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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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My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The continued barrage of attacks, Colt’s arrow and Grimm’s claws treating it like a pin cushion, further the territorial aggression. Adrenaline spikes beyond pain, beyond sense even, and the beast’s strength is an impressive display as it lunges forward with an alarming reach, breaking free of the mire and the spikes that form behind it. This movement also leaves Liam’s arrow whispering past it again.
The allogator twists, rolling and snapping on fresh ground, trying to catch the cat atop it, never having signed up for a rodeo. It’s teeth don’t snag any paw or fur, but a guttural bellow of displeasure gives clear warning as the allogator rights itself and lifts its jagged head, assessing the threat its found itself surrounded with.
Colt doesn’t like the look in its eye, like it’s starting to think instead of just react. It’d been angry before, but now it’s furious, and that grants it a new calm that reads more deadly than anything so far. And yet, it still seems little worse for the wear. ”I’m going to try to blind it!” Colt advises everyone, reaching down for the knife she sharpened in Torchline, the one between her boot and pantleg. An arrow would have worked, but her arm could use the break, and there’s no sense in doing this if she doesn’t do it right. Frey wanted her to use what she had sharpened herself, not what the quiver does. So Colt flicks open her blade and sends it towards the allogator’s closest eye, hoping to remove some ability for it to savage them, a lucky escape they’ve had thus far.
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
The allogator rips free of her hold, dodging all the earthen spikes that stab up from the ground. Frustration and indignation flash bright across Nova's face, her hands slapping down to grip the branch as she releases her hold on the magic. "Hey! Stay still!"
Determined to see this thing through and prove that she's better than the allogator they face, Nova takes a deep, seething breath and scrunches her face. She reaches out a hand again, leaning forward with a new and furious intensity. Earth magic rises up again, splitting open the ground beneath the allogator to drop it into a jagged pit of rock and stone.
Nova uses earth magic to try and trap the allogator in a pit of despair sharp earth.
Earth Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control earth within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
In a furious twisting of limbs and strangled snarls, Grimm and the allogator are torn apart. He rolls off into the dirt to land back on his paws, webbed feet scraping for purchase as he pivots. Instincts have him facing off the beast again, refusing to leave his back exposed or let the prey escape, and when he has the allogator in his sights again, he's already in a low crouch, violence gleaming in the gold of his eyes.
His ears perk at Colt's plan. He's not sure blinding it is going to do anything but piss it off, but he decides to let her take charge, taking a back seat as the distraction.
Grimm lets out a deafening roar, slashing out his front leg with claws splayed wide. He aims for the eyes and mouth, intending to burst an eye or knock some of the intelligence from its glare. One way or another, he plans to do damage.
Grimm roars and swipes a paw at the allogator's face to assist in blinding it.
Liam cursed as his shot missed again. This wasn't working. A plain old bow and arrows weren't going to cut it, not against this monstrosity of an allogator. And it seemed like the others were faring just as poorly; all they'd managed to do as a group thus far was piss the creature off. It rolled and snapped, dislodging Grimm, and as Colt yelled out a plan to try and blind it, Liam hissed a breath of frustration, unsure that that was going to do much to help them.
Still, he wasn't going to let her go close-quarters alone, so he quickly pulled the bow over his head, hoping the string that snapped against his chest wouldn't break in the melee that would follow, and drew his sword. Metal gleamed in the sunlight as he rushed towards the allogator's hind end, hoping that, with the others distracting it at the head, he might be able to sneak in a slashing attack at its tail.
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Liam rushes towards the allogator and slashes at its tail with his sword!
Oakblade | When sheathed, this longsword feels as light as a feather, but upon being unsheathed, it instantly adjusts its weight to the wearer’s intent, allowing for devastatingly heavy strikes.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Her aim has improved with practice, and that includes throwing daggers outside of bars and made up games with Safrin children. Colt’s knife, the one she sharpened on her own to see the requirements of how to bring a fine edge to something, well it sails and sinks into the allogator’s left eye. It might be armored, but some places stay soft, and something sharp can cut deeper when it’s got free access.
