Tyhren Doomguard

“Perhaps I could have the collar un-enchanted, during a rental perhaps,” she mused. She’d be hard pressed to find another runesmith, though if she couldn’t get Ty’s bindings lifted for a short time, perhaps he could help her find someone else to help.

“It was nice to meet you too Tyhren,” she smiled. “You most certainly will,” she assured. Though whether that was directly after his win or later on the island she wasn’t sure. “I should go, I have a match to bet on,” she picked up her own drink and stood, ready to find the bookies.  “Make me proud,” she winked as she headed off to place a heavy sum on the dwarf winning.

Ty crossed his arms over his broad chest, his head tipping to the side as he regarded the woman.  He hadn't expected her to offer something like that, and it made him a little suspicious.  "Ah did no be knowin' dhar could be ah ting.  If'n yah do be makin' death happen ah reckon ah could be makin' yah someting.  We do be havin' tah negotiate anyting else yah want me tah make."

Ty nodded his head and chuckled.  Given her interest in his runes he was sure he would see her again.  "Ah reckon yah do," the dwarf chuckled, polishing off his drink and turning to head to the ring.  Her last comment turned his chuckle into a full out laugh as he shook his head and left.

Winter nearly posed for Ty as he looked over her form. “Very true,” she smiled devilishly, agreeing with his words. No one in the world could deny that Winter looked good and she knew it. The bodies she chose to possess were exquisite and she usually wore them better than their true owners.

“Beauty and the beast it would seem,” she commented, referring to his adorable bear costume. “You might be dressed as a teddy bear,” she spoke as she drew closer, “But I wonder if you might be a ferocious animal underneath.”

Ty rolled his eyes at the woman's comment and antics, shaking his head as he crossed his thick arms across his broad chest.  He might be short compared to the Upworlders, but there were few that were as broad as he was.

A heavy sigh rumbled out of the dwarf when Celine pointed out his costume.  "Stupid Skysick Overtoppers," he grumbled as she approached, quirking an eyebrow at her.  "Ah do no be ah teddy bear and if'n yah wanna find out what ah do be made of all yah gotta do is ask."

Frankie was glad when he didn’t seem to upset with her as that had not been her intention at all. She listened to him as he spoke, glancing over at his work. It was an interesting project and she was genuinely intrigued by what he was doing. “Well I think it’ll pay off in the end,” she said, glancing at him. “I may not be all knowing and all that but I know a good idea when I see one.”

He nodded his head at the woman's statement, glad that she didn't seem to take his outburst negatively.  There were a lot of folks on the island that seemed to take offense any time a slave didn't behave exactly like the expected.  "Dhat do be dah hope.  Dhis just be ah little somethin' dhat ah used tah make, just in ah different form.  You upworlders do be having access to ah lot o' different metals."

FaBi’s grin was damn near triumphant at the sound of him sucking in a breath, squeezing him through his pants in an effort to recreate the noise.  Though she did growl lowly at the second smack, grip with her other hand tightening until she could feel his Adam’s apple press against her palm.  Not nearly hard enough to cut off his breath, but certainly enough to hint at the strength she might be capable of.  Had Ty been unbound, it might have been a toss up depending on just how drunk she was, but like this?  Easy.  Which meant when he spun them around and pinned her hips, her smile bordered on dark and wicked before his lips captured her own.  Teeth found the skin of his lower lip even as her tongue sought out his, grip to his throat shifting to the back of his neck as she momentarily sank into the kiss.  There was no denying the desire was lurking under the surface, rutting against the dwarf for a few beats before using the leverage to spin them again, her thighs straddling his own.  “Aggressive?” she teased, breaking the kiss as her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt.  “Negotiations?  I’m not sure I know the meaning of those words.”

Ty's wicked grin matched the one on FaBi's face, a low growl sneaking out of him as she squeezed him again.  When her hand tightened around his throat he lifted his chin, another wide grin stretching his lips.  He had to admit that he was enjoying the back and forth struggle between them.  The return kiss was just as savage as the one FaBi gave him, tugging on her own lip as she rutted against him before flipping them both over.  He laughed when their positions were reversed again, giving her ass another firm slap when she spoke.  "Ah course yah don't," he retorted, snorting a laugh as he sank a hand into her hair to pull her lips down to his.  "Ah reckon if'n yah do no be wantin' yer shirt tah be ripped yah might wanna be takin' it off."

