From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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10-27-2020, 09:16 PM (This post was last modified: 10-27-2020, 09:22 PM by Deimos.)
DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me for I have burned too many times
Despite the entanglements with local wildlife, their ventures had been successful. Not quite a victory, not quite a triumph, but a step in the right accord, in the final directions. Gratitude towards those who’d tried, who’d failed, who’d sought, who’d persisted, despite not needing to, was a silent gesture, but one readily applied within his mettle, bones, and determination, and he’d bow his head to any of them who’d given it an earnest effort. Just as they’d done so many other times, for so many other people.
He followed the directions outlined, granted, and given from Chulane, and from others who’d wandered into the formation. Ordinarily, upon arrival, he would’ve speculated, scrutinized, pondered, and studied – but those matters could wait. If he was struck down from some other unforeseen thing in his haste to reach the waterfall, then so be it.
At least he’d strive to make it there first.
Zuriel tucked quickly behind them as swifter measures darted behind the rush of roaring water, to the aforementioned archway, to the slots already filled. A breath was taken at the sight of all of them, and then to the empty thresholds. Carefully, the Sword placed the flowers within his grasp, two – one from Bastien, one from Raza – into the dedicated space, and hoped it would be enough.
the sea can't harm me for I have been drowning all my life
This had seemed a hopeless endeavour, at first; Morgan was glad to know that even though the cure had been administered for most, there was a chance for the few left behind to recover their health too. Sunjata there as well per their arrangement, and a selection of guards, she went with Deimos to place the last lilies.
Nate's vision was troubling, but she had no idea how much stock to put in it. The Voice, after all, had reason to muddy the truth, to cast aspersions against the Old God's plans; that said, the Goddess had also healed all, not just her own, and was currently alright in Morgan's estimations. It was hard to know with the Gods, but she believed enough in the Voice's intentions to take the warning seriously.
As Deimos placed the lilies she drew her hammer and motioned for her guards to be ready, just in case.
all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
The more time he spends here the more he wishes he were home. But arrangements were arrangements, and Sunjata’s shown if only to keep it as the newly appointed governor. Nate had a vision and while Sunjata had erred on the side of caution for completing it, he was healthy now and was there really something else to stop him? Nope, not presently anyway.
A nod is given to Deimos and Sunjata moves to prepare himself just in case — reaching out for the armored plates or his dragon shift and letting it cover his arms and neck, creeping down along his chest and back. Should the need arise, he hopes he’s prepared, though he can’t help the way his gaze constantly seems to drift toward Deimos, silently wondering how he might react to it.
For Sunjata it had been an electric spark, a sizzle that killed the illness within him. What would this cure be like for Deimos?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.