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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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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You see the things they never see All you wanted I could be
The work of putting together the lean tos made Noah's muscles warm and the ache that had gathered in his body from their long jurney stretch out. Noah gave the last hide a firm tug, testing the knots until they held fast against the wind. Satisfied, he stepped back. He rolled his shoulders, easing the stiffness from them, and glanced toward Deimos as the Warden spoke. The assessment earned a brief nod of agreement.
At the mention of the water troughs, he moved to join Deimos without fuss, already eyeing the braziers and mentally calculating how close the heat could safely be without spooking the herd. He knew Deimos was doing the same. So under the Warden's direciton, Noah helped move and set up the last of the installments for the luxere's temprary enclosure.
Noah helps Deimos
Now you know me and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am
Marcus sank the last post into the frozen ground with more effort than he wanted to admit, arms trembling as the hammer struck. Every muscle ached. The journey, the cold, the constant vigilance—it all sat heavy in his bones, a reminder that he wasn’t built like the seasoned warriors around him.
Deimos’ voice carried over the enclosure, steady and decisive, and Marcus lifted his head just in time to see him gesture toward the remaining tasks. Marcus swallowed, exhaustion tugging at the seasm of him, then turned toward the sleds anyway. Amhran was already there, and somehow that made it easier. "I’ll help with the feed," he offered, voice rough from cold and singing and sheer fatigue.
The more difficult aspects were the braziers; the proximity of fire and the necessity of it to keep the troughs from freezing over. Though the luxere eyed them warily, the Sword and Sentinel kept steady work and progress throughout – and the dispersal of the food ensured the reindeer were easily distracted once there were more hay and apples.
Thereafter, they could survey the expanse: a herd comfortable and content, the quiet munching of hay and apples, the constant beauty and tranquility of the springs nearby. It was a serene scene, and after all the work they’d done, something akin to a hard-fought accomplishment. “Well done to each of you, and thank you for all the help,” he nodded, finally allowing another smile to appear. “We have all earned a feast and some rest – if any of you want dinner, it is on me,” to at least ensure everyone was well fed – or they could quietly disperse their way to home and shelter, content in their achievements. Later, he’d send out others to monitor and feed the herd once more, but for now, they could bask in one more venture completed.
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Thank you for the hard work over many tasks! The PQ is complete!
