Don't let the fire burn you

In this house, witch is partly an alchemy store with very special ingredients and potions for sale, lives two dunmer very different from one another. One looks as if he hasn't slept in five years- and probably has the temper of one as well!- and the other, though the layer of dirt and dust, looks a bit more social with a friendly grin always present on her face. ((English is not mod's native language so please excuse and typos~

[aegreyl]

Ambushed! [Aegreyl & Lohren]

[aegreyl]

Aegreyl could see that the other dunmer was… moderately not at-ease. In fact, he seemed twitchingly nervous, more interested in surveying the trees and the road as opposed to making eye contact. Whether he was just shaken from the encounter or some sort of socially awkward was unknown to the sniper, but he held his patience. Perhaps even, this dunmer’s vulnerability inspired more of a protective instinct in him. It was his duty to protect a citizen - even one on visit from Morrowind.

<”It’s a good mile still up th’ road, friend,”> he explained gently, <”If yah’ wouldn’t mind, I would rather escort yah’, ‘n case ther’s more bandits in wait. I… uh… not all th’ way to tha’ gate, ‘f yah’ don’t want, tho’. Basic’lly once yah’ get to tha’ stables on th’ outskirts, yer in tha’ clear, so.”>

[twodunmer]

<"Thank you, sera,"> Lohren spoke and made an attempt to stand up, though it was a little awkward at first as a wave of dizziness washed over him- Maybe he had just stood up too fast? Though it could just as well be the adrenaline wearing off, but he told himself to pay little heed to it. It would go away in an instant. He did his best at trying to conceal his wooziness and merely shook his head before standing as straight and proud as the situation allowed. At the back of his head he could almost hear the muffled voice of his father berating him for standing more like a worthless lowborn beggar than the proud noble he was supposed to be. He would also compel Lohren to either cut his hair or keep it in a ponytail- but that he always did. No matter the situation. He did not miss the man in the slightest.

<"I would hate to greet death so soon after evading it. Or at the very least, be robbed of my possessions."> Weather or not this was an awkward attempt to jest or just him being civil was lost to the mage himself and he was quite unsure how to proceed with this situation. Did the guard expect to get paid? Would he rob him if the "charitable gift" was insulting?

"I will just change to a something that does not have a giant hole in the chest. Just a minute."> And with that he walked over to his backpack and began rummaging through it, hoping to at least find a shirt to wear underneath the robe to protect him from the weather.

[aegreyl]

Ambushed! [Aegreyl & Lohren]

[aegreyl]

The wounded dunmer did not seemed very pleased with Aegreyl’s patch job, despite his verbal thanks. He inwardly scoffed at such arrogance - Perhaps he’d rather bleed out in the wilderness than be scarred! How horrible to have your insides where they belong! - but sighed patiently with a forced smile.

<”Don’ mention it,”> he said briefly, paused, and then, <”Er… ‘m sorry about yer robes… They look… erm, ‘xpensive. But, uh… there’s a good clothier ‘n Solitude. ‘m sure yah’ could find somethin’ just ‘s nice, ‘r nicer…”> He seemed genuinely put-out by the damage done. They looked like such beautiful robes…

<”Well, I guess, ‘f tha’s where yer goin’, that is. I would assume so, considerin’ this ‘s tha’ main road up there.”>

[twodunmer]

<"They were... of better quality than I had expected to find."> For a backwater province like this, the mage spoke but let the last part remain unsaid. Backhanded as is were, for a dunmer- one born and raised in Morrowind no less- the compliment was as good as one would get from him.

The mage moved his gaze to the road and let his eyes wander from the trampled dirt to the trees and told himself their shapes were very odd and interesting. He opened his mouth but closed it again as if deciding the thought wasn't worth uttering. It wasn't as if he was averting his gaze from the other or anything. There were simply other things to look at.

