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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For the briefest of moments Remi didn't know what Ronin had meant by the b word, until he continued on and it all clicked into place. Perhaps it was because shuffling off titles was a luxury that came only with having one, Remi wasn't persuaded at all by Ronin's equality speech. "I see a captain, have seen our Overseer. No the princes I have not seen, but I did not see them often in Northaven either." Shrugging his shoulders the alchemist titled his head to the side slightly as he rolled his glass between his hands again. "I am not so sure all will be so happy to simply give up what they had. Entitlement might have carried over with us the same way our clothes did."
Survivors though they all might be, Remi was not so sure that there wouldn't be some survivors who who think themselves deserving of more than others.
Chuckling at his friend, Remi nodded in agreement. "Fighting unknown monsters for currency that we don't even know exists? Spending all of your time with bruisers and fighters once again? What isn't to like?"
The mention of the child however momentarily stilled the alchemist from his ever-presenting fidgeting and his pale eyes grew wide with joy and surprise. Deep down a flutter of something inky and black (the similarity to Ludo's waving textiles was not lost on the alchemist) whirred to life. New love, true love (presumably), and all that. For as altruistic as Remi was want to be, even he was finding it hard to feel unfettered happiness for his friend despite all he'd had to endure recently.
That being said, he made a valiant effort at it.
"Well!" He announced with a bright laugh, rising and grabbing Ronin's not-quite empty mug of ale and marching away with it. Returning he held out a glass to the man and filled it to the brim with whatever it was he himself had been drinking. Adding to it a few berries and a sprig of juniper, Remi grinned. "We'll drink properly if we are to celebrate." He said merrily, sitting down and raising his glass to cheers his friend.
R E M I
I followed your ashes into outer space
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
