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4E 108, Elsweyr

It’s been ten years today. Maarzi probably doesn’t remember the exact day, but I remembered the shift in seasons from the fading spring to the scorching summer when I passed into Elsweyr for the first time, how hard it was to keep hydrated in what felt like a place doing all it could to cook me alive. Ten years I’ve been traveling with her, ten years of contracts and meeting her friends, family, all the good and bad times we shared… It’s incredible when I think back to then, when I had been convinced that the world was my enemy. I’m not sure how I survived living then, so full of mistrust and paranoia. It’s been hard, yes, but hasn’t that how it’s always been?

Of course it still hurts, knowing that I can’t share with her the same as she’s shared with me. My family is either dead or in places too dangerous for outsiders, and my only friends left still breathing are the ones sitting right across from the table from me. She’s all that’s good in this world, through the pain and the struggle she smiles, all fire and fight. Maybe that’s why I felt drawn to her even during that dark time since Jeer rejoined the Hist, left me behind.

Yet even with all that good… I can’t help but think that it can’t last forever. I haven’t aged a day in the last decade, nor will I ever. It hurts to know that, someday, she’ll fade from this world same as everyone else, and I’ll be left alone again. I don’t like to think about it, but I have to face reality and know that it will happen, when, I don’t know. I’m afraid of that day coming too soon, but even thirty, forty years from now is too soon. Because once she’s gone, and if I haven’t gotten the cure by then, I can’t follow. I’m not even sure even with the cure if I could follow, where she’d go. I don’t want to lo

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The Dusty Cauldron – Dust/J’hasi

askdusty:

Doht seemed to quite enjoy the Khajiit’s attention, making a low, satisfied growl while slowly rocking his head back and forth against J’hasi’s knuckles. Dust, too, relaxed.

“Thank you.” Her eyes drifted briefly shut before she composed herself, moving to the hearth with the little satchel she’d fetched, readying the tea. “Thank you, dear. It’s true that at the college one might see similar things, but out here – well, it isn’t particularly welcome.” A weary smile over her shoulder before she left the kettle to boil, frowning at J’hasi’s plate.

“Did he eat some of what I gave you? Doht, you know better.” She scolded the hound, who somberly bowed his head. An affectionate sigh and she addressed J’hasi again. “I can get you something else if you like, while the kettle boils.” Without waiting for an answer she moved back to her kitchen, rummaging through to find more leftovers.

“So, you’re a student at the college?” There was still a little twang of guilt and loss at the memory of Winterhold, but it was becoming weaker over time. “I used to teach there.”

The Khajiit’s ears pricked, having forgotten that the food on the table was for him, patting Doht’s neck before finding a piece that hadn’t been slobbered on and tearing it off, sniffing briefly before eating it. His ears and tail pricked at Dust’s mention of the College, stroking a thumb over the hound’s brow as he licked his lips.

“Yeah, I started not too long ago, actually.” And made very little progress during his time there, but maybe after getting help with his sleep it would improve. And maybe the Thalmor would leave and never come back. J’hasi’s thumb brushed between Doht’s eyes, rubbing over the bridge of his nose.

“What did you teach, if I can ask?” he questioned, tail curling in curiosity.

First Impressions – Koussikka/J’hasi

koussikka:

”Well, it all depends on how serious the injury is and how skilled the healer is.” Walking to the magicka well in the middle of the room Koussikka leans against it’s rim to examine his hand in it’s blue light. Carefully turning over his wrist he feels the now-mended thumb bone with his fingers, applying pressure and flexing said finger in rotating motion.

”For someone as experienced as sera Marence a simple sprain and a fracture won’t be much of a challenge to work with. But, in my experience, no matter how great a healer’s skill in their craft is, it’s often wise to be careful of the healed injury for a few days since it’s kind of vulnerable for a re-injury.” Holding out his hand for J’hasi to see he wiggles his fingers.

”At least I’m fairly sure there was a fracture. I mean, with my level restoration skills you can’t mend bones but I’m pretty sure I can figure out if they are fractured or broken.”

Pausing to think over what he just said the dunmer laughs. ”Eh, though even an idiot can probably tell without magic if they have a broken bone or not.”

J’hasi smiled, eyes focused on the mer’s hand, noting that while it was still a little swollen, it otherwise appeared just fine. He refrained from touching it at least, unsure if it would still be sore or not.

“My best friend was in another category. Smart in their own right, but assessing injury wasn’t their strong suit.” The idea of re-injury he was familiar with mundane healing, especially when he exerted himself too much too soon after being patched up, only a few occasions with broken bones, but with bones he’d assumed it was because he hadn’t healed entirely yet. But if magical healing also left that possibility, it had to be something else then. When his curiosity was sated, the Khajiit’s eyes flicked back up, tail curling behind him.

