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flickityfics · 4 years ago

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Chapter 12: Going Out

Zuko and Iroh are having a conversation over Miyuki's wellbeing. Either one not wanting to put pressure on her opening up about what's happened. It's been two weeks since she's been hold up in their tea shop, she spends most of her time in zuko's room occasionally coming out and helping in the kitchens or with customers. Sokka's moved around more often in the past three days, talking and serving some of the patrons that regularly came in.

"I've got the rest of her clothes and paid for her room at the inn, I'm not sure if she'd like to go back but just in case." Zuko shrugged at his uncle with a bag of clothes in his hand. Neither of them we're going to force her out but if she felt like going back they wouldn't stop her either.

Iroh agreed with his nephew, "That's fine, I won't pressure the child to make any decisions right now. We must wait until she is ready and comfortable with what she decides next. The poor girl has been through something quite traumatic and I wish I could take that experience away." Iroh was solemn discussing Miyuki's well-being. "Have you found the rest of the groups trafficking ring?"

"Yes, and there's at least five different rings, they all work together." His nephew informed.

"No doubt all higher-ups. We'll have to do this meticulously or send a message but sending a message might just put them into hiding, it wouldn't stop us but it would take much longer. I'll talk to some people for help and see if we can get them all in one go. We'll talk more about this after I ask around, go and tend to Miyuki." Iroh left Zuko to go up the stairs as he went to open up the shop.

Sokka felt much better staying with Zuko and his uncle. He's been helping in the kitchen, with customers or getting deliveries with Zuko. It kept his mind occupied. At least once everyday he relives what happened to him in that alley, he can't forget their touches, smells, voices, his fear, his weakness and shame. The daily routine with the other two men has helped his mindset a lot, he likes that Iroh taught him how to tend to his mini garden and Zuko teaching him meditations, still his least favorite thing to do but having Zuko bothering him everyday on repeat for it helps. They don't have him stay stuck in his head or hiding in zuko's room often but when his bad days happen they also leave him in peace. Sokka loves the fact that the two can read him so well. He hasn't felt comfortable going outside just yet so he's thankful they haven't pressured him about it. He knows he's lost his job already but he doesn't care at this point. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears footsteps and a knock followed by Zuko slowly cracking the door open.

"Can I come in?" He hears Zuko's rough voice and answers with a grunt that Zuko interprets as a go ahead.

"Hey, I've brought the rest of your clothes. Also paid for your room at the inn if you ever decide to go back, not that you have to of course." Zuko said nervously, not sure if he overstepped bounds or seeming like he's forced her to make a decision.

"Thanks for that, I appreciate it really." And he was really, they didn't have to but they did and he's completely changed his mind about them, they we're good people if maybe misguided at times. "Is uncle opening up now? I'll get dressed and help." He took the bag from Zuko's hand and started sorting through the few clothes he had. He already had some clothes in a small chest of drawers near the corner of the room next to Zuko's own. Zuko left him to change privately no doubt already going to help his uncle. After getting dressed and a quick wash to his face did he made the trek downstairs ready to put on a smile and greet everyone.

Making it to the kitchen, he went straight to Iroh to ask about his duties. "Old man, what can I do today?"

Iroh turned from his nephew to the young miss to explain their tasks for the morning. "I'll have you take orders from the customers as Zuko serves them and you'll be having separate breaks today. Oh and Miyuki you've officially got a uniform, it's not here yet but the order I've made should come in soon." He expressed happily.

Sokka couldn't believe it, he felt like crying then and there. Feeling such care and warmth from people other than his family and friends was unbelievable. It made him miss his own little family.

"Thank you, I can't wait til it comes in but I better not look as dorky in it as Lee does." He joked, from the grin he got back he was sure Iroh was glad that he managed that joke. He's noticed himself, the sad looks he's gotten from the two ever since his attack. He shook off the sadness before it could take over and grabbed a notepad and pencil walking to the nearest table to start his orders.

