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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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There's chaos. The giant sea panther misses as the allogator rallies itself, bumping into her tree as the ice lands to pierce into his thick hide. At first, she manages to maintain her hold, hand snapping down to grip against the tip of balance, but when it panics and hits the trunk again, Nova feels her fingers scrape and lose their purchase.
A sharp cry escapes when she's greeted by open air and sharp tree branches. They snag and rip at her rainbow clothes, drawing thin lines of blood when it finds skin beneath. Magic instinctually rises to her defense, air whipping around her in a defensive shield that cushions her fall, although she still hits the dirt with an annoyed humph.
Sprawled inelegantly on the ground, Nova searches furiously for the culprit. She doesn't even care about the cut stinging above her eye, the blue nearly glowing as she pinpoints where the allogator is attempting to retreat. Colt's offer for healing is promptly ignored, a growl rumbling low in her throat. "Look what it did to my clothes!!" Claws partially form on her hand as she throws it towards the beast, rage sending a cutting slice of air magic with it, like an extension of the claws that have taken form.
Nova catches herself using air magic and throws a slice at the allogator.
Air Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control air within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
His fangs snap closed over open air - much to his frustration. A threatening rumble of a growl echoes out like a roll of thunder. The allogator flings itself away, straight into the tree the hybrid girl sits in. She comes tumbling out in a flurry of color and glitter and whipping air that has him squinting.
But the battle continues and blood has been drawn. He refuses to relent or let his guard down until the beast it dead, and Grimm uses the new weakness to rush forward. There's no caution or restraint this time as he lunges in for the kill. Teeth bared, he seeks the soft side of the neck, looking for the fountain of blood pounding beneath.
Blood had been drawn now on both sides. The allogator, in its attempt to limp off to the water to die in peace, managed to smack itself into Nova’s tree, hard enough that the girl fell. Liam lunged towards the tree trunk as though to catch her, but it seemed she didn’t need his help. Shooting her a last, concerned glance, Liam turned his attention back to the allogator. If Nova was screeching about her clothes, of all things, he had to assume she wasn’t badly injured. Maybe just her pride.
In any case, Colt could heal her after the battle was over, and Liam was determined that that should be soon. Joining in with the others, he lunged once more for the creature with his sword, aiming a stabbing blow for the beast’s ruined eye, hoping to spear it through to the brain and end things once and for all.
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Liam attacks the allogator 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
Colt should know by now that Nova’s got enough tricks (magic) up her sleeves that she is rather capable of taking care of herself. Still, she’d rather not see anyone harmed because she bit off more than she could chew, again, especially not a fucking Marin of all people.
Fortunately, Nova seems unharmed, enough so to lean into her anger and send a volley of impressively sharp wind alongside Colt’s pointed arrow, the last cuts needed to end all movement forever more from the allogator. Grimm’s teeth will sink with a sickening crunch into the beast’s throat, but its breath is already strangled, and the blood that comes will be rapidly turning cold. Liam’s sword lands like the final punctuation, and suddenly, everything is still and calm.
Well, maybe not calm.
Colt belts out an accomplished ”YES! We did it!” Her tired smile, arm shaky from so much bow drawing, is full of relief. Putting her bow back over her back, she glances back to Nova to ensure she’s fine. ”Let me know if you want some of my healing. Can’t do much about the clothes I’m afraid.” She’s already on the move though, closing in on the allogator. ”Damn, that was tough, thanks for seeing it though everyone.” And Ronin, she thinks, knowing she ought to send him a letter+ as soon as she gets back into town and cleaned up.
”Help yourselves to whatever from the Allogator,” she advises, hands on her hips as she surveys it. ”I’m grabbing some of its meat and hide.” And she stoops down to retrieve her knife from its eye.
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 air magic slices clean across the distance to silence the annoying grumbles of the allogator, and Nova lifts her head with a quiet humph of pride for having shone the beast what happens to those who mess with her or her clothes. She stands and wipes the dirt from her bloody skin, frowning down at the torn parts of her dress. The stains are already fading as her magic grabs at them, separating them from the material, but she'll have to sew the rips later.
Ignoring the praise from Colt, Nova angles her head up, considering the offer for healing. Now that the adrenaline's wearing off, she can feel the sting of a few cuts, her hand coming away from her forehead with a small smear of blood that has her frown deepening. "I don't need it, but I guess you can if you want." She lets the nonchalance of her tone hide the request there, crossing her arms as she waits, not really caring for any part of the gross bark creature they'd killed. It had been fun while it lasted.
Blood sprays before his teeth are sinking into the allogator's neck. He can see the fight leave, feel the life force tremble and release before he has a grip, but Grimm latches on anyways. He growls around his hold, blood welling between his teeth and pooling into his mouth with a fleeting warmth, ensuring that the kill is complete.
There's no gloating or victory in the kill. The allogator fought hard and lost. There's a respect to that, a natural way to the world that Grimm has never been one to forget. It's a cruel and unfair world where some are pitted against forces they can't overcome - like demigods with firebolts. This happened to be the beast's unlucky day.
But Grimm has finished his part in this little adventure. He's tired and sore and more than a little annoyed at having been pulled away to deal with this chaos. So he looks to Colt, muzzle dripping with blood and eyes narrowed in a quiet 'Told you so' - after all, she'd probably be dead without the lot of them there. Then he turns his tail and moves to leave, his lumbering black form ready to melt seamlessly into the shadows.
The final blows landed on the allogator, and then there was a breath of silence.
Then Colt was whooping with glee, offering remnants of the kill to everyone, and Liam was stepping towards Nova. He might have offered her assistance, but Colt beat him to it, and with Grimm slinking off to wherever Grimm kept himself, that left Liam to gather what he wanted from the allogator carcass.
Deciding to take some of the hide and meat, if only for Maea to enjoy later, he sheathed his sword and drew a small, sharp dagger that he could use to strip the allogator of its flesh. "That was a good hunt," he told Colt conversationally. "Calling Ronin in was a good idea." And he continued to chat with she and Nova until, eventually, they parted ways.
fin
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