“So is it just like…making your body heal faster, or are you fixing it yourself? I know I get tired after I’m fixed up with magic, but I’m not sure if that’s because of magic because when I get patched up with like…bandages and stuff I get tired too. Well, with like…really bad injuries, but…” J’hasi frowned, gaze lowered and brows furrowed in thought for a few moments as he thought over his own question.

“…but I get tired even if I don’t get patched up…” he muttered to himself, as if still mulling it over.

The Red Year – Giovanni/J’hasi

thatimperialbastard:

Giovanni’s attention was brought to Ra’Tesh, keeping eye contact with the barkeep while his one hand dug into the khajiits throat. ‘He doesn’t want to fight’ the Imperials lips stretched heinously as he dragged his victim up the stairs and towards the exit.

<”Like Oblivion y’do!”> The intoxicated man spat as he swung his leg into the cats stomach. If the townsfolk of Mournhold weren’t alerted by the sounding boom from the doors of the Winged Guar, it would’ve been the black furry blur flying through them and collapsing onto the dusted teal tiles of the bars entrance- immediately followed by a livid Imperial.

Giovanni didn’t even give the khajiit a chance to get up, slamming his netch leather boot into the poor things chest. Either he didn’t give a skeevers ass about what trouble he was about to get into, or the alcohol did a number on his judgement as he yanked the bow from his back, arrow already pulled back.

<“Ya give me one good reason not t’ send this arrow between them green eyes of yers, Nerevar!”> He bellowed, <”You did this! Everythin’ is gone-”> The Imperial’s unquenched fury echoed though out the eastern side of Godreach.

<“BECAUSE OF YOU.”>

The hand at his throat prompted panic, teeth bared as the Khajiit was suddenly dragged up the stairs, fingers just missing the string of his bow as they passed it, not that it would do him much good had he hooked his claws on it. When he was kicked outside, it took all of his willpower to keep somewhat calm, even as he felt the wolf rouse at his pain and growing panic, trying to stifle it behind his ribs before things could get messy.

The kick left J’hasi’s stomach burning, airless, his ribs zinging when he rolled to absorb the shock of the landing. He yelped out in pain when the Imperial planted their foot on his chest, sending sharp bolts of pain over his partially-healed ribs. He squirmed, ears flicking back and pupils slimming when he saw them pull out their bow to aim at him. The Khajiit bared his teeth, short pants of breath all he could manage through the pain.

“<I-I didn’…>” he gasped, hissing as the pain of pressure on his ribs, squirming in an attempt to get free while his claws dug into the leather to try and pull it away from his ribs. Panic was singing high in his chest, not wanting to accidentally shift, especially now since there were a few people starting to gather at the noise. He heard someone call for a guard as he focused his eyes on the vampire’s.

“<Y-you don’t want to do this, n-not here and not now.>” J’hasi wheezed. He didn’t know if the Imperial could smell what he was now, but they had to know the situation they could create if they tried to pick a fight.

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3. 

Has their magic ever hurt anyone by mistake?

Not seriously, no. Yet. When he was little he accidentally burned Shadows once when he tried showing him he could make fire in his hands, and once or twice Jeer got nipped by fire when J’hasi had a fit over something, but nothing that required more than a little cool water. Hurting himself is a different story, but that’s because he tries to make sure that the spells work on himself first before attempting to cast them on anyone else. It’s not often he gets stuff to work on himself.

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5. 

What is their favourite spell?

One of the only spells he actually got any good at casting (and after getting used to it, of course) was levitation. It was only after he and Shadows had to climb up and down the ‘hallway’ that led up the tower in Tel Fyr a few times (because Shadows didn’t trust that ‘skooma-sucking addict’ that gave J’hasi levitation potions to use), and then learning that he had to talk to a lot of Telvanni…who also had the same architecture to their buildings…who may send them on more errands for their votes…

Shadows stuck with climbing up and down the shafts, but J’hasi put time and energy into learning levitation, and once he got over the weirdness of what seemed to be walking on solid air, he liked to use it for situations other than the wizards’ protest against stairs. Like getting up higher in trees. Or a window. Or on top of a building where you can’t hear your brother yelling at you to get down here so I can yell at you for using magic again.

:3

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8. 

How does your mage get along with other mages?

Depends on the mage, sometimes the circumstances. It’s more or less like getting along with anyone else, really. If they’re a dick, he’s generally not going to like them, if they’re friendly, he’ll usually like them. Too friendly and he’s looking for the door.

Mages that make nuisances of themselves (like the ones setting up shop in caves and crypts and the like and letting undead creations or magical experiments run rampant) are pretty much akin to bandits if they’re the sort that kidnaps or captures travelers for furthering whatever research they’re working on. Usually the only time he meets these sorts of mages is on contract, so you can imagine how well that goes.