Things were getting busy as time went by and Sokka loved it, the noise and smells of the shop was a great distraction. He loved talking to the people coming in, his favorites were the old ladies and young women gossiping, he'd sometimes join them at the table to hear all the juicy details, he gets scolded often by Zuko but Iroh would just laugh it off and let him have his fun. The customers themselves loved it. Sokka would talk to the older men about fishing techniques, he'd show tricks to the young kids that parents liked and approved of and he'd get the latest news from teen girls. It was his favorite pastime to rub in Zuko's face how much the customers loved him more. The activity throughout the day was good for him, some days he couldn't bare it but the times when he could enjoy the day was always welcomed.

When his lunch break came around he took advantage of Zuko going on a supply run as he himself went upstairs to get his journal. He spent the time on theories and more research. He wished he had his other journals, he liked keeping things organized, each having its own subject and color coded notes but he'll just have to make do and organize later. He jotted everything down, about his incident, his new daily routines and how his mindset had changed about the two fire benders. He kept his journal hidden in his pouch and knew Zuko respected his privacy to never look through it. Sokka spent most of his time in Zuko's room and wrote how they spent a lot of time together, how they opened up more to each other when they both felt they could.

Taking advantage of his alone time also had him write his letters to the gaang and Suki, he just hasn't been able to send them out yet still afraid of going out and also risking the chance of Zuko noticing them so he just left them in his pouch to send later. He doesn't mention what's happened to him to either party, just briefly informs them about his days and mentioning how he's made a friend, who he gets along with really well as well as their uncle. He's not fibbing perse, he'll come clean about everything when he feels the time is right. He finished up his entry, wiping the crumbs from his lunch off the journal placing it back in his pouch underneath a pile of clothes.

Sokka went back downstairs noticing less customers coming in, usually they have people in and out after lunch.

He goes up to Iroh to question him.

"Is it a slow day Iroh?" He asked curiously.

"No, everyone's getting ready to watch the play that's in town, it's their last day in town." The elder explains, "we'll be closing shop early so you can just start cleaning up and have a nice half day off." Iroh suggested as he cleaned up the kitchens.

"Okay, I'll clean the front then head for a bath afterwards." After he finished wiping everything down, sweeping and moping did he go back upstairs to the washroom.

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Zuko came back with deliveries in his hands noticing just his uncle eating at a table. He assumed Miyuki was upstairs then.

"You already made dinner?" He asked his uncle as he started putting items away since it was still bit early.

"Yes, I thought it would take longer since it's a dish I've never made before. You can have some and let Miyuki know if she'd like any after she gets out the washroom." He said.

Zuko took the offer to eat first and let Miyuki know later. After they ate he agreed to play pai sho with his uncle. It'd been awhile playing since Miyuki hadn't come down yet, he figured he'd check on her after another loss to his uncle. He got upstairs walking towards the washroom, knocking at the door waiting for a response. Nothing came so he listened quietly until he heard sobbing. He quickly opened the door to hot moisture and steam blurring his vision. Once his vision adjusted did he see Miyuki curled in on herself with bright red and pink splotches on her skin. Getting closer he saw scratch marks that bled on her arms and legs, she was unaware of him as he crouched to her, body shaking with her head on her knees. He stopped the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around her hot skin. Unfortunately this wasn't the first incident, when he first discovered her like this and asked why, she simply told him it was punishment for being so weak. He understood self punishment but it still hurt to witness and he did his best to prevent it but he also didn't want to make her feel trapped or controlled or as if she should be treated like broken glass, needing to watch her every move. So he did what he could at times like this while never trying to shame her when he helped her at her most vulnerable. They walked together to his room while he set her down with the towel covering her appropriately as he got bandages and a salve for her wounds. After getting the needed supplies he came back to her already dressed andsitting on the floor. He crouched in front of her as he quietly and gently as possible wrapped her arms and legs. Once finished, he walked behind her to comb her hair, talking to her softly.

