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[rebrandedwarlock]

 

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65 / Cis Male / Any / Jack of Diamonds  

   

     

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My Self-Summary

First Druid and (now former) Chancellor of the Springtide Clan. My rank seems to be a joke upon my Jack-of-all-Trades nature. If you have a skill you're interested in, it is likely I have dabbled in it, if not mastered it. And if not, I can always learn. Don't let my age deceive you, I'm still a quick study. Interested in playing the game, but in no rush. I've not fallen through worlds before, I plan to enjoy my time before Myddvai calls me back.

    My Future Plans

Why, it's no fun to share those, is it?

    My Talents

Reading, writing, painting, string instruments, hunting, tracking, trapping, fielding game, butchery, cooking, swordplay, archery, navigation, battle tactics, economics, mathematics, bookkeeping, lawmaking, diplomacy, leadership, teaching, academic study, alchemy, experimentation, fitness, medical expertise.

Various magical disciplines. I specialize in studies and of the soul.

  My Ideal Partner

Why, my wife, but she's unfortunately no longer with us.

   

Height 6'-2" (~188cm)   Body Type Lean, Fit   Smokes Yes   Drinks Yes   Drugs Yes   Sign Savory     Education Highest Achievable     Occupation Chancellor     Income ???     Children No.     Pets No.     Hobbies Journalling.

             

   

 

 

 

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    01. WINE OR BEER

WINE/BEER

    .02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

CLOWNS/MIMES

    .03 SHOWER OR BATH

SHOWER/BATH

    .04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES/NINJAS

    .05 TITS OR ASS

TITS/ASS

    .06 COFFEE OR TEA

COFFEE/TEA

    .07 SPICY OR SWEET

SPICY/SWEET

    .08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER/WINTER

      .09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER/LACE

    10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX/GENTLE SEX

         

   

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Source: The Great Lodge, God of War Ragnarok

Sherwood's Suite is located on the Ace & Jack level floor. He has no door, having removed it entirely. His room is always open to visitors, regardless of his being around or not. The space is mostly a large, single space with all his amenities. The only separated out room is his private bathroom, which he keeps locked.

Of note, he has a wood burning hearth with various, rudimentary cooking supplies. There are multiple, large desks with various scrolls, journals, and books strewn about. Bookshelves and storage cabinets line many of the walls. Painted artwork, tapestries, and drawings are also haphazardly about the space. He has a low, wide, and plush bed cot tucked in a far back corner. It had a curtain which can be pulled around to give some privacy, but he won't be found sleeping in it.

Comments

action; neighborly nonsense

[bleakdecember]

[Okay. Akechi was jut bringing some supplies to stock in his kitchen (mostly drinks and snacks; he doesn't cook. He's going to make other people cook for him) when he walks by Sherwood's suite. Good god, he really did remove the door. And worse, it smells like viscera.

He steps in without any hesitation, still holding a bag of groceries. He looks around at what he can only describe as a lodge out of a fantasy game. He looks for Sherwood.]

What the fuck are you doing.

cw: animal butchering

[rebrandedwarlock]

[They're fresh rabbits from the Vale! Only just drained of their souls and now being fielded upon the butcher's block closest to his hearth. He'd taken some scalpels from his time as a doctor in the medical ward and was putting them to good use, handily skinning the rabbits with a skilled practice.

He looks up with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the problem could be,]

My dear neighbor! How good to have you stop by. Would you like to join me for a stew?

[bleakdecember]

[He stops and stares. It churns his stomach, slightly, mostly because he's not been exposed to much butchering for food. It would've done him some good to have a more productive outlet for some of his... issues, but.]

...Stew? You're-- why didn't you just buy meat? [He wants to be offended, but he's too baffled.] Isn't rabbit stew for peasants?

[rebrandedwarlock]

Why, I heard tell the meat for purchase was not fresh. The rabbits, however, were alive when I bought them.

[Supposedly to be pets, but that's not what rabbits are for to Sherwood. They simply have too many useful components to him, meat being one.]

Rabbit stew is a hearty dish fit for any to indulge! Well, aside from the Garden Elves. They do so dislike the shared resemblance. I haven't seen any of that ilk about, yet.

[A good thing, too, most would attack Sherwood on sight.]

[bleakdecember]

What? Who told you that. [Why was Sherwood so eager to fall for it, too?] Some meals are spiked with aphrodisiacs, but only prepared dishes.

[He tsks though, having hoped the dig would slow Sherwood. Instead he just talks about... Elves? Akechi rubs his head, debating whether he should just walk out the door.]

