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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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My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
In the time she's spent researching allogators, she has come to find that maybe Grimm had a point. Her arrows could still pierce it, of that she's certain, but the beasts are proven tanks, and she's no interest in dragging this out for the sake of anyone. Better to make this a clean kill, so she's posted a notice about this hunt and where to show up, although who, if anyone, is coming is going to be a surprise to her beyond the Celestine caretaker.
It’s not the Feverlands afterall, but tot he Hollowed Grounds she directs everyone. Not only should this be a more pleasant terrain, even thick as these woods are, but it’s where she’s at in order to arrange some needed supplies for Hak Etme.
A travel pack of various supplies is behind her, resting off one shoulder. Her quiver and bow and arrows are also nestled back there, layered on top for quicker access. Her knife is in-between her boot and her pantleg, it’s small weight almost fogotten, but she keeps it in mind because she’ll need to use it. For now, she waits, propped up against a tree on an edge of an island, thumb rolling across the new healing ring she’d picked up.
Quest req: Complete a thread using the weapon in 1 (unofficial knife) to hunt something with a thick hide. Allogators and fyrhunds are great choices for this!
Grimm will also be using his Sea Panther shift at least 3 posts to count as a rare.
Please post your character arriving and what they have with them. We will be hunting an allogator using normal stats.
Colt has the following items with her along with: an unofficial dagger sharpened for this quest req, an unofficial bow, and some basic first aid supplies in a pack along with some food and wate.
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Healing Ring | A ring capable of delivering healing via touch. Uses type 2/3 stats
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Nova arrives first in a quiet fluttering of wings disguised in the soft rustle of the canopy. She'd seen the poster, thinking it would be a fun little adventure during her trip. Marcus has mentioned that hunting is fun after all, and Noah seems to think she should do more of it. Plus, it's an allogator. She's never seen one, but she's heard they're huge and she would love to sink her teeth into one.
However, her excitement dampens when she sees exactly who is leading this hunting party. The blond hair is unmistakable, the rancher's stance familiar and confident as she stands alone amidst the woods. Hopping on her small taloned feet, a devious little thought enters Nova's mind.
She tilts her head to search for any nearby creatures, immediately feeling the threads of consciousness from a flock of colorful birds perched a few trees down. Her beady eyes glint, feathers ruffling with excitement as she plucks a handful of minds and pushes them towards Colt.
Nova arrives with everything on her profile and a mischievous attitude. She encourages a few nearby songbirds to harass Colt.
Can compel like-minded animals for assistance (1 large, 3 medium, 5 small, from the same animal family)
Type: Grey | Rank: Basic | Cost: Other
More comfortable in the skin of his shift than his human form, Grimm approaches as a gray-brown wolf with a slim, lithe build. His fur is thin but warm enough for the light chill of Leafchange, built for coastal weather rather than the biting breeze of the Tundra. Still, his paws creep quietly through the forest, easing as naturally over the sticks and mulch as they would sand and stone.
He steps from the dark shadow of a tree, darkness taking form where nothing had been before.
For a moment, he stares at Colt, ears angled forward, long legs poised for action, tail disconcertingly still. He studies her with quiet scrutiny, an intelligence in his golden eyes that could be equal parts Attuned or conniving predator, deciding how to handle what he's found.
Finally, Grimm shifts, muscles growing and scarred skin appearing beneath a set of dirty work clothes, a bag across his back. He doesn't look happy, a furrow deepening the dark set of his eyes as he lets out a low grumble. "This aiyn' the Feiverlan's." It'd taken him three times as long to get here, and the herbs he'd intended to find grew in arid, swampy lands, not the woods.
Although he doesn't plan to say more, a frantic chirping of birds snaps his attention to the trees, a handful of them diving for Colt. He narrows his eyes with obvious suspicion, not moving an inch as he observes the odd behavior. However, as they grow close to the rancher, he purses his lips and presses his mind against theirs to call them towards him.
Grimm arrives with a small bag of supplies and a single dagger. He tries to help Colt with her bird problem.
