#samuel/blasius

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req #3 ft. samuel/blasius (OC)! whoever requested my KCD OC i hope you know i'm kissing you on the mouth this request did get a bit of a priority on my list because well you don't get ppl asking about your OC every day. the rest is coming soon tho o7

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equo ne credite, samuel/oc (blasius)

Horsing around, and something as tender as a bruise. Set in 1402, before the events of KCD2.

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“Hah,” Samuel grunted. “Fuck.”

Blasius looked up from counting groschen he’d won the night before inquisitively. Samuel barging into their shared room was hardly an oddity, but him gripping the door with a winded breath was a less common occurrence. 

“Getting too old for the stairs?”

Samuel pointed a sharp glare in his direction before trudging towards his own bed and collapsing on it. “Your prized cow kicked me again,” he bristled. He lifted his tunic carefully, revealing a wide, developing bruise on his hip. Blasius, more alert now, crossed the room in two steps to crouch in front of Sam. He nearly reached for the mottled skin before remembering himself quietly, like a coward.

“I told you,” he hummed, voice infuriatingly mild as he rummaged through his travel bag. “He hates being fed a kosher diet.” 

Basheer, his beloved bay Arabian, was a fickle beast at best, a fiend at worst. He was a content creature with Blasius’ ever-changing horizons, filled to brim with wanderlust almost as much as his owner. Though recently, Blasius’ unusually prolonged stay at Kuttenberg had started making the animal feel restless. Samuel, by extension, was bearing the brunt of it.

“Farshiltn vildeh khayah,” he winced, undoubtedly venting his frustrations at the horse as he gingerly touched the bruise.

Blasius tossed a calendula ointment from hand to hand as he returned to Samuel’s side. He took a seat next to him on the bed, tutting sharply at Sam when he failed to raise the tunic high enough. Exasperated, Samuel rolled it up higher as Blasius’ long, slender fingers carefully spread the orange ointment over the discloured skin. Smooth, warm. Almost as mottled with want as Blasius himself.

“You’ve been hanging out with my mame for too long.” Sam noted as he regarded the careful, tender motion. 

Blasius snorted. “You could do with some mothering.”

His glee, however, was cut short as he stood up and his knee made a noticeable ‘crack’ in the quiet of the room. He froze for a moment before catching Samuel’s face bloom with a barely suppressed shit-eating grin. 

“Not a word,” he warned.

“By the sound of it, I think you might be fit for the job,” Samuel laughed. Blasius shot him an unamused glare.

“Mind your manners, boy,” Blasius hissed, but it did little to assuage Sam’s unrepentant laughter.

Samuel let himself collapse on the bed with an exhale as he regarded the cartographer again. Though, instead of retiring back behind his desk, he watched Blasius gather up Samuel’s sleeping shirt from the floor—watched, but didn’t expect him to make for the door with it.

“Oy!” Samuel shot up. “Where the fuck are you going with that?”

Blasius didn’t slow down. “Feeding your tunic to Basheer,” he called over his shoulder, letting the door thud shut behind him.

Samuel swore colorfully and scrambled after him, barefoot and cursing.

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(OC) blasius (+samuel) sketch page

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he refuses to wear glasses until samuel catches him squinting at his books for the 74th time (detail under cut)

his face and crumbs on his stupid face + ars moriendi as light reading

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remember that one time julian wrote a ficlet where samuel couldn’t sleep, and henry ended up chasing down samuel’s mysterious contact / cartographer / part time herbalist to get a sleeping decoction recipe? just so he could brew it himself and help samuel with his insomnia? yeah. that one.

well, now i'm expanding the lore thanks to brushes with death DLC.

mandrake was historically used as a heavy duty sleep inducing component and a strong sedative, considering it was used to assist surgeries as a soporific and anaesthetic. the most commonly used species, mandragora officinarum, grows in the mediterranean and southern balkans. in croatia, it's found only in the southeastern region around dubrovnik — historically, the republic of ragusa! which just so happens to be where blasius is from.

i think it’s basically fate that its natural habitat is so specific. it makes perfect sense that blasius, growing up there, would know the plant well and be familiar with its medicinal uses (and there's a lot to be said about dubrovnik's pharmaceutical history in itself).

mandrake is very dangerous — get the dosage wrong and it can kill someone. so it tracks that only experienced herbalists would work with it, and that decoctions made from it would be rare and expensive. the idea that blasius is one of those rare people with the knowledge and skill to use mandrake safely fits perfectly, especially in the context of him using it to help samuel.

so yeah. now that the in-game mandrake decoction is canon, i’m declaring it fate that it ties directly into that ficlet and their dynamic.

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Blasius de Petragna — a wandering cartographer

My take on a KCD2 OC; an unconventional, wandering cartographer.

Born in the maritime Republic of Ragusa, Blasius de Petragna (Blaž Petronić) grew up among scholars and seafarers, developing an early aptitude for mathematics and cartography. His skills led him to Majorca, where he trained under Jewish cartographers in the Majorcan cartographic school, mastering the art of portolan charts. There, he refined his knowledge of the craftmanship, gaining a reputation as a meticulous and sharp mapmaker.

Yet, for all his intellect, Blasius harbors a rather simple vice—an addiction for gambling, particularly farkle. What began as a casual pastime soon became an obsession, one that left him both admired and indebted. His sharp mind, so adept at calculating distances, comically often faltered at the roll of the dice.

Seeking fresh opportunities and perhaps an escape from financial ruin, Blasius traveled to Bohemia in the late 1300s and settled there by 1400s, settling in Kuttenberg. The city's thriving Jewish community, known for its scholarly pursuits, drew him in. Here, he found work drafting maps for nobles and merchants while exchanging knowledge with Jewish scholars well-versed in astronomy and navigation.

Blasius spends much of his time in the Jewish quarter, engaged in animated discussions or placing eccentric bets (such as drawing an opponent’s house as the grandest in the village if he lost— this has resulted in some comical maps circulating the Bohemian markets). Despite his gambling habits, his expertise remains in high demand, earning him the patronage of influential figures who valued his precision, especially by the Kuttenberg's city councilors. Besides the city officials, he finds himself often lending his skills to his friends Samuel and John II of Liechtenstein for the purposes of mapping out the city's underground.

By the time of KCD2, Blasius is in his late thirties. Unknown to Henry, he is the author of the maps he uses to navigate the Trosky and Kuttenberg regions.