You're making me regret living on this floor.

[rebrandedwarlock]

Is that what they meant by not fresh? I presumed the meat was reanimated.

[Said, just, so casually a thing that would be possible-]

Still, given the effects of my suit, I will be avoiding what may be tampered with. [Diamond... he had promptly looked into what that could mean and saw how they were of the body. No thanks. And rather insulting? When another was of the soul. To deny Sherwood that is infuriating.]

Why, I'll cause you no trouble, your room is well insulated. Aside from the bath, of course, you are prone to sudden pests in there.

[A wink! He's being playful, all in good fun. He sets the skin of one of the rabbits, laid out to tan. No waste. Every part of the creature has a purpose and use.]

action at some point!

[conspecifics]

( hardly a day passes before kirma comes sniffing by— quite literally. without a door, the scents of sherwood's room spill out into the halls, a diffused trail of smoke and warmth. even without a prior invitation, the novelty of an actual fire would've drawn his interest as he passed by; how nice, then, that his presence will be somewhat expected.

of course, this is assuming the host of the room is home to receive him. as a show of politeness, he raps his knuckles on the doorframe as he enters, nails clicking softly against the floor. anybody home... hewwo...

despite the clear, open invitation, he hovers near the entrance, waiting for any sort of affirmative— or an extended lack thereof— to go in any further. )

[rebrandedwarlock]

[The smell is truly very good in Sherwood's room. There's the thick scent of natural wood from the cabin-like construction, the smoky burn of the fireplace smoldering, and then what is over that fire. Nero helped him in putting together a fresh rabbit stew and it is simmering, the smell of fresh herbs, spices, vegetables, and (yes, don't worry about) meat. Then, there is Sherwood himself bending over to lift a kettle off the fire, turning when he hears the rap at the doorframe.]

My, come right in! I have some tea on, if you would like any.

[Another smell to add to the overall welcoming atmosphere, stringent Earl Grey, adding a refreshing, crisp oil to it all.]

[conspecifics]

( well, say no more. though he does a quick dip of his head before entering properly, a halfhearted attempt at a polite bow, his interest in decorum is far exceeded by his interest in the kitchen. the appropriate term might be beeline; he hardly spares a glance for sherwood himself, at first, too preoccupied with peering into the pot, ears forward and focused. the meat is an easily identified one, at least. )

So you did catch some.

( which means his advice was helpful, right… regardless of how true that actually is, it makes his tail wag, briefly. pleased with himself, perhaps.

it’s here that he finally turns to study his host, eyes briefly traveling up the lines of his antlers and then back down; he then turns his attention to the kettle. the scent of bergamot is a new one, the fragrance making his head tilt. )

Tea is fine— ( not particularly what he’s most interested in, by a long shot— ) I didn’t know you could change the rooms to this degree.

[rebrandedwarlock]

And they are delicious! Very well fed, the meat is tender and robust. Ideal for a hearty stew.

[Sherwood did not "catch" them so much as buy them with his Jack level funding... the proprietors should have probably questioned that he wanted two pet rabbits so quickly after arriving. That's their mistake, if they didn't want the creatures used for food and parts.

He pours two cups of tea half way, before doing a curious gesture of tipping some parts of each back and forth between them, then filling them back full. There's no word of explanation for this, just a pushing over of a cup to his guest once done.]

Change? Why, I arrived with it as it is. Well, aside from having a door. [which is clearly been hacked apart into firewood, he does wonder if he'll have a steady supply of replacements, if the hotel wishes to keep trying to keep Sherwood's room walled off against his wishes. He's hoping the next will be a nice cedar,]

The décor and technology of this place are admittedly very unfamiliar to me. This is more what I am used to back home. I believe they saw fit to welcome me with a similar style to what I am accustomed to.

[conspecifics]

( tea rituals are at least not the most unusual thing he’s encountered; though this particular gesture is foreign to him, he accepts the cup without complaint or even so much as a second thought. his only concession in turn is to take it in both hands, in a proper, polite form instead of his lazy usual. )

Arriving with it like this… ( the imperfect repetition comes as he considers this as a possibility, his ears turning outwards. ) I’m only a few floors below, but my room looks the same as the rest of the place.

