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Niko - a swashbuckler/rogue/scarlet corsair, captain of the Sea Spirit [though not at the time of the following stories]. He is an Aventi, basically an aquatic human. Has fins, can breathe water and air, and swims like a fish. He's very very sneaky, loose on his morals, and very charismatic. He's a little like Jack Sparrow, but without the crazy. He fights with two cutlasses and is a definite pirate. In D&D terms, he's chaotic neutral.
Kanoa - a barbarian/scout, first mate on the Sea Spirit [though not at the time of the following stories]. He is a Darfellan, an aquatic race that looks like a humanoid orca whale, with black and white patterned skin. He can hold his breathe for over twelve minutes, has an incredible swim speed, and fights with a large harpoon. He's young but very large, and very shy, and very quiet. He's naive, and can be taken advantage of - which Niko doesn't hesitate to use. He's also chaotic neutral.
Oh and also, for reference's sake:
Noranti - a wizard/sea witch/stormcaster. She's old and crazy, but stronger and more intelligent that one would think by looking at her. Plays absentminded and cranky old woman incredibly well, leaving people underestimating the strength of her magic. She looks on Niko and Kanoa as additonal grandsons. She's human, sharp-eyed and tongued, has always loved the sea, widow of a sailor, mother and grandmother of... many. Chaotic Neutral.
Got that? Okay. Have fun.
Wrestling
Niko had heard of an aquatic race called Darfellan before. Had even heard what they supposedly looked like, but he had never seen one before. All his years underwater with his Aventi family, raised near some aquatic elves, and he’d never once been able to put visual with tales. Until he came to Muriel’s Cove and met Kanoa.
Kanoa was sixteen years old, only two years younger than Niko. He was also six foot two and two hundred thirty two pounds of sheer muscle, compared to Niko’s five ten, one-seventy. But that wasn’t even the most striking thing about the Darfellan. It was his dramatic coloring, like that of an orca whale. Black skin interrupted here in there in distinct patterns by gleaming white.
Niko was captivated, especially the first time they went swimming and that smooth skin went shiny and sleek under the waves. Niko left captivated for interested. Interest spiked higher when they started swimming, racing – and inevitably cheating. The sun was low in the late afternoon sky when Kanoa suddenly asked a question. Till then Niko had been doing most of the talking, rambling, asking questions about Kanoa, seeming very interested in his skin. To be fair, Kanoa seemed every bit as interested in Niko’s fins, the delicate webs along the back of his forearms and calves. They lent speed to his swimming, just as Kanoa’s own webbed feet did the same.
“Do you wrestle?”
The question caught Niko by surprise. It seemed completely out of the blue and the Aventi was caught off guard. “Er… no. I mean, I haven’t. Not… not for a long time anyway.” He used to wrestle with Sebastian years ago. Before his brother grew up and became every bit as stuck up and proper as the rest of the civilization.
Kanoa pursed his lips. “We wrestle a lot. It’s very common.”
Niko’s lips curved slightly. There was an opportunity if he ever saw one. “Did you want to? I mean you’d have quite the unfair advantage, you know, but still…”
Kanoa shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t. You can do that wriggly thing. You’re hard to hold onto.” Which was true. While swimming Kanoa would grab a hold of Niko and tug him back, taking the lead himself in a race. After the surprise first time, Niko started wriggling out of his grasp with surprising dexterity.
Niko grinned. “All right. Let’s wrestle.”
Hours later, the sun had gone down, Noranti was asleep, upstairs in her house attached to her shop, and Kanoa downstairs. Niko’s room across the hall was empty. He was currently across town, letting a bag of coins land heavily on the counter of the whorehouse – a very specific kind of whorehouse. He eyed the madam, unblinking and said, with no hesitation, “How large is the biggest man here, and I don’t just mean the size of his dick.”
She blinked, several times and responded, “Er… Six two, two hundred pounds?” Her eyes fell to the purse and traveled back up, taking in the young, very attractive man offering the coins.
Niko bit the inside of his cheek. Big. Not quite big enough. “He’ll have to do.”
Another blink. All right then, she thought and then turned to call, “Allen! Get down here!”
Allen was brawny, very muscular, very nice-looking. Niko’s lips twitched. His usual type when on board a ship. In fact, if Niko didn’t know full well he was using Allen as a – hopefully temporary – substitute for Kanoa, he’d have been a good deal more interested.
Allen earned his gold. He showed Niko a hell of a time that night, and Niko went back to Noranti’s house very nearly satisfied. Nearly. The pause by Kanoa’s door, the hand laid on the strong wood before he headed into his own room told a different story.
By the time he woke late the next morning, Niko knew exactly what he was going to do. It was time to revive the art of seduction.
Two more to go.