<"I.. will just follow this road then..?"> He began, eyes flickering to the guardsman then back at a rock he had found particularity interesting. <"How far from it am I?"> Almost asking weather or not if he should stop by at the nearest inn or continue until he reached his goal. He wanted to think he did not ask for any further assistance, considering how very little he wanted to spend time with the imperial dunmer, but should he get lost on the way and be in need of directions he would no doubt be in a need of a translator- or another dunmer, considering how bad his nordic was.

[aegreyl]

Ambushed! [Aegreyl & Lohren]

[aegreyl]

Aegreyl scoffed. <”Ain’ real talen’ed wit’ ‘t - jus’ kno’ how tah’ patch meself up, ‘n, occassion’lly, a cit’zen ‘n need,”> He was already pushing away the other mer’s robes to get at the bare wound and narrowing his concentration. With a shrug, he noticed that his dunmeris had lapsed in a few places. No matter - linguistics were secondary here.

A couple of strained minutes passed, the two of them silent, as the Imperial officer did his work. Sighing, he let off the spell and inspected the skin again. It was nowhere near a perfect job, but at least the skin had scarred over. Only traces of a scab were visible, and would not be problematic if picked at or strained.

<”Well, ‘s not beautiful, but you’ll live. Might wanna go see a healer still, though, just to be on the safe side.”>

[twodunmer]

The silence that followed was welcomed. Though he couldn't quite decide if it was the pause from the imperial dunmer's horrible accent of just being allowed to take a moment to collect his thoughts- in silence- that he treasured the most. Lohren wasn't quite sure when he closed his eyes but nonetheless when the comforting magic had faded away he opened them and looked down at his chest. He could still feel the pain from the cut, or maybe it was just phantom pains he was experiencing, and he couldn't suppress a sad sigh at the now gaping tear in a robe he quite liked. In spite its nordic origins and design.

Jet black eyes darted up and he locked his gaze with the guardsman, then down at the scar and then back up.

<"It will scar."> He spoke, not entirely- in fact, far from it-  pleased with the work from his fellow dunmer. <"But thank you nonetheless..."

The thank you did sounded less sincere than the mage had intended, he was not stupid and he knew the guardsman had very much saved his life but he was still a bit upset at how this supposedly peaceful trip to Solitude had changed so drastically.

[twodunmer]

[twodunmer]

Lost and found - CLOSED RP [Dalamus/Datharsi]

[dalamusrex]

Dalamus kept his head on a pivot as he waited for her answer. One could never be too cautious of their surroundings, after all. Especially at night. But it seemed that everything was still calm and quiet. It was just the two of them. And the horse he would steal should she agree.

His gaze was drawn back to her when she began speaking again, his head tilted to the side slightly as he watched her. She seemed nervous for some reason. Perhaps it is true, what they say, that vampires simply give off some kind of aura that makes people anxious. Not that he particularly believed in auras, but it seemed to explain things.

“You cannot ride a horse?” he asked. “Or you are afraid of them? I assure you I can control a horse well enough. Unless you are certain you wish to walk. I will accompany you either way. I will not have my time saving you wasted by just letting you wander off now.”

[twodunmer]

She was embarrassing herself, the womer realised. Here was this wonderful mer who was more than willing to catch arrows in his back- no wait, shoulder- help her escape bandits and even offered to guide her home and she was still acting like a frightened little fawn. Pull yourself together!

In an attempt to stop being so nervous she took a deep breath and lowered her hands and let them rest at her side. "I'm sorry, mr. Rex. I've never ridden a horse before. I... Maybe I would scare it and.. the last thing I want to is to have your friend's animal running for the hills."

Maybe he wanted something in return though? Oh, of course he did. How silly of her. "I'm sorry, I have nothing to offer in return for your help at the moment, save for repeating the phrase "Thank you" over and over again. I don't have any septims on me, but perhaps Lohren- my landlord, he's very kind to me- might have something to offer you in turns of gratitude."