The creature’s response is immediate, it’s body thrashing wildly to the side in pain, a deep-throated rumble that’s part hiss and just part vibration, rolls through the woods. His motion is what keeps him free of Nova’s pit, but his frenzy lashes his tail against the spines she creates, dragging against his hide with enough bite to send him snapping back the other way. Grimm connects with him again, claws sinking into the other eye, fully rendering the beast blind.
Whether this is better or not remains to be seen, as now there’s just a wild set of teeth on legs unleashed upon them. Its teeth angle and reach for any part of Grimm, but disoriented with its new darkness, it can’t find him, and is fully unaware that it saved it’s own tail with it’s rampage, Liam’s sword sinking only into soil.
”Oh fuck,” Colt mutters, because while she accomplished her goal, this thing still seems like it’s got energy to spare, and Grimm might have nine lives in that shape, but she’s pretty sure he must have already spent a few to dodge some maiming thus far. Blinding the giant toad had work so well, it seemed like a good idea, but this feels like a hose set down on full blast with no one to hold it anymore, except the hose will kill you.
Stronger. They need something more than what they have, because it’s only a matter of time before they get too tired to keep this up, enough close calls already happening. She chews on her lip, deciding maybe now’s the time to play what she keeps up her sleeve. Instinct still has her strumming a starlit strand, but she stills herself before the vibration of the ability can fully settle. She’d told herself she’d never call on him again, and where there’d once been trust and safety, her reflex is wrong, and she knows better. Sunjata is where her mind goes next, but given what’s between them still, she doesn’t pull on him either. A spirit, or a god, maybe, because it seems channeling is an annoyance in some degree to the demigods, and this isn’t truly a crisis yet, just circling it.
She doesn’t wanna see it nosedive though, and if there’s anyone out there that could help them end this sooner than later, she knows just the one to summon. ”I’m going to channel Ronin!” she calls out to everyone, already reaching to dial him. ”He’ll blast it, don’t be in his way,” she advises, and waits until everyone has made their next moves, which could include some attacks as well as scurrying to safety, before she sends her channel out.
Colt channels Ronin to blast
1/2 channels Leafchange 320
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit during a time of crisis (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channeling to increase power.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Nova's face is turning an unusual shade of red, her lips pinching so much that she might be cutting off the oxygen supply. The white star freckles across her cheeks stand out more with the color, her pink and blonde hair nearly floating around her face as anger floods from her in tiny waves of magic.
Letting out a low, guttural growl, Nova snaps her hand into a fist, shoving it down with such force that she nearly tips off the branch. Pillars of water appear above the beast spinning into spirals that crystalize into dense ice that she pushes down, determined to pierce through the allogator's hide and pin it to the ground where she can teach it a lesson in manners.
Nova tries to skewer the allogator into the ground with her water magic!
Water Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control water within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Both hits land, effectively blinding the allogator in a splash of blood. He bares his teeth, letting a rumbling snarl filter through as he watches the creature struggle against the onslaught of attacks. It's bloody and blind, but Grimm has no misconceptions about how much more there is to go. The allogator doesn't even appear to be tiring, thrashing wildly to get in a hit wherever it can.
Colt's voice filters through the chaos again, giving him ample warning to get in and out. He doesn't hesitate, paw reaching out to swipe at the beast again, but this time, he aims for the side of the head, hoping to stun it enough that as he jumps back, it doesn't have the capacity to follow.
Grimm slashes another attack at the allogator's face then backs off for whatever Colt has planned.
The blow missed the allogator's tail as it thrashed, now fully blinded by the efforts of Colt and Grimm. Nova's shards also managed to do some damage, leaving Liam snarling with frustration. Everyone else was doing their part, so why couldn't he? Colt called out, and Liam thought about channeling with her, but the situation was not yet so dire that it felt necessary.