Can call like-minded animals for assistance (1 large, 3 medium, 5 small, from the same animal family)
Liam arrived at the agreed upon site only to pause in confusion as a small group of birds dive-bombed a blonde woman, only to then redirect their attention to a man he didn't know. He'd thought this was an allogator hunt, not anything to do with birds, so the sequence of events seemed... odd. Maybe coming out here in response to the notice he'd seen posted had been a mistake.
But he was here now, so he stepped forward, eyeing the birds warily. He noticed that the blonde was someone he recognized from King's End, though he hadn't caught her name that day with the wildfire. Assuming that the birds had settled, he glanced between the others gathered. "I'm here for the allogator hunt," he said. "I'm Liam. Just tell me where you need me."
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Liam arrives with everything on his profile except his companions. He also brings a simple bow and a quiver with 12 basic arrows.
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
03-31-2026, 08:46 PM (This post was last modified: 03-31-2026, 08:48 PM by Colt.)
COLT
My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The shift of movement in the woods is minor. Almost enough to ignore, but given she’s not overly familiar with this land, and that she’s already perched on an edge to tackle something formidable today, Colt picks up the change like it’s a line to grab hold of. Her gaze turns her head, breath coming in quick and sharp as the large frame of the wolf emerges. Her pulse spikes, and she wonders if she can reach her bow and arrows faster than his teeth can find her, already cursing the fact they’re not in hand.
Another instinct tells her to wait, that this is not the behavior of a hunter, of one hungry. Curiosity can certainly end in a sharp mouth still, but this view is too apparent for something that means to stalk her. Her body eases as a man stands where beast had been, and a lazy smile greets him. ”I know, sorry. I swung by the Celestine to tell you, but missed you. Left a note, but after researching this more, the Feverlands seemed less ideal to—”
Just then Colt flinches away, ducking from the abrupt flock of birds, which in her opinion is exactly the type of bullshit birds always pull. Cursing under her breath and shying under the overhang of a tree without any elegance to her retreat, Colt tries to use the limbs to help block her from any return attack, although she glances up as if expecting to see a nest. ”The fuck?” she demands, more in an expression of distaste than a search for an answer. Unaware of Grimm's attempted assistance in the matter, the birds are unable to shake the grip of the first mind that controls them, staying under Nova's compulsion.
Straightening her hat as Liam arrives, she brightens, glad he’d found his way here. ”Liam,” she greets, one eye still warily watching the sky. ”Never did find you after the fire that day. Thanks for helping everyone out. I’m Colt.” If her features crease a bit deeper over the word fire, she tries to push through it like it’s nothing. There’s no time for distractions today.
”We can wait a second more, see if anyone else is coming, but yeah, an Allogator is the plan. Tanky as hell, so we can use all the firepower we can get. I asked around closer to town and heard there’s one that likes to sun around here. Think I saw a track that way.” She nods her head towards the bank of the island they’re on. ”Seems it might nest ‘round here, deeper in the woods.”
Gather up and look for a trail
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Nova wishes Vesper were here to see all the fun she's having. Colt ducks beneath the branches to avoid the birds that try to peck at her hair - was it always that shade of blonde? - and Nova has to hide the chirping giggle of her delight. Even if they don't draw blood, she loves watching the rancher scramble.
Her eyes dart to a hulking man who talks funny, looking half wild as he stands there. Maybe having a wolf shift makes people talk like that. She hopes she never finds out.
Then Liam shows up, and recognition flashes bright through her brain, recalling Maea's significant other easily from the housewarming party. She hadn't remembered his name, but Colt is kind enough to fix that for her. Nova guesses she'll hold off on another bird barrage for now.
Tilting her head, she looks to where Colt indicates, excitement coursing through her at the thought of hunting this 'allogator.' Maybe she'll manage to spot it first or sneak in the final blow. But first, she'll have to find it. So Nova takes flight on a silent gust of wind, weaving through the trees towards the bank, bird eyes peeled for any sign of life or movement.
Nova stays in her dreambird shift and looks for clues!