Niko - a swashbuckler/rogue/scarlet corsair, captain of the Sea Spirit [though not at the time of the following stories]. He is an Aventi, basically an aquatic human. Has fins, can breathe water and air, and swims like a fish. He's very very sneaky, loose on his morals, and very charismatic. He's a little like Jack Sparrow, but without the crazy. He fights with two cutlasses and is a definite pirate. In D&D terms, he's chaotic neutral.
Kanoa - a barbarian/scout, first mate on the Sea Spirit [though not at the time of the following stories]. He is a Darfellan, an aquatic race that looks like a humanoid orca whale, with black and white patterned skin. He can hold his breathe for over twelve minutes, has an incredible swim speed, and fights with a large harpoon. He's young but very large, and very shy, and very quiet. He's naive, and can be taken advantage of - which Niko doesn't hesitate to use. He's also chaotic neutral.
Oh and also, for reference's sake:
Noranti - a wizard/sea witch/stormcaster. She's old and crazy, but stronger and more intelligent that one would think by looking at her. Plays absentminded and cranky old woman incredibly well, leaving people underestimating the strength of her magic. She looks on Niko and Kanoa as additonal grandsons. She's human, sharp-eyed and tongued, has always loved the sea, widow of a sailor, mother and grandmother of... many. Chaotic Neutral.
Got that? Okay. Have fun.
Wrestling
Niko had heard of an aquatic race called Darfellan before. Had even heard what they supposedly looked like, but he had never seen one before. All his years underwater with his Aventi family, raised near some aquatic elves, and he’d never once been able to put visual with tales. Until he came to Muriel’s Cove and met Kanoa.
Kanoa was sixteen years old, only two years younger than Niko. He was also six foot two and two hundred thirty two pounds of sheer muscle, compared to Niko’s five ten, one-seventy. But that wasn’t even the most striking thing about the Darfellan. It was his dramatic coloring, like that of an orca whale. Black skin interrupted here in there in distinct patterns by gleaming white.
Niko was captivated, especially the first time they went swimming and that smooth skin went shiny and sleek under the waves. Niko left captivated for interested. Interest spiked higher when they started swimming, racing – and inevitably cheating. The sun was low in the late afternoon sky when Kanoa suddenly asked a question. Till then Niko had been doing most of the talking, rambling, asking questions about Kanoa, seeming very interested in his skin. To be fair, Kanoa seemed every bit as interested in Niko’s fins, the delicate webs along the back of his forearms and calves. They lent speed to his swimming, just as Kanoa’s own webbed feet did the same.
“Do you wrestle?”
The question caught Niko by surprise. It seemed completely out of the blue and the Aventi was caught off guard. “Er… no. I mean, I haven’t. Not… not for a long time anyway.” He used to wrestle with Sebastian years ago. Before his brother grew up and became every bit as stuck up and proper as the rest of the civilization.
Kanoa pursed his lips. “We wrestle a lot. It’s very common.”
Niko’s lips curved slightly. There was an opportunity if he ever saw one. “Did you want to? I mean you’d have quite the unfair advantage, you know, but still…”
Kanoa shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t. You can do that wriggly thing. You’re hard to hold onto.” Which was true. While swimming Kanoa would grab a hold of Niko and tug him back, taking the lead himself in a race. After the surprise first time, Niko started wriggling out of his grasp with surprising dexterity.
Niko grinned. “All right. Let’s wrestle.”
Hours later, the sun had gone down, Noranti was asleep, upstairs in her house attached to her shop, and Kanoa downstairs. Niko’s room across the hall was empty. He was currently across town, letting a bag of coins land heavily on the counter of the whorehouse – a very specific kind of whorehouse. He eyed the madam, unblinking and said, with no hesitation, “How large is the biggest man here, and I don’t just mean the size of his dick.”
She blinked, several times and responded, “Er… Six two, two hundred pounds?” Her eyes fell to the purse and traveled back up, taking in the young, very attractive man offering the coins.
Niko bit the inside of his cheek. Big. Not quite big enough. “He’ll have to do.”
Another blink. All right then, she thought and then turned to call, “Allen! Get down here!”
Allen was brawny, very muscular, very nice-looking. Niko’s lips twitched. His usual type when on board a ship. In fact, if Niko didn’t know full well he was using Allen as a – hopefully temporary – substitute for Kanoa, he’d have been a good deal more interested.
Allen earned his gold. He showed Niko a hell of a time that night, and Niko went back to Noranti’s house very nearly satisfied. Nearly. The pause by Kanoa’s door, the hand laid on the strong wood before he headed into his own room told a different story.
By the time he woke late the next morning, Niko knew exactly what he was going to do. It was time to revive the art of seduction.
Two more to go.