She is very knowledgeable but, she wants to learn all the world provides.
Since I can no longer mod SE/AE, I have decided to take it upon myself to continue to have Rumarin, by ✨being✨ Rumarin. That's right, banana husband is Dovahkiin now.
I am going to stick to stats that I feel like would work as a build, since I don't want to completely limit myself, but he's still going to be a Bladebinder primarily. That will not change.
Rumarin belongs to the mod Interesting NPC's By Kris Takahashi
Erawen was sitting at her desk in the Arch-Mage's quarters, for the most part it was silent aside from the humming of the magic around the room and the scribbling of her quill against the parchment.
Rumarin was in the room, sprawled out across the bed. His eyes closed as his hand wandered close to his heated sex. He bit his lip as he cupped himself. He was aroused, but didn't want to bother Erawen. Being Arch-Mage came with a lot of responsibilities.
So he figured, he could just do it himself. She was far enough away as to not see him, the quarters was rather large in that sense.
"Just for a little bit." Rumarin huffed to himself as he pulled his trousers down past his thighs, his breath hitched when he felt the biting cold on his bare skin. He wrapped his palm around himself, he gave himself a few experimental pumps.
He groaned softly as he bit his lip, attempting to be quiet as he started to stroke himself faster. He tilted his head back.
"Oh gods..." He moaned as his eyes fluttered shut, he chewed his bottom lip. Squirming as he worked himself, he covered his mouth when he got a bit louder.
His cockhead was soaking with precum, he needed this. His breathing got more ragged as he chased that high he desperately needed.
What Rumarin didn't know was Erawen could hear him and is fully distracted now. Sitting at her desk, burning red as she listens to her husband pleasure himself. Her cunt ached now and dripped into her loins. No amount of pressing her thighs together helps, so she stands.
Rumarin is panting as he strokes himself faster, then his ears twitch and his eyes open when he hears his wife's voice.
"Ru? What are you doing?" She asks as she stands near the bed, Rumarin is red in the face as he looks at her sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." He tells her, Erawen arches her brow.
"You were busy, I didn't want to interrupt you, it seemed important." Rumarin explains as he catches his breath. Erawen smiles at him as her eyes soften.
"Honey, there is nothing more important than your needs." She replies, he smiles back, his cheeks still red.
"May I?" Erawen asks, her eyes looking him over, he smirks at her.
"How could I say no." He purrs as he shifts, allowing his wife to join him in the bed.
"How close did you get?" Erawen hums as she replaces Rumarin's hand with her own. He groans as he bites his lip, his hips involuntarily jerking forward.
"Barely got started." He huffed as he looked at her, his amber eyes burning with desire now, she smirked at him.
"Good." She hums as she gives him a few strokes, his precum leaked onto her fingers, making her bite her lip in response.
She maneuvers then, sliding her trousers off, then her tunic. Rumarin removed his own clothes. Erawen swung her leg over her husband's body, straddling him. She leans down, cupping his face.
"Would you like to be ridden, my beautiful husband?" She whispers, her hot breath calms the goose skin covering Rumarin's arms and shoulders. He nods his head.
"Yes." He replies raspily as he grabs her hips, eagerly shifting beneath her, she just smiles as she leans back and slides his cock into her soaking cunt. Both of them let out long moans, feeling each other.
"Gods, you're so wet." Rumarin pants as he knits his brows together. Erawen shudders, feeling her husband stretch her perfectly. She bites her lip as sinks onto him. He smooths his hand down her back, feeling her soft skin against his palm.
Erawen leaned down once she got comfortable and started to bounce softly at first. Rumarin groaned into her neck, kissing her pulse point. She moans into his neck.
"Gods, you feel so good." She whimpers into his skyward ear, he shivers as his cock twitches inside her.
"So do you." He replies as he grabs her hips tighter, he thrusts up into her. Usually he'd be joking or being playful, but the pleasure was overwhelming tonight and he couldn't think straight.
The loud clapping of skin on skin resounded, along with the lewd squelching of their sexes connecting. Erawen buried her face into her husband's neck, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably.
By this point, Rumarin had wrapped his arms around his wife's entire body as he pounded into her, panting and moaning into her shoulder. Sweat beads rolled off their golden skin.
"Gods yes!" Erawen cried, Rumarin's cock was hitting her sweet spot with every powerful thrust. She was close. Her walls began to flutter, Rumarin noticed.
"Cum for me, my love." He moaned, he ached, but didn't dare come before his wife. Erawen's body convulsed as her walls tightened, her orgasm rattled her being. She screamed as she squirt her release. Only then did Rumarin allow himself to let go.
It was just a few more thrusts and he was cumming. He threw his head back arching his body, his fingers dug into his wife's hips as he let out a guttural cry. His toes curling as he expelled thick ropes into his wife. His cock convulsed, spewing his release.
When their orgasms faded away, the two Altmer relaxed into each other. Rumarin's cock softened inside Erawen. His seed leaking out of her now.
Both of them panted, covered in sweat, their hair tousled and their voices hoarse.
"Are you okay?" Rumarin is the first to break the silence, his fingers trail along his wife's spine, she shudders as she hums.
"I am, are you?" She asks softly as she lifts her head to look at him. He smiles at her.
"Much better than doing it myself." He jokes, Erawen snorts a laugh, she kisses his jaw, then his cheek, then his lips. He reciprocates, kissing her deep, but soft. His hands run down her back.
They pull away, their lips not yet wanting to part as they stick together.
"I love you." Erawen whispers, Rumarin looks at her adoringly, his voice even softer.
"I love you too." He replies, he kisses her nose, then lifts her off. He stands up and holds out his hand.
"Let's go bath, hm?" He offers, Erawen smiles, taking his hand.
"I'd like that." She hums as she follows him to the bath in their quarters.
Erawen raced through the towers, her lightning rippling the air around her, the smell of burnt flesh was overwhelming as the bodies smoked at her feet.
As she was walking towards the door that led to the bridge between the two towers, a bandit appeared, she had a split second to react and didn't register it. The bandit was swinging.
However before it could be devastating, a bound arrow whizzed over Erawen's shoulder, piercing the bandit's forehead, making her fall dead at the Altmer's feet.
She looked back and saw Rumarin standing just a few paces behind her, his bound bow still shimmering in the dark tower, Erawen could just smile as she turned back and headed out onto the bridge, Rumarin was on her heels.
The two Altmer dodged arrows from the bandit on the cliffside opposite of them. They ran as fast as their legs would take them. Rumarin dispelled his bow and switched it out for his sword.
Erawen got to the other tower, her hands glowing with lightning, she headed out the door, the arrows came flying.
Before she could process what was happening, Rumarin was running past her, his ward glowing bright in the night as he rushed forward. He slashed his bound sword across the bandit's lower abdomen, gutting him. He fell dead at Rumarin's feet.
Erawen stood back, panting as the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. Rumarin took a moment to recover before he dispelled and went to his wife. He checked her over carefully. She laughed as she rested her hands on his chest.
"Ru, I'm okay. Stop fussing over me." She says softly, Rumarin meets her eyes.
"It's my job as your husband to make sure you are unharmed." He says, just as soft. Erawen could only smile up at him.
"I never got the chance to get hit, you killed them all before they could." She responds as she leans on him, he just smiles down at her as he wraps his arms around her waist.
"Then I have done my job well." He jokes as he leans down and meets her lips with his, she melts into arms, reciprocating his kiss.
Erawen was sitting at her desk in the Arch-Mage's quarters, for the most part it was silent aside from the humming of the magic around the room and the scribbling of her quill against the parchment.
Rumarin was in the room, sprawled out across the bed. His eyes closed as his hand wandered close to his heated sex. He bit his lip as he cupped himself. He was aroused, but didn't want to bother Erawen. Being Arch-Mage came with a lot of responsibilities.
So he figured, he could just do it himself. She was far enough away as to not see him, the quarters was rather large in that sense.
"Just for a little bit." Rumarin huffed to himself as he pulled his trousers down past his thighs, his breath hitched when he felt the biting cold on his bare skin. He wrapped his palm around himself, he gave himself a few experimental pumps.
He groaned softly as he bit his lip, attempting to be quiet as he started to stroke himself faster. He tilted his head back.
"Oh gods..." He moaned as his eyes fluttered shut, he chewed his bottom lip. Squirming as he worked himself, he covered his mouth when he got a bit louder.
His cockhead was soaking with precum, he needed this. His breathing got more ragged as he chased that high he desperately needed.