Daisy could tell how careful he was being, and it was so sweet. But with as blissed out as she was at that moment, she would have happily let him crush her. Their bodies settled pretty comfortably into a spooning position then, with Ty’s girth still very much felt inside of her. It was nice. Intimate, cozy even. And Daisy liked it very much. Giggling as she felt the vibrations of his hearty chuckle, she ran soft fingers along his arms and hands, all the while admiring their strength and the pretty tone of his skin.

“I like your dwarf things. And I wanna learn more about them! Like, what you said before, what does that mean? If you remember of course” Daisy teased, giggling, as she settled further into his embrace. “Oh I couldn’t agree more! I didn’t really think that you were interested in me this way but I’m real glad that I was wrong!”

Raven couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at the dwarf. He was intriguing to her, and she found herself wanting to poke and prod more at him. She wanted to figure out what made him tick. She hadn’t encountered a lot of his kind in her time, and even as abrasive and rough as she could be, she did enjoy learning about other species. It came in handy from time to time, after all.

“A little bit of both,” she teased, smirking a bit. “A drink, huh? Traditional, but always a good place to start,” she said. She cocked her head in return, watching him. She wondered vaguely what was running through his mind right now. “And, if you do take someone home with you, what sorts of things do you like?” Her eyes wandered to the whip. “Whips?”

Ty glared at the guard woman, more annoyance on his face than anything, though there was probably an equal mix of intrigue in his gaze as well.  Despite how crazy he considered most overtoppers, there was a part of him that was nonetheless intrigued by them.  It was something of a dance, especially with this woman that he had been forced to assault.

“Ah drink can tell yah ah lot about ah person by dah kinda drink dhey do be orderin,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.  “Ah do no be dah type tah just drag ah woman tah my place by her hair.”  He couldn’t help but chuckle at the direction that this conversation had taken, though he probably shouldn’t have considering where they were.  “Wouldn’t yah like tah know?”  He turned a heated gaze at the woman and crossed his thick arms over his broad chest.  “Ah reckon yah do be havin’ tah invite me back to yah house and find out.”

So far one of her favorite places here was simple the quad maybe it wasn’t the most fun or anything but the grounds were lovely, she liked there was so much vegetation, she would just sit watch people come and go and do random sketches in her sketchbook. In court more often than what some would believe she  would sit around doing something and find out gossip like that because many would think she was too busy to pay attention, maybe it could happen here as well. She was practicing away when noticed someone sat somewhat close to her, she spared a glance “hello” she said cordially more out of politeness  than anything else and kept going.

Whenever the dwarf got the opportunity, he took his work out into the quad.  The natural light was infinitely better than anything he could get down in the basement without needing to spend money and that was something he was loath to spend.  Wearing his usual leather apron over a tank top and his smithing hammer hanging from his belt, Tyhren carried his bag of supplies in one hand while he searched for a place to sit.  Seeing a spot next to a new woman, Ty tossed his bag on the ground as he slid into the seat.  Hearing the woman's greeting, Ty turned his head and nodded to her, grunting in greeting.

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Novia watched him, curious. She was also curious as to if he would be able to tell who she really was. So far, so good though. She smiled a little bit at his words and nodded. “It looks like a promising prospect to me,” she said. “Looks like you’ve got some talent.”

She smiled lightly, tucking some of her hair back behind one ear. “It’s nice to meet you, Ty. I’m Novia,” she said. She paused a little bit. “We probably haven’t met because I tend to keep to myself,” she said. “I’m trying to change that though and get out and about more often.”

Ty had gotten used to people staring at him, particularly whenever he was crafting.  It seemed to him that most upworlders didn't know what it was like to make things with their own hands.  "Thank yah.  Ah ain't used tah workin' on tings dhis small."

