Click here for a list of weather descriptions, seasonal festivals, and a real time:site time conversion.
Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
OG Skinning provided by Kaons, with functionality and many custom plugins made by Neowulf!
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
“Lovely,” she commented, pretending that the whole applause thing never even happened. Instead, she watched as Koa dug his heel into the boot of a nasty little snake, and they carried on. “All right, I’m trying again,” by way of warning, because gods knew what the fuck was going to happen next –
And then a searing bolt of lightning rampaged downward, smoldering, sparking, and sizzling directly into the line of five mata matas nearby. The pulsing and potent electrocution sent waves of rolling, boiling, and toiling creatures, until they were well...quite burnt and crispy.
The Honeybee smirked, as if all of that was meant to take place, before getting her bow ready – figuring once the chaos had struck, it was likely best to move back into the weapons she knew best.
And effective. Koa blinks against the brightness, raising his arm up too late to properly shield his eyes (but managing, inadvertently, to shield himself against a flying snake). Bright motes dance through his eyes and brain, leaving him squinting and bemused. Desperately Koa blinks against it, trying to focus his poor, seared eyes.
Luckily for the rag-tag group, Mel's lightning seems to have cinched the fight. With the majority of the snakes toasted or shot, those few survivors make the collective decision to get the fuck out of dodge. Koa manages to hurl his chakram at one last retreating serpent before they all disappear, leaving the wall of vines empty and silent once more.
Shoving his hand into his hair, Koa shakes his head. "Ok. Well. That was something." Turning to look at Melita, he offers a lopsided smile. "How about we break for a drink? I could use a drink." And maybe a change of shoes, he thinks, rubbing his heel on the ground to scrape snake off his boot.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
At least this was a moment to be proud of. She hadn’t been suddenly forced into a nap or turned into a frog, and all the nasty little Mata Matas were either dead or fleeing. So she took Koa’s compliments with a Cheshire grin and poor impulse control, watching as the rest fled before putting the weaponry away. “See? Effective.” Sure, five seconds ago she’d summoned nothing but applause, but hey, take what you can get. She'd clearly meant to do all that.
Anyways - drinks. While she hadn’t truly forgotten the whole point of the venture, learning about archery, taunting or teasing Koa somehow…they’d certainly accomplished enough for one day. And she could always torment him later. Taunting didn’t have an expiration date. “Yes pleaaaase,” and then they could saunter off, companions in tow and some more void nonsense taken down.
