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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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a ship is safe in harbor but that's not what ships are for
Had Lena granted herself a little more leave and time away, she might have immediately scurried towards the massive quantity and quality of books. Fae stories were incredibly rare and difficult to surmise, and the opportunity to gather some into her hands and seek out the information was nearly too much to bear. Reservedly, all of this was kept quite under wraps – though she did buzz a little with excitement, the kind of way young children might have far too much energy preserved in their small forms. “I’ve heard all kinds of things about this place too,” she murmured, placing her basket down on a table, as if claiming themselves a spot. "Do you have some decent libraries in Halo?"
If they looked odd while searching around roots, she was used to bizarre looks, given Mittens as a whole. The companion, case in point, hovered over their now reserved table with a glance of hideous disdain towards anyone staring their way.
Hunting flowers, Rhiannon decided, would grow very old very fast. But she was here for a purpose, and that purpose was to find a rose to bring home to Halo, no matter how daunting the task or how rare the flower. The soldier wandered the Undercroft with Lena, breaking off every now and then to check around a corner or under a table. If she received any strange looks, she ignored them. She’d never really cared what others thought, anyway.
”We have the Arcane Academy,” she said as they searched. ”It has a decent library, I’m told.” But then, looking around, she had to concede that this was far more enchanting than the Academy library. ”Nothing quite like this,” she added. Not that she was one to spend much time among books. She might enjoy one every once in a while, but she was much more interested in doing things than reading about them.
No one likes a mad woman What a shame she went mad
a ship is safe in harbor but that's not what ships are for
Lena wondered if she was poor company, simply asking questions all the time, but she tried to keep the mood bright and maneuvering, rather than lumbering, cold, or despondent. There’d been enough of that going on lately.
So while Mittens guarded she searched, listening all the while. Halo likely had more than just the Arcane Academy to go off of, but she nodded just the same. Perhaps they wanted to keep their secrets. “Mm. We have a very large Collegium and Archive, but this has a certain charm and appeal.” Nothing austere; ancient in its own right, but amidst the trees, the roots, the oaks, held a much more fantastical and whimsical outlook.
Poor Lena was not, in fact, bad company - Rhiannon was. Uninterested in much more than to hunt down a flower and bring it home - or more than one, if she could manage it - she was not particularly keen on conversation. Still, she noticed that Lena was trying to keep their search lighthearted, and in appreciation of that effort, she said, "I've never seen your Collegium or Archive. What's it like?" At least that way, the poor woman had an excuse to keep talking, since Rhiannon had asked.
Leaving the abominable snowball behind at a table, Rhiannon meandered down pathways lined with books. Where she might have expected straight passages like in any other library, these routes meandered through root systems that were so ancient they felt like stone. It did, as Lena said, have its own charm and appeal.
No one likes a mad woman What a shame she went mad
a ship is safe in harbor but that's not what ships are for
“Very academic,” she winked, not minding the scholarly and cultured pursuits of either encompassing threshold, but it certainly left a lot to be desired on the endearing front. “Rows upon rows of books, on any subject you could think of.” Except, perhaps the void, as no one from ancient and arcane worlds seemed to have been doomed by such parasitic invaders.
But by and by, it seemed their search would yield nothing of fruit either. Or perhaps not absolutely naught; she had a notion to return here some other time, and tend to the illustrations, writing, and inscriptions. “Nothing here either,” didn’t come on a huff of breath, but had certainly started to bend more into fatigue. “Want to try one last area before we head out?” She was certain Rhiannon had places to go and a home to return to – and there would be more days ahead.