[twodunmer]

Lost and found - CLOSED RP [Dalamus/Datharsi]

[dalamusrex]

Dalamus stood with his arms crossed lightly, his weight shifted onto one leg as he watched the little Dunmer. His eyes were still squinted to guard against the light, but soon enough the magic faded from her hand and he could relax. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust once again to the darkness and his night vision to return, but he was certainly glad to have it back. He made no further comment on what might have happened if he had not been there to help, because he had been there. And now he was here. Speaking to a girl who seemed rather frightened of vampires and yet she had not even realized she had been speaking to one herself this whole time. It always amused Dalamus how easily he could get away with such a thing.

He tried not to grin too wide when she picked up on his apparent ‘expertise.’ “Mm, you could say I have a bit of experience with vampires and vampirism. Interesting subjects, are they not? But I believe you are safe for now.”

She still seemed rather anxious. Had the scuffle with the bandits shaken her up so badly? Ah well, he supposed it was not something he could change. But since he had saved her once already, and he was already out and about, perhaps it was not too much trouble to help her along the rest of the way to her destination. Besides, he liked Whiterun.

“Whiterun is a bit of a distance away, if you are walking. But I am sure if I.. borrowed a horse, I could get you there in a fraction of the time. Unless you are not fond of horses.” The stable master was asleep, the stable hands no where to be seen, and the guard was still off looking for those bandits. No one would notice a missing horse. For all they knew, it could have simply run off.

[twodunmer]

So he really knew vampires then? For real? That was amazing, the little dunmer thought to herself. She would definitely have to ask him more about it later, if she ever got the chance, but she had to do so without insulting or angering him- There were loads of social etiquettes that Datharsi was still very much unaware of and Lohren's attempt at trying to enlighten her on the subject had just made her head spin. At that time she opted for simple nods as he spoke.

Surprisingly, he even offered to borrow a horse for her- and even guide her as well? Datharsi assumed he was good friends with the owners then because why else would they lend him a horse? For a man that seemed to nonchalant about helping her, this dunmer- mr. Rex, was willing to do very sweet and caring things to help her get home. She was very grateful for that.

There was one small problem though.

She had never sat on a horse before and she was afraid, very much so, if she even managed to get up on one it would, oh, maybe get scared and run off- with her on its back!, or maybe she would fall off and even break an arm or two. The horror!

"I uhm, that is very kind of you, mr. Rex. Really. It is just that, uh," She really had to come up with a good excuse without insulting the dunmer's generous offer. It would be horrible if she did! "I've... " There was no way she could lie straight to his face though. Damn it. "I can't ride, sir." She was once again fidgeting nervously with her hands fully expecting him to go back on his offer. Because, honestly, who would want to walk all the way to Whiterun? She didn't want him to leave her side though, he had magic night vision, and she really hoped his generosity could be extended just a bit further.

"You can get one if you'd like though, mr. Rex. I could walk next to the horse."

[twodunmer]

A dunmer and his spell casting

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He was four when he for the first time successfully cast a fire spell. He had learned how to make the fire burn at his fingertips long ago but the spells never really ended up quite how he wanted. Either his fingers or the cloth around him caught on fire- on one sad occasion it was his nanny that fell victim to his less than perfect spell casting- and the small errors were beginning to be rather expensive for his family. Especially after accidently burning a rather hideous but apparently very expensive rug. But he hated that rug and it was his father's (was he really his father though? Maybe. Well, he wasn't sure. His mother had many men at her side and he never really dared to ask) favourite so it probably deserved it.

His older brother, the only successful spellsword in the family (to be more precise, the only surviving one), had been instructed to help the little child control this very dangerous form of destruction magic.

Under the brief period it took for the older brother to teach him proper control, more rugs were burned than then matriarch of the family dared to count (None of the incidents could be pinned down to the fire hazardous duo but the family had their suspicions). Even a portion of the kitchen managed to catch ablaze, but in hindsight, practising fire based spells in a Telvanni grown house has not been a smart move to begin with, in spite that Azarsei had assured his younger brother that it was very safe to practice inside. Knowing his older brother the way he did, Lohren should not have been as surprised as he was when things got out of hand.

