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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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The alchemist was walking back to his shop amidst a flurry of snow. The world felt crueler in this harsh flat-grey light and with the cold biting against his bones, but even the simple alchemist knew that things weren't objectively worse. Nothing was worse, nothing better. How could it be when there was no benchmark upon which to base anything? He'd been attacked, cursed, injured, kissed, criticized, reprimanded, and nearly died a handful of times now, despite having only been in this strange place since the middle of...of...well, whatever they called autumn here. Remi couldn't quite remember.
And so, sluggishly moving towards his shop, Remi sent his mind out to any birds that might be lingering on the rooftops. He had this power with felines too, but he'd been a bird for so much longer that his kinship with the species was so much more ingrained within him. Some might go so far as to say he was attuned to them, yuck yuck yuck.
Stretching his mind for the curious and flittery thoughts of the crows, Remi tried to navigate and negotiate this strange power he now had over his feathery friends. How far did it extend? Just what exactly could he compel them to do? That latter question was difficult to answer, for it wasn't in the man's nature to ever force a creature to do things against its instincts or will. Lost in this line of thought, wondering what sort of experiment he might do—something with food perhaps?—he stopped abruptly as he saw a rather shortish man peering into the window of one of the shops. A bakery, was it? A seamstress? Remi couldn't remember. But the door was just to the side...there was no reason for the stranger to be peering...
Immediately the kindly alchemist felt a bristling inside of himself, his predatory leonine nature wanting to strike. Quelling this emotion however, Remi exhaled a indeterminately calming breath. "Is there something you needed?" Remi called out, his thickly accented voice warm and polite despite the frigid air between he and Yll, as well as his mounting suspicions.
REMI
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
