a-queer-and-his-ocs

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Celestyn Brozek

#zarkel

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Welcome to the world Dain Trisic. My Elven asshole (the piccrew didn't have elf ears) He is in his second century and has awoken on a boat with strangers he really doesn't want to work with.

#dnd5e #d&d 5e #dnd character #Dain #Neutral evil #Original character

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

(imagine them with Ram horns as they are Tieflings.) Orin (left) and his twin Sirius (right) Young men born into a human household. My main focus is Siruis and how he is coping with his life and the choices he will ake in trying to find his brother who betrayed him

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Amren in fall

One day a year Amren both celebrated and mourned the dead, the monsters slain and those beings of nightmares. The trees were an array of oranges and many scattered the busy streets. There was a crisp chill in the air but it was followed by the smell of spices and warm sweet treats. Iryn always let them have this day to be children, young adults, to celebrate or mourn, he didn't matter which.

When Ardyn was younger he would spend the day with Mikal spending what little coin they had on sweets, eating too many by the sea. Mikal had moved on, taking to the ships seldom coming back to the city. Now as an adult Ardyn walked the streets alone. His long hair, braided to the side, simple clothes of browns and reds, made to keep him warm rather than look good. Like this he was simply a 20 year old man of no consequence. He took in the joy of the children running around in silly outfits, the city guard pretending to fight off evil monsters they would never face within the walls. He shook his head looking at the stalls. A Girl stood with her hooded mother and he stopped. For the first time in a long time he let himself think of home, His sister, wondering what she would be doing this day, but he shook his head and kept walking.

Ardyn shoved his hands into cloak pockets as he came to the bakery he enjoyed. Spiced apple pie to go was all he wanted. Wrapped and warm, he could smell it as he walked to a quiet area of the city where a park was laid before him. He didn't often let nature lure him, but he felt this day he wanted to enjoy the trees. Hw took a small blanket from his satchel and laid it on the ground to sit on. By sundown he would be back at the brothel, working and entertaining beasts of the night, even if it tended to be quieter on this night of the year.

He sighed to himself, stretched his legs in front before curling them to his side and taking the pie from its box. Warm, spiced, comforting. He let the energy in his bones settle as he relaxed. He had no dead to mourn, no ghosts to comfort, he had little need to run around and find as many sweets as he could stomach, so he would sit, let himself be himself for a short while before the mask of fealyn was worn.

Without meaning to, the pie finished, he closed his eyes, blanked out the city noise and found himself breathing lighter and a small sleep found him, head leaning on the tree beside him, dreams of simpler times coming to him peacefully

#Ardyn #Writing #OC #DndOC #D&Doc #Halloween #halloween countdown #halloween vibes #d&d quotes #d&d 5e character #half elf

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

A mother’s prayer

The evening had come from a chilled day, the sun gone for hours before the day was done, but the stew had been eaten between her and her beloved child who not once complained of the cold. Coal and wood wasn’t cheap and only as the moon was reaching its height had she started a line fire.

Seth was wrapped in a pale green blanket and then wrapped up within her arms as she sat in the rocking chair, content without doing nothing but hold her world in her arms.

She looked at his sleeping face, she wouldn’t change him for the world but wondered how much easier it would of been if he had taken from her, not his father. Therin she would love till her last breath, but when she was with child, she couldn’t wait longer for his return, her parents moving her away.

Seths features slowed in the sun light, his pale skin soft with small dusting of freckles that looked green in the right light, the kids thought him odd, she told him he was perfect. Like his firey hair and his bright eyes, all his fathers, all Elven. How this small boy would grow she didn’t believe.

Leaning down she placed a soft kiss a top his head and he berries his face into her chest a little further not wishing to be disturbed. “I’m sorry my little fae” she whispered before she gently rocked and closed her eyes.

She prayers silently to any who would listen, prayed for his health, prayed he would walk the right path and know no pain. She prayed she would have the strength to do what was right. Most of all she prayed her little Fae knew how perfect he was.

#Ardyn #Dnd5E #Dnd #5E #half elf #OC #Text #Lore

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

The most Real life Ardyn will get, but I love this headshot.

