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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"Hear one positive and one negative accounts of the Voice, Safrin, Ludo, or Frey from 8 different characters who have met them personally:
? I would like to Skip with MP"
09-01-2025, 10:41 AM (This post was last modified: 09-01-2025, 04:45 PM by Marcus.)
I clutched my life and wished it kept
Marcus had been to the barracks before, though never like this. As a boy he’d come with his bow, loosing arrows at straw targets set up along the wall while the guards drilled in formation. He remembered watching from the edges, wide-eyed, as soldiers sparred with blades and shields, magic and shifts, their strikes echoing off stone.
But he wasn’t here to watch. Not anymore.
The clash of sparring rang from the courtyard beyond, drawing him forward. When he stepped through the wide doors, the familiar grounds stretched out before him. A pair of guards were locked in combat at the center, while others leaned on spears, waiting their turn. Marcus rolled his shoulders, steadying himself. He’d never stepped into that circle before. His training had always been quieter, more distant, made for healing and not for fighting.
But he wanted to learn.
My dearest love, I'm not done yet
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
I probably shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong here. I don’t know anyone. I’ve never even set foot this far into the Palace—but my nosiness has a habit of dragging me where it shouldn’t, and today is no exception.
I slip into the training grounds anyway, keeping to the edge while the clang of steel and the shuffle of boots echo off stone and snow. A pair of guards circle in the center, blades flashing; I can’t help bouncing on the balls of my feet, fingers finding the pommel of my new shortsword. It sits right at my hip like it was meant to be there. No oversized jacket today—this one fits. Fingerless gloves. Pants that actually taper where they should. Learning how to dress feels like learning a new kind of armor.
When I spot Marcus—familiar from the supply lodge with Damien—I brighten and drift his way, keeping my profile small so none of the “you don’t belong here” types clock me too fast. I slide in at his side with a conspiratorial grin, eyes flicking to his weapon and back.
“Marcus, right?” I tip my chin toward the sparring ring. “You here to fight too? I’m hunting someone to test this thing on”— I pat the shortsword with shameless pride, “—before I go and knock Damien silly with it.”
baffle them with your bullshit
Force and magic can be used against Theea without permission.
"Hear one positive and one negative accounts of the Voice, Safrin, Ludo, or Frey from 8 different characters who have met them personally:
? I would like to Skip with MP"
Marcus hadn’t expected to hear his name, so when he turned, the sight of Theea tugged a genuine smile from him before he could think to hide it. Relief warmed his chest, dissolving the nerves that had coiled there since he stepped through the barracks doors.
"Yeah,” Marcus said almost dumbly, shifting some on his heels. "Looking to get some experience under my belt." His cerulean gaze caught on the way she patted her shortsword. It made his lips twitch into a grin of his own. “Looks good on you. The sword, I mean.” He suddenly busied himself adjusting this scarf, pretending not to notice the warmth creeping across his ears. He cleared his throat. “If you want to try it out, I’d be glad to spar with you.”
He gave a small, almost boyish shrug, the corner of his mouth lifting. “We could keep it simple. First clean strike wins?” His eyes lingered on her a moment too long before he forced himself to glance back toward the sparring ring, where steel still clanged against steel.
My dearest love, I'm not done yet
infinite inspiration and endless thanks to odd and sky
His compliment lands like a warm spark, and I can’t help the grin that breaks across my face. I notice the bloom of color at his ears and decide, mercifully, to pretend I don’t.
“Thanks,” I say instead, patting the hilt. “Sparring sounds great. Daggers are my thing, so… new toy, new tricks.”
I tilt my head and my black braid slips off my shoulder with the motion. His eyes are a deep, saturated blue; mine are glacial and bright, and for a heartbeat we just… meet there. Then I nod toward a quieter edge of the arena and pad that way.
The ground looks clear until my boot tests it—packed snow, slick as glass. I shift my weight, scuffing for purchase, rolling my ankles to find the give. Perfect. I glance back, a sharp little smile tugging at my mouth.
“First clean hit,” I confirm, chin tipping toward the space between us. “Nice and simple.” A quick wink over my shoulder. “And if the ground’s slippery, that’s just more fun, right?”
I square up with a loose guard, blade low and ready, knees soft to ride the slide. Breath ghosts in front of me; my fingers flex around the leather wrap.
“You want the first move, Marcus?”
baffle them with your bullshit
Force and magic can be used against Theea without permission.
