From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Gently he grasped her, his eyes hurriedly scanning her body and face for signs of any lingering trauma that she hadn't noted before. Relieved to see that they'd both somehow made it through unscathed, the alchemist sighed and gently released the sapphire-eyed woman with a lopsided smile. "I am, yes." He agreed, though somehow sheepishly. Shifting into a bird to escape rather than having attended to Rexanna, though she was only slightly more than just a stranger, was still not something he was proud of.
"I—" Remi began, chewing his lip as his brows knit together over eyes growing cloudier and cloudier with concern. "I cannot say for sure, but I believe I know what it is." Glancing towards her thoughtfully as she inquired whether or not they could be closer, the alchemist nodded slowly and slightly. "I believe so...as long as we do not say anything we shouldn't." Said far more cryptically than he intended, Remi stepped forward, moving a few shrubs and branches that still lingered.
Dangerous?
Oh yes.
A thousand times yes.
Swallowing, Remi turned towards the woman with a hesitant and uneasy smile. "I have seen a shrine like this before ... inside of the temple.." Almost gulping down air, Remi ran a hand from back to front through his curls and shook his head slowly as crimson coloured his cheeks. The memories of what happened there and what had almost happened still troubled him. "A woman prayed to a god or...a deity? I am afraid I do not know the difference. And one came. But when..." Still unsure what language to use to properly capture Frey's ever-changing gender-characteristics, Remi opted for the neutral. "—when it came, it was terrifying. It bound us and threatened and.." Well, without getting into the fact that all but a rapey-orgy had been proposed (or ordered?) it was hard to describe with full persuasiveness just how fearful the alchemist was of the shrine.
"I encountered another god as well, out in the woods. It ..." Biting his lip as he clenched his jaw, the alchemist found he couldn't repeat the words. Honesty was one of his most tantamount characteristics, but to admit he'd been forced to kill his own mother to a complete stranger? The wound was still too raw for that. "Again, it made me do things. Awful things." Clumsily he shook his head once again.
"It did grant me this, though." Remi admitted reluctantly. Waving his hand, all of the twigs and leaves and other bits of debris still left on and around the shrine suddenly parted. Twitching his lips, Remi shrugged slightly as he glanced towards Rexanna to see what she might be making of all of this.
remi
Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.