#Ardyn

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

The fall of Rilynn-anea

Rilynn-anea ( House of the night) had survived many things, from the spell plague to famine, to those who would seen to tear the keeps walls, nothing had the lords of the north from their throne. In the great north stood a keep of stone and ivy, protected by mountains and lakes. Those who lives there were often creatures of the fae wilds themselves safe in their home. Through the centuries and magic of those within they sustained themselves for food, water, harvest, those who left came back with jewels and cloth, spices from the material plains. The current lord Von-rah came to his title when his father perished in the spell Plague, a time of great pain and uncertainty. He was a loving father and a good husband, a man of pride and family, a man of strong will who would never let the keep fall, but what he didn't know was after the birth of his third child the walls started to crumble from within. Du-ness was a bright boy, he filled the quiet manor halls with laughter and warmth despite the cold and when I was assigned to be his servant was when the cracks started to happen. Somewhere within the Material plain and Paladin and those of his god saw great calamity from the fae wilds. A Calamity bought by Rilynn-anea and to my shame I was sent to spy, under the cover of an orphan. After all, an unwanted Teifling like me would do well in such a house. Yet as the years passed I didn't understand how this family of honour and this child of joy would bring ruin to the humans who feared them, by then it was too late.

Barely 7 years into du-ness’s long life they found themselves in the keep, humans in their thick furs and armour, their blind faith to their patron slit the throat of Von-rah before his wife and son, but the lady was no fool. I was called up to prove my loyalty to those who attacked. I stepped up and took the dagger, I went to Du-ness and took his left eye, the screams will always haunt me, so will the silence that fell after when i gave the eye to him. Du-ness was still alive, the shock no doubt kept him alive, but as i picked him up in his arms to take him away his mother grabbed my arm, her eyes were begging and her whispers barely touched my ears ‘ please, let his live, please…..please’ it broke me, but I did my best to not let it show as i took the bundle away. It was madness that took hold of me the night the humans decided to feast and celebrate in the keep they took, the hundreds of lives they have ruined and ended, I took Du-ness, Pale, cold and I took a horse, a black mare who knew the shallow snows beyond the brock and ivy walls and I fled. I do not know what drove me then, I also do not know what came of her ladyship, but I did know. This child was innocent and I condemned him.

Venn.

#Dnd OC #Kayn

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Zarkel woke with a start and a thump as they hit the wooden floor of their room. He sighed as they took a deep breath, Dreams such as these always came to them when their mother was away for extended time. Zar never remembered much of these dreams, just the cold sweat on his skin and the vision of Lolth. Zar did not worship any god or patron, had not decided their path, but his mother was a drow from the underdark, she would go on her quests for her god, Sometimes the Drow wondered if Lolth was toying with them, keeping their mother away longer as punishment for living above ground, Being a male of the Drow, Zarkel was told how they are normally treated in the Underdark, they didnt understand why their mother bought him above giving him a chance of a different life but they felt deep down Lolth was not happy.

Shaking such thoughts away Zar got himself up from the floor and looked around the shared room they had with not only his birth mother but an Eladrin woman they also saw as a mother. Nima had taken them in at a age Zarkel would never remember, but the warmth in their chest thinking about her was proof enough she deserved a mothers title, she cared for them when his mother was gone with her duties. The room had one large bed fully of quilted blankets and much loved pillows. Their own bed was smaller next to the window with only a Blanket they made themselves a few years ago, one day their would be more to join them like Nima’s and with a determined nod Zar went to the main room of their small home.

They all lived on a small bit of land within the forest Zarkel was always warned by Nima never to stary too far or he may fall into the Faewilds. So they stayed close to home, where they grew everything they ate, caught fish in the nearby streams. It was a simple and blessed life but the young Drow had started to itch for more, to see the cities and oceans they had heard of from both mothers and books read near the fire.

Heading outside under the shadow of the tree’s they wondered, not for the first time, how hard it would be to travel. Drow were seen as evil and dark, males lesser seen walking around, it filled them with anxiety at the thought but Zarkel so wanted that freedom. Maybe when they were older they would be braver. For now he sighed picking up the watercan. Chores before breakfast was a must do. Daydreams could wait.

#Drow OC #Drow male #Drow #Drow DnD #Zarkel #Nonbinary OC

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Name: Iryn ( ei-rin) Age Pre- campaign : 146 Age current: 226 Race: Elf (city born, parentage wood elf) Class: Unknown Family: Unknown Occupation : Owner of the tavern/Inn ‘ the sirens call’ Also owner of the brothel ‘ the starless ship’

Iryn is young for his race but it has not stopped him paving himself a life in the coastal city of Amren. No one truly knows how he inherited both a bar and a brothel that sit next to each other in the middle of the city but what people do know is that he has an eye for talent and beauty that brings in custom from not just the city, but the continent as well. He also maintains a very good connection with the legal authority, the noble people and even the underground criminals moving information as needed, trading and selling when it profits him. He has a group of children ranging from 9 -16 under him working the streets and allies, passing parcels and letters as needed.

