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 A Secret Shared, tag: Rak'han
Eirik Vadi
 Posted: Feb 14 2018, 10:32 PM
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Eirik Vadi
20 YEARS OLD
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Eirik had been sent along with Clan Eroan’s First to keep watch over him. They weren’t expecting a lot of trouble. He supposed that was why it was only two of them.

It was a Keeper’s duty to keep their culture alive. One day the torch would pass on to Rak’han. He had a lot more to find in some ancient elven ruins than Eirik did, whose training had always been about bow and dagger, the hunt, and survival. Where at first he had been a bumbling city elf who hardly knew the difference between the pointy end of an arrow, he had learned quite quickly. Eirik had become sleek and lean. Very little of the elf-servant-turned-fugitive remained. An adept hunter, an aggressive fighter, and a talent for singing the songs handed down from clan-to-clan, he had slowly ingratiated himself with the Dalish elves that roamed the Graves.

It hadn’t always been easy. He would not have believed it if someone had told him he’d be following Rak’han, by himself, on their own little mission. Eirik, a small boy on the cusp of fourteen, had at first attached himself to a young Rak’han, following him, asking him questions, constantly underfoot; he supposed it had been excessive looking back, but he had been nothing but a lost elfling at the time, steeped in a world he did not know. He couldn’t even remember exactly what the argument had been about. He only remembered that it was explosive enough to keep each other away from their company for years…as much as was possible in a small Dalish clan. But the years had grown like the branches of a tree, and they had too. First they had spoken words to one another. Then they had shared a firepit. He remembered Rak’han’s eyes, their yellow color reflecting the tongues of flame and lighting them up like molten gold.

Eirik was remembering it now as he trailed slightly behind the mage. He had watched the way Rak’han’s hair moved as he walked. The strands brushed his shoulders and spilled over where his neck met, the skin there covered in smatterings of freckles.

He always smelled slightly of sage, and…something a little heady.

Eirik didn’t know what they were expecting to find in a collapsed ruin, but to him it looked the same as any other. He had quickly gotten sidetracked looking through piles of rubble. Sometimes he found skeletons. Alarming at first, and always with a slight chance they would stand up and start chewing on him, so he made sure to poke them with a stick before approaching. Luckily all this ruin had yielded was crumbling rock, weeds, and smashed bits of pottery. Once their gilded parts might have shimmered, but now the best they could do was fight the dirt caked on top. He gripped one, the shard yielding an intricate piece of art, and slipped it into a pocket. Then he rose, turning his head to look for Rak’han.

Perhaps the mage wanted to sleep and walk the Fade. It was his job to watch over him if he did.

He found him in front of a stone statue. The cave had given way above them, shining light over him as he stood, making his hair form an umber halo. “Oh, look what you found, Ra. The Keeper’s not gonna believe this.”

Eirik gestured. “Another fucking wolf statue.”

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Rak`han Eroan
 Posted: Feb 15 2018, 02:21 PM
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Rak`han Eroan
24 YEARS OLD
he/him
Mage
83
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Elf
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APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Blood Mage
Runaway Slave
Craig
he/him - CST


Questioning, an offering of additional names of the hunters and warriors of the clan, were quick to rise upon the stubborn First’s tongue when the Keeper chose to assign the one known as Eirik to accompany the young mage on a rather boring matter of searching for ancients or their ruins. Disapproval was evident in the way features contorted and it coiled about that molten gaze which had set into a mother. Names, a pointed motion towards them, had offered rebuttal as they were individuals Rak`han would have preferred to play this tag along – though the reason behind it was one kept under tongue. Yet such words were turned away as negotiation was not an option in this case and should the brash creature called a son ever come to step up, to fill the role of Keeper, he needed the acceptance he was not exhibiting now.

However, such things as acceptance and understanding were lacking upon an aggravated tongue even as attention had briefly shifted towards the no eared elven boy. A creature they adopted into the clan not that many years ago, a runaway and annoyance from the start. An obsession for answers and an unwillingness from the mage himself to work into the younger male’s wants had turned words sour as ire fell upon each breath. What exactly had been the last straw had long since been forgotten, something petty, but a being with a temper never needed much a reason to hold a grudge. It lead to childish avoidance and indirectly speaking with one another when they were forced into the others presence.

