It was raining. A thick and heavy rain with clouds so dark that it could have been midnight and rain coming down so hard and fast that people were leaving things outside to get washed.
Normally, this sort of rain wouldn’t have been as bad in Markarth as any other Hold because the rain complimented the dreary stone that made the city and the air of the loss of something great that clung like the increasing fog.
However, today Argis the Bulwark was rather hoping that today would have been nice. Because today, of all days, Argis was being assigned a new Thane.
Argis’ last Thane had drunk himself silly and then gotten in a fight. But even with the housecarl’s help, the fool had managed to get a dagger to his belly and bled out before anything that could have been done.
While Argis was in no way at fault for the death of the man, it would have been his seventh Thane dead and his reputation of being bad luck only seemed bolstered by the event. He had trouble finding work doing much of anything, having to settle on a caravan guard for any wayward traveler or merchant that was willing to cough up the coin. Not only that but most people avoided him at all costs and tried to avoid having anything to do with him, so finding food was also a problem.
And then he was called back by the Jarl, who had found someone crazy enough to become Thane and in need of a housecarl. So now he was waiting in the newly renovated house, waiting for his mysterious Thane to appear and listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of the rain outside.
Argis had hoped that it would be nice in case that his Thane wanted a tour of the city or if he wanted to set out immediately. But with this kind of down pour even the shops would be closed, most buildings locked up and just about everyone at the inn for drinks. So going outside would have been useless.
He started a stew out of sheer boredom. But he only had a few pieces of meat and a few dried spices, so he hoped that his Thane liked spiced meat stew and made a mental note to gather some more food and supplies tomorrow or the soonest the weather broke. Argis has almost finished up when the front doors burst open.
He peeked out of the kitchen and saw a darkly cloaked figure standing just inside the main hallway. The figure vigorously shook the water from their black robe before coming further into the house. Realizing that the figure was probably his Thane, Argis quickly served some of the stew and then went out to greet his Thane.
First thought that came to mind was… they were short and thin, exceptionally so with their dark robes clinging to their figure. And second was that they were a warrior by the look of the worn out dual blades strapped around their waist outside their cloak.
“Hello, you must be my new Thane, my name is Argis the Bulwark and I’ll be serving as your housecarl” Argis greeted formally.
The figure tilted their head up and for a brief moment Argis could have sworn that he saw two bright, glowing orange eyes, but then his Thane whipped their hood back. Underneath the hood was a rather beautiful Bosmer, with moderately long pitch black hair clinging to his skull. His full lips were held in a straight line and his bright orange/red eyes were cold and flat.
“My name is Roos, pleased to meet you Argis” Roos said flatly.
At a loss of words, Argis simply rolled with it.
“I have a stew ready, and I could hang your armor and cloak to dry”
“Alright” Roos said before going and disappearing into his room.
A moment later the elf came out in a rather simple set of woolen shirt and pants. He handed to soppy wet mess of leather armor and black cloak to Argis before going into the kitchen where the bowl of stew had been placed out for him.
As Argis used a wooden screen to set out the armor and cloak to dry, he tried to sum up what his initial thoughts of his Thane was.
He doesn’t like me
(tags relationship:slash characters: m!dragonborn, Argis kinks: size, vampire(?) and likely more, but for now I leave you with a first taste)
Blood rose 1/?
Normally, this sort of rain wouldn’t have been as bad in Markarth as any other Hold because the rain complimented the dreary stone that made the city and the air of the loss of something great that clung like the increasing fog.
However, today Argis the Bulwark was rather hoping that today would have been nice. Because today, of all days, Argis was being assigned a new Thane.
Argis’ last Thane had drunk himself silly and then gotten in a fight. But even with the housecarl’s help, the fool had managed to get a dagger to his belly and bled out before anything that could have been done.
While Argis was in no way at fault for the death of the man, it would have been his seventh Thane dead and his reputation of being bad luck only seemed bolstered by the event. He had trouble finding work doing much of anything, having to settle on a caravan guard for any wayward traveler or merchant that was willing to cough up the coin. Not only that but most people avoided him at all costs and tried to avoid having anything to do with him, so finding food was also a problem.
And then he was called back by the Jarl, who had found someone crazy enough to become Thane and in need of a housecarl. So now he was waiting in the newly renovated house, waiting for his mysterious Thane to appear and listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of the rain outside.
Argis had hoped that it would be nice in case that his Thane wanted a tour of the city or if he wanted to set out immediately. But with this kind of down pour even the shops would be closed, most buildings locked up and just about everyone at the inn for drinks. So going outside would have been useless.
He started a stew out of sheer boredom. But he only had a few pieces of meat and a few dried spices, so he hoped that his Thane liked spiced meat stew and made a mental note to gather some more food and supplies tomorrow or the soonest the weather broke. Argis has almost finished up when the front doors burst open.
He peeked out of the kitchen and saw a darkly cloaked figure standing just inside the main hallway. The figure vigorously shook the water from their black robe before coming further into the house. Realizing that the figure was probably his Thane, Argis quickly served some of the stew and then went out to greet his Thane.
First thought that came to mind was… they were short and thin, exceptionally so with their dark robes clinging to their figure. And second was that they were a warrior by the look of the worn out dual blades strapped around their waist outside their cloak.
“Hello, you must be my new Thane, my name is Argis the Bulwark and I’ll be serving as your housecarl” Argis greeted formally.
The figure tilted their head up and for a brief moment Argis could have sworn that he saw two bright, glowing orange eyes, but then his Thane whipped their hood back. Underneath the hood was a rather beautiful Bosmer, with moderately long pitch black hair clinging to his skull. His full lips were held in a straight line and his bright orange/red eyes were cold and flat.
“My name is Roos, pleased to meet you Argis” Roos said flatly.
At a loss of words, Argis simply rolled with it.
“I have a stew ready, and I could hang your armor and cloak to dry”
“Alright” Roos said before going and disappearing into his room.
A moment later the elf came out in a rather simple set of woolen shirt and pants. He handed to soppy wet mess of leather armor and black cloak to Argis before going into the kitchen where the bowl of stew had been placed out for him.
As Argis used a wooden screen to set out the armor and cloak to dry, he tried to sum up what his initial thoughts of his Thane was.
He doesn’t like me
(tags relationship:slash characters: m!dragonborn, Argis kinks: size, vampire(?) and likely more, but for now I leave you with a first taste)