He’s alright with necromancers assuming the first time he meets them they aren’t surrounded by walking corpses, but then again any interaction surrounded by an undead audience is going to be a wee bit uncomfortable.

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What if J’hasi never met Maarzi?

For one thing, he wouldn’t be interacting with other muses as much. He’d be even more tired, mistrustful, guarded, and lonely than he is now. He wouldn’t’ve seen or appreciated nearly as much of Elsweyr as he did (even though he hates the north with all of its sand and other assorted bullshit). He’d be even more distant, aloof, and he wouldn’t seem to have nearly as much sense of humor. His interactions with people would be: check for work, ask for directions, ok bye. His depression and suicidal ideations would be a lot worse too.

So overall, not fun to be around, not really fun to play either :c

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What if J’hasi managed to get cured before turning into a werewolf?

For one thing, he would’ve been with Shadows helping out the Skaal, and there’s a very good chance he might’ve died fighting Hircine at the end of the Bloodmoon Prophecies. After that, he would’ve hung around Solstheim for a bit, gotten bored, goes back to Vvardenfell for a little while and either stays and works on cleaning up Red Mountain (because there’s lots of Blight-ridden creatures and ash up there and he’s basically a furry Roomba that has to take care of it thanks Dagoth Ur :/) or he starts making gold to get back home to Black Marsh (finally).

More than likely Shadows would’ve picked fights with him, trying to get him to come back to Cyrodiil and join up with the Dark Brotherhood (because obviously what Shadows wants is the only thing that matters :/) and it probably would’ve escalated until they either get into a physical fight that may end up with one of them getting killed, or J’hasi sneaks off again and Shadows tracks him down wherever he goes until either J’hasi makes it back to his tribe, or Shadows catches up and they fight and one of them dies.

So, in a way, J’hasi turning into a werewolf is…sort of a good thing. Ish. Not so great for the people he accidentally kills, though.

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What if J’hasi wasn’t the Nerevarine?

This could go one of two ways: either he still gets captured by slavers, and ends up along the same storyline except he’s in and out of prison and maybe joins the Thieves’ Guild so he can make enough money to get back home to Black Marsh, OR he stays with his tribe, gets sent out when he’s of age to learn of the outside world, realizes it sucks but travels more and learning as much as he can. At least until Jeer’s suddenly like ‘hey mate, we have to go back home’ when the Hist starts calling all of the Argonians back to Black Marsh in preparation for the Oblivion Crisis that’s about to happen. Of which J’hasi Marsh-Eyes helps his tribemembers close the gates and maybe survives and then he’d probably tell Sees all he learned out in the outside world and then either goes back out there, or stays put and lives out his days in the tribe. Whether or not he joins with the Hist is something up for debate.

Either way, his story gets a lot shorter.

(NSFW Meme) M A G I C

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Smooches on the neck/throat area and down gets J’hasi really flustered. The one time that it happened he quickly stopped it.

Maarzi has a thing for teasing and banter with lots of foreplay and smooches. Prefers ladies and really likes temperature/Restoration play (skilled mages are A++++ for this). Emotional intimacy plays a big part too, and she’s a bit of a romantic when it comes to certain partners.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Maarzi is super happy and cuddly, and almost seems like she’s drunk or sleepy. Lots of smooches usually occur, and she’ll cuddle with her partner to steal all available heat from their body. Partners that aren’t really into that sort of thing get a little bit of cuddling after, then she’ll just chill next to them and maybe nap or chitchat a little.

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G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

J’hasi’s answered here!

Maarzi is very playful, following the motto of ‘if you can’t laugh with your partner while doin’ it, it’s probably gonna suck’. Sex is supposed to be fun, and if you’re serious the whole time it gets pretty boring in her opinion. Whether she’s cracking jokes, poking or prodding or tickling her bedmate, or even whispering bad puns into their ear at just the right wrong moment, anyone with a good sense of humor is going to be laughing along with her. Usually her way of initiating has to do with some sort of humorous act or a joke that steps over the boundary from teasing to sexytimes.

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I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

J’hasi’s answered here!

If her partner’s a one-night-stand, then it depends on what they want out of it. If they’re into intimacy, she’ll do it, otherwise she’ll hold off on it. With those she’s close with she’s intimate in a lot of things she does with them, not always necessarily sex (least if that’s part of their relationship). Cuddles, smooches, even helping with grooming is something she frequently does with those she’s close with as per their comfort levels and relationship. When she hooks up with Riheh, she is the definition of lovesick romantic, and Riheh can’t really find it in herself to complain.

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C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Maarzi is not a fan in the least. It’s gross and tastes awful and she doesn’t want that shit on her or in her. She’ll do oral/penetrative acts so long as her partner agrees to pull out, and if it gets on her skin it’s…okay-ish, but not anywhere near her face.

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