Such feelings had quelled themselves over the years and each of them, at least it seemed, had grown up at least a bit since then. The last year had gone smoothly enough though it still did not mean Eirik was Rak`han’s first choice when it came to stealing time away, even if it be on this mission. Though such a juvenile thought was suppressed by the time that golden gaze had returned to look upon the one chosen by the Keeper. Acceptance at long last in those judging eyes though it did not come to rise upon the First’s tongue as steps guided him to the other’s side and then past it with a stilled note, “Let’s go.”

Rak`han held no direction in the way he moved through the Graves for only so much was known about potential locations of these ruins Vana had wished to be found. They needed to move south, skirt around the territory of giants, and follow the rivers to the overhangs of the cliffs until they gave away to the weathered stone beneath. It was there the earth would split and it was there they must sink into the shadowed hold of the terrain, slip down into the ground where it gave to itself below the surface. The entrance hidden in the foliage but all it needed was to be pushed aside to expose the dip into the beyond of what had been claimed from the tongues of others to be ruins.

The declaration was no fib though the type of ruins it had given away to seemed to hold little importance to what the clan had surely sent the pair off to find. Nearly everything within had collapsed upon itself and what had once been written on the walls faded into dull tones were waters sept through the earth above. Fingers came to trace the surface before eyes twisted to set against the other elf with a curiosity, watching as hands dug into the rubble in an attempt to find something of value. Though all that was upturned was the crumbling hints of an ancient life, pointless.

Sight displaced itself from upon the fair freckled skin of the other as steps let the First abandon the hunter in a desire to move deeper into the cave. Eyes glimmered in the faded light, cutting through the shadows as if they did not exist even when a ceiling cracked and allowed the sunlight to spill upon the floor. Disappointment was evident in the way Rak`han’s features pulled against one another into a tight lipped expression. These ruins were supposed to be something and yet all that had been found still standing, thus far, was another statue that already littered the surface world of the Graves. Arms crossed against the elf’s bare chest and remained there even as Eirik found himself walking through the tunnel.

“Oh, look what you found Ra.”

Words bit at the mage’s spine as ears tilted back and a brow furrowed before that honeyed gaze was twisted against the hunter who had spoken. Lips pulled into a snarky grin though it read more like a scowl that twisted upon the edges of lingering disgust. Yet amusement danced behind that cutting look and rose upon each lyric that pulled against the First’s tongue, “Perhaps she likes wolf statues more than you and I, if we are lucky it will blow her mind.” Anything like this seemed to garner some interest from the woman as if it were a sign they were getting closer to discovery though a repeat of constructions found no place in the heart of the Keeper’s son.

“Do not worry, Eirik, even if you find nothing we can always lie. Play you up, make you sound better than you are at this whole scavenging the ruins thing.” Arms found themselves unfolding from against the mage’s chest as bare feet moved against the dirt and stone to stand a little closer to the other Dalish. Eyes fixated on the way the light cast a halo about the other’s form though they settled upon the brilliance of narrowed blue pools. “If you are lucky maybe there is still things to be found beyond the wolf.” Hands rose to find themselves against the excessive bits of cloth that clung to the hunter’s form, tugging at it and adjusting the way it sat upon the male’s shoulders before that touch gravitated into the plum that danced upon the right side. “Unless you are content to dig around in the dirt like a dog searching for a lost meal.”

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Eirik Vadi
 Posted: Feb 20 2018, 10:16 PM
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Eirik Vadi
20 YEARS OLD
He/Him
Rogue
77
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Elf
SHIPPER
REQUEST
APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Assassin
Scout
Day
She/Her - EST


He huffed. “I don’t think they meant for us to find anything, anyway,” he muttered. If they had they might have sent more people. Eirik suspected they’d just wanted them out of the way for a time. He looked over at one of the dilapidated walls, finding another fresco of archers, hearing Rak’han come closer on a pair of bare feet. “And ancient elves are more your subject.”