When the birds don't immediately heed his call, Grimm glances suspiciously around them, looking for signs of another Attuned in their midst. It's hard to spot anything in the thick foliage, and impossible to tell which of the creatures they might be hiding as. Unless they reveal themselves now, it would be difficult for him to pick out who they are.
He sets aside the thoughts as Colt regains her composure, catching the snap of a twig before a man moves to enter the space. Having not expected other people at this hunting party, his dark eyes immediately slide to Colt, annoyance rippling like quicksand, requiring an explanation later - perhaps even compensation. He hadn't agreed to this, and although the allogator would be tough to deal with, it was something he was willing to handle without the burden of socializing.
Not even bothering to introduce himself, Grimm gives a grunt to confirm the intelligence then shifts back into the lanky gray-brown wolf. He doesn't look to either of them as he stalks into the trees. Like sliding on a favorite pair of pants, he slips easily into the hunter role, his neck dipping just enough to pick up scents as he scans the undergrowth. Ears perked, he pays especially close attention to any logs that might be an allogator in disguise, opening his mouth to scent the air whenever he gets close to one. He has no intention of being ambushed by an oversized tree trunk.
"Nice to meet you," Liam said, offering a small smile to Colt. She was the only one willing to exchange niceties, though, and the man Liam didn't know stalked off shortly after hearing the rancher out, shifting into a wolf on his way. Liam glanced at Colt, one eyebrow raised, as though to comment silently on the 'friendly' nature of the man. Still, he kept his mouth shut, giving a mental shrug. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here to help.
So off he went, hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes peeled for any sign of the allogator. They were tough creatures, he knew, and he wasn't eager to be caught unawares. He made his way to the shoreline of the island they were on, looking for tracks or anything else he could use to estimate the allogator's whereabouts.
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Liam thinks this is going to be so fun. He searches the shoreline for clues.
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Colt is beginning to wonder if all hunts are always such a ragtag team and if that's why injuries abound in Caido, or if she's just lucky enough to always be part of the spares. Guess she can't complain too much since she's the one that assembled this particular posse, and maybe impatience and shrugs are to blame.
When it seems no one else is coming, and others begin to depart, eager for the potentials ahead, Colt sighs a bit and shifts to fall into stride behind Grimm. She glances up at a flurry of movement in the trees, shoulders lifting defensively as she tucks her head more, wary of the birds still. "Appreciate you coming," she says easily, glancing back at Liam as they fan out and search, her own gaze darting for signs of disturbed foliage, expecting such a lumbering beast to not be passing so cleanly through the trees as to be unnoticeable in some way. "That's Grimm, by the way. He's the new Celestine caretaker, and he knows quite a bit about Allogators, so I'd heed most of what he has to say." It's advice that would be foolish not to take, and she hopes Liam doesn't prove himself a fool. The look over she gets on him properly, now that it's not storming and burning, suggests he carries himself with a practice and confidence. The sort that usually means he doesn't rush in blind, even if he seems to wear his heart openly for others, based on how altruistic he's been thus far.
Nova might be the first to arrive to the Allogator's sunning site, but it'll be Grimm that picks up on the slumbering beast first, the camouflage doing it's work, requiring more than eyes to spot it. She and Liam pick up a few signs along the way, confirmation that the wolf is leading them true, but it'll be up to Grimm to alert them all.
Grimm finds the Allogator! Strategize or oops all attacks
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Her eyes scan tree after tree after tree and she's seeing nothing. They all look the same. Brown bark, green moss, and an annoying lack of life. She narrows her eyes in an attempt to make something appear, but it seems overall ineffective and she has to clamp down on an annoyed chirp.
Nova lands firmly on a branch where she can see the wolf and the people who follow him. If she can't find the allogator, maybe she'll just intercept it before they do. She can still steal the glory, can still jump in on the fun before Colt. So, as much as she hates waiting, Nova fluffs her feathers, huffing a breath as she watches the others from her perch in the tree.
Flicking his ears like he can silence the voices behind him, Grimm focuses on the path ahead. His senses are on full alert, scanning the forest for any signs of the creature, moving carefully through the undergrowth so he might go unnoticed himself.
