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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!
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The kiosk vendor - who is rather adept at not being harassed or bullied or otherwise engaged with by the various egg-finders - is clearly very satisfied with the turnout. They examine each painted egg presented to them, oooing and aaaing at appropriate moments, and in some cases even adorning a little jeweller's loupe to get a better look at the specimen in question. Not all eggs are created equal, it seems, and some of them are very valuable indeed.
Granted, depending on what you receive, you might determine that you got the best prize of all, no matter what it might be. That, though, is for you to decide. The kiosk vendor is just here to collect the eggs, which they do, and hand out appropriate prizes. Which they also do.
Off you go, then!
Your eggs have been judged accordingly and your prizes have been awarded!!
MP will be added to your account by the admins.
Those with 'item' prizes, these will be added to your profile. Remember, you can sell things you don't want in the Merchant's Guild, or use your items to help with steal/destroy levelling requirements!
Erebos
A new Upgraded magic OR get a magic to Mastered if you already have it at Basic
Melita Cocoa Hopper | A chocolate bunny that comes to life when unwrapped, hopping in slow circles around the owner. Melts if left in direct sunlight for more than an hour, but reforms overnight.
Colt Balloon Jellyfish | A translucent balloon shaped like a jellyfish that floats gently at shoulder height. Occasionally changes colour based on the moods of people nearby, but never accurately.
Miniature Burner Dragon | A tiny origami dragon that, when you pull its tail, puffs a warm (never hot) breath of air strong enough to flutter papers or cool your drink.
Dantalion Wind-Whim Kite Charm | Tie this charm to any piece of string and it produces a tiny, paper-thin kite that sails in a circular pattern overhead.
Sighing Sandglobe | A small glass orb filled with desert sand. When shaken, it emits a faint sigh, like the exhale of a balloon losing air.
Mirage Egg | When cracked open, a small illusion floats above it—looping, harmless, mildly hallucinogenic desert imagery like a lizard wearing sunglasses or a flower doing finger guns.
Picnic Egg (single use) | Open it and find a perfectly packed tiny picnic for one (miniature sandwich, drink, fruit). Everything expands into full size when you tap the blanket.
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight Don't know how it hit us so hard
Noah waited his turn at the kiosk, crossing his arms across his chest as the vendor sorted through the growing collection of painted eggs. The sounds of the festival blurred into a warm, distant hum behind and around him. When the vendor finally beckoned him forward, Noah offered the small eggs from his pocket with a curious lift to his brow.
The prizes were placed into his hands one by one. First, a neatly folded picnic blanket that twitched subtly, but unmistakably. Noah blinked, then huffed a low laugh, brushing a thumb over the fabric as it gave a determined little scoot toward the edge of the counter. Next came a glass jar, which was cool in his palm. A swirl of pale vapor pressed against the inside like a creature eager to be released. Noah’s brows lifted and he gave a thank you to the vendor before heading away with his wares.
He threaded back through the crowd toward Deimos and Erebos. ”Look what I ended up with,” he said, amusement laced through his voice as the blanket wriggled in his arms.
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
Slow dancing in the living room, time stops when I'm kissing you
There is only the tilt of desert scenery and the color of each festival stall blurring into a vibrant trail around them as they spin, raucous with joy and success. Everything else falls away, even the coveted plushie. It all just becomes the press of her arm around him, body arcing into the celebration, wreathed by a dancing dragon and the golden halo that's got so very little to do with the stream of her hair than the undeniable light she provides to each moment.
The swell of elation crests as the momentum winds down and he returns her to gravity's embrace. All the trumpets that'd lifted up in the background and each dazzling neon flash that'd flickered on, they settle into a quieter, hum that fades, vibrating gently in each of their smiles. At least, that is until she grabs onto him like she means to hold them in this private and glimmering world for a little longer. The curl of her words lands hotter than any sunny day, each one brushing like a tan line on his pride. It's the warm and wild press of her kiss though, half wild with laughter and the silly ease of loving her, that really makes it all erupt again. The electric orchestra blares as he leans into the fold of her lips and the affection offered there, grip tightening the space between them into nothing, hands splaying down the arch of her back.
It's only the grumbling of the carnie, who very much wants no make out sessions holding up the line to his booth, buffeting Kaisel's side with his massive prize that manages to break reality back in. His mouth breaks from hers with a slow reluctance, a brief flicker of confusion afforded over his shoulder as he turns to the distraction. The moment is brief, renewed enthusiasm for the ridiculous turtle dawning over his features with open giddiness. "IT'S SO BIG!!!!" he cries out, grabbing hold of it, hands ghosting away from Flora only to claim the soft edges of the plush and immediately struggle to seat it between them as he turns to her, as excited as a dog with a new bone. "LOOKIT!" In case, you know, she couldn't see the large toy nearly as large as them. "He's sleeping with us tonight."
