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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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04-02-2026, 09:19 PM (This post was last modified: 04-02-2026, 10:01 PM by Aithne.)
Welcome to my underworld Where it gets quite dark
Aithne walks through the Glade, hands clasped behind her back, head tilted back as she surveys the natural splendor of the area around her. It may be Leafchange, but the trees are still beautiful: great, massive things with leaves like fire. The girl likes it better now than in the spring, when everything is just a varying shade of green. Despite the season, birds still linger in the treetops, and their songs cascade through the branches, accompanied by the babble of water that trickles across the landscape in various streams and the pitter-pat of rain falling from the sky. It's all very quiet and peaceful.
The Ancient pauses by a fallen log, hopping up to walk across it, arms spread for balance. She catches sight of a bird's nest in the branches over her head. It's empty, the nestlings long since fledged and moved out to have their own lives. She can relate to them in a way. She, too, has flown the nest, finding her own path.
Hopping down from her log, she settles beneath the shade of a particularly large oak tree. Its branches shade her from the drizzle, and she tucks herself in against the trunk before grabbing a lighter from her pocket. Flicking it open, she summons a small flame, which she then begins to manipulate, twisting and twining the fire through her fingers. It's warm and pleasant on her dark skin, and for the moment, she's content to practice her magic in peace.
At least you know exactly who your friends are They're the ones with matching scars
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Nova bursts through the undergrowth like a glittery tasmanian devil on crack. She explodes with such force that the trees shake, the water of the river rippling with sparkles, and a grouping of birds take off into the sky for fear of whatever chaos she brings. Her eyes search the Glade, brighter and bluer than the crystal waters of the river dappled with raindrops. "JEFF!!!!" she yells, cupping her hands around her lips as she scans the forest.
When her eyes land on Aithne, they widen impossibly more, her body bouncing so quick that she barely touches the ground until she hops to a stop in front of the Ancient. Droplets of water scatter from the red and blonde curls framing her face, a gasp wracking her rainbow and infinitely layered jacket so that the sewn glitter flamingoes peek from the fabric. "Have you seen Jeff??!! He's wearing a glittery blue cowboy hat! I saw him come this way!" The tone in her voice isn't panic, more annoyed if the pinch of her lips has anything to say about it, wondering why Jeff seems to have disappeared after trying on her new creation.
A sudden shout shakes the forest, and the flames flickering around Aithne's fingers stutter out. Damn, she thinks. She'd have to work on maintaining concentration even when some woman is shouting for someone named Jeff. But in the meantime, she wonders who Jeff is: a friend? A lover? 'Companion' doesn't even cross her mind, and when the stranger bounces to a stop in front of her, Aithne offers a fanged grin by way of hello.
"Haven't seen anyone in a glittery blue cowboy hat," she comments. The way the woman's lips pinch makes Aithne think that whoever Jeff is, they might just be in trouble. Her grin widens, tail flicking with excitement, like a cat who's just sighted their next target to pounce on. "But I can help you look, if you want." By which, of course, she means she'll tag along to watch the inevitable fallout of whatever the quarrel she's imagined is.
At least you know exactly who your friends are They're the ones with matching scars
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Giving a disappointed huff to find that the woman hasn't seen Jeff, Nova is immediately looking around again. She looks closer to the ground than one might expect for a boy in a cowboy hat, but she's too focused to deal with questions right now. Jeff needs to be better about communicating. If he didn't like the hat, all he had to do was tell her.
Although 'help' isn't a word she likes, Nova is determined to find him, and she straightens to give a commanding nod of her head. "Okay! You go that way! I'll go this way!" She gives two quick points before twirling in a spray of water and sparkles to march down the bank of the river in search of where Jeff might have gone.
The woman's disappointed huff only makes Aithne grin wider. Maