The moonlight lit the sky, littered with stars, the only sound being heard at this time were the melodious tunes from a flute, being played by a certain elf blooded man.
It wasn’t often he played his flute, in fact barely anyone knew he even played, but late at night he would sneak out from wherever it is he was staying, find a spot and play 'till his heart’s content. This time it was on the balcony of the inn they happened across, quiet inn with a lot of forest around them, a river nearby that normally would be the only sound one would hear at this time of night.
Sitting on the fence, a leg dangled over while the other tucked beneath him, his dark hair loose and swaying in the gentle breeze. He treasured times like this. So quiet and quaint. There were no responsibilities, no obligations, no expectations, just the freedom to play as he pleased.
The music he played was sad, sombre and sorrowful. He didn’t play for the purpose of pleasing others, despite that being the reason his mother insisted he start. He played purely for his own satisfaction,
What he didn’t know, was every time he played, his lighter haired companion lurked in the shadows, listening in. The two often shared a room or tent, so whenever he crept out to play, the other was quite aware of it, staying nearby to make sure he stayed safe, but also to listen to his playing.
He wished, wanted and waited for him to play for him, a secret longing he did not wish to share, but sitting nearby felt so taboo, sharing this intimate moment with him.
Lakkam replied with a soft nod as he stepped forward and took out his weapon, a wand that he hid within his highly decorated flute, elegantly placing it by his side and bowing to Isilmesar, raising only his head as he looked up at him through long fallen raven hair, a playful gleam in his eyes that only he could see.
Isil's dagger was already out and hovering about as he bowed as well, a brow arching upwards in question but his own eyes flashed with excitement. His hands began to fidget, spells coming to mind, yet fading fast as he waited for the start of the match to be called.
Kalistine watched with interest, though not as much as Corinth was.
Veryien stood by Kalistine's side and observed the match through her own means, which made Mehera curious as to how she was even going to spectate such a thing.
"Remember, no blood shed, and no hitting between the legs, we have standards right? FIGHT." Tylan yelled, throwing his hand down between the two and backing away quickly, standing next to Corinth now.
As soon as Tylan called it, Lakkam quickly threw his weapon out in front of him, quickly drawing some kind of symbol, something Isilmesar may have caught glimpses of before. As he did this, a glyph appeared below Isilmesar, one that shone brightly. He would only have a couple of seconds to maneuver out of this before it trapped him in his place. If caught, Lakkam would follow up with another attack.
It was as Isil thought Lakkam would open with, and he wasted no time in fadestepping to the side, maintaining distance. From there, he swung his arm upwards, materialising a line of flame heading towards Lakkam.
Corinth furrowed her brow in concern, turning to their other companions, though her eyes scarcely left the duel itself.
"You said no bloodshed, but nothing about being set on fire..." she spoke quietly.
"They'll be fine. There isn't much else Isil can do to fight anyway." Kalistine assured her, her own eyes glued to the duel.
"They know each other fairly well in terms of combat, so this may go one for quite some time. How it will end...I do not know." Veryien said with a smile.
Lakkam did exactly as Isil did, fadestepping away from the flame that headed his way. As he reappeared, he aimed his weapon out again and started to hurl forward blasts of pure magical enemy, enough to send a person back a few feet. He sent these in one after the other in succession, each with graceful and subtle flicks of his wrist.
Isil matched the first blasts with fireballs of his own, creating explosions and clouds of smoke, enough to hide in, but also concealed the other blasts that he had failed to hit. He dodged a few, turning and spinning as they came, though this didn't last long, as one caught him in the back, sending him flying a few feet and landing on his face. He wasted no time in pushing himself back onto his feet however.
Lakkam watched as Isilmesar went down, feeling a sense of pride in getting the first hit in. It was then readied himself to draw another glyph, aiming to place it at Isil's ankle to once again take him down to the ground, or at least immobilise him.
Tylan was watching carefully, if he had learned anything about Isilmesar so far, it was that he was stubborn, this went for any battle also. Mehera was impressed, it was rare for her to see mages battle, she was always so used to more physical fighting.
Isil was quick to fadestep away from the whip, knowing already how much of a nuisance it was to get hit by such a skill. With it in play already, Isil would have to stay on his toes. Using his arm, Isil made several cutting motions through the air, each in a different direction, and each cut outlined in arcs of flame that travelled towards Lakkam. There wasn't much heat behind the attacks, but it would be enough to cause discomfort and irritation should they reach their mark.
"I haven't seen that one before." Corinth remarked.
"He likes to take care in what skills he uses in each situation. A lesson he learned sometime ago when he almost set the entire house on fire." Kalistine replied, making Corinth snort.
Much like Corinth, Lakkam had not seen this particular move before. His eyes opened wide for a moment and before he could react, he was hit by each of the arcs, each hitting harder than the last. After the final one he was launched to the floor, landing flat on his back, letting out a loud grunt as his weapon launched out of his hand.
"Match!" Tylan yelled out, seeing Lakkam's weapon out of his hand, rendering himself defenceless against the mage. It was a time like this when it really showed who was more experienced in battle.
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Lakkam quickly followed Corinth now as she rummaged through the chest that stood atop the steps. As she read, he looked through the rest of contents, picking up a few potions to take back the others. He couldn't always heal all five of them, so perhaps potions would come in handy for the others when he was busy running. He looked to Corinth now, peering at what she was reading.
"What is it?" he enquired, not close enough to read it. As he tried to do so, he felt a sudden surge of pain in his back, his eyes widening as his knees suddenly gave away, collapsing forward now, he tried to put his hands out to brace himself, but instead he clumsily tumbled over, his eyes now closing as he clenched his teeth from the agony. His back now had a huge gash in it, evident by the rip in his coat and top, the blood now seeping through both. The guard, while Corinth's blow was mighty, had not fallen dead. After quickly regaining consciousness and escaping Lakkam's trap, he had no come back to guard what he was demanded to guard.
Corinth was stunned, but for only a mere moment before her training kicked in. Lakkam would need medical aid, and fast, but that was something that she could not give him until they were safe. Jaw set and eyes glaring with determination, Corinth lunged at the guard with the one sword she had drawn. The guard blocked with his spear, something that she was counting on as she pushed forward and drew her other blade. Anger and adrenaline was her fuel, accompanied by the fear of possibly losing another friend. As if knowing her fear, the guard gave a chuckle.
"Stand down Ferelden wretch, and I'll gift you a swift death for you to join your companion. You will not stand in our way to bring forth Razikale ." his voice was dark and deep, and it sent an unpleasant shiver down Corinth's spine. Steeling herself, Corinth lunged again, pushing the guard back more. Having enough, the guard proceeded to attack, jabbing and slicing at Corinth. The warrior narrowed her eyes, parrying each blow until the last where she knocked the spear to the side as he lunged at her, leaving him wide open. Taking the chance, Corinth viciously buried her sword up to the hilt through his neck, making him let out sputtering gurgling noises as blood dribbled both from his mouth, and his wound.
"Rest in hell with your false God. And stay there." Corinth muttered before violently ripping out her blade and pushing the guard off the platform with a firm kick, blood splattering all over her, from her face to her boots. That was hardly an issue for her. She was more concerned with Lakkam, who's blood was starting to pool. She sheathed her swords and dropped down next to his form, fear now starting to seep in deeper. Taking off a glove and reaching into a pouch at her belt, she brought out a little vial. It was a potion to restore one's health. Ripping off the stopper, she poured the contents onto the wound on the mystic's back while checking for his pulse with her bare hand, hoping that the potion would be enough to stop the heavy flow of blood.
As Lakkam lay on front, more or less motionless, his fingers started to twitch. He felt the potion the very second it touched his back, the sensation feeling like that of a bad burn. He let out a loud yell, the pain of the wound rushing back to him and springing him back to life, as it were. One hand turned into a fist while the other grabbed onto Corinth, holding her tightly as he winced in pain.
"It...it hurts. Is it bad? Do I want to know?" he said through heavy breaths, his voice rough and panicky. His years as a mystic never trained him to take such a blow himself, nor did he ever wish to heal such a wound himself.
"Healers, are there any healers around?" he forced to ask before he started to cough, wincing once more as he gritted his teeth to fight the pain.
Corinth let Lakkam latch onto her as she finished pouring the rest of the potion into the wound. Thankfully, it stopped bleeding, but it didn't close, not that she expected it to. She glanced around, looking to see if they had caught anyone's attention. If they had, then they didn't have much time.
"You'll live to fight another day if we can get out of here. Scaring is likely to happen though." Corinth assured the mystic. "For now, you're the only healer on this side of the gate, and you're in no state to walk, let-alone cast spells. I'm going to sit you up so I can bandage you. It's going to hurt like hell, I won't lie to you." Corinth spoke with urgency as she wrapped her free arm over Lakkam to haul him up. "On the count of three, brace yourself, alright?"
Isilmesar heard the yell, and instantly his hand dropped from his ribbon, to his side. He glanced from the camp to Tylan and Mehera, his worry very much noticeable now.
Corinth and Isil belong to @pandursprose and were RP’d by her in this.
Lakkam let out an impatient sigh as he walked forward, his arms by his side, his walk more of a determined stride as he went right by Corinth. Mehera was quick to follow.
"Arl Teagen! This is not a matter that can simply be ignored, have you any idea what these fanatics could cause with their findings? Do you intend to allow another Blight to spread throughout this land? Rest assured should a Blight come forth, my mother, Svala Vanyë Arátë, First Enchanter of Afsanna, will be the first to hear of it, and you know she will not keep it to herself." Lakkam said, his voice firm, not too loud, but he wanted the room to hear.
Mehera stood near him, resting her elbow on one hand as she idly tapped a finger to her lips. It was just this morning they spoke of not wishing to gain recognition based on who their mothers were, yet here Lakkam stood, his mother's name said loudly and proudly. Maybe Corinth's passion struck something in him.
Tylan watched him, though his face showed no real expression. Whether or not he agreed with Lakkam and Corinth's approach to this, they were at the very least, in the same room as the Arl, which meant they could talk regardless of how he felt.
Up the small set of steps, sitting on the throne, Arl Teagan glared down at the group, hands gripping the throne's arms as he leaned forward slightly with a sneer on his face.
The room had few nobles, some common folk, and also a string of guards coming forward to surround the intruders, hands on the hilt of their swords, ready to draw. There was a murmur spreading through the hall now, "Blight" being the word that spread the fastest. This is the sort of thing Corinth wanted to avoid, possible panic. It couldn't be helped now.
"And why should I believe these words? There are countless mages and templars out there reeking havoc of their own. I have more refugee mages in my village than actual villagers and natives to the Hinterlands who are also in need of assistance, and now another mage of seeming importance has come forward to tell me that another Blight is underway, because of fanatics?" The Arl scoffed. "No rumors or reports of this has reached Redcliffe, so why should I believe you? What proof do you have?"
At this, Corinth stepped around Lakkam and walked to the base of the small set of stairs, giving a salute and a bow, the guards tensing and drawing their swords halfway when she reached into her coat, bringing out the documents that they had found.
"My Lord, my name is Corinth Duray. I am one of many who guard your halls, your village, and patrol the Hinterlands beyond it's gates. I gave an oath to protect this land as well as you my Lord. During the relief effort, we discovered a cultist encampment, where we found these documents. My friend speaks true my Lord, he risked his own life uncovering these plans." Corinth held the documents out for the Arl's attendant to take to look over. "My father fought in the war against Orlais and in the final battle at Denerim. My youngest sister spilled her own blood naught but several days ago, mere months before she was to wed, for the sake of peace for these lands. My family has served these lands for generations, if you won't take the words of that of a stranger who almost died while trying to protect a country foreign to him, then at least take mine." She almost sounded like she were pleading.
Isilmesar was a few steps behind Lakkam, not too close, but close enough to get to him should anything happen. He was mildly shocked, more so with the amount of authority Lakkam spoke with, having never heard him speak in such a way, though he was impressed. Isil was tempted to come forward with his own knowledge, though thought it better to hang back and watch and see how things played out first. Again, he sized up the room, the guards, the people in the room, any details that would prove useful.
Lakkam felt a fire in his belly as the words he spoke were doubted by the ones in front of him. Why would he lie about such a thing? After Corinth had spoken and made her point, Mehera stepped forward. By appearance, she certainly didn't look like someone who dabbled in politics, but she had her moments.
"We have the proof you need if you will not take our words for it. If that is not enough for you, we can help you with the mages who litter your village, after all, as my companion here said, his mother is First Enchanter to a Circle of Magi, we could potentially give them somewhere to go...assuming you will actually do anything with these." she explained, holding up a scroll now. It was the scroll they had found that explained the ritual that was to be done to resurrect an old god, it was somewhat cryptic in its wording, but it certainly showed proof.
"Your own men clearly can not handle what's going on. Let us help, you have nothing to lose by us intervening." Tylan spoke up now.
Corinth and Isilmear both belong to @pandursprose while Lakkam, Mehera and Tylan are my own.
A little fluff for my good friend, birthday sharer and RP partner @pandursprose. Isilmesar belongs to her, Lakkam belongs to me.
A routine had set in the morning with these two elves. It started with the fairer haired one waking up first to see what kind of awkward position the darker haired one had gotten himself in during the night, straightening him out as best he could without rousing him, and then tracing the two beauty marks that rested by his mouth with his thumb. He liked to admire longingly at the one beside him, taking in every detail and every feature before they were surrounded by other people and went about their schedules.
“Mph...” a small groan came from the sleeping one as his face scrunched up, acknowledging that morning had come. Slowly opening his eyes and putting on his best grumpy face, he pouted his lips out against the thumb that was tracing his beauty marks.
