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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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08-05-2025, 03:18 PM (This post was last modified: 08-05-2025, 03:26 PM by Deimos.)
Something about the center of this cosmic terror reminded him of the Draig – out there in the hollowed hills and mountains, battling for their lives amidst the frigid aches and pains of an unruly, chaotic semblance. What had twisted the mold between gods and heralds and mortals. Here, there likely would’ve been much the same – striving to ultimately alter the precarious balance they’d all fallen upon, ensuring Caido lived on while the Family did not.
But it was also dark, quiet, small; contained in finite granules instead of the unfurling summits. The Cordillera had been the top of the world, and this one was tiny, contained, a promise of things that would have ricocheted and spread into a thousand different arrangements.
His eyes scanned the floor, the cracks, the emptiness, still expecting something to come barreling out of a side chamber or a route they’d yet to uncover. He broke the silence with his deep rumble, a sigh to follow. You remember that weird dream? With the new, growing God somewhere down here?
It feels claustrophobic despite the fact that there’s multiple feet of empty space around them. It’s a strange sensation, like being watched despite there being absolutely zero things around them that would prove to be alive and around enough to notice. So Sunjata drifts along, hooves scraping against the stone floor, taking in the purple light and the space that looked like something had once been held down that no longer existed.
Heaving a quiet metal sigh back over to Deimos in agreement and a bit of apprehension, his ears flick back against his neck. Yeah. This looks like the perfect place for it, doesn’t it? He rumbles back, his annoyance knowing no bounds despite the content happiness of it being gone and no longer some centurion they had to face.
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.
It was odd to behold the very spaces dreams had conjured and shown. In some portions, perhaps Deimos had hoped that it’d been fragments of nothing but possibilities, rather than the humbling truth of the matter. But there it was, tangible and horrific, displaying only figments of what could’ve been. I am, once again, glad we did not have to fight down here. Too closed in. There wouldn’t have been any evasion from any other individuals from the Family, like Pierce, sliding in with his ability and forcing them to shut down every ounce of magic or shift in their frames.
And then what would it have been down to? Fists? Weapons? Luck and determination and then nothing at all?
The hound took another deep breath, wandering and meandering through the small, enclosed space, nose to the air and then to the ground. And that they took whatever this was with them. To likely inhabit some other distant world, and start the process again. Think they would ever return?
Humming a quiet note through the attuned bond of his agreement, the pegasus drifts further into the large cavern, head lowered and nostrils flaring at the debris left behind, as if he’d be able to get a whiff of what it was that left. If the power remained in the bones of the stone or if it had been solely swept up with the beast that had been taken with them, removed from Caido fully.
Hopefully not. At least parts of our lands are gonna be protected from them to start with, so that’ll help just in case they do. He says softly, a low hum of content that while his regional quest felt useless right now, it wasn’t all for nothing. Just on the off chance they got bored and restored Dahlia and all came back from the sky again.
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.
The notion to simply burn it all away sprung to his mind; but somewhere he doubted it’d be easily done. Sweeping flames through the room might’ve done nothing at all to the stone, or been engulfed in some miasma or gas they couldn’t see – so he tampered down the surge, the urge, to render it all to pieces. Maybe it would stay as a testament and monument to how easily Caido could be swept up in the reign of another, and how much they would have to defend it, time and time again.
Snorting at his own machinations, his nose shuffled across the floor, taking in vague, lingering scents but nothing too definite. True. I simply wondered if they would come back for unfinished business. But perhaps they’d been too irksome, too willing to fight for their right to remain as they were; instead of embedded into the Family. Do you still have that side effect from the void?
He continues to step through the open expanse, head lowered, nosing the debris left behind from where their awful, purple god had been chained if the debris had anything to say about it, the Flood pauses in his search to blink back over at the hellhound, ears perking forward before they swivel back. Maybe. Though if they’re smart they won’t. Given all that time to quietly prepare just in case? Yeah, they’d be stupid to come back and not expect that Caido would be safe from them and means to save themselves against them.
As for himself and the effect of the void? A mental sigh is sent over toward Deimos. Yeah, unfortunately. I asked Frey what it would take to get rid of it, but ultimately decided it was probably better to stay so we’d have an idea of who was infected. Even if it was horrifying to see when you were least expecting it.
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.
An argument about the Family’s mindset nettled in the back of his throat, but he considered it pointless soon thereafter – a houndish shrug to his shoulders maneuvering through. Given what had already happened to them, perhaps it didn’t much matter. But Deimos would always be slightly on guard, watching and waiting in the midst for something else to unravel.
The side effects of said void caused a brief arch of his brow, knowing the circumstances and calculations surrounding it – eyes going elsewhere, segmenting on more purple stone and the strange, emptiness of the small chamber. Maybe eventually there’d be naught more of it. When the creatures were extinguished. When everyone was cured. Whether it lingered long after would remain to be seen.
But he had no intentions of doing so here. I have seen enough, and he wrinkled his nose one last time at the room. This could have its own quandary of nightmares; of what could’ve been, of what should’ve scraped and clawed and probably mauled. At least, this time, they could retreat without tending to so many wounds.
