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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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The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
Her statement gave over to his usual trepidations and apprehension about the world at large – because, unfortunately, he’d experienced multitudes of the waking and traumatic ambushes. “I think they could be vulnerable.” They didn’t have anything protecting them outright, except for their own harsh climate – and even then, that might not dissuade the most audacious of Family members or their infected. “Even in Deepfrost, if someone is determined…,” he let the thought end there, brows furrowing as he cleaned up another portion of ice, frost, and rime. “Something will likely need to be done.” Because if one was the enemy, wouldn’t they want to take out the possibility of their victims being cleansed and healed?
He gave a long sigh, all the amusements he’d employed here disappearing quickly. “The Grounds and Torchline have made efforts to block the void from coming into certain areas. We may have to do that, if everyone comes to an agreement.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead The rising of the horns, ahead
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Up until now, Rhiannon had been largely uninvolved in the planning of such feats, and she tilted her head as she listed to Deimos’s considerations, all the while continuing her shoveling and scraping along the road. Deimos’s leadership was one thing she admired about him. Some might simply dictate what their region was going to do. But the Sword wanted feedback and input from his constituents. It was, in Rhi’s opinion, what made him worth following.
”Blocking the Void from the Citadel should be the first priority,” she mused aloud, then cut her eyes to the side to glance at Deimos. ”Right?” After all, what good were their healing springs if there was no one left to use them?
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
He maneuvered along the road as the rest of them did, shoveling, pushing, throwing the snow around until their pathways were looking far better; listening all the while to Rhiannon’s own considerations. He’d rarely been the type to go all in with his own opinions; finding it better to listen than to fully conduct on impulse. It gave way to calculations, machinations, and predilections he may not have factored in – because not everyone thought the same way, nor experienced identical things. While his livelihoods had been paved with suspicion, danger, loss, and war, others could give way to much more beneficial occupations.
So he arched his brow, waiting for the fellow hybrid’s input. Amused by her point, then the inquiry, he nodded along. “Those are my thoughts. It will take some time, like most of them do.” It’d be another thing if they had that amount of allotted moments and opportunities. “But worth the efforts. Citadel first, then the Tundra.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead The rising of the horns, ahead
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Shoveling was boring work, but necessary, and it was work to which Rhiannon was well-suited, having grown up amongst the drifts of snow. Besides, if the road ahead of them was any indication, they were almost done. And Halo would be all the better for clear paths, which would mean that Rhi had done something - however small - to assist her home. Surely that was worth a little boredom.
Of course, having Deimos to talk to helped, and Rhi nodded along with the Warden’s thoughts on protecting their region. ”Well, however I can help, I will,” she said, grunting slightly as she moved a heavier mound of snow from the roadway. She might not be the strongest - not yet - but what she lacked in brute strength, she liked to think she made up for in enthusiasm and loyalty.
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
The finishing touches of the road came together as they all labored; through multitudes of snow movement, ice chiseling and melting, and fragments of incantations, eventually settled in with mounds of piles portions on the sides, and a fresh cleared pathway for Halovian citizens. And perhaps some confused soldiers, who still hadn’t figured out culprits amongst themselves.
But at the very least, it was complete for another juncture, and there was more to be done. Taking Rhiannon’s words at face value, the Warden nodded. “Thank you for the help. I will let you know when there is more to be done.” Which would be soon – and comprised of its own ventures.
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead The rising of the horns, ahead
