Mage, Beware!
Timestamp: 86th of Ashan, 716
Location: Bram’s Home, Midtown
“That was nice,” Bram murmured, and nipped playfully at Sabine’s flushed neck.
She laughed and dismounted, falling into the soft sheets next to her bedmate. “Nice? That’s all I get?”
“How about really nice?”
“Oh, shut up.” She thwacked his bare chest with the back of her hand.
“I’d arrest you for that, but I’m too damn tired,” he said. His brown eyes danced with amusement as Sabine stuck her tongue out in response.
“Right, because you worked so hard.” She smirked and dragged the sheets up and over their waists.
The two lay in silence for a moment to catch their breath. Sabine’s head rested against Bram’s chest, while he leaned casually against the bed’s head board with a self-congratulatory expression.
Slowly but surely, the rush began to fade and reality drifted back into the picture. Sabine sighed, shifted away from Bram, and propped herself up with her right elbow. She trailed a finger lazily down her companion’s bicep. “So, tell me about The Iron Hand. Anything interesting?”
Her relationship with Bram was… non-traditional. The pair had known each other practically since Sabine’s family had moved to Andaris. They had become on-and-off lovers several arcs later under the influence of terrible ale and far too much sexual tension.
As the two grew older, they found themselves in bed together less and less. Bram had been a Squire when they had first met and, through gruelling training and hard work, had finally managed to work his way up to the title of Moseke Knight. Between the requirements of his profession and Sabine’s family situation, the two had slowly drifted apart.
It was only recently, when Sabine took on her role of journalist for the Rynmere Gazette, that she realized it might be helpful to have ears inside The Iron Hand – someone who might be able to help her keep tabs on the city’s latest events and scandals.
And so, the arrangement was made – though neither of them spoke of it so explicitly. Sabine would come by every ten trials or so, the two would sleep together, and Bram would drop a few pieces of news or rumour that he’d been privy to.
“Hm… we’ve been cracking down on illegal arcana,” Bram said.
Sabine frowned. “What does that mean?”
He closed his eyes. “It means we’re arresting every rogue arcana user we can find. We’ve already thrown a few in the dungeon. I can’t imagine they’ve got much hope in Court, what with them not having a permit.”
“Why the sudden push for arrests?”
“The city’s up in arms about the recent attacks," he said. "Between Lord Quincy Andaris and the ‘Conduit of Ruin’ incident… Well, let’s just say we want to find the culprits and keep the city safe.”
A shiver ran down Sabine’s spine in response to Bram’s words, and the hairs on her arms rose. She didn’t like arcana – at least, she didn’t like what little she knew of it. The few encounters she’d had with arcana users were, for the most part, particularly unpleasant experiences.
For once, she actually agreed with the Kingdom’s restrictions. Rogue mages were a danger to more than just themselves. They had started infringing on the rights of others, and they needed to be stopped.
Location: Bram’s Home, Midtown
“That was nice,” Bram murmured, and nipped playfully at Sabine’s flushed neck.
She laughed and dismounted, falling into the soft sheets next to her bedmate. “Nice? That’s all I get?”
“How about really nice?”
“Oh, shut up.” She thwacked his bare chest with the back of her hand.
“I’d arrest you for that, but I’m too damn tired,” he said. His brown eyes danced with amusement as Sabine stuck her tongue out in response.
“Right, because you worked so hard.” She smirked and dragged the sheets up and over their waists.
The two lay in silence for a moment to catch their breath. Sabine’s head rested against Bram’s chest, while he leaned casually against the bed’s head board with a self-congratulatory expression.
Slowly but surely, the rush began to fade and reality drifted back into the picture. Sabine sighed, shifted away from Bram, and propped herself up with her right elbow. She trailed a finger lazily down her companion’s bicep. “So, tell me about The Iron Hand. Anything interesting?”
Her relationship with Bram was… non-traditional. The pair had known each other practically since Sabine’s family had moved to Andaris. They had become on-and-off lovers several arcs later under the influence of terrible ale and far too much sexual tension.
As the two grew older, they found themselves in bed together less and less. Bram had been a Squire when they had first met and, through gruelling training and hard work, had finally managed to work his way up to the title of Moseke Knight. Between the requirements of his profession and Sabine’s family situation, the two had slowly drifted apart.
It was only recently, when Sabine took on her role of journalist for the Rynmere Gazette, that she realized it might be helpful to have ears inside The Iron Hand – someone who might be able to help her keep tabs on the city’s latest events and scandals.
And so, the arrangement was made – though neither of them spoke of it so explicitly. Sabine would come by every ten trials or so, the two would sleep together, and Bram would drop a few pieces of news or rumour that he’d been privy to.
“Hm… we’ve been cracking down on illegal arcana,” Bram said.
Sabine frowned. “What does that mean?”
He closed his eyes. “It means we’re arresting every rogue arcana user we can find. We’ve already thrown a few in the dungeon. I can’t imagine they’ve got much hope in Court, what with them not having a permit.”
“Why the sudden push for arrests?”
“The city’s up in arms about the recent attacks," he said. "Between Lord Quincy Andaris and the ‘Conduit of Ruin’ incident… Well, let’s just say we want to find the culprits and keep the city safe.”
A shiver ran down Sabine’s spine in response to Bram’s words, and the hairs on her arms rose. She didn’t like arcana – at least, she didn’t like what little she knew of it. The few encounters she’d had with arcana users were, for the most part, particularly unpleasant experiences.
For once, she actually agreed with the Kingdom’s restrictions. Rogue mages were a danger to more than just themselves. They had started infringing on the rights of others, and they needed to be stopped.