Not that he had ever heard Rak’han express an interest in them before. He had heard him speak plenty of times about demons, however, a bit of a taboo subject during his time with humans. The Eroans did not seem to mind so much. They let him dabble in blood magic openly. The scars of his experiments could still be seen as deep gouges on his wrists. Rak’han had not turned into a howling abomination yet, and if his clan elders approved of it, then so did he; as someone whose only connection to the Fade was through fleeting dreams, he had not considered magic one way or another. Much less of the blood variety.

He had been distracted as Rak’han walked to him, and only turned his head in attention when he felt a touch on his clothing (however light it was). He looked down at the First’s fingers where they felt the fabric of his stitched tunic. “I like to dig,” he blurted, after a short, surprised silence. Eirik’s face immediately flushed. “I mean that it is not so bad.” He reached into his pocket and produced the gilded shard. “See?”

Eirik seemed pleased with it, for one. He turned it slightly to watch the gleaming lines catch the light filtering in through the cave’s ceiling. The mage’s eyes were much the same color, and glinting, too, as he looked at him. His fingers were still on his clothes — this time dusting his right side. The fur around his neck and tucked under his belt were decorative, and useful. They provided warmth and camouflage, and were proof of his hunter-ship, the black the pelt of a wolf and the spotted fur skinned from the hide of a spectacularly hued august ram. Rak’han didn’t wear much of anything. He was clad only in slitted pants. His long hair rolled over his shoulders and dipped over his collarbones. He supposed Rak’han wanted everyone to see the vallaslin so painstakingly etched beyond his face, but it also meant Eirik had to be extra vigilant that a cave-spider wouldn’t leap from the shadows. There was only so much a bare torso could take.

Eirik shifted his weight to the left, sensitive to Ra’s touch. His blue eyes, once averted, now looked into his face, wondering at his thoughts. “You should lead. I am only here to protect you,” he mumbled. He gestured again to the statue. “You can keep the credit for every one of these you find.”

He then moved past him, away from the light spilling through the collapse. After so long without speaking, Eirik was woefully unsure of where Rak’han’s boundaries were set, or if the touch had been only made in friendliness, or even in jest. Eirik had not made many friends among the clanmates his age. He was afraid to ask for intimacy from them, and couldn’t imagine that they would ask it of him, either; surely Rak’han’s brief touch meant nothing. Besides — Eirik knew where the First’s affections laid. They weren’t very discreet about it.

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Rak`han Eroan
 Posted: Mar 18 2018, 01:43 PM
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Rak`han Eroan
24 YEARS OLD
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Mage
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Elf
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APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Blood Mage
Runaway Slave
Craig
he/him - CST


Opinions were voiced as questioning tones carried themselves against Eirik’s tongue. A suspicion the two of them were not meant to find anything on this supposed mission they had been sent on. With that amusement spun itself within the hum that carried itself through Rak`han’s throat, “What do you propose they wished to come of this then?” A brow arched as those honeyed eyes looked upon the distracted archer he now approached. Hands idled as they pulled from the grip they held upon one another before lightly dusting against the tunic which clad the other’s form. “Perhaps their goal was to force those of conflict together. See if we could manage to get along, work things out.”

Such lyrics had meant to be questions though they rolled against Rak`han’s tongue as statements as if it were the truth neither of them had come to know just yet. “And, just to note Eirik, the ancients are not the elves that hold my interest.” An unneeded comment before hands came to dance against the tunic resting upon the other’s lean form. Gentle tugs aligning it against his shoulders so it sat correctly in place as a question lolled from the mage’s lips. The rogue’s attention had quickly gravitated towards the unexpected touch though in retort the First was met with a subtle silence before a stilled tongue suddenly carried a hurried tone.

“I like to dig,” A brief look of surprise fell against Rak`han’s features with the unsuspected line that brought color to the paler male’s cheeks as it became shadowed by the halo above. Touch faltered briefly at that only for fingers to curl against the fabric once more when the archer seemed to regain his lost composure enough to produce an object he had found while rooting around in the dirt. A decorated shard was pulled from within one of the pockets lining his tunic and it drew the mage’s gaze only briefly for there was at least a small gauge of interest to see what the other had found.