Those in his employ live within the attics of the buildings he owns, when they are of age they have their own choices, continue to work for him or make their own way, baring his sex workers, they have no such decision, normally his sex workers are bought with gold, they can not leave until their price is paid, this incudes their training, education, food and all other expenses spent on them, despite this hook he is known to be a kind and forgiving soul.

The tavern is normally left in charge of his trusted friend Mimi blackthorn. A dwarven lady he has known since his childhood, she makes sure things run smoothly with patrons and staff not often needed to step in but sometimes enjoying time in the bar. As for the Brothel he spends most of his time making sure all is perfect, from the parlour where guests can look at his workers to all the staff behind the scenes using hidden stairs and panels to make sure rooms are maintained and the sex workers are safe, in his office he as a series of bells and which room its from, so if a lever is pulled he knows where to go in emergency. He has his own levers also, to call a worker or to the kitchen for a meal when busy, he likes things running as effectively as possible.

Sometimes when he takes in a child, he will train them to be a messenger first before moving them on to maybe beingmore use within the brothel, learning rooms and how to dress another for the start of the evening to then when reaching maturity training them in seduction and sex, everyone has a place and purpose, not of use? He will find a way to be rid of you and not lose profit.

Not much is known about his past, some say he was a elf of magic appearing from the feywilds heart broken and taken in by the house, others know a little more closer to the truth, his parents raising him in the city and not the woods, getting into trouble and gangs but as time moved forward the stories changed with each word, Iryn himself doesnt care where people think he is from. He is content with his work for now, still young, sometimes he thinks of taking an heir so he could leave it all and travel but he never found them

#Ardyn #Iryn #dnd NPC #dnd 5e

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

A beautiful gift from @yamadeus for my birthday a month or so back I never posted to my neglected tumblr. Ardyn is my Soulknife half elf who is having a rough time, but who isnt in the party, unless your Terice.

#Ardyn #Art #dnd character #dndart #Dnd 5e #dungeons and dragons #Rogue #Soulknife #half elf

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Snowy quest

Ardyn had been in Amren for 2 years, his hair was now at his shoulders, a small ponytail held some of it in check but was now hidden under a thick dark green cloak as he huffed, breath small clouds in the winter air. Morning lessons were over and with some coin in his pocket and a letter in hand he had two tasks. One, deliver the letter to Lady Mara’s household and Two, Stop by the bakery to buy something warm on the way back. At 11 it felt like he held a small fortune in his pockets but he had to think one thing at a time. Delivering this letter was a test from the Master of the house, he had to remember the city map by heart and not get lost, and so he started to tread in the muddy snow that was left behind the night before, his boot slipping slightly where some had frozen over.

The city seemed a little quieter in the cold, wet weather, people more reluctant to head to market unless truly needed, His walk took his uphill knowing not to stick out, to use allies if easier, climb if it was a good shortcut and within the hour he stood at the iron gates of the ladies home, two paid guards standing and looking at the boy, a bit taller then those his age, Anxiety whelmed inside of him as he announced his intentions, saying the letter must be hand delivered and he would not give it to them, once he spoke the masters name they knew better to stop him, so they opened the gate a fraction as he slipped through, the snow here white, barely disturbed, why would anyone take visitors on such a cold day, and why would the wealthy leave when they had furs and fires to keep them company. He knocked on the widow ladies front doors as a maid opened it slightly to not let the cold blast through, she soon smiled, letting him in the Foyer, dark wooden floor covered in thick rugs that felt good under his feet, not used to walking so much and far.

A soft sound caught his ear as he turned, not even knowing the race of this lady, he was slightly surprised to see a pale Tiefling descend stairs on slipped feet. Ardyn found her beautiful as he watched.