"It's time you go out." He felt Miyuki go stock still at his words, "not alone, we'll go with you anywhere and everywhere you want us to. I want you to feel back in control of yourself, you're letting them win by controlling your daily life. They can't get to you anymore. I'm keeping them prisoner somewhere until I can get all the people involved and taking them all down, it's just gonna take some time." He informed her, he truly didn't want her living in fear and maybe by giving this information she'll feel safer and maybe a bit comforted at this.

Sokka turned to Zuko slowly, knowing he'd absolutely hate giving those men more power over him.

"Can you take me to where those men are?" He asked, voice shaky.

"No." He knew what Miyuki wanted but didn't like the idea of her dirtying her hands with those filth or seeing the side of him where he let out his anger on those men. He left them beaten and broken, their wounds getting infected while only visiting to give them scraps of bread and splashing water on them to get all the needed information from everyone they worked for and every single property they owned. He was going to let them die even with or without the information, he'd find another way. He didn't want her to see that disgusting, monstrous side of him or have her getting consumed by her own revenge like himself. It was a horrible, all-consuming hollow path to go down.

Sokka understood Zuko's reluctance to tell him, hell he didn't think he was really ready to face those monsters, doesn't even know why he bothered asking. He never wanted to see them again just wanted it to all go away and be in denial forever.

"Thank you for taking care of them." Sokka didn't know quite exactly how Zuko took care of them and couldn't care less, it meant he could hide in his own bubble. He trusted Zuko keeping him safe, he tried not to leave him alone to his own devices that he greatly appreciated from the other teen boy. Sokka's pretty sure he would've lot his shit more if it wasn't for Zuko and his uncle watching out for him. Maybe it was time to get out, not be so afraid and controlled by someone not here anymore, as long as he wasn't alone though. Zuko hasn't left him, he's been there through his nightmares, sleepless nights, when he's been a zombie or hurting himself and Zuko never shames him for it just always stops his borderline mania from hitting a boiling point and whispers comforting words with a tight hold.

"Okay, I'll try." He agreed.

Zuko gave a small smile, glad that he could encourage this next step with her. "Let's watch that play we've been meaning to."

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The three came out of the play in good spirits. Sokka came out feeling a lot better, happy that he could enjoy a play, food and a crowded place. He looked to Zuko who was listening to his uncle talk about the play, the jerk looked so uninterested but he knew Zuko was listening intently even if it didn't look like it, guess that's why a lot of people misjudge him. Sokka was enjoying the night air in what felt like forever, he liked having this control back. When they get back to Zuko's room, he'd like to discuss more training, he was ready to face the world again and become stronger, braver.

When the two teens were back in the room Sokka watched as Zuko got ready for his mediation and followed suit with what became their nightly routine. When the two finally got done and ready for bed did Sokka bring up his idea.

He looked over to Zuko and asked, "I'd like to get back to training and start practicing along with uncle also." He suggested over to Zuko who looked back to him silently, seeming to contemplate his suggestion.

"We could do that, uncle and I can even attack you at the same time to help with multiple people surrounding you." Zuko was already thinking up strategies for the next training session, there were so many moves, combos, holds and reverse holds you could do and that was without any bending which Miyuki will have to learn later as a non-bender herself. "Uncle will also have a lot more teachings to offer, it'd be good to have his input when we fight."

"Haha, I'm excited for the plans you're firing up there in that head of yours." Sokka expressed as he poked Zuko's forehead.