“Good morning...” the fairer haired one, known more commonly as Isil, smiled, his eyes still heavy lidded from tiredness, making him all that much more attractive to the one who had just woken.
“Is it? I recall you hating mornings...” Lakkam answered.
“They became better when waking up next to you. You did that adorable scrunching thing with your face again.”
“I...” the tips of his ears began to turn a shade of red. “Quiet, you. You’re just after your birthday present.”
With a face that feigned insult, he let out a laugh. “You wound me, my presents are right here...I get to discover new ones on your body every day.” his thumb now going back to the beauty marks.
“They are to be your present every year? It would certainly save me a few coin...” he smirked as he took Isil’s hand in his own and kissed his fingers before rolling off to the side, leaning over to the chest of drawers next to them and pulled out a perfectly wrapped box. He rolled back now, placing it between the two.
“You know you didn’t have to b-” his sentence was cut short by a finger to his lips.
“Please, it is not like I am short of coin...and I wanted to, I don’t do well with words, so let me dote on you for a change?” he smiled.
With a returned smile, he took the wrapped gift and opened it, revealing a beautifully crafted ear cuff that rested on a book of poetry that he had been after for quite some time, but hadn’t got a hold of. Staring at them both briefly, his diverted his gaze back to the darker haired one.
“I bought you a new outfit that the ear cuff will complement greatly, too.” he said.
Still speechless, the fairer headed one thanked him the only way his body allowed him to. His thumb and index finger reached out to Lakkam’s chin to hold it up slightly before he moved to hover over him, leaning down and embracing him into a passionate kiss, the pair of them sucking in breaths through their noses before letting out small hums of pleasure.
“I love you, you know that, right? You’re far too kind...and so gorgeous, especially in the morning.” the fairer haired one said, looking at him with love he’d never felt before, taking in every moment he had with him, mornings becoming something he quite enjoyed now.
“Even when I am being a little kaffas during training?” he smirked. “Besides, you shall be more so in the outfit I got for you...shall I get it?”
Isil shook his head, a hand stroking up the side of his neck and through his hair, leaning down once more to kiss at his neck, his jaw and finally his beauty marks that he so loved.
“Ten more minutes...”
“You mean an hour?”
The two smirked, knowing the would be there well long after an hour.
☠ Sexuality ♥ Number of sexual partners ♔ What gets them in the mood and ☁ One night stands; yay or nay? for Velanna? AAAND ★ Threesome or an orgy? ☀ Masturbate or seek for a helping hand? ☂ Foreplay or straight to business? ☯ Kinks for Lakkam.
Someone nsfw (plus long), so gonna put it under a read more :D
☠ Sexuality
Heterosexual. She’s caught herself looking at other women before, perhaps admiring them, but it’s never something she’s acted on, feeling much more comfortable with men.
♥ Number of sexual partners
She could count them on…nearly two hands. While she’s not shy about who she sleeps with, she was careful about who she told, her parents being firm believers in having a solid and pure bloodline.
Still, while away from her clan, she’s dabbled here and there with others. Some were elves of other clans, some of nearby villages that she had been by. She liked the game of “seduce the cutest farm boy.”
♔ What gets them in the mood
Playfulness. She’s big on touch and enjoys rough housing. If her partner was to instigate a playfight, she’d happily oblige and have it lead on to something else.
☁ One night stands; yay or nay?
Yay. She’s quite open to having sex if it means not seeing them again. She’s not one to grow attached to someone too quickly, so it’s ideal for her.
★ Threesome or an orgy?
While it isn’t something Lakkam would actually do, a threesome has crossed his mind once or twice, between his two instructors and friends, Isilmesar and Vikal. They’re fleeting thoughts at best. He hopes.
☀ Masturbate or seek for a helping hand?
Both. If he’s by himself, then he’ll pleasure himself, using his imagination as an aid to help move things along. If he’s with a partner, he’ll have them help, returning the favour.
☂ Foreplay or straight to business?
Definitely foreplay. He enjoys working on his partner, tempting and teasing them, expecting the same in return. He feels it always getting to the climax all that much more special and exciting.
☯ Kinks for Lakkam.
Having eventually get with Isilmesar, Lakkam revealed his enjoys his curvy rear. He admits to looking at it while training or while he got ready in the morning. Eventually, Lakkam was able to do so much more to it, from kissing, to biting, to licking it. He particularly enjoys doing it in the morning.
However, very bashfully he also admits to not only enjoying looking at his rear, but also his feet, particularly his toes, which he deems as “cute”, though only his and his alone. Truthfully, he felt somewhat ashamed, but after seeing how much he could relax Isil with a foot massage, he liked his little “kink” even more.
Though Isil uses every opportunity he gets to tease him over it.
