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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!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Slowly but surely, Delphia would lead Maea through the ritual, step by step. She was patient, allowing the pale girl to fully experience each aspect of the ritual. The steps were all there for a reason after all, and none should be skipped or overlooked. Finally though, when she had bathed in the Stonesong and washed away all her troubles, the ritual was complete. "How do you feel?" she said with a soft smile.
And I hope that you don't suffer But take the pain
It was a ride, for sure. Maea found herself opening up to depths within herself she hadn't known existed. Towering highs, bottomless lows, ugly, nasty darkness and bright, dazzling light. It was only a ritual to cleanse negativity, but with a lifetime of accumulated grime, it was no easy feat.
But when it was all over, Maea stood in the waters of the Stonesong - not far from where she had once met a handsome rogue and learned how sweet kisses could be - and felt almost reborn. Raw, scrubbed clean both inside and out.
"Empty," she replied slowly, when Delphia spoke. "But also... better. Like I can finally see clearly."
Wading through the waters, she made her way over to the other woman and wrapped her in a tight embrace, tears flowing again like so often during the ritual... but from a deep, heartfelt graitude.
"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "It was just what I needed."
She felt ready, somehow. To go where she had to go, do what she had to do. Maea still wasn't sure what that somethign was... but at least she was ready for it.