He had to admit he liked when Zuko scrunched his eyebrows when he concentrated. The fire bender was handsome when he really gave the guy a good look over, Sokka could admit that... not really outwardly to anyone else but arrgh actually maybe this is something he could discuss with Suki, with his weird forming feelings when it came to being around Zuko. Sleeping next to Zuko was something else entirely, they ended up on top of each other, far away and not even near touching or one of them holding the other, Sokka's even had a few awkward times with Zuko's ehem manhood pressed to his ass and sometimes he couldn't even lie to himself how nice that actually felt. He thought he was crazy for finding it arousing and even comforting at times especially with what happened to him just two weeks ago. Was that normal? Was that okay? Sometimes he hated himself for feeling aroused, like some kind of disgusting shameful pervert. Why would that be okay, right? He tired of hating himself, tired of the phantom touches he gets thinking of those scumbags. He was sick of pulling on his hair painfully, scratching at himself and just overall causing himself pain remembering back to that night, it's like hurting himself kept him distracted from trying relive or prevent any flashbacks from then, he knew he needed healthier outlets. Now he was headed into bad thoughts central, which screw that, he needed comfort. Asap. If whatever he felt with Zuko was comforting enough, he would take that over being disgusted with himself and his stupid painful memories.

"Hey, I need cuddles." He demanded as he turned onto his side. He watched as Zuko closed whatever book he was reading and putting it off to the side. Sokka couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when Zuko faced him and opened up his arms. He wasted no time snuggling into the fire benders arms, he welcomed Zuko's scent and cozy yet comforting strong hold. He sighed in relief being molded into the other's body, he could feel the bit of scruff Zuko had growing on his chin, heated skin that was warmer than his own and he craved it all. It was such an unexplainable feeling he got, like his insides wanted to burst or express something but he couldn't with words or actions but it was there wanting release but also not knowing where to go, he hated not knowing how to pinpoint it but also loved the feeling strangely enough.

Anyways, there's no way his manly pride would admit that he liked being the little spoon. But whatever, his thoughts were only for him so he was going to enjoy the safety he felt in the other teens arms. He was also going to enjoy the blush he got from Zuko everytime he squeezed and rubbed his body against his own, it was purely fun entertainment. Maybe Sokka could even talk Zuko into being more intimate with each other, he's been curious about what kind of exploring they could do to one another. He'd taken care of himself in the washroom whenever he became aroused but his womanhood would still be achy and pulsing, wanting something to fill his insides, he explored with his fingers getting use to something inside but never feeling enough to grip onto or ever quite reaching what his body ached for. Sokka so planned to talk about this and hopefully it's accepted well but for now he'll wait and enjoy the comforting embrace while listening to Zuko's breathing as it lulled him to sleep.

#atla #zukka #zuko x sokka #boylove #temporarygenderbend

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jhara-ivez · 6 years ago

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Enderal Character Ask// thx to The R3d Painter

1. The basics Name: Jhara Ivez (Jhara->“Misery“, Ivez->“Archer“)

Sex: male Gender: male Age: 25 Race: Half Arazealean Eye color: Light blue Hair: Blond Sexuality: bi

2. Describe their appearance. He’s intimidating. Like 90% of the time. The other 10% is very boyish. 3. How do they like to dress? He usually wears the armor of the Ash Warrior outside of Ark. Inside Ark he likes to dress more casually, but mostly he prefers darker shades of colors.

4. Do they have any markings (scars, tattoos, birthmarks)? He's got a lot of scars from his Ostian days. Mostly from aggressive stray dogs.

5. What are they like? Describe their personality (use whatever tools you like):

I don't need a crown,

no palace, no jewels,

wherever I am,

every place is my home.

I am a tramp,

but I am free,

the cup passed from me.

To be free does not require much.

Only who is free is a king.

Shameless takes the cheeky thief

because he forges his own luck.

What others dream of,

I'll take at night.

My walk is equal to a white wedding horse.

A fearless king,

guarded by mercenaries,

a vain god... in my heaven

(In Extremo – Frei zu sein)

6. How would they describe themselves? He would describe himself as a stray.

7. Education level? He's skilled with numbers and is able to read. That's basically it.

8. What are they proud of in themselves? What are they embarrassed about? He's proud to outwit anyone at cards and dices. He's also proud to be quick and rather talented in stitching things together... He's embarrassed about his sleeping pattern. People randomly try to give him 'good advice' on how to get to sleep properly („Drink some hot milk!“). 9. Do they know any languages other than Inal? He knows the language of his mother's tribe.