He let his gaze wander over the woman for a minute before nodding his head at her.  "Nice tah meet yah too Novia.  Ah get dah keepin' away from people, you topsiders do be strange."  After a moment Tyhren sighed and waved the woman to take a seat at the table with him.  "Ah reckon if'n yer tryin' tah get out more dah least ah could do is offer yah ah drink."  Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a flask and held it out for her to take.  "Yah might want tah be careful wit it, it do be dwarven ale.

The first time Sunny had made her way to the waterfall, she’d been on a mission–this time she was just looking to enjoy it. Towel around her neck, and sneakers in her hand, she was singing to herself as she made her way down the path, digging her toes into the dirt for no reason except because she could. 

This time when the waterfall came into view, she took a long moment to just take it in, head tipped back in amazement, arms stretched above her head to the sky. It was beautiful, and she savored the moment with a broad grin on her face. Only when she felt she’d properly appreciated the moment did she drop her arms and start moving again, heading towards the only other person present, a man with his feet dangling in the water.

“Hi!” she said brightly, and then, though she was already spreading her towel next to him, “Can I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer before sitting down and dipping her own feet into the water, wiggling her toes just to watch the way the dirt washed off of them in little swirls. “It’s so nice out here! I’d sleep out here instead of in a cell if they’d let me.”

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Being topside was something that Ty was slowly starting to get used to, mostly thanks to the fact that much of his relaxation time was down in the basement cells.  Surprisingly, they reminded him of the Holds enough to stave off a complete and total culture shock.  That being said, the fact that he was on an island surrounded by water and others kept asking him to go swimming was something that was starting to grate on him.  He supposed he couldn't be too mad at them, dwarves were a rarity above ground, so few people knew that their bodies were literally too dense to float.

That was why he was out here at the waterfall.  It had a shallow end that did not extend over his meager 5'6" height, allowing him to get in if he wanted to.  For the moment however he was just dangling his feet in the water, his sturdy boots sitting beside him.  He had his eyes closed and his head tipped back to enjoy the heat on his face when he heard an unfamiliar voice start up beside him.  "Ah reckon yah can since yah do already be doin' so," he replied, only opening his eyes when he heard someone sit down next to him.  "Yer one o' dhose weird folks dhat be likin' all dhis sky stuff huh?"

Winter thought over his comment. If only she still had the books she’d learned from. Then she could have Tyhren look over the work to show her where corrections were needed. Instead she’d just have to ask the questions herself if they came up.

“I’ll have to think on that, my imagination can be quite endless,” she smiled. Winter could find many uses for even the basic runes but what to have made? What did she need that he could provide? She really would need to think about it.

Just then some announcements were called. Another match would be starting soon. “Would that be your match they’re discussing?” she asked. If it was his match, she’d need to be quick and place her bets on Tyhren winning.

Tyhren just shrugged his broad shoulders at the woman’s comment and laughed, another gravelly sound rumbling out of him.  “Yah can have as active ah imagination as yah want, wit dhis collar on ah do no be able to actually enchant dah runes.  Ah reckon yah could have ah different runesmith enchant dhem, but most o’ dah ones ah know prefer to enchant dhere own runes.”

The dwarf’s head lifted at the announcement, sighing a little and nodding.  “Aye, dhat do be mah match.”  Picking up his beer, Tyhren downed what was left and set the glass down, scrubbing his arm across his face.  “Ah reckon it was nice tah meet yah Celine.  Am ah gonna see yah after mah match?”

Frankie hadn’t even thought about that being a joke and immediately felt horrible that he would think that. “Oh god, no. That’s not what I meant at all,” she said with a furious shake of her head. “I honestly just didn’t see anyone.” She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed just a bit. “I get a bit lost in my own head sometimes and that’s what happened here,” she said as she pressed her lips together. 

Her eyes glanced down to the jewelry then back at the dwarf and she sighed a bit, relaxing a bit when he did. Hopefully he wouldn’t hold this against her. “Nice to meet you, Ty,” she said. “I’m Frankie. And that is really neat.” She nodded to the piece in his hand and smiled softly at him.

Tyhren waved off the woman’s apologies, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.  He was under a bit of stress with everything going on lately and it was starting to wear on him.  “It ain’t ah big deal.  Ah overreacted as ah tend tah do.”  A gravelly chuckle did rumble out of him as he nodded his head.  “Yah ain’t dah only one dhat do be happenin’ to.”  Looking down at the start of his project, Ty shrugged.  “Tanks.  Ah ain’t got much need tah make mah usual stuff here so ah been tryin’ tah come up wit new ideas tah keep my brain workin’.”