“Good afternoon little sir” her soft voice spoke as he remembered his hood and lowered it before leaning a small bow “Good afternoon my lady, Master Iryn sends his regards” He kept his voice polite, afraid of any foul words escaping him. She smiled as she came to stand in front “I am sure he does, and your the lucky one he sent today” He nodded holding out the sealed letter which she took, warm blooded hands grazing, almost dwarfing his own “I can tell you wont be an errand boy for long, not with those looks” That's what a lot of adults around him talked about these days, as he was educated, trained with simple weapons and combat, His Elven looks. “Whatever he wishes my lady” he was bought, he had little say on the choices and whims of those beyond his years. A small light laugh left her lips. “Thank you for the letter, if I need to reply, I will, for now, be careful on your way back, its going to snow soon, I can smell it” How you could smell snow was beyond him, but she patted his head gently before walking into her grand home, leaving him with the maid who saw him out. Stepping outside the gates, it had indeed started to snow again, not too heavy at the time but as he went further down the city streets it became thicker, He knew he had the silver for that baked good, but something told him to head straight back to the Brothel and so he walked faster.

Nearing his destination he turned a corner without much thought but hit a person, with a small squeak he fell and winced, the person who has bumped into still stood as if nothing touched him, but he looked down and glared “watch it you little shit” he spat and ardyn glared back “Says you fat old man” he spat back forcing himself up despite the protect in his body, he quickly ducked as the orge took a swing as him but knew the runt was not worth it as Ardyn ran off before slipping and falling again. “ FUCK” he cried out, frustrated and something hurt but again he got up, brushed himself down and took those few more moments getting back. He ignored Symone as he walked, well hobbled through the warmth of the kitchen and started to make his long walk up the attic. He would go to the office when he was dry and trying not to cry, he wouldn't let them see that. He took his time, watching workers pass him on the stairs and small crossways until he got to the small dorm-like area, he seemed to be the only one, he guessed the others boys were also out working, either in the streets or within the house.

He peeled off his wet clothing and hung them with the other drying clothes near the fire, he threw his undergarments in the wash shoot and hobbled to get dressed again. He looked down at his ankle, which seemed larger then the other and bruising a dark shade, as he moved his shoulder and arm into a blouse he cried out in a sharp pain holding his wrist close as a tear escaped.

He didnt know how much time passed as he sat in front of the fire trying to chase the chill the snow had given him when his ear twitched hearing the creak of a door. To his surprise and slight fear Iryn stood with a tray and a look of pity on his graceful Eleven features. “Symone said you would be sulking up here” he smiled walking closer and setting a tray down. The tray held two cups of cocoa and a small box, he also placed a small bag down “lets see the damage” his voice soft but didn't leave room to protest so with a dejected look Ardyn held out his wrist first which was soon wrapped tight which felt better, there was still pain as he was forced to wear a sling. Next was his ankle which Iryn didn't look too pleased about as he took a cloth filled with snow and placed it on the swollen limb, Ardyn tried to move away from the cold but the glare he got was colder still so he hissed at the cool pain.

“This won't do, we will have to work on your footwork when your healed…..on your first solo outing as well” For some reason Iryns worry was mistaken as disappointment in the young ones mind as he was given a warm cup and took a sip of the sweet drink. “I'm not mad Fae” he spoke after a sip of his own as if he could read the child's mind “I am worried you tried to hide it and not seek a healer, this could of been worse, those who have no use can't stay in this house, you know that” Ardyn gave a solemn nod to his words “You were born with a natural gift, you could be trained into a weapon in another persons hands, but I am putting education into you, skills of a spie and thief, and when your older enough the courage of a prostitute” “I'm an investment” his small voice said not looking up to the master of the house “You are, but we are also a family, we look after each other, I care for each person in this house, no matter their place, Finish you drink and stay in bed, I will send for a healer tomorrow to speed up your recovery” He rose from their spot on the floor taking his empty cup, leaving Ardyn with his. Ardyn took his time with his drink, a rare gift for him. He thought he knew everything from just 2 years under the roof of the house but today supposed and humbled him. Nothing was given for free, not even kindness. A lesson taught with pain.