10. What, if any, aspects of their mother’s culture influenced them growing up? Due to his mother he learned how to deal with horses. She told him a lot about her country of origin, the customs and language. A great deal was his mothers book of arazealean fairytales, they both hid from the fathers eyes. He learned about the original meaning of words like 'freedom', 'heroism', 'survival' and 'war', that were completely misused in the southrealms ideology, which made him wary about the Creators ways.

11. Name a song (or a few) that remind you of them. In Extremo – Frei zu sein In Extremo – Zigeunerskat

12. Speaking of songs, can they sing? What is their voice like? How about instruments? His voice is pleasant and has a certain melody when he speaks due to his accent. I always imagine him to sound a bit like Kendji Girac. Singing or music was never something he did on his free will (although he might be able to sing without all of Ark closing their windows and doors to him)

13. What was their life like before coming to Enderal? Jhara was born on a stormy day in winter. Yet as soon as he was born it was not sure if he would survive, not because of illness, but because his father was sure that he was not his own blood. This may be true. Jharas mother married his father eight months ago by force and lived in Arazeal before, maybe spending time with other lovers. In his fathers eyes Jhara therefore was a sin, that was to be killed or to be abandoned. Why he did not do any of it is still unknown. His fathers hate is seen clearly in Jharas first name, meaning 'misery' in the old language of the arazealean tribes. His childhood was marked by violence, against his mother and himself. The most important reasons being his fair skin-, eye- and haircolor which gave a great contrast to other inhabitants of the southern realm, who mostly appeared to have darker skin and darker hair along with darker eyecolors. Four years after his birth his sister was born. Jhara liked her although she was clearly his fathers first choice. Nonetheless he tried to be a perfect son, working hard on his familys farmyard. His maintask were the horses, and since his father liked it better if he was outside he spend a lot of time with these animals. Political events never reached his ears. His father did not talk about any of it at home and Jhara never left the farmyard and its surrounding area. The transition of power in Ostian came unnoticed, as well as the massacre that happend just a few hours afterwards in the city and the urban fringe. Later this night the tempels militant elite, commonly known as the masked men, came to the farms, lit up the houses and killed a lot of farmers in cold blood. Jharas family was part of the desaster. He luckily (?) was not at home at the time but saw the smoke from the distance. By returning to the farm it was already too late. Not knowing what to do he hid himself and stayed near the house for a few days before hunger was too strong to ignore. Begging on other farms to get a new place to stay he was send away with insults and prejudice. His only chance was the city, but the way was tough. Desertheat and dangerous animals lurked everywhere. His horse did not make it in the end, which was another blow of fate to aggravate the pain. When he made it, finally, Ostian was not what he expected it to be. The city was dangerous and monitored. Guards were everywhere. Other children and teens on the streets lived in groups, hidden from the guards, Most of them got into fights a lot of times with each other, but also provided some kind of protection. Jhara was not welcomed, since his outer appearance was considered 'too noticeable'. All on his own he survived physical and psychological violence from other teens, passersby and the militia. These experiences significantly shaped his behaviour. Surviving in a world where the stronger one has less problems, where the militia showed violence and aggression without reason and death was nothing uncommon, he developed aggressive behaviour himself. Pickpocketing, stealing and getting into fights became his usual business, as well as the trade of stolen goods. He also learned to hunt for snakes in the swamps und the desert.

14. How did they decide to leave Nehrim? The final decision was made when the war between the realms of Nehrim became unbearable and the harbour was shutting down.

15. Describe their relationship with Sirius. Sirius was the only one who dared to befriend Jhara in Nehrim. Nevertheless the relationship was complicated. Jhara often made fun of him for being 'not even able to pluck a chicken' while Sirius tried to be Jharas good conscience with questionable success.

16. Who do they blame for what happened to their family? It was only because Jhara snuck away that night to spend time with his favorite horse that he survived the mass execution, so he partly blames himself too. What he found when he returned was traumatizing. Strange men with swords made of silversteel and his family screaming in agony and fear, crucified and burning.