However, sights did not linter upon the object as that molten gaze so easily raked itself back towards the eyes that reflected skies within the other’s features. A grin pulled at his lips enough for pointed teeth to be exposed, “Let us hope you find more than a shard next time, yeah?” Moderate jest falling from his tongue even as the other shifted to the left, falling away from the touch imposed upon the hide thrown over his right shoulder. Fingers brushing through the dark fur until it was eventually pulled away in the shifting posture of the archer.

Focus was found, if only briefly, within those bright pools as they found themselves settled against Rak`han. Though the tones that once carried a light now seemed rather flat as the words mumbled across his lips in a declaration the mage should lead the way for he had been sent along for one thing only, protection. Ears tilted back at that in a mix of annoyance as well as a touch of something far lighter than that as a pointed gesture was made towards the wolf statue as a note was added, all credit could remain on the First’s shoulders. It was with that lips pursed and a form turned to watch as the other shifted to move past him.

A huff came to grace Rak`han as his own tones became stiff upon his tongue, “Fine.” Bare feet brushed against the stone as a form came to coil about were Eirik stood now as a bitterness had begun to work into that now knitted expression. Chin tilted up as eyes fixated against the archer’s own, “Though if you are supposed to protect me, which I do not need, would you not think you should be the one to lead? When going towards the unknown danger tends to be in front rather than behind.” There was not much time given to the other for reaction before the First turned and ventured from Eirik’s side. Sliding towards the darkened tunnels and away from the light which fractured from the ceiling.

Darkness brought light to refract from within that gaze which now turned upon the world as they were bathed in the glow known only to the elven race when coated in shadows. There was not a moment they dared to turn back and look upon the other or even ensure he was following as the path was forged on until the room opened up once more. The walls gave way to one another as light was known, not from the ceiling, but from the crystalline rocks that glittered like stars even beneath the paintings that came to coat them. It wasn’t lyrium, it did not sing, though it made itself known upon the dark faces. Their light freckled the images of beasts that roamed Thedas and they drew in the curious eye of one that wished to be distracted.

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Eirik Vadi
 Posted: Apr 8 2018, 03:17 PM
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Eirik Vadi
20 YEARS OLD
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It didn’t seem as though Ra was very impressed with his shard. Eirik, for one, hoped to find more. He wished for some to look at and some to fashion into arrowheads. He was not without some superstition and thought, maybe fancifully, that an arrow tipped with them might be guided by ancient elves — their archers depicted into stone carvings not unlike the wolves. Besides, he was entertained by improvising all sorts of things into the arrows he made. Even bone. Some he simply let rest in his quiver, saving it for some grand occasion.

Eirik slipped it back in a pocket. He had hardly responded to Ra; that they might work things out. He had thought it an unspoken rule that they not refer to it, to the point where they had nearly forgotten what had caused such a rift in the first place. All of their fellow clan-members knew that the two of them simply didn’t get along—though, less so than before, that was true of nearly everyone when it came to the adopted, ear-less elf. Could they work it out? Did Ra’s bringing it up mean that he wanted to? Eirik found himself increasingly distracted over thoughts on whether or not certain clan-members liked him or not; he had begun to crave the closeness, affection, and intimacy he sometimes saw in pairs within the Eroan clan.

He had considered finding it in the human villages clustered nearby. He wasn’t sure if that would be a betrayal, but he was sure it would have been frowned upon. Not to mention dangerous. A human might attack him on sight.

Eirik followed along, glancing at the fresco as he did. Ra looked back over his shoulder at him, Eirik lifting his head in attention. He wasn’t sure if Ra’s complaint was legitimate or meant to be teasing. “I bet there’s only a few spiders. Those get you from behind, you know. Or they’ll drop right on top your head.”

Ra had stopped. Eirik looked up at the paintings, tilting his head. They were as if lizard-men, two-legged reptiles walking in some bizarre formation. “Glad these aren’t around anymore.” He blinked. “Or are they?” It seemed phrased as an earnest question, until he grinned widely. “Perhaps this cave is just full of them, and they burst from the ground. Like darkspawn!”

He laughed, oddly excited by the prospect. Eirik sidled up next to him as the First considered the paintings, watching the side of his aquiline face. “Do you want to ask the spirits about it? I will lie beside you.”

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