What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Between playing with Erebos and talks of pleasantries, Zavien waited patiently for the right moment. The festival still milled around them, but a small lull opened in the conversation, a pause that gave opportunity for the announcement he'd had in mind. He took a breath to rally himself, pulling his attention away from the toddler's antics to look at Deimos. There wasn't any hesitancy or quiet secrecy in his voice, but a calm casualness. "I wanted to let you know before word got around..."
His eyes lifted to the people around them as if the news had somehow already spread despite the recent decision and lack of a formal announcement. Nothing indicated otherwise as he continued on, tilting his head. "With Dahlia gone and the city cleansed, I'll be stepping in to lead Stormbreak, which means we might get more chances to work together." At least, that would be his hope if the Warden was amicable to the idea - and the bright smile on his face made it very clear that it was something Zavien would appreciate.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
Erebos had kept himself wildly entertained with his new Ludo duck, squeezing it hoarse, and the high pitch only bothered Deimos initially, until he could tune it out. He was half-tempted to throw the thing and see if the toddler would fetch it back and forth on short distances, but eventually the youth tired of his own antics, and had long since attached himself to his father’s left leg, little arms wrapped around and head tilting against pants as if utilizing it for a pillow. It made listening to Zavien easier, but he knew eventually they’d have to wind themselves straight back to Halo.
The other man’s announcement though was a surprise, and his eyes widened slightly at the news. He’d only briefly talked to Sohalia about alterations made in Stormbreak, but he’d presumed she’d be taking the mantle again, of which he’d been quite mistaken. The inquiry lingered in his mind, but he smiled, a small one, instead of launching into the intricacies. He of all people knew what it was like to suddenly have the mantle thrust upon them, and daunting tasks in sight. “Congratulations.” Though whether or not Zavien would want such an imposing labor and title didn’t make it past his teeth either. “That would be fine by me. We have items for trade as well.” If Stormbreak ever wanted to get around to those parts. “What are you working on presently?”
It was nice to have a surprise not be laden with doom or dread, and he had to grin at the expression he'd never seen on the Warden's face. The man who was so unfazed by everything hadn't expected his announcement - he doubted anyone had. However, the reception was appreciated and Zavien laughed, running a hand through his hair as he unknowingly echoed Deimos's sentiments. "Thank you, although I don't know if it's something to celebrate quite yet." Whether he would be good at the role or if he'd made a terrible mistake in all of this.
Regardless, he was in the thick of it now, talks of trade and cooperation taking the forefront as he nodded. "Good to know. I'll keep that in mind." Zavien turned a little more serious - although no less passioned - while he considered his council meeting and what had been placed on the agenda for the coming months. "The city's been through a lot. Our first priority will be rebuilding. We already have plans to repair the Tower, but there are plenty of other areas that need attention." He looked at Erebos's sleepy face, smiling softly. "Once we get that situated, we'll look closer at our other capabilities - to keep history from repeating itself."
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
Deimos tilted his head, giving a hapless shrug at the notions of ‘celebrations’. He and Evie had come into the power and might of Halo abruptly, and it’d been a race towards two wars and everything necessary, vital, and potent in between. At least Zavien would have the small luxuries of peace while he tried to forge something out of the rubble and ruin of Stormbreak – since there’d likely be hordes of things to unwind and unfurl from Dahlia’s unfortunate tenure. “It is more of a sink or swim kind of position.” Zavien was probably already figuring that out for himself.
He could fathom most hadn’t gone to Stormbreak once Dahlia’s wrath and rage had been unfurled – not daring, given the level of danger impacting the surroundings, the refugees bounding for elsewhere. And other regions had been bearing enough on their own plates – not many had been left untouched by the Family’s claws. But the rest had been busy since, ensuring repairs and damage righted – Stormbreak hadn’t had such luxuries. So he listened, nodding along in understanding. “Of course. Let me know if you need assistance with anything. My guild can come over too and clean out any lurking creatures you might have.” While the floating isle had been cleansed, it didn’t mean resident monsters hadn’t taken root when everyone else was busy with the multitudes.
He chuckled at the apt description, fully aware of the list of tasks already raising the waters around him, not that it had started to bother him yet. "Good thing I know how to swim." That being said, even the strongest swimmer could be drowned by the waves in a storm. Zavien just had to hope that the calm currents didn't suddenly change to something more overwhelming.
As simple as it was, Zavien found himself validated by Deimos's approval, to have a leader confirm that his line of thinking was correct even if it seemed obvious. His smile was a little brighter, a new drop of confidence strengthening him as he considered the offer. "Thanks. Any help would be appreciated. I'll see what reports we have on creatures that might need dealing with." It was weird to be talking about work and reports and all the 'leader' things that he hadn't quite gotten a handle of, but it felt right.
His eyes roamed to the toddler again, watching as his dark mop of hair nodded, his mouth parting in the draw of sleep. Zavien shook his head, not hiding his amused grin or the way he looked for where Lena might have wandered. "Until then, I think Erebos might already be asleep, and I left a very pretty woman to herself. I just wanted to pass the news." Any other matters of business could wait for another time when festivities weren't in progress.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
The currents of the position were quite different though, given any day – what once seemed like an easygoing tide could flood and exhaust an individual in a sudden torrent. But he didn’t let that settle into the conversation; likely Zavien already knew the capabilities of such overbearing mantles.
But long before the newfound sovereign mentioned his son, Deimos was picking him up from the threshold of his pant leg, the youth already limp and done in with the evening’s festivities. A short iteration and interval then – the conversation already swinging towards other necessities. “Sure. Good luck.” At least repose had found the lands, even if its leaders might not have felt the same.
