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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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With Aoife carefully slung across his chest (magic and an alchemist's mind did a quick baby bjorn make), Remi took his first proper stroll with Ronin's daughter since his death. He'd brought her outside of course, the house was quite stuffy and he knew the child needed fresh air and sunlight, but other than a quick walk around the garden he had absolutely no idea just how much time she needed (or wanted) outdoors.
However as the days stretched on and the guildhall became increasingly mustier, even Remi realized that a change was needed.
And so...he...was out walking.
It felt truly strange to be out in the world. Walking was what normal people did. Normal people who hadn't been abandoned by people who said they loved them and who hadn't just watched their bestfriend be murdered and torn apart, only to ascend into the sky as a star. Remi knew he needed normal but this...it felt like too much. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a ball knocked against the side of his leg followed by quite a large tan and brown dog. Magically picking it up (as bending down with Aoife on his chest was quite awkward), he held the ball aloft and waited for the dog to catch up.
Яemi
I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris, until it's time I'll pull it together and fix myself eventually & know it's mine
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.