Instead, adjusting his grip and tugging the sword from the dirt, he quickly lunged again, this time hoping to stab into the allogator's massive thigh. Then, yanking back the blade, he stepped away, heeding Colt's warning to get out of the way. When Ronin showed up, it would only be for a few seconds - just enough to send some kind of attack towards the creature, hopefully - and Liam didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. He retreated back amongst the trees, sword still drawn, and ducked behind one to wait.
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Liam attacks with his sword, then gets out of the way.
Oakblade | When sheathed, this longsword feels as light as a feather, but upon being unsheathed, it instantly adjusts its weight to the wearer’s intent, allowing for devastatingly heavy strikes.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
welcome to the playground, follow me tell me your nightmares and fantasies
It's not Colt's fault. She doesn't know it's not a good season to channel Ronin Taliesin, not under ordinary circumstances but definitely not when he's got two newborns to feel a Really Normal Amount of protective towards. Any other time? A pleasure. Today? Well.
Suffice to say, it could have been an allogator, a black dragon, or Caido themselves; every single one would have received the same treatment when he appears. (Even if Colt hadn't been channelling for assistance in a fight - but luckily she is).
Six orbs of radiant fire blaze around the White Knight like an off-kilter halo, and he appears, barefoot in a pair of blue tartan pajama pants, eyes tired and hair in desperate need of a comb. A glowing crown of stag antlers casts his expression - exhausted and vaguely bemused - into sharp relief, but he unleashes the firebolts at the allogator before giving himself much of a chance to understand the situation.
And whether or not it hits, his response is the same. "Lose my number. My kids were napping. You owe me."
Then he's gone.
Ronin blasts the allogator with six Radiant Firebolts!
Magic: Once More With Feeling | Twice per combat (e.g. KQs, PQ+s, PVP) Ronin may use two actions in one turn.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Feat
Magic: Radiant Firebolts | Ronin may summon radiant energy as a fiery projectile. Control is excellent, and multiple projectiles may be created at once. (In quests or other combat situations requiring dice rolling, only 3 firebolts may be created per post). Range: 60ft
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
Magic: Now You! | When Ronin successfully hits a target, the next ally who posts gains advantage on their attack.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic | Cost: Feat
Regional Score bonus: +21 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +21 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.
sink into the wasteland underneath stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The ice that Nova fires out doesn’t quite fulfill its intended effect, unable to fully cleave through the beast’s hide and pin it. It does sink through the outer layers of scale though, delivering another smattering of damage that is beginning to stack against the allogator’s patience, bit by bit enduring harm and failure for its reach.
Grimm’s skippity pap connects with a solid force against the allogator’s head, and whether stunned or not, it stills, mouth gaping, as if it means to provide a threatening display of teeth to ward off these continued attacks. Swinging from wild movement to stillness, other than the continued rumble of warning in its throat. It’d be a mistake to think it tired, although these are beasts meant for lazing. Instead, it’s trying to lure them in. Working through other senses now that the blind reality has sunk in.
Its tail snaps, body lurching slightly as Liam’s blade hacks through some of the outer layer, the force of the strike felt more than the sever. Not close enough to it’s teeth though, it continues to wait. It waits, until it is nearly decimated.
Ronin’s six bolts so thoroughly damage the creature that it smokes faintly in the aftermath of the searing light. A rumble that they cannot hear, but can feel, pours out as the allogator succumbs to agony and risk. It lumbers forward again, its movements slow, scaled charred, and it seems to be trying to haul itself to the shore now, where water serves it better than land. To escape, or to finally get the upper hand, remains to be seen.
She only has a moment, but she can tell immediately that she’s made the wrong choice in terms of avoiding disruption yet again. Ronin looks like hell, enough bags beneath his eyes to send him on holiday for a month. She winces, sucking air through her teeth in an apology that doesn’t quite make it out as the six shots from him flare out and strike true. It’s so bright for a moment she has to glance away beneath the shield of a hand, and by the time Ronin’s voice has hit her and she can look up again, he’s gone. The aftermath of the allogator is well worth it though, because it looks like toast now. ”That man definitely needs a fuckin’ statue,” she breathes, and the IOU gets tucked into the back of her mind, perhaps he’s owed six of them really. A sigh of relief bends into a whoop of triumph, laughter edging in on breath as she reaches back for another arrow.