What Rumarin didn't know was Erawen could hear him and is fully distracted now. Sitting at her desk, burning red as she listens to her husband pleasure himself. Her cunt ached now and dripped into her loins. No amount of pressing her thighs together helps, so she stands.
Rumarin is panting as he strokes himself faster, then his ears twitch and his eyes open when he hears his wife's voice.
"Ru? What are you doing?" She asks as she stands near the bed, Rumarin is red in the face as he looks at her sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." He tells her, Erawen arches her brow.
"You were busy, I didn't want to interrupt you, it seemed important." Rumarin explains as he catches his breath. Erawen smiles at him as her eyes soften.
"Honey, there is nothing more important than your needs." She replies, he smiles back, his cheeks still red.
"May I?" Erawen asks, her eyes looking him over, he smirks at her.
"How could I say no." He purrs as he shifts, allowing his wife to join him in the bed.
"How close did you get?" Erawen hums as she replaces Rumarin's hand with her own. He groans as he bites his lip, his hips involuntarily jerking forward.
"Barely got started." He huffed as he looked at her, his amber eyes burning with desire now, she smirked at him.
"Good." She hums as she gives him a few strokes, his precum leaked onto her fingers, making her bite her lip in response.
She maneuvers then, sliding her trousers off, then her tunic. Rumarin removed his own clothes. Erawen swung her leg over her husband's body, straddling him. She leans down, cupping his face.
"Would you like to be ridden, my beautiful husband?" She whispers, her hot breath calms the goose skin covering Rumarin's arms and shoulders. He nods his head.
"Yes." He replies raspily as he grabs her hips, eagerly shifting beneath her, she just smiles as she leans back and slides his cock into her soaking cunt. Both of them let out long moans, feeling each other.
"Gods, you're so wet." Rumarin pants as he knits his brows together. Erawen shudders, feeling her husband stretch her perfectly. She bites her lip as sinks onto him. He smooths his hand down her back, feeling her soft skin against his palm.
Erawen leaned down once she got comfortable and started to bounce softly at first. Rumarin groaned into her neck, kissing her pulse point. She moans into his neck.
"Gods, you feel so good." She whimpers into his skyward ear, he shivers as his cock twitches inside her.
"So do you." He replies as he grabs her hips tighter, he thrusts up into her. Usually he'd be joking or being playful, but the pleasure was overwhelming tonight and he couldn't think straight.
The loud clapping of skin on skin resounded, along with the lewd squelching of their sexes connecting. Erawen buried her face into her husband's neck, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably.
By this point, Rumarin had wrapped his arms around his wife's entire body as he pounded into her, panting and moaning into her shoulder. Sweat beads rolled off their golden skin.
"Gods yes!" Erawen cried, Rumarin's cock was hitting her sweet spot with every powerful thrust. She was close. Her walls began to flutter, Rumarin noticed.
"Cum for me, my love." He moaned, he ached, but didn't dare come before his wife. Erawen's body convulsed as her walls tightened, her orgasm rattled her being. She screamed as she squirt her release. Only then did Rumarin allow himself to let go.
It was just a few more thrusts and he was cumming. He threw his head back arching his body, his fingers dug into his wife's hips as he let out a guttural cry. His toes curling as he expelled thick ropes into his wife. His cock convulsed, spewing his release.
When their orgasms faded away, the two Altmer relaxed into each other. Rumarin's cock softened inside Erawen. His seed leaking out of her now.
Both of them panted, covered in sweat, their hair tousled and their voices hoarse.
"Are you okay?" Rumarin is the first to break the silence, his fingers trail along his wife's spine, she shudders as she hums.
"I am, are you?" She asks softly as she lifts her head to look at him. He smiles at her.
"Much better than doing it myself." He jokes, Erawen snorts a laugh, she kisses his jaw, then his cheek, then his lips. He reciprocates, kissing her deep, but soft. His hands run down her back.
They pull away, their lips not yet wanting to part as they stick together.
"I love you." Erawen whispers, Rumarin looks at her adoringly, his voice even softer.
"I love you too." He replies, he kisses her nose, then lifts her off. He stands up and holds out his hand.
"Let's go bath, hm?" He offers, Erawen smiles, taking his hand.
"I'd like that." She hums as she follows him to the bath in their quarters.