#Ardyn #OC #dnd oc #dndoc #dnd character #dnd

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Faelyn to Ardyn

Ardyn didn't know how long into the night he kept running, each breath like daggers and ice in his lungs, his body finally stopped at first light, in a wood that could of been full of vicious creatures but his mind had no room for the thought as he fell to his needs, a heart breaking sob escaping his body which shivered from the chill and shock. Within a night he had lost everything he knew because of one man, something had also awoken in him, he could feel it under his skin an odd comfort to go with his loss. Once his body stopped shaking and the cries stopped leaving his body he forced himself up again, it wouldn't do to gain attention, now this mind a little more clear he knew better to stand still. “I need to find somewhere to think” he muttered to himself as he walked slowly, body tired but pressing on. It wasn't till the sun was already high he found a town, quiet, travelers going back and forth it seemed, those in armor looking at a noticeboard of jobs. That meant he would find an inn, if they would accept his sorry state. Keeping heavy eyes focused he walked until he saw the sign for an inn and entered, it was warm, smelt of meat and ale, not too busy. He walked to the bar, anxious which was new to him, how long would it take for those on horses with a poster of his face to reach here. It didn't feel safe but he needed to rest. The bar keep looked over, eyes looking at the young man in front of them “Job gone wrong?” a small huff of a laugh followed as they stood in front of him. “You could say that” He forced a smile “I was hoping for a room, I will pay two nights, even if I just stay one” The older lady moved to grab her ledger looking at the pages and hummed “yes, that will run you 4 gold in total, name?” he was grabbing the small pouch he had managed to take and stopped for a moment, a name. He needed one, he took in a breath before answer “Ardyn Mayrose” it fell off the tongue and soon a key was pushed to him, He gave the gold and headed up to a simple room but saw a small fire going, he took his rain and sweat soaked clothing off and hung them near the heat as he grabbed a blanket and sat by the fire himself.

He was no longer Faelyn of the starless ship, no longer a gem to be admired. Now he was Ardyn, he wasnt sure who Ardyn was yet but he would have to travel and not look back.

#Ardyn #dnd character #dndoc #text

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

First impressions

Ardyn was slightly at a loss as he sat in his new room. A few hours ago he had been dead, a void of nothing until a hand reached out and something in him took it. Now he was sat cross legged, back leaning on the wall thinking about all the strange people he had met. The elven man who had brought them back, a graceful being of power, stood beside a man who dressed well but was seasoned, easy to tell by your own eye, speaking with confidence and poise, to be admired, some would call cocky and arrogant for sure.

A sigh escaped his lips as he thought of the others he met. The Halfling with so much energy Ardyn wasn't sure if she was a joy or a headache, either way, the muscle was not to be messed with and for now met in small doses. Next the Goblin, it had taken Ardyn slightly sideways, they were not always known for the intellect or cooperation with other races, He had fought some on the roads but he knew better to pry, The green one liked to be alone and Ardyn was happy to leave him to it, The Drow also caught his eye, He didn't come across many in the city, in his chambers, he heard stories, often of their wicked ways so seeing one so close, one who tried to play nice and speak of gods left an odd taste in his mind, he didn't know what to think, dressed in such a way yet so open. Then there was the quiet one, pale and of Elven origin, he seemed a little strange and disliked the Drow, refusing to even converse with him, Ardyn would watch them. It seemed they had to work together, friction could kill them, Ardyn didn't fancy death a second time.

He didn't trust any of them, not yet, he didnt know if he would, or how to handle those offering friendship. Kindness, it had been months since being around so many people and he felt tightly wound, He felt trapped again, something he swore he wouldn't be again.

Closing his eyes he let himself fall sideways into the plush of the bed. Maybe trust wasn't the problem, maybe it was fear, maybe its because he had forgotten how to pretend to be someone else and them seeing Ardyn felt raw. For now he wouldn't think about it, for now he would rest and hope things would work out.

#Ardyn #dndoc #Dnd oc #dungeon and dragons #dnd character #text

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Iryn and the boy. Part 1

Iryn has been in the parlour the night he heard of the boy. He sat on a stool at the bar, fingers on a tall glass with a colourful liquid in it as he listened to one of his human girls sing to the guests. A man from the south on business was talking to Nyma at the bar as she made drinks and he overheard. “Sorry little thing, so out of place, most of us are human you know, sure you get the travelling party now and then but he sticks out, dad was an elf, left his mum pregnant, long ears, bright eyes, just doesnt fit in, swears and fights with the human kids cause of course they would pick on him’ He carried on talking and Iryn was curious. He didnt have an elf or even a half elf in his employ, even if it was years ahead he could see the investment already. He smiled to himself as he finished his drink and slid the man a few gold coin for a name and place which was easily given.

He moved through the crowd to a side door, one that connected Brothel to the Tavern. “You seem in a good mood Iyie” A voice came from the taven halls, he looked over and slightly down to the dark haired dwarven lady Miriam “Mimi I am going away a little while for business” he said simply, While he seemed happy her face changed to annoyed “I will give you a bonus when i am back, I promise” because leaving meant she was in charge of both tavern and his most beloved whore house. She only sighed making no real objection and he took his leave wanting to leave at first light.