The sound of ruffling wings momentarily distracts him, his eyes darting up to spot a colorful bird among the branches before a peculiar scent hits his nose. Grimm slows, head lowering as he takes a deeper breath, forgetting about the bird when the smell of damp leather and muddy water bathe his tongue. His eyes sweep the shadows of the bank, cutting through darkness as he searches for the specific log in question.
When his awareness narrows in on a heavy looking piece of mossy bark, Grimm creeps a few steps closer, giving one final sniff to confirm his suspicions. Then he lowers his body, ready for the attack as he waits, casting a quick glance over his shoulder to signal the others of his find and the need for caution.
Grimm gestures to the others that the allogator is nearby then waits for them to be ready.
Liam's gaze followed the wolf for a moment, expression unimpressed. He'd be a fool not to heed someone's advice, but he did wish that it didn't have to come from so surly-seeming an individual. Still, during his time as a Dragoon, Liam had worked with many personalities, and dealing with those less pleasant folk was a skill he'd learned long ago. With a shrug, he said, "I'll keep an ear out - though I don't speak wolf." With a wry grin, he returned his attention to the hunt.
And just in time, as Grimm froze in the trees ahead, lowering his body and glancing over his shoulder as though to indicate that their prey had been found. Immediately sobering, Liam made sure to keep his steps light and his movement quiet as he crept closer, until he could see what Grimm saw. His voice was so quiet as to be nearly non-existent when he glanced at Colt. "I'll follow your lead," he whispered, then waited for further instruction.
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Liam follows Grimm until he sees the allogator, then waits for further instruction.
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
My clothes still smell like smoke Your name's still in my throat But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Colt simpers in response to Liam, because same. Although, far less bothered by some gruff exteriors, and well versed in manic cattle dogs, she maybe is in a far better position than Liam for the company.
As Grimm slows, Colt draws back her own steps, caution filling her like an adrenaline spike coiling in readiness. It’s once the canine lowers himself, that Colt releases a slow breath she’d been tying down in her chest. ”Ready yourselves,” she says low, reaching back to withdraw her bow and a sharpened arrow with it. ”Give it a wide berth, it’s faster than it looks. Don’t clam up, communication is key.” Reminders, perhaps, but she wants them fresh in everyone’s minds.
”Get in and get out if you have to get close. Let someone taunt it if need be.” She crouches down, shoulder bracing against a nearby tree, the sunning allogator as far as she dares keep it—in range, but she doesn’t want to lose sight of it among the woods. She can only hope it does have a nest and doesn’t slip into the water's edge. Breathing in as she nocks her arrow, Colt breathes out to steady herself, and fires at what still looks like a dead log.
Allogator: 1,266 HP
Colt: 144 HP
Nova: 114 HP
Grimm: 95 HP
Liam: 80 HP
Attack the allogator until (it's) dead!
Will roll a die for who the allogator attacks, unless it makes 0 sense for it to make that choice, so don't be making crazy position choices if you can avoid it!
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
The Wildwatch: Hunter’s Presence: Rolls with advantage against regular creatures (anything marked with a difficulty of Normal or below).
When fire meets gasoline Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat It burns bright but damn you lose everything We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
She freezes when the wolf does, looking down to where his eyes are pinned on an inconspicuous looking log. There's nothing about it that suggests it's this 'allogator' that they're searching for, but Nova doesn't want to hesitate and waste her opportunity.
As the wolf looks behind him at the group, she shifts, a white dress with rainbow stitching along the hem appearing to flutter around her legs where she sits up on the branch. She doesn't bother to get down, perfectly happy to perch from her vantage point as she grins down at the log.
Back in her own skin, her magic rises like a fresh wave through her veins, answering her call without restraint. Leaning forward, she splays her hand towards what she assumes is the beast, lancing ice up from the ground to skewer it with a wicked glee.
Nova uses her water magic to jab up into the allogator from her spot in the tree.
Water manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control water within a 30ft radius.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