“Upworlders, huh? I’ll call you whatever you like, sugar, Tyhren, Ty, Tiger,” Noah offered with a shrug. Noah’s Kentucky accent lingered no matter how long he’d been away, and while he could hide it with effort, it was an effort that he did not often care to spend. It left his tongue a little bit clunky on unusual names–or at least those that would be unusual in the bible belt–but he was always more than willing to try.

His lips curled into a grin when Tyhren met Chantilly’s eye, the bird herself chattering with pleasure at the attention and strutting a few steps across the table–like reaper, like watcher, Noah supposed. “I’m sure she’ll happily be your first customer, if you’re lookin’ to branch out,” Noah said with some amusement, and then snorted at the question of his species, shook his head.

“No, I ain’t a dragon,” he assured, nudging at a piece of the man’s crafting with gentle fingers–Noah wouldn’t dare to fuss too much with someone else’s work without permission, but he could not help his curiosity, nor the urge to shift the metal just enough to catch the light. “Reaper,” he offered after a second, tearing his eyes up from the table as if remembering he was involved in a conversation and not just admiring shiny things. The edge of one bound-up wing extended just a little, downy black feathers fanning out a bit. “I’m just the bird, but bigger.” This time Chantilly’s chatter was distinctly displeased, and Noah added, without missing a beat, “Yes, and younger, your feathers are shinier. Do you sell your work, Tyhren?”

"Aye.  Upworlder, surfacer, sunlight folks.  Yah know, all you folks dhat do be livin' under too much sky instead ah under dah ground like sensible folk."  Sure, Ty was a little biased when it came to places to live but hundreds of years of habit was hard to break.

Watching the bird as it hopped about, the dwarf reached a hand to run a finger gently down Chantilley's feathers. "Reckon ah'd have tah get new tools tah do dhat.  Aint used tah workin' dhat small.  Arms and armor do be more my style, even dhis here jewelry is smaller dhen ahm used tah.  Ain't made dhis kinda stuff since ah was ah bump on mah ooba's lap learnin' how tah forge."

The dwarf's look softened a little at the man's answer, though he was still watching the man as he seemed entranced by the metals on the table.  "Ah, yer another one o' dhem variety o' dead folks."  He did chuckle a bit watching Noah talk to the bird, the whole seen reminding him of the way his sister would talk to the nugs.  "Not directly.  Got ah deal where ah trade my wares tah keep mah supply o' ale full, but dhat do be it."

“I daresay you’d be surprised.  Appearances often belie the talents their owners possess.”  Though she had no doubts that he was right, even if she didn’t get as much one-on-one time with the students now that she was leading the department.  One brow did rise as he said he wouldn’t mind, one corner of her lips curling up briefly.  “Whether you’ll find yourself in my bedroom and thus using titles has yet to be seen.  Though something tells me you’ve disappointed a good number of Masters and Mistresses with your reluctance.”  It was something about Ty’s personality that struck her as such; she doubted he would be as sweet and soft as those that were often found collared and in the basement.  The very idea of the number of Masters and Mistresses he’d pissed off by saying ‘no’ was enough to bring a hearty laugh out of the djinn as well.  “I’m sure many of them have not; entitlement can run quite deep here.”  Jude took a moment to debate before gesturing to the guard that she was taking him with her, taking another sip out of her water bottle before turning her attention back to him.  “Because saying things bluntly and baldly can often reap painful consequences.  The truth hurts.  Softening the blow with careful word choice costs nothing but being conscientious.  Now.”  She paused, looking around at the station like she might find tatters of a Hulk-ed out costume easily.  “You wouldn’t happen to remember what happened to your clothes, would you?  If you’d like to join me for a small break from this, at the very least.”