---

His journey to this small town wasnt eventful, his ride didnt scream money so no one tried to rob or murder him which was all very nice of them. The town he came to was quiet, much so compared to the city. He saw a group of children playing and he saw him in the corner of his eye, a boy that didn't fit, taller than the children his age, hair red and eyes green like the forests his father no doubt came from. When he said play, it was more rough than anything but the boy still went along, soon rubbing a sore cheek when his mother called him. His gaze went to her, she seemed pretty, a beauty if it wasn't marred by tiredness of being a mother, not just to one, but another it seemed as behind her stood a young girl. It wouldn't do to ambush them now, he would let their morning continue.

He had a small meal in his carriage seeing a man walk away from the home, a human man, no doubt the young girl's father but for sure not the boys, he knew too well what often happened in those families, the bastard born facing unjust hardship from the father. A sigh escaped him as he left his carriage; it was only natural for the common folk to look towards him as he lifted up his hood slightly to hide his elongated ears. ---

He knocked only thrice before the door opened and bowed slightly lowering his hood “morning, my name is Iryn Treedol” he introduced himself as she kept the door only open a jar “I was wondering if I could talk to you about your son, Seth?” Knowing her son's name took her by surprise but with it she let him in “thank you” he smiled stepping inside what looked like a common family home. “How does an elf know about my son?” was her first question as he smiled at her “word travels, and I have come with an opportunity for him, it must not be easy on any of you, such a wild thing in your home” He could only guess that like himself a child of two elves that even a half elf would feel it to, the call of the woods, or that natural chaos their kind was known for. “He takes after a father that is not here in a human home, outcast by birth, I have no doubt the love for him you feel is more than words can describe, so may I ask you, can he be happy here? With a man who holds no love for him?”

Marie, her name I later found out, she sat at the small table in the front room, guilt and sadness on her features. It was no lie he spoke when he knew a mothers love was great but her son was also an outcast and the town was utterly human. “His sister loves him but even she points out his looks in her innocence, as for my husband…” a heavy sigh escaped her as she looked up towards the stairs where her children were. “You said opportunity?” a question laced with fear. “I run a well desired establishment, I offer education, he could even learn his other peoples language if he desired, he will be housed, clothed and trained, he will have place and purpose” “You must find him worthy of some worth if you have traveled this far for him….” “When I hear and find a good investment I can't walk away, I know money won't replace a child but it will help the burden” Sometimes a parent was more than happy to be rid of a mouth to feed or a child undesired, but Marie looked at him, he could see the fight in her eyes as Iryn slid a small pouch across the table. “You have my word, he will be safe, warm and in time, happy, if he wishes he can write to you freely” something in her relaxed with his last words as she nodded, knowing her son could have a happiness she could not give.

#OC #Ardyn #DnD character #dndOC #Text

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

The day fate changed.

I will put Trigger warning for Violence, attempted sexual assult.

Time off was not that common for Ardyn, The more he worked, the more gold that lined his pockets, the more gold he could send with the letter he wrote to his mother asking for her forgiveness when he offered her his but the body sometimes needed a break.

He had taken the morning slow, his last client leaving an hour or so before the dawn, he saw them off draped in a green blanket holding a wrapped gift from them as he sometimes did when he had regular custom, something clients liked was to see their jewels on his skin as he serves them, to boost their own ego’s. He placed the wrapped gift on his vanity, catching his tired reflection in the mirror. “A few hours sleep” he said to himself before going to a bowl of perfumed water, washing the sweat and cum from his skin, it wouldn't do to sleep in filth. Walking over to the bed he pulled the dirty sheets to the floor and laid down, sleep taking him quickly.

He woke again when his body was rested mid morning, A small creek in the wall panel stirred him as he stretched in the sun as it hit his skin making him glow, the maid mumbled an apology but he took no offence as he got up “its fine, the bed needs changing anyway” he offered her a smile as he stood naked in his room before sitting at his vanity to tame his hair. He would take time in the afternoon washing it, he wanted to see the ocean today and it would take too long right now, so he brushed it quickly before putting it in a plait held with jeweled pins and clips, he picked up a blouse and tunic to complement his skin before sliding boots onto his covered legs. Looking at the mirror he saw an handsome man with a smile which would break hearts, at 24 he was in the prime of his life and he felt it as he took himself in before grabbing a dagger and tucking it into his boot before using the public hall ways to exit the brothel, quiet in the mid morning.