17. Apart from stowing away, have they ever broken the law? Too often to count.

18. How honest are they? Under what circumstances would they lie? Jhara is seldomly honest. He's closed off and knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. The only time he is clearly honest is when he's around his horse since horses read body language and not words.

19. Worst memory(s)? Best memory(s)? Best: The image of seablue eyes Worst: Besides seeing his family, his horse, Jespar, Bushybeard and Sirius die and being bitten by a rattlesnake?

20. Fight, or flight? Depends on the rate of success.

21. Describe their combat style. Jhara fights with two swords, a) the Falcata which is perfect for crushing someone's head (it's useful for cutting wood too) and b) a longsword which is perfect for blocking and parrying. He depends strongly on his own reflexes and his quick feet (if a fight does not turn out as it was supposed to). He uses the kiléan bow from horseback. In occasional quarrels he depends on his fists and dirty tricks. Jhara: “Oh deer!” *rips a deerhead from the wall and throws it at the opponent* Jespar: “No deer-jokes as long as I am still here...

22. Have they ever killed before? What is their reaction to combat? He has never killed in Nehrim since all of his actions there were supposed to happen without being seen. In Enderal however, after figuring the whole shit out, combat sometimes gets a bit out of hand. His lack of moral codes makes him a merciless fighter. Sometimes he even thinks about killing as something funny and makes it even more painful for his opponent. If rage takes over the identification of the remains can turn out to get quite difficult.

23. How do they react to having magical abilities? Do they use them? Since magic reminds him of the temple's evil priests and militia he refuses from using it except for occasions when he has to.

24. What do they think of Enderal? He thinks the people are unable to haggle properly, are strangely superstitious and can't make proper bread, but in general he likes his new life there. He instantly fell in love with the landscapes.

25. Did they do the Biggest Egg Hunt Ever quest? Yes. And then he encountered the alchemical features and the poor starling never got his eggs.

26. How do they feel about joining the Order? What do they think of Arantheal? Most of the time he has no feckin' clue how he got himself into this mess. He does not fit in and he doesn't like 99% of the people there, but as it seems he has no other choice and at least the payment is quite nice. („And does someone know where all the silver tablewear vanished to?“) Arantheal counts into the 99% of people he does not like. This is mostly due to the fact that Jhara feels like a dog unleashed from the kennel whenever the calculating, old bastard sends him onto missions. He has a feeling that there is something fishy about him, but can not really tell what it is except for the obvious pride-issue and the I-am-infallible-attitude.

27. What is their opinion of the gods (or lack thereof)? Jhara gives a shit about them and he's not very good at pretending otherwise. Gods never helped anyone.

28. Wine, or pipe? Wine. Peaceweed only via second-hand-inhalation~

29. Do they spare or arrest Hallys, the farmer-turned-bandit in the quest, Deus Ex Machina? Why? Jhara spared him. He was more concerned (and secretly pleased) about the fact that he of all people had to decide his fate. He even picked the decision without asking Calia what she thought about it. In retrospect he strongly agrees that he picked the right verdict, because a dead or imprisoned farmer plus impoverished family is worse than a few people from the Undercity who “can not show their gratitute” properly.

30. What are their feelings and opinions about the Undercity? Jhara doesn't like the concept at all but he visits the Undercity often enough to make some questionable 'friends' down there. In his opinion change must come from within, but most people are too stupid or too weak to even try, especially those who still believe in the gods. If no one is ready to take risks he's not the one going to push them.

31. How do they react to the beggars of Ark? He usually has conversations with them and tells them some secrets to hear some secrets in return.

32. Where and how do they spend their time when in Ark? Jhara frequently visits the Dancing Nomad and the Marketplace. Since he's pretty vain with his hair and beard he also visits the bathhouse in the Nobles Quarter quite often or pays a visit to the Fat Leoran to listen to Gerril's singing.

