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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Remi was in the back lighting candles. Luckily Isla had shown him where to find them or else he would have been searching for hours. Luckily the woman's initial sweep of this place proved to be more beneficial than just falling asleep with Edy. So he had come early and had begun littering the sanctuary with small waxy pillars of light. Instantly the place felt homier and more lively, and rather than feeling the foreboding Remi thought he'd experience given what terrible memories he had of this place, he felt a strange sense of calm.
Hearing Rory's voice ring out made the alchemist turn instantly, a slanted smile suddenly appearing on his face. Bringing a few lanterns into the main sanctuary of the temple, Remi smiled brightly at his blue-eyed friend, his face made even more gentle-looking due to the warmth of the lantern-light radiating across it.
"I realize this is a bit more than we talked about—" Remi said bashfully, running a hand through curls which were still slightly wet and mop-like from the falling snow outside. "—but so much has happened." And he didn't even know about Wessex yet .
Swallowing a bit shakily, Remi moved to place the lanterns near the front where a podium of sorts stood. At least that way he, Ronin, and Rory could be clearly seen and heard by all those who ventured out into the snow to hear them.
remi
Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning And I find myself careening in places where I should not let me go
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.