What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
03-10-2025, 04:13 PM (This post was last modified: 03-11-2025, 12:31 PM by Safrin.)
DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
After Seren’s funeral, plans shared with leaders, and letters sent, other means and machinations were necessary. This venture felt like a more solemn walk to the Citadel’s altar, burdened by the events of LongNight, the trials and tribulations of present, and near future, and then the death of Safrin’s daughter, all combined into a Flowerbirth laden with less renewal, and more somberness.
As he bent his head low, and well before he made his declarations, the Sword placed a few artifacts and trinkets along the shrine, crafted to appear as trademarks of Seren: creatures composed in stars, a small, unfurling island, little pieces of cosmos, meant to reflect and embody veils. Thereafter, he took a deep breath, understanding the weights of departures for multiple lifetimes – but knowing it never got any easier. Grief could consume, until all that was left were simply figments of one's self; bones and ichor, flesh and blood, but the soul overlapped in desolation. Safrin, I am sorry for your loss. Tilting his head, he sighed, then took a step back, continuing on the vein of purpose and determination, for the impending fixtures that would eventually arise. And I have finished my tasks. A way to improve, to fortify, for the journeys ahead.
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Turning in Deimos’s quest received here: fortitude and might to gain +4 END stats:
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin’s arrival was not the radiant spectacle it once might have been. The heavens did not shudder with their usual brilliance, nor did her presence flood the shrine with an overwhelming glow. Instead, she emerged in quiet starlight, her form draped in a soft darkness that shimmered at its edges, as though the cosmos itself mourned alongside her.
Her gaze, heavy yet steady, fell upon the artifacts Deimos had placed before her. The celestial creatures, the unfurling island, the fragments of Seren’s memory—each carefully crafted tribute was a weight upon her heart, pressing into the raw wound of loss. A slow breath passed through her lips as her fingers ghosted over the delicate shapes, lingering on the veiled pieces of cosmos as though, through them, she might grasp something of her daughter once more.
"You honour her well," she murmured, and there was a quiet, aching truth in those words. Deimos had never been one for hollow gestures nor for empty sentiment. What he had placed before her was not mere decoration but something real, something carefully built from memory and grief alike. Lifting her gaze to him, the goddess took in the solemn set of his expression, the weight that hung in the air between them. "And you have done as I asked," she continued, the slightest shift in her tone betraying something close to approval, even in the midst of her sorrow.
Safrin’s light brightened just slightly, the flickering embers of her usual radiance stirring beneath the weight of loss. "Come," she beckoned, tilting her head, her voice soft but edged with quiet command as she stretched out her hands for him. If and when he moved to receive her touch, he'd feel his bones suddenly light with starlight as celestial grace hummed through him.
Deimos has received +4 END!
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
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La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
He waited; quiet and silent in the solemn surroundings. Moments later she appeared – and though he’d never find her lacking in any radiance – it was clear that Seren’s death had taken its toll. Uncertain how his gifts would be received, he remained in measured observation, watching for reactions, for signs that she found them lacking or not wanted.
At the murmur, he released a long breath, all the other trepidations he’d been holding in place. “Thank you.” And he nodded; having done as requested, following the demand, feeling the starlight and grace piercing through the slate and bone and enamel; one less weight across his shoulders. But there were more inquiries to pass through, and once his gratitude was extended again, he postured a question in the breadth of silence, rather than to any other listening ears. Has Hadama told you our plans? Or, at the very least, the start of some.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead The rising of the horns, ahead
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin’s touch lingered for a fraction longer than necessary, her fingers pressing lightly against Deimos’ forearm as the last embers of celestial energy settled into his bones. The edges of her usual brilliance had begun to return—not in full force, not yet, but there was a steadiness to her now, as if, for this moment, the weight of loss could be set aside in the name of purpose.
A flicker of curiosity—sharp and expectant—crossed her expression though Safrin followed the Sword's lead in answering silently. What plans? Hadama was careful, measured. That much she knew. But for all his strengths, caution could not win a war alone. And for all her grief, Safrin was not a goddess who would allow herself—or those who served her—to be caught waiting in the dark if she could aid them.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
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La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
She seemed to return to some form at the hint of action, and he nodded, taking on unfurling the latest regards. A team of us intend to head to Starfall, once we gather some flowers, to hopefully continue where we started. And to collect void crystals, to finish our regional quests. Given that now they couldn’t do much else, save for going to Vi and presenting only failure for their attempts. There has been a concern with whatever is growing there, recalling the strange filaments in their dreams, and time that we may no longer have. He glanced back at her, waiting for a reaction – approval, objection, and anything in between.
Negotiations hadn’t gone well. Any steps taken were met with harsh retributions – destroyed springs, assaults, infected or deceased individuals – and it was either settle into the world and let the void take over, or do something.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead The rising of the horns, ahead
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin inclined her head, the faintest trace of approval flickering in her expression. It is a dangerous plan, she acknowledged, though there was no admonishment in her tone. Danger was unavoidable now—hesitation would only see more ground lost to the void. But a necessary one.
A pause, her gaze sharp, assessing. It might be worth seeing if those behold to Rae, Vi, and Mort might not ask for instructions about where to find more flowers.
She considered him for a moment, searching the depths of his gaze before continuing. The time may be short, but do not act recklessly, she murmured, lifting a hand to ghost over the artifacts he had brought her.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head The thunder of the drums dictates
He nodded, shoulders straightening a little more at the approval, and the necessity of it all. He only felt a little better that the way they were turning towards was how it needed to be; and perhaps to prepare the rest of their regions for the potential repercussions.
The Sword’s head tilted at her sharpened gaze, at the statement thereafter. He wasn’t certain on how much he’d want to ask Remi, nor Ronin in his current state, but Amhran lived in his own home – and there was always the potential of Noah, if he deigned to return to his duties. I can try he solidified with a nod. He took the warning in stride as well; a stark reminder of how many could be impacted – if they did something, or if they did nothing at all. And Deimos wasn’t an individual settling for complacency, for letting the Family take them over, one by one by one. Understood. And thank you again. Hopefully the next time they met, there’d be more success, rather than sorrow.
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead The rising of the horns, ahead