33. What would they do with three wishes? a) end the Circle b) keep Jespar safe c) keep Meran safe

34. How do they feel about death? Do they fear it? Death is something that occurs to everyone. Jhara is deeply afraid of it nonetheless. Especially now that he has one guy and a horse to protect.

35. What (else) do they fear? Spiders. He absolutely hates them.

36. Do they have any secrets? Jhara rarely ever sleeps. He dozes off a lot but never truly sleeps deep enough to dream. Most nights he spends outside wandering the city or down in the Dancing Nomad, because he feels caged up in his room.

37. How is their behavior around people they like? People they dislike? Jhara is not an honest person. He often plays his own kind of game, cheating along the way and bending rules to his advantage. He can be very charming, funny and downright sexual, but usually he is relatively quiet. He often appears to be out of reach and egoistic. Therefore he does not do friends that easily. If he doesn't like someone and has no further gain from said person he can be very rude. He also likes to step into peoples personal space to test out if they back away or not. For people he likes however he acts like a fallen guardian angel if necessary. He's very loyal and tries to impress them at any given chance. 38. What is their relationship with the companions? Who, if anyone, did your prophet romance? With Calia it's more friendship or comrades-in-arms, but Jhara lacks the commitment to really make it work. Calia does not understand his sense of humour and he thinks of her moralcode as absurd. All in all it just works because both are very patient with one another. Jhara feels drawn to Jespar like a moth would to a flame. The mercenary provides the risk, the adrenaline and also the honesty Jhara needs in his daily life. There is a lot of not-so-friendly banter going on between them, but everyone who takes just one longer look at them can instantly see the chemistry between them. They are both utter idiots – Jespar being Jespar and Jhara trying to imitate a peacock with all his attempts to woo him.

39. Was there any non-companion character that they were close to? That they particularly disliked? Jhara likes Ulfur Featherdance, the innkeeper, a lot. He's always in it for a few words of wisdom, shuts his eyes to cheating at card games and dices and keeps the key to Jharas room. Other than that Jhara took a liking to Lishari and Firespark, even thought the old man probably doesn't feel the same. He especially adores Andrasta Braveblood for her interesting idea to murder people via paintings (and for her beautiful face). A character he disliked was Rynéus because he just dislikes children (minus his sister).

40. How do they feel about myrads? He's terrified of flying. Cuddling the myrads is fine, as long as he can stay with both feet on the ground.

41. What dreams or ambitions did they have before coming to Enderal? What about afterwards? Before: Surviving. After: Surviving.

42. Do they like cities? Or do they prefer the country? Is there a region of Enderal that they like or dislike more than the others? He loves the sandy dunes, blue glowing stones and exotic fauna in the Powder Desert as well as the near beaches, it's where he and the horse both feel at home. Other than that he likes the Goldenforst and the Farmer's Coast. In general there is no region he really dislikes. It might just be a bit too cold for his liking. He likes to be in Ark too, but nothing beats roaming the wilderness.

43. What do they do to lower their considerable stress? There's nothing better than drinking, ripping somebody off at card games or dices or participating in a good old barfight to get all that frustration out of the system. Or sex. Or listening to Jespar's voice.

44. Describe their perfect day off. He would have a cake with a lot of honey and dates and fresh figs for breakfast, stroll through the streets of Ark later, take a nap in a sunny place somewhere and in the afternoon he would fetch his horse and ride to the beach at the Farmers Coast to take another nap there.

