From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
if there's a reason I'm still alive when so many have died
Noah gave the woman a once over as she spoke, ready to step into the ring when she asked. A smirk brightened his features for a moment as he followed her out onto the training floor. A few murmurs and chuckles sounded from the soldiers standing around who knew Noah. While they might not have sparred with the stranger, the hunter held no hesitation. She was not an enemy -- as far as he could tell -- and it was easy to see that this place was designed to practice skill. He knew others would step in if, for any reason, this woman decided to turn a friendly spar into a brawl.
He grabbed a spear from a stand on his way out and shed his outer layer before facing the woman in the middle of the arena. Noah lifted the spear and lowered his center of gravity, rolling evenly on his feet as he watched her. She held her mace like she knew how to wield it well, and part of him wished he had grabbed a shield along with the spear. At this point, it was too late, and at the risk of looking cowardice. Noah would not stand for that. He was an Olson. A hunter of the Halovian tundra -- that alone held bravery. He nodded to the stranger, and awaited her attack.