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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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"I guess that depends on your definition of interesting." Remi said with a grin. "Their minds do not necessarily work like ours, but it is amazing how they think."
The alchemist smiled, pulling his free hand away from the tree as Sam marveled at what he'd done. It felt very odd to have someone so impressed with what he could do, and Remi found himself utterly unsure how to respond. With a crooked smile, he shrugged his shoulders gently as they carried on.
Wilting slightly beneath Sam's clear and opulent gaze, Remi tried not to immediately dissuade him of the notion that he could be trusted. Indeed as the ascended said that he trusted Remi more than anyone else, the alchemist could practically feel the weight of Jigano's disapproval. Remi's eyes flitted back and forth between Sam's as his head tilted slightly to the side, wanting to shake his head no. "I..." Remi said, inhaling the freezing air sharply and tensing as it filled his lungs. "..do not know if I am as good as you think I am, Sam." He said quietly, half expected to hear a jeering bard's voice from the trees accusing him of having puppy-dog eyes. "The things I have done.." He shook his head, closing his eyes with a sigh as Sam gently took his other hand. "..But you are right. I will try." Remi added with a crooked smile.
'Have you tried the peppermint bark yet?" Remi asked as the Woodlands took on a minty scent, trying to rally and steer the conversation away from thoughts of reckless and dangerous lions.
remi
Too long till I drown in your hands
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.