( what this is, then, is a realization; the vaunted life of a royal seems to truly be on another level, if that’s the case. it’s— unfair, of course. that’s the whole point. kirma hates to admit it, but for the first time since arrival, he’s giving some sincere thought into trying to elevate his status. there are only two ranks between the two of them, yet the treatment is leagues apart. and if he went even higher—

he takes a sip of the tea, then, and his face immediately scrunches up. the citrusy tones are subtle, but enough to be offputting, at least by his standards. despite the reaction, he doesn’t set the cup down; he does adjust to keep it in a one-handed grip, though. )

[rebrandedwarlock]

How interesting! I will need to explore this place much, much further. The disparity between the ranks has been told to me to be quite dramatic. I should like to see for myself, though. Words shape understanding, but experience truly creates it.

[He sips his tea in turn, enjoying the flavor himself. The light face that Kirma makes does perk a grey eyebrow on Sherwood, though.]

Not to your liking? You can set it aside if so, no need to suffer for politeness sake. Tea making is a soulful activity and I'm afraid mine tends to spoil the subtler notes of a brew, given the savory taste I have.

Action

[perfectdistance]

[ He has eventually figured out his way up to Sherwood's room. There's only the one room with absolutely no door, and this seems about right.

Nero's walking in. ]

Hey, you in?

cw: animal butchering

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sherwood is by his roaring hearth, standing at a work table. There's cut meat from the rabbits laid out neatly, the unnecessary parts for cooking side aside. He wouldn't be letting anything go to waste, every piece of an animal carcass having some purpose and use. He'd very meticulously separated the skeletons and set them into their own pot to boil a bone broth down from, as well as clean off the remaining viscera. The skins are hung out to tan.

He softly waves a bloody glove Nero's way. He hadn't quite cleaned that up for himself yet...]

Sir! Welcome, welcome. I should have everything you need here for a fine stew.

[perfectdistance]

[ This feels like a real throw back. He hasn't done all of this meat preparation himself since he was living in the north as a bandit. They had to use all those parts for survival back then. ]

"Nero" is fine. I got the usual stuff for stew.

[Potatoes, carrots, assorted hard vegetables that hold up nicely in soup, a nice stock, and a bunch of different spices that work well.]

... Usual for me, I guess?

[With all these different places, what even is a normal stew base?]

[rebrandedwarlock]

Nero, then. I am Sherwood, it is a pleasure to meet you in person, [he would offer a handshake if his gloves were not still sticky with blood. Sherwood moves away from the butcher block table he has the ingredients laid out on so Nero can have space to work. There's a farmhouse style sink not far off that Sherwood only has a brief moment of confusion using. Plumbing isn't exactly common on Myddvai, but he's learning quick how more modern ammenities function.

He washes his gloves still on his hands, not willing to take them off,]

Make what you like, I would be honored to give it a try. [it won't be too different from what Sherwood is used to, but even if it was, he's open to novel experiences. Has to be or this place might overwhelm him with a sheer onslaught of them!]

[perfectdistance]

[ There's some plumbing and some kinds of powered items at home, but the batteries that they take are wizards, so he has to wonder what's powering this place.]

Same to you.

[ That's just what people say. He checks on the fireplace, and the pot there, pulls out the vegetables and starts washing them off before beginning to chop them up. ]

It's a stew with some herbs, spices and vegetables for flavor. You've already got the meat prepped.

[rebrandedwarlock]

That will be a fine dish, then. I'll get out of your way and let a man cook.

[Sherwood jokes lightly before shaking out his wet, if cleaned up, gloves and moving away from Nero so he can use the sink. The counter space is all his, Sherwood moving around to the other side to lean forward and watch Nero do his craft.]

Now, I must ask. As a rank two, what are you accommodations like? I heard the lowest ranks have quite the meager lifestyle offerings, but nobody is going hungry. Is that the truth?

For @ratratrat

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Continued from over here]

[Sherwood peels his shoes off and crawls upon the mattress. Resting on his knees, his antlers tickle at the enclosed ceiling. The bend of them sends a brief shiver down his spine. Sensitive things, in many ways, those branches. Charlie joins him and makes his order, getting a wider eyed look from Sherwood than his usual, casual command.

Eyes that speak to a calculating curiosity. He seems to run to numbers on that, or rather, run his desires by himself. Is that how it's going to be? Taking commands in his own bed?

Impulse wins out. He shrugs his shirt off with a dutiful obedience. Been a while since he accepted another man's lead. He's rather thrilled at the prospect,]

Why, I encourage you. Be so bold. Greedy partners have always suited me.

[Because greed is very easy to manipulate with giving and Sherwood is very giving when need be. He sets his shirt aside neatly and his body is in fine shape for his age. Clearly, a man who was once exceptionally fit. His physique has diminished to more lean than muscular, but druid magic meant he was largely unmarred from scars and age.]