Kaisel
I found love in the palm of your hands
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
Flora lets herself fall into the moment the way she falls into every dangerous, dazzling thing in her life; with her whole heart first and everything else scrambling to keep up. The festival blurs around them in ribbons of colour, sand and sunlight and laughter all spinning together until the world feels trapped inside a snowglobe someone has shaken too enthusiastically. She knows already she’ll tuck this one away somewhere permanent: Kai’s arms around her, her curls lifting in the motion, Spice orbiting them like a comet, and the desert conspiring to make this ridiculous little victory feel mythic.
When he finally sets her down and reality intrudes in the form of a cranky carnie and a truly absurd turtle, Flora can only stare after him for a long moment. If her sunglasses weren’t still in place, the cartoon hearts in her eyes would probably be visible from Stormbreak. She pushes them up onto her head anyway, letting him see the full, shameless delight softening her expression as he wrestles the giant Tumsea into his arms like it’s a treasure he risked life and limb to obtain.
Spice, however, decides this requires immediate investigation. With a quick flap of her wings she lands on Kai’s shoulders, leaning forward to sniff the plush with the grave suspicion of a guard dragon evaluating a new pack member. A tiny, warning chirr follows, just so the Tumsea knows she has opinions on its place in their lives.
Flora wanders closer, one hip cocked, amusement curling warm in her chest. "He’s sleeping with us, huh?" she echoes, already imagining the three of them crammed into the comparibly smaller bed aboard the Sugartide. "Maybe we should have a sleepover on the deck then, so we all fit." Her grin sharpens as she taps the plushie’s enormous nose, then lifts her gaze back to Kai with a teasing, wicked sweetness only he ever gets the full force of. "So what’s his name? And is he going to be the big spoon tonight—" she leans in, voice dropping low, "—or is that still your job?"
The vendor seems less than inclined to answer her recommendations - carefully accepting the egg to inspect the paint on its shell - but that doesn't stop Nova. "The paint would be more vibrant if you put a lacquer over the top. That way the mud doesn't get to it. You could even put glitter in the lacquer to really make it shine! That's why I think you - " Suddenly, the man looks too intrigued, like it's his first time admiring this particular egg.
As he reaches across the table to offer her some coins for the find, Nova blinks, honestly surprised. "Wait! Did you even make the eggs?!" She leans forward on the table, insistent. "If you didn't, who did?! Do you know where I can find them? What - " A tap at her leg saves the vendor from anymore harassment, her eyes darting down.
It doesn't take long to find snacks. Practically every other stall is something sweet or savory, the smells enticing the duo left and right with everything breeze. It quickly becomes impossible to choose what to get, and Zavien is forced to make the adult decision to get multiple foods. The turkey leg practically jumped into Sol's mouth, the cotton candy floating into Zavien's arms, the loaded fries falling into his hands, and the lemonade had to come with the brisket, so he can't take all the blame.
Erika had been right in her claim that food would ease some of the ache in his chest, the tension in his shoulders loosening a touch. It's just enough to keep him from stopping Sol as he carries his prize to Hawthorn, tailing wagging with pride at the bone and meat that are almost as large as him. Swallowing the lingering hesitation for social niceties, Zavien proffers a grin and raises his arms laden with food - the topic that can never steer him wrong. "Need a snack? I think I got too many."
The world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes,
She picks a less colorful balloon, one with various shades of blue sewn into a gradient that won't assault her senses. Offering her ticket to the driver(?), Thal hops fearlessly into the woven basket and signals for them to take off. She's the only rider, which she'll quickly be grateful for when her jaw falls partially open at the experience. She'd have been even more appalled if they'd caught a glimpse of the genuine smile that happened to creep onto her face when she wasn't looking.
Because it's odd, being so high in the sky without feeling the wind beneath her wings. She's been on skyships before, but this feels weightless and directionless, like she might drift away into the stars or another dimension if she didn't pay attention. Although not one for drugs, Thal imagines this is what it must feel like to be unattached from the world, so high that nothing can touch her. The ground is growing smaller beneath them, the breeze kissing her cheeks, and the fire at her back, and for a moment - just a moment - she enjoys the ride.
the friends I've had to bury they keep me up at night.
12-13-2025, 09:53 AM (This post was last modified: 12-13-2025, 09:53 AM by Iskra.)
// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
Having glanced across the way towards Melita while he stood in line for the popcorn, he sees her approaching, eager joy still present and now joined with the satisfaction of victory. He grins around a bite he's just taken and extends the bag of popcorn to her without a second thought, letting her freely pilfer it. Expectantly he glances towards her, wordless for a moment as he swallows. "Hang on, what'd you get!?" he demands, rather curious about egg-trading potentials.
