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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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She hears him on the stairs behind her but does not turn around, a little bit sheepish about her attire, mostly caught in in saving the pie. It takes a moment or two of rummaging for Amalia to secure oven gloves, a bit too large but serviceable - she has certainly used worse. Amalia is in her element now: this may be his home, but the kitchen is her domain, and she will always be comfortable before a scorching oven, reaching hands into the coals and extracting magic from the flames. "Of course it can be salvaged," the girl says loftily, setting the searing entree down with a flourish, playfulness proving she does not believe her own boasts. "I am the best baker in the Hollow Grounds." It is a line they keep repeating, a line she doesn't believe, but it fun, for a moment, to pretend.
She turns around to face him, expecting him to be beside her- but no, Deimos is the one snooping now. Wrapped in a towel and nothing else (and oh, Amalia appreciates that), the behemoth is making his way to the basket forgotten on the floor, her surprises tucked away beneath a cloth. "That's for later!" the baker blurts, dashing over recklessly to snatch up the basket and hold it behind her back, the shirt rising precariously over long slim legs as she does. Standing on tiptoes she aims to place a kiss on his nose before dripping down and spinning away, a vibrant grin on her angular face. "I'll set the table if you serve."