”Almost done!” she encourages, nocking the sharpened tip and pulling back, releasing it at the beast’s retreating side.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Her magic spears down into the beast, breaking through its defenses in a harsh squelch that has her grinning. It might not have pinned it or killed it on the spot, but Nova will take the win where she can.
Suddenly, a very haggard and obviously upset demigod stands amongst their midst - one she recognizes. Gasping, her face turns bright and excited as she throws him a flamboyant wave. "Hi Ronie!" Then firebolts are raining down, sizzling into the allogator with brutal accuracy that she can only admire for a moment before he vanishes.
But the battle isn't over, and the creature attempts to hobble towards the water. Nova narrows her eyes, hand already raising with magic at her fingertips. "Oh no you don't!" Then she launches another set of deadly ice spears to rain down her own chaos on its blind head.
Nova uses water magic again!
Water Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control water within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
His paw lands with a satisfying thud against the allogator's head, snapping it to the side where the creature stills, dangerously threatening. But Grimm is already darting back, making space for when the demigod appears. He doesn't know what he expected, but an exhausted and irritable man in pajamas pants and antlers is not it. Grimm stands in a crouch out of range while the man rains down an impressive display of magic that leaves the allogator smoldering and looking for retreat.
It would be a shame if they went through all the trouble only to have their prey escape.
Muscles bunch beneath the ripple of black fur before he's leaping back into the fray. He doesn't roar or give warning this time, relying on stealth in light of the creature's blindness as he lunges for the allogator to latch onto his exposed tail with his large fangs.
Liam's stabbing blow landed, bringing a feral grin to his face as he retreated - just in time for a rather haggard-looking Ronin to appear and very nearly decimate the beast on behalf of them all. Making a mental note to send the demigod a fruit basket later, Liam nonetheless sized up the remnants of the allogator. It was nearly dead now, a far cry from the pissed off, overgrown lizard that it had been a moment before. Still, the nearly defeated enemy was the most dangerous, and Liam wasn't about to let his guard down yet.
"Don't let up!" he called to the others, stalking forward with his blade held carefully before him, sizing up the retreating allogator. The others did their best to disrupt its path back to the water. Liam didn't go near its blind head, not liking the potential of being bitten. Instead, he rained another blow down on the beast's hind leg, hoping to incapacitate it further.
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Liam tries to use his sword on one of the allogator's back legs!
Oakblade | When sheathed, this longsword feels as light as a feather, but upon being unsheathed, it instantly adjusts its weight to the wearer’s intent, allowing for devastatingly heavy strikes.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Colt’s arrow lands behind the retreating shape, and Grimm’s leap also falls short. Despite the weariness now humming through the desperate movements of the allogator, it has kicked it into high gear to get the fuck out. Its tail sweeps free of the sea panther, the arrow landing in the mud behind it, but in its blind haste to retreat to better ground, it solidly collides with the tree Nova is perched in. Her ice spikes do land, furthering the beast’s physical ramming of the tree as it scabbles away from the pain, hissing and snapping as it goes. The unrelenting force of it all will send her plummeting to the ground, torn up by limbs on the way down.
Liam however makes a decisive cut against the allogator, which bellows in response, its movements beginning to slow now after the icicle rain and the cutting sword. Blood has now appeared. Signs of its thick hide finally yielding to their onslaught, the crisped exterior more bvrittle after Ronin’s searing assault. ”Land our hits and this should be it,” Colt pants as she runs forward, trying to stay in range of the moving animal but pausing to ensure Nova is alright. ”You good?” she asks, fingers flexing around her bow, deciding between healing her now or after the beast is done in. ”I can heal you,” she informs, choosing to nock a sharpened arrow and shoot it towards the same eye her knife is still lodged in. It’ll be easier to tend non-urgent wounds once the threat is eliminated.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
