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notmyarenaWHO: Damen and other gembonded (will add as needed)
WHAT: arrival and Shore Leave event
WHERE: entry into Noctium, islands of Marilla
WHEN: June!
WARNINGS: Will update as needed. Knowing Damen, probably SEX
NOTES: Will update as needed.
INTRODUCTION: FIRST DAYS
How did they expect a warrior not to struggle when he was brought to a strange world, thrown into a land full of poisonous gas, and barely rescued in time to a strange floating vessel? Damen fights because there is nothing else to do, because that is what he is trained to do. For his efforts, he is restrained, thrown in a cell, left to contemplate the confusion of the days since he has been brought from the world of fairies, Ainmhian, to whatever this is.
Those days give him time to remember what he has learned. He will gain far more from cooperation and diplomacy than from fighting what is stronger than him. He needs to make friends; he needs to make allies. And so, when he is given access to people who can tell him something, anything, Damen asks. He learns. He finds out what he can, gains maps and books and studies them, though it is always better when someone shows him.
By the time he speaks with the embassy, and understands the red gem that has planted in the middle of his chest, he knows enough to speak smoothly with them of his wish to learn the local languages and cultures and to make his home here a gathering place for those who might generate manna together. For Damianos is King of Akielos (by rights) with a wide and sumptuous harem, and he will gladly assemble one here as well.
1. TANGLED
"Matchmaking," Damen says, and frowns one dark brow. "And that entails...?"
He eyes the person across from him, whom the matchmaker is happily gesturing to and nodding as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't know these customs, and he doesn't know if this match is for a night, for a few days, for a lifetime. All he knows is that he's supposed to pledge some kind of bond to another, and they're apparently well suited for each other.
Extending one massive arm, he lets his hand reach for the other's.
"We might as well try it for a day."
~
Days spent swimming in crystalline waters leave him happier than he's been in years. It is so like Akielos, his eyes ache sometimes with homesickness. At night, he gathers around the bonfires, purple silk slung around his hips, obscuring the black shorts that frame his cedar-like thighs, and feels for once like the King that he is.
Beneath the moonlight, he sheds the scant fabric, leaving it in the sand, and stalks into the waves. The blue light dapples taut buttocks and scarred back muscles. He looks over his shoulder. "Coming?"
2. and 3. MAROONED/STONED
He sends messages to those he knows, and waits. And waits. He must do something while he waits, and so he explores Marilla. Endless days swimming, deepening the bronze of his skin to a burnished brass, and venturing deeper into the islands, catching what passage on boats he can. His muscles and his knowledge of ships make him an easy passenger, lending a hand on board.
4. FORGED
His time around the harbors of Marilla pays off. Damen is able to walk on to a ship, dressed in full captain's garb, with a few willing men at his side, and forcibly take what they need. Which is, passage to this strange island where their friends seem to have disappeared. They must get them back, and quickly. His heart is heavy for Cassandra, for others he has met here, hoping against hope that they have not met any darker fate. But they sail with the wind to make sure of it. Swift and steadfast, pulling oars when they cannot catch sail, Damen right among them.
He is on deck when the cry goes up. A shape rises in the water. He comes to the side, staring hard. And then...
The monster appears.
"What the fuck is that?"
WHAT: arrival and Shore Leave event
WHERE: entry into Noctium, islands of Marilla
WHEN: June!
WARNINGS: Will update as needed. Knowing Damen, probably SEX
NOTES: Will update as needed.
INTRODUCTION: FIRST DAYS
How did they expect a warrior not to struggle when he was brought to a strange world, thrown into a land full of poisonous gas, and barely rescued in time to a strange floating vessel? Damen fights because there is nothing else to do, because that is what he is trained to do. For his efforts, he is restrained, thrown in a cell, left to contemplate the confusion of the days since he has been brought from the world of fairies, Ainmhian, to whatever this is.
Those days give him time to remember what he has learned. He will gain far more from cooperation and diplomacy than from fighting what is stronger than him. He needs to make friends; he needs to make allies. And so, when he is given access to people who can tell him something, anything, Damen asks. He learns. He finds out what he can, gains maps and books and studies them, though it is always better when someone shows him.
By the time he speaks with the embassy, and understands the red gem that has planted in the middle of his chest, he knows enough to speak smoothly with them of his wish to learn the local languages and cultures and to make his home here a gathering place for those who might generate manna together. For Damianos is King of Akielos (by rights) with a wide and sumptuous harem, and he will gladly assemble one here as well.
1. TANGLED
"Matchmaking," Damen says, and frowns one dark brow. "And that entails...?"
He eyes the person across from him, whom the matchmaker is happily gesturing to and nodding as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't know these customs, and he doesn't know if this match is for a night, for a few days, for a lifetime. All he knows is that he's supposed to pledge some kind of bond to another, and they're apparently well suited for each other.
Extending one massive arm, he lets his hand reach for the other's.
"We might as well try it for a day."
~
Days spent swimming in crystalline waters leave him happier than he's been in years. It is so like Akielos, his eyes ache sometimes with homesickness. At night, he gathers around the bonfires, purple silk slung around his hips, obscuring the black shorts that frame his cedar-like thighs, and feels for once like the King that he is.
Beneath the moonlight, he sheds the scant fabric, leaving it in the sand, and stalks into the waves. The blue light dapples taut buttocks and scarred back muscles. He looks over his shoulder. "Coming?"
2. and 3. MAROONED/STONED
He sends messages to those he knows, and waits. And waits. He must do something while he waits, and so he explores Marilla. Endless days swimming, deepening the bronze of his skin to a burnished brass, and venturing deeper into the islands, catching what passage on boats he can. His muscles and his knowledge of ships make him an easy passenger, lending a hand on board.
4. FORGED
His time around the harbors of Marilla pays off. Damen is able to walk on to a ship, dressed in full captain's garb, with a few willing men at his side, and forcibly take what they need. Which is, passage to this strange island where their friends seem to have disappeared. They must get them back, and quickly. His heart is heavy for Cassandra, for others he has met here, hoping against hope that they have not met any darker fate. But they sail with the wind to make sure of it. Swift and steadfast, pulling oars when they cannot catch sail, Damen right among them.
He is on deck when the cry goes up. A shape rises in the water. He comes to the side, staring hard. And then...
The monster appears.
"What the fuck is that?"
