From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
Focus paid ff, and Nate freed another plane of stone from the wall, grinning as it came away. He didn't even need to be asked to grab the other piece of stone, already heaving it up and toward the shrine site, placing it once Amun had set his down. The last thing he wanted to do was risk crushing anything else of the potters.
Once he was satisfied with the placement of the second stone, he moved back to his initial piece of stone, taking up the last of the room around it to help lift. It was with some small amount of smugness that Nate noted he seemed to be struggling the least with the load, though that by no means meant it was easy. They were essentially carrying a table made of stone after all.
my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
The three of them got into position, and Amun nodded. ”On three. One, two, three.” With that, he heaved the large chunk of stone up as best he could. It was touch and go there for a while, and more than once he personally felt like he was going to drop his side. However, through some miracle (perhaps The Voice was with them after all) they managed to lever it into place on top of the other two stones.
Stepping back, the potter admired their handiwork. Then he frowned, noticing the cracks in the altar. Rummaging through his pack, he lifted up a brush. "If either of you would like to make additional improvements, now is your chance." With that, he began to run the brush over all the cracks in the stones he and Nate had mined. In the brushes wake, streaks of gold were left behind.
This PQ is now concluded! Feel free to post once more with reactions or to make additional improvements.
so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
It was a good thing neither of the ascended he was with possessed Wessex’s almost mind reading, because Nate internal monologue changed quick. The slab of stone was heavy, even between three of them, and while he was sure enough with his share of the weight, he could see Amun nearly buckle, and if one of them went, they all went. They got it there in one piece though, and with a huff he leaned back, surveying their handiwork.
”Not a bad job boys.” He complimented the group, then glanced towards Amun, considering the others suggestion. Nate wanted to leave it, he really did, but he found himself stepping back toward the wall they’d been mining from instead, taking the scraps and fitting them in to better support the stone legs. It would probably hold by itself, but this made it more sure.