[ratratrat]

[For a room designed specifically with Sherwood in mind, it has a bit of a low ceiling. Charlie wonders if the older man anticipated doing more kneeling and laying in his bed than the display he's putting on now - then, the question. Why is he being so indulged?

Not that he'll question it out loud, Charlie enjoys the control.

His eyes trail over the horns jutting from Sherwood's head - he saw that shiver.]

Heh, then I think we'll have a good time... [The promise of being indulged, rather than the man's body, entice Charlie's words to take on an airier tone. He reaches forward, splaying fingertips over his partner's neck. They trail downwards over chest, curling away just before his navel.]

Leave your pants on and touch yourself. Get yourself worked up. [He delivers the orders firmly, confident and eager all at once.]

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sherwood rolls his neck and shoulders as Charlie's hand falls over him, smiling at the touch. A smile that falls away into a purse of lips at his denial of further attention, diverting it to Sherwood self pleasuring. Interesting, not bad in the slightest, throws him just a bit off kilter.

Which he likes. Sex could be tedious if done too ordered. Sherwood admired those of a more chaotic spirit, especially in pleasure.

Still, he's not exactly obedient. Sherwood follows the instruction at first, reaching to his own cock and palming himself, making a show of it. Then, he's reaching for Charlie in turn, wishing to feel him up at the same time, teasing back,]

Now, now, is that how you like it? Your partner wound up while you're left out? [Sherwood wants to entice him, close that distance, not give him all the power.]

[ratratrat]

[As Sherwood's hand travels downwards, Charlie's lips part. Mouth open just enough for his tongue to be visible as it runs along his teeth - a tell of his satisfaction. He watches the way fingers spread and how the weight of the man's cock shifts under them.

It's a good show - too soon interrupted.

His back straightens when he's touched, not in discomfort but a simple physical reaction to the sudden burst of sensation. His hips twitch, more interested in the hand on them than Charlie notices.] What, is this part of you tryin'a spoil me?

[Curled, Charlie's knuckles caress down Sherwood's arm until they brush the side of his hand. There, he shifts to lace fingers with the man, cutting off the contact.] I was thinkin' your show could get me goin', but if you're lonely...

[Charlie reciprocates the attempt to close the distance, stretching his neck upwards to speak as closely to the man's ear as he can.]

Then tell me exactly what you want to do to me. [Charlie is keen to power shifts, and he has no intention of making its erosion easy. He was told to be bold and greedy, after all.]

1/2

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Ah, finger lacing.

Sherwood makes a face, a cutely taken a back expression. He has a whole thing about his stupid hands and his stupid gloves. A fussiness that seems to pass by and go unrealized. He gives a tentative squeeze of his fingers along Charlie's before pressing their palms fully together.

He decides it's fine.

He'll allow it.

(Being worked up is why. Sherwood will throw out just about any principle he holds if horny enough.)]

2/2

[rebrandedwarlock]

[He steadies his expression, smothering that vulnerable look to one of better focus. The power play between them is engaging, he wants to keep pushing and pulling. His push is literal, pinning Charlie's hand in his down into the mattress and crawling over his lap to straddle him. Sherwood keeps his hips off Charlie's lap, still caressing himself in his free hand, as directed.

He wants for plenty and shamefully so, something of a prude with sex until the moment it comes to having sex. Then, he's got just about no impulse control. He tips his head to Charlie's ear to whisper back, blunt in tone rather than his usual coyness,]

I want to ride your stiff cock until I'm fully satisfied.

HEH ADORABLE

[ratratrat]

[With his lips to Sherwood's ear, Charlie is too close to see his harried expression. But he doesn't need to. Tentativeness is so far from what he's come to expect from this man that its stark contrast is immediately obvious. Charlie's grip shifts, curious, but only for a moment before the man firmly entwines them.

Something for later.

Now, Charlie acquiesces to being pushed onto his back, his arm twisting to comfortably maintain their grip on one another.

His eyes dart, for a moment, from his horns to the ceiling. Will this guy get too enthusiastic and scuff himself on it? Charlie can't make out any current scratches in the wood, and with heat from the man's voice on his neck, the curiosity fades with a shudder.

His jaw keens into Sherwoods, nuzzling the crown of his head.]

That sounds a lot like me, indulgin' you. [The words are a protest, but he's clearly amused. More so than his voice in how his free hand loops a thumb beneath the hem of his pants to pull them down his leg.]

You want to ride me, you gotta give me a hand. [A double meaning, as he stops trying to disrobe himself. He'll rely on Sherwood for the rest of that.] And-

Let me kiss your fingers.