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Even though Lohren is a mage who focuses on destruction magic he feels there it is expected of him to at least try spells from other schools of magic he weren't so acquainted with. The dunmer tells himself it is a choice he made and that he is free to do so at his own pace. He especially tells himself this when he is showered with speeches (from his mother, brothers and sister, teachers and.. well, the list goes on and on) of that is expected of him as a young and striving Telvanni mage.

He studies the schools of restoration, alteration, illusion, mysticism... Conjuration is a topic not mentioned in his company.

Enchanting he can't wrap his head around but, strangely, he finds himself understanding alchemy just fine.

He sticks to his fire, though. It is familiar and soothing. He grew up with it and it is closest to his heart.

[lillasolkatt]

Let there be light

[twodunmer]

So, I heard you're hiring- [ Datharsi/Ardost ]

[lordlastborn]

“Here.” 

A sharp voice filled the silence that had begun to stretch once the young womer had finished speaking. The cobwebs – not cobwebs at all – stirred, and with a dreadful groan from his splintered and splintering bones, the sole resident of the Tower stood from his chair. His spider-silk tresses swayed back into place, so long that they waved against the backs of his knees. He turned slowly, one hand resting on the back of his chair to help support himself, as his back was so crooked that standing was a challenge. It was only a moment before his searching eyes found her, aglow in the dim, and silver. He did not move, yet, from where he stood – perhaps not wishing to leave the support of his chair. Leaning just a shambling step from his reach, by the fireplace, was a black staff, upon which he no doubt propped himself up more often than not. Still, he made no move toward it. Instead, he spoke again. “Who comes?”

[twodunmer]

A foreign voice cut through the silence and made the little dunmer freeze in her spot. What she had thought to be cobwebs moved and- There was a man in the chair! Had, in fact, been there all along! Datharsi would like to describe herself as a womer who did not judge a man or mer's character solely by their appearance but the very aura of this particular individual sent shivers down her spine. She didn't even try to respond as what she thought was some mix of a dread litch- and zombie rose from its- his- chair and turned to face her.

She snapped out of her deer like immobility when he spoke a second time. To her it did not sound like a request or question, more like an order, and she was going to answer.

"I- I uhm." She stammered out her awkward response. "I uh, my name is Datharsi I heard from a friend of a friend who- uh well. You are looking for a housek-uh, keeper?" The womer nearly mumbled the last words as the continued to lose confidence the longer her little rambling went on. By the Eight! Had she really come to the right place?

[twodunmer]

So, I heard you're hiring- [ Datharsi/Ardost ]

[lordlastborn]

The door creaked open as though at the sound of her knocking, though on closer inspection, the hinges were broken, and needed replacing. As for the hall itself, it was dim, and quiet, and looked as though it was better suited to be a home for spiders. The stone floors were dusty and a great fireplace was nestled against the far wall, its mouth gaping wide and black, for no fire burned there, now. There was another door, within, that looked as if it must lead below, and a spiralling stair that twisted up towards the upper levels. By the empty fireplace, a threadbare armchair sat regal and with its high back to the now-open door, and if anyone sat in it, they made no sound. 

There was, indeed, someone seated in the armchair, not visible from the door, at least, save for the long spider-silk tendrils of hair that spilled over the arm of the chair… Or were those only cobwebs? For now, the intruder went ignored. Would they speak? Did they mean to rob and ransack the premises? Were it a burglar, why would they trouble themselves to knock? Seated, motionless in his armchair, the master of the Tower’s bloodless lips turned up in a sly smile. Perhaps he might speak, and startle them. Perhaps they might see him, and startle themselves. For the moment, he was satisfied with silence, and not even breathing, he waited to see what this visitor would do next.

[twodunmer]

There was no answer, only silence, so the little dunmer decided a peek inside wouldn't hurt. She wanted to be as quiet about it as possible about it but the hinges, how long had they been like that?, were not cooperating with her at all- and he half expected someone to burst out of the shadows, or yell at her from up- or downstairs for breaking into their house. Nothing. She peeked her head inside a bit more, "Hello? I heard you're hiring." Wait, no, first she should ask if someone is there at all- Stupid girl! "I- I mean is someone there?" By the eight this place was in a good need of someone skilled with the use of feather dusters. Was that cobweb? In the armchair?