He has been scouting out their options though, and while they certainly would not be leaving before riding in one of the massive balloons, he is in agreement that the line could be waited out. "Wh'bou 'ook'uck?" he mumbles out around a fresh handful of the popcorn, the buttery, salty, goodness of it all requiring a conveyer belt of feeding into his mouth. He gestures helpfully towards the game stand with her calling card on it, in case she didn't understand what the fuck he just said.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
Heading towards the hook a duck, he chanced a glance at Noah ’s newfound item from the kiosk, brow arching as the blanket began to maneuver seemingly entirely on its own. He half-wondered if it’d be able to equal to something not unlike the hoverboard Bastien once had – but didn’t voice it, granting a small smile instead. Likely innocuous and harmless, something to be enjoyed. “Already set up for picnics then,” came with a wrinkle of his nose, before addressing his son, shifting his features slightly upward, catching the hints of curly hair. “What did you end up with?”
From there though, the booth came into view, and they slid their way into line. His gaze went towards the children, and adults, threading their way out of the exit, striving to see what they were snagging from the game.
The wiggle of Noah’s blanket sent Erebos into another reeling gasp, mouth agape as he watched it seem to make its own movements and motions – and he wondered if it could be chased along, if it ran like dogs or cats or companions. In the end though, he didn’t ask any of the questions, given that the Attuned only had it for a matter of moments. “That’s so cool!” He added instead with rapt enthusiasm, clutching onto the top of his father’s head as they bobbed and weaved through the crowd.
At the inquiry though, he leaned down, whispering in Deimos’s ear. “I’ll tell you later,” he offered, because he couldn’t quite explain the semblance and sensation of more power flickering into his little frame. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t be so furtive, but with another around, he kept it more to himself, figuring, in the end, it might be a better conversation without anyone else around. Plus, his dad would know.
Besides, then there was the booth! His eyes peeled over the kids rampaging afterwards too, trying to see what they’d won. There were plushies, some trinkets and candy…and.. “Ew – a comb? I don’t want a comb.”
At Iskra ‘s question, she grinned, snagging the item out of her pocket and plopping it into her palm, like a little secret she was only happy to indulge. Briefly unwrapping the little foil gathered around it revealed a chocolate bunny, and upon the divulgence, it began to hop about her hand. She let out a little gasp, instantly delighted, grin effervescent. “Only the best fucking thing ever,” before she let it slide into his hand too, so he might enjoy the antics.
From there though, she could steer them both towards the hook a duck, nodding in affirmation and buzzing with more enthusiasm as they dove straight into the line (pretending she didn't elbow five people on the way there). “Absolutely,” pretending she’d understood every word of the popcorn-filled agenda, and then pilfered her bunny back, along with another handful of the offered snack. “Maybe you can get something good here too.” And then they’d both have some ridiculous, but amazing, things home.
Heat makes sense, and Danta is very much looking forward to their ride in the hot air balloon later so he can investigate (read: touch things he shouldn't) further, but for now he's distracted by the egg kiosk and their riches-to-be. "Oh, you," he drawls in response to Astaroth's effortless charm, and though he rolls his eyes as a token gesture, the way his arm squeezes further around the butcher's waist betrays his appreciation for the compliment.
But anyway - back to their prizes. Blinking at the sheer number of trinkets that Asta gets handes and not bothering to hide his childish grin, the Maverick is left examining his little kite shaped charm, tilting his head and turning it this way and that in his hands. "Can I have one of your shoelaces?" he asks (obviously). "If I tie this to something it's supposed to fly."
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
"I won't settle for less than the biggest prize they have," Ronin informs his husband with a boyish grin, blue eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses; though it's at that moment that he spots the truly enormous Tumsea that Kaisel and Flora are carting between them, the Knight having to bite the inside of his cheek to stop his smile running away with itself. "Although," he says, "I will point out that the Northaven is not a partcularly big houseboat."
Regardless, Remi has thrown down the gauntlet and Ronin is heedless to resist, and so he tugs the other man along with him through the sun-dappled stalls, not even bothering to stop and get snacks along the way (so you know it has to be serious). They pass a vibrant kiosk exchanging eggs for prizes along the way - and a lot of people seem to be very excited about it - but no, the Knight only has eyes for the coconut shy.
"Alright, let's have a go," he announces to the carnie, beaming; the man immediately looks a little nervous given the reputation of the men at his stall, but he hands Ronin three rubber balls to try his luck.
"Reckon Nova's a bit busy right now," Jack says, eyes following the flash of colour and glitter across to the egg kiosk where she's currently hassling the vendor with aplomb. And as for the boy's snarky response, the Captain resists the urge to reach out and pinch at the underside of his arm, instead scoffing and tracking a balloon's descent down towards the sand nearby. "You've seen more in a year an' a half than most see in a lifetime," he points out.
But he can't help but feel similarly when it comes to the hot air balloons, scrunching his nose a bit and letting his attention slip away from them. "Don't seem nearly as reliable as a ship," he agrees. "Anyway, my money's on Nova makin' that vendor cry before the end of the festival."
Taking his opportunity to depart and to allow Vesper to go and find his sister, Jack opts to drift into Calypso's orbit instead - perhaps they can both find somewhere to stand where the volume of Kaisel's voice isn't quite so obnoxious. "Get anythin' good?" he asks, nodding to the kiosk.
no more than I was or than I want to be when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