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Ty chuckled and shrugged, an amused look on his otherwise stoic and craggy face.  "Ah reckon yah ain't wrong 'bout dhat, but ah do no be knowin' many o' you Upworlders dhat do be metalsmiths."  The dwarf chuckled at the upward quirk of the woman's eyebrow, completely unphased by both her look and his nudity.  "Yah do no be wrong 'bout dhat, but mah people do be pretty up front 'bout tings.  Yah helped me out o' mah situation and yah ain't treated me like ah belong to yah.  Just lettin' yah know where ah do be standin' so far."  Despite his normally craggy exterior, the fact that the woman seemed to enjoy how much he'd disappointed people as much as he did earned her a few points in his book.  "It do, but dah looks on dhere faces when ah tell 'em no so be worth it."  The dwarf thought on Jude's position a while before shrugging his broad shoulders once more.  "Ah been around mah own people too long tah change fer you surfacers, but ah reckon ah can give yah words some thought. Dhough ah would offer dhis counter; life hurts and if'n folks do be offended by bluntness dhey probably do no be ready fer when life really drops dah Stone on dhem."  Looking around,  Ty managed to find his oantsbwhich was good enough for him.  "Ah reckon ah could use ah break," he commented, tugging them on while trying to find a comfortable way to position his erection.  "As long as yah do be expectin' me to be getting in dah water dhat is.  Dwarves do no be swimmers."

As soon as Scarlett started to slip off the shelves, she fully expected to crash down onto the floor. Her body was already tensed and bracing for the impact when she surprisingly landed against someone behind her instead. “Oh uh, hi, thanks.” she said in surprise. 

She got herself down and adjusted her sweatshirt a little before looking up at the shelf she’d been reaching for. “I didn’t put it up there, some professor or tall TA or someone did. I just need the stuff for class.” Scarlett looked down at the box that had crashed onto the floor instead of her. “I’m pretty sure the stuff in there will be fine after the fall.” She crouched down and pulled out one of the suture practice kits from the box, “Yep, these aren’t too fragile.”

Winter thought over his offer. Considering the circumstances of this week she didn’t have to do anything but indulge in whatever she’d like of him. However she rather likes Ty and a treat for him wouldn’t be undeserved.

Winter began unzipping her dress with magic and slipping it off her shoulders as their conversation continued.

“That’s too bad. The rituals are certainly something to behold. So much fire and magic, it’s thrilling,” she casually commented. Though it wasn’t surprising that a Dwarf might be too busy in his mines. All the while she slipped off her clothes until she stood in lingerie, stockings and heels. Winter was not the least bit uncomfortable or shameful about her partial or full nakedness. She was far too lustful for that.

“Better?” she asked after she used magic to fold and place her dress on a nearby table.

Ty's eyebrow rose when he noticed Celine's dress started to slip down off her shoulders on its own.  He knew she was a witch so that didn't surprise him.  What did surprise him was that she actually decided to follow through with his request.

He laughed at her comment about fire and magic, shaking his head.  "Fire an' magic do be rather frequent tings in da Holds.  All o' our best products are forged in dah fiery lifeblood o' dah world.  But ah reckon ah get what yah do be gettin' act."  Once the woman had finished stripping and setting aside her dress, Ty gave her a rather deliberate once over.  "Aye.  But yah knew ah would cause yah know yah look good."

“There’s something to be said for living on the edge,” she said. “That fine line between pleasure and pain.” She chuckled a little bit, and her eyes sparkled slightly, as she raised a brow at him. 

“That’s probably true,” she said. “But, I can’t say I’m angry about the spell, right now.” She chuckled a little bit, toying with the ends of her hair. “Tell me,” she said. “If you weren’t out here hitting me with the whip, what would you do if we met? Properly?”

"Ah can see dhat.  It do no be ah common ting amongst dwarves, but ah ain't really ah common dwarf."  The man chuckled as he crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrow rising slightly.  He might not completely get surfacers but there was something in the way she looked at him that caught him off guard.

"Oh?  Yah like dah fact dhat it made me come whip yah or are yah just meanin' dhat it made us meet?"  Something in her mannerisms had him cock ing his head to the side, wondering if this was what upworlder flirting looked like.  "Ah reckon it do be dependin' on what dah circumstance do be,  but ah reckon ah do be offerin' yah ah drink tah start.  Dependin' on how tings went ah might even ask if'n yah be wantin' tah fuck."