Taking another cautious step inside the tower, and shuddering at the eerie sensation that washed over her when doing so, the womer tried to move as quietly as possible but was about as graceful a a drunk bear. She was wrestling with the conflicting feelings that this place might be deserted, or at least no living things were present, and she had been a part of a really cruel practical joke and the feeling that there really was someone present somewhere but hidden from her sight. "I- I from uhm.. eh, White- uh, Whiterun."

Pause. "Is anyone there...?"

[twodunmer]

So, I heard you're hiring- [ Datharsi/Ardost ]

Datharsi had heard from a friend of a friend... that knows a mer that has heard that this other, apparently quite eccentric, mer of sorts was hiring- or looking for- a housekeeper. And it was somewhat close to Whiterun as well so she could visit Lohren, and make sure he ate properly when, or if, she had time off.

This day was like any other in Falkreath. It had only just stopped raining, though the grey sky threatened to begin the hail anew at any given moment, and the air carried a fresh but thick scent of wet grass and mud. There was also something other, something eerie, to the air that was unique to Falkreath Hold alone that the dunmer found rather fascinating but spooky at the same time- But maybe it was simply the knowledge of the great cemetery that aided to that feeling. She trekked off the road and began the search for her potential employers "tower".

Arriving had been a bit tricky, mostly due to the terrain and a few near encounters with one of Skyrim's many predators- like frostbite spiders, but finally standing in front of her destination had been worth all that trouble. Deciding that giving the door a few knocks before trying to enter was the more civilised approach she carefully gave the door a few light knocks and, realising that the owner might nor hear them, decided to add two more solid knocks before waiting for a response. Should she open the door perhaps? See if someone was inside?

[twodunmer]

This started out as her just looking admiringly at something and then this quickly changed into a BaDatti doodle. Sort of. Sneaky shipping feels.

[twodunmer]

pizzateeth replied to your photo: Mr. Grumps aka The ray of sunshine aka Lohren

pets his precious grumpy face uwu

[twodunmer]

Mr. Grumps aka The ray of sunshine aka Lohren

[twodunmer]

dalamusrex replied to your post: Dalamus approached the girl, glancing about to make sure that no one was present before explaining himself. “Greymages have asked that I hug others. I would appreciate it if you did not stab me this time.” The flash of a smirk appeared, but in another moment it was gone. He awkwardly pulled the much shorter Dunmer close, and there was an uncomfortable silence—at least to him—as he waited until the length of the hug completed the greymage’s requirement before he could leave.

(( stop being cute, Datti, you’ll melt his heart. Dad mode activated ))

(( Just want them to be happy and love each other and never be sad and always be happy akhfaklhf *o* ))

[twodunmer]

Dalamus approached the girl, glancing about to make sure that no one was present before explaining himself. "Greymages have asked that I hug others. I would appreciate it if you did not stab me this time." The flash of a smirk appeared, but in another moment it was gone. He awkwardly pulled the much shorter Dunmer close, and there was an uncomfortable silence--at least to him--as he waited until the length of the hug completed the greymage's requirement before he could leave.

At first the little womer stood completely still, not sure if he was joking or not, but he didn’t move or let go of her. Well, she thought to herself, what nice thing for them to ask him to do. It was just a shame he didn’t really look like he would enjoy it- Maybe because he probably thought he was going to get stabbed again. “Don’t, worry though, mr. Rex. I don’t think your a bad enough person for me to stab.” She said trying to ease the awkwardness a bit. Plus, why would she want to deny him a hug? He was super cool and really mysterious! She liked him.

Hesitantly, Datharsi brought her own arms carefully around the larger dunmer and imitated his own, somewhat awkward, embrace. After gathering up some courage, she said one final thing. “You know…” Okay, maybe it was a little harder to say than expected, “I think you’re really cool.”

[twodunmer]

((ohmygosh. I need to go to bed like asap. I got new followers and I really want to write a silly "so-and-so started following you" post.

They wouldn't make any sense

Good night! ))