Ardyn spent his day in the city, walking near the docks watching some ships come and go, he bought some street food from the vendors at the central market enjoying the spiced meat and some sweet treats, picking a few to take back to the brothel to share with his self made family. As he walked old habits came back, his eyes catching the city messengers and childrens used as little spies, flesh sold, but so did information and secrets, he missed those days of using the shadows. Shaking his head he smiled looking to the sky seeing the day almost gone from him. Pulling his hood up he made his way back, rain taking over the blue skies making them grey and cool. He quickened his step slipping through the back doors of the brothel leaving the treats with Sym in in the kitchen before heading up the stairs to his rooms.

The day and evening felt no different, He had little reason to think it would as he stepped out of the warm copper tub rubbing a towel through his hair, sitting at his vanity naked, taking his time with drying and oiling his hair, a meal had been set aside for him which he picked at during the evening, he seemed content hearing soft music come from the world outside as it continued to rain. He soon slipped a knee length tunic over his shoulders and smiled to himself until it faltered hearing a knock at his doors. It was odd, most came through the panel without a knock knowing when he was and wasnt working, Iryn would also not knock but use his room doors, only clients knocked but he wasnt on the books for the night.

The knock came again so with caution he opened the door slightly, behind it stood a human man, maybe the same age as him, stubble on his face,sweat on his brow, breath smelling of ale. Lord Norman, his father, was a very high figure in the city. “Forgive me My lord but I am not taking clients tonight” Ardyn said softly in a submissive tone and tried to close the door but the lord's foot was between it, before Ardyn could say anything or even called for help the lord pushed himself inside, grabbing Ardyn's arms harshly making him wince “Shut it whore, my gold says you taking me tonight” he growled. Ardyn tried to move away but fear was pitted into his stomach as he replied “ No, I dont want to” Even as a sex worker consent was taken seriously, his eyes flashed to the small strings on his wall, the thick one was for when he was in danger. He tried to pull away again but was struck but the man's hand as he stumbled.

“No? Why not? I have more gold then any of those pathetic races that come here, you will spread your legs like a good whore and take me, beg me” he said in a guttural voice again and threw him towards the bed before getting on top. Ardyn had nothing near, no dagger to protect as the lord tore at his tunic. He sobbed slightly before using all his force to kick, managing to back away slightly, grabbing the cord and pulling before he was hit again “stay still!” he shouted and in that panic, his head ached feeling it was going to split as he sobbed, he turned, his hand aiming for the lantern, feeling something in his grip he turned with his full force and slammed his fist into the lord's head. Lord Norman shouted in pain, falling off the bed with a thud unmoving.

Ardyns breathing was harsh as he tried to control his shaking, fearful he had killed a man as he looked over the bed, what he saw was not the lantern he thought he grabbed but what looked like shards of crystal leaving terrible cuts on his face and his eye bleeding, but he breathed which meant he was not dead, but his panic didnt stop, he had just hurt someone very powerful. His door swung open as Iryn stood there taking in the scene, the body on the floor, Ardyns torn Tunic as the bruises forming on his face. “Fae…” he said closing the door “He attacked me, I didnt mean it, he was going to rape me” he spoke, or thought he had but no words has left him as he heard it clear as day, Iryn himself looked shocked then sad as he replied within Ardyns mind “A new power it seems, it isnt safe here anymore, pack, leave, run, I can't protect you, when he wakes it would be the end of you”

The fact his family couldn't even project him scared him more then anything but his body moved, it dressed in plain clothing, he packed a bag of little things, Iryn gave him a dagger but laughed slightly as he did knowing Ardyn wouldn't even need it “Pick a new name by the time you leave the city” he said ushering him to the wall panel “This isnt how I expected your life to go little one, fly, don't look back” Ardyn could only nod as he ran down the stairs, he looked at the empty kitchen before taking some food and left into the rain. He knew it would only be hours before his attacker woke, angry and in pain, as he went to the poor part of the city, he took the dagger in hand and hacked through his hair throwing it in the fire, wincing at the smell, the tears still fell down his cheeks, but he couldn't give in to his feelings until he was safe, until he could find a place to stop and breath.

In the darkness of the night he used his skills from childhood the leave the city gates unseen, taking one last look at Amren a trembling breath left him before he started to run, the rain soaking chill into his bones like the fear he felt. He was out, but he still wasn't free.