45. List three of their favorite things. Three things they hate? Favorites: the heat, the sea, Jespar's eyes (because they look like the sea) Hates: Endralean bread, dreams, spiders

46. What’s in their pockets? Dates, coins, some jewels, lockpicks, Jespar's letter (maybe a bit crumpled after all that time), a comb (because he's vain with his hair), a hone, bowstrings, a pan, one or two books, coal to write or tag something, two sets of extra clothes, seashells, two blankets, one or two bags with clean water, an XL-scarf, a few pieces of leather or leatherstripes, a variation of needles, some healing potions

47. Pets? Mounts? Treasured possessions? Jhara owns a horse. This horse is called Meran (the brave one). Everyone at the stables knows Meran, because he is the son of a vatyr. He's a rather big chestnut stallion with four white legs and a white marking from his forehead to his lips. The blacksmith doesn't like him and everyone else doesn't want anything to do with him either. He's unmanageable and a pain in the arse. One can not handle him with kindness, nor with friendship, nor with softness. Then again you can not handle him with dominance or aggression or firmness either. And then there comes this foreign idiot and takes one look at the horse and both fall in love with each other immidiatly. Nonetheless it took some time to establish the rules, because Meran was sure that all humans were idiots and unable to give clear signals and had to learn again to listen carefully. At least around Jhara he became very gentle and loyal like a dog, other humans were still idiots. And for Jhara this horse became his little brother because horses are family and must be cared for accordingly. He spent vast sums of money on the most beautiful crafted horsearmour he could think off and when he found „treasures“ like nice seashells or pearls or small gems they usually ended up stitched somewhere on the tack. And when there was that bandit who had the nerve to hurt Meran... Well, it was interesting to listen to his whining for almost the quarter of an hour after cutting off both his hands, piercing his cheeks and tongue with an arrow and letting him dangle from a tree to attract the attention of wolves.

48. How are their cooking skills? He knows how to produce full roasted flavour while grilling an innocent salmon. Honestly he just eats what he gets, without really appreciating the taste. The only thing he is picky with is the bread (he only knows sand-baked flatbread which is not as sour in taste). He loves everything sweet like honey, dates and other fruits.

49. Do you consider any particular quest or side quest to be definitive for your prophet? Which one(s) and why? Into the deep would be the first one, because it was in the seacavern that the bad gut feeling first started to make itself known more strongly. The second would be A song in the Silence because he was deeply terrified of the father and Rynéus and in fact the whole village. And the third was All the dead souls. Because it happened too fast, and Jespar was an idiot to go in there alone, and Jhara got so, so angry and everything became a blurr and in the end he felt just hollow and his outrage had no effect whatsoever because you can't turn back time by slaughtering the sister.

50. How forgiving are they? For example, if they were yelled at in a brothel after searching high and low for this little sh*t, how would they react? Jhara with a broken heart, a lot of dammed frustration and anger is terrifying as hell. In the conversion itself he's patient as far as his patience goes, but afterwards... let's say there happened to be a few innocent people with broken bones on the way back to the surface.

51. What do they think of the Veiled Woman? He would like to know what exactly she is. Likewise he's annoyed of her constant riddles and sudden actions.

52. If they had been a victim of one of the black stones, how would it have affected them? What would they have used its power to accomplish? I think he would have created a bubble where he has his peace and quiet. And just when he gets terribly bored of all this peace and quiet he would go on a rampage.

53. What was their reaction to the Black Guardian’s revelations? Do they accept or reject his offer? In fact the thought did not really register with him. Being dead or not was suddenly unimportant. He heard the offer and Jhara did not think twice about it. He had to save Jespar, to get him out of this mess, if there was any possibility left, even if that meant destroying the beacon and die in the process for real, despite not knowing for sure if Jespar really was dead or alive. Him maybe being alive was enough to die for.

54. How does their story end? Badly.

55. Do they change over the course of the story? In what ways? He changes in a way he can not comprehend. It goes from being important to being important to someone, and I think that's what made the difference.

56. Anything else you’d like to share about them? Jhara adores tigers. He has heard stories about them in Nehrim and always thought that Jespar looked like one of those big cats when he killed off enemies with the grace of a brabaric dancer, who cut one man's throat and had his eyes fixed already on the next target. When he saw a tiger for real the first time he got nearly killed by it because he was so faszinated.

57. Bonus: For you- what are you most excited for in Forgotten Stories? E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.!!!!!!!

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