#TW #Trigger warning #TW:Violence #violence #TW:Sexualassult #Sexual assault

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

Breakfast

One of the perks of being the most demanded whore of ‘the starless ship’ was Ardyn's own rooms which gave him a small balcony facing the ocean that lay beyond the city Amren. He stood in the early morning sun wrapped in a thin green blanket, his long hair messily tussled around his back and shoulders, a worry for later as a soft sigh escaped his lips. The city and brothel had been his home longer than any other place in his life now as he stood, the mature age of 20. He raised a manicured hand under no illusion he was not spoiled, but he also knew he had worked for it.

Nothing was free, he had no freedom in the world, not naive thoughts of running away like others who wouldn't have the copper to live. He knows until he is unwanted he would live under Iryn’s rules in his house of flesh. Shaking the thoughts from his mind he went back into his chambers to dress simply, he could of rung a bell for food but he felt restless as he sometimes did so he pulled a pair of trousers on and a loose blouse, tying his hair messily not bothering to brush for now, he had not slept and was hungry, hair could wait.

The brothel was quiet as guests left tired and other workers tried to get a few hours sleep before the day began again, Ardyn took the servants route hidden behind walls, wooden staircases leading down to the kitchens which seemed to never stop, the smell of smoked meat reaching his nose.

“Look at this rare sight, the noble Fae gracing my kitchen” the words were a light tease said with no malice from the plump human at the stove. Sym had been there the first day he was a small gangly child, she was still here today with more grey and wrinkles but no less motherly and caring. “ yes yes, this spoiled one is here” he muttered taking a seat at the table where two children sat, messengers and whatever other tasks the house asked for them, they always started early and Ardyn didnt miss that part of his life. “Well ye here now, so eat ya fill before the other runts come” He nodded as he took some bacon and bread, pouring a cup of tea as well “Were you really a messenger, you look like a princess” one of the children said as Ardyn couldn't help but laugh “Yes, I was, just like you, running in the allies getting up to no good, it's why I was grounded” he grinned “if you don't behave Master Iryn will lock you up to” they both looked at each other and nodded “We will behave!” they said together before running away leaving empty plates. “Do you miss it?” Sym asked, sitting herself down for some tea in a quiet moment. Ardyn had to think back a little and hummed “Sometimes, I miss the freedom, but I am better selling my body then I ever was doing that sort of work for him” it wasn't as if he wasn't allowed outside but he worked and entertained often. “It was only a few years ago you sat here worried you were too ugly, but master knew better, we wouldn't of spent so much time and education on you if he didnt think you were special” He sighed into his tea knowing it was true. He was far from ugly, he wasn't lanky, he was toned, his skin clear bar his freckles of green. “I miss the others sometimes, those who do the dirty work for our master, those who didn't fit the mould, I don't miss sharing a room with 6 other boys then sharing a room with the other girls” Sym laughed slightly, shaking her head. Not everyone got their own rooms to sleep in, rooms were shared to entertain guests and they would go to their shared rooms. Ardyn was different, always on call and well to do enough to have his cosy room and balcony. Others were envious but were not mean. “Bet you miss them helping to keep that tangled mess right”She gestured her cup at his messy strangs, some falling from the haphazard tie. “If Iryn did not insist on my hair I would have chopped it off by now” It made him feel beautiful but was a hassle. Sym only hummed letting the young man eat, happy to see him after so long, she pushed herself up to busy herself again as Ardyn also stood filling his cup once more and took it “ I will see you again soon, maybe share some stories with the younger ones if I have time” she smiled and started to sing as he made his way up the house again passing a few workers. He knew family was important and he neglected them, but it was his and others' work that fed them, clothed and educated them, like the ones before had for him. “Guess I should get a few hours sleep before the noise starts” He yawned entering his room, closing the hidden panel behind him. Finishing his tea he placed the cracked cup on his vanity and shed his clothing catching himself in the mirror, “Maybe if I get too fat she will let me sleep longer” he sighed before falling into bed noticing it had been changed while he was eating, glad for the cool silks on his skin as his dreams took him.

#Ardyn #OC #Text

[a-queer-and-his-ocs]

So I decided to design another D&D character the other day.  A divine sorcerer to go with my friends drow bodyguard. It was prophesised that an almighty drow priestess, bringer of a new prosperous future would be born…only problem is the baby was a boy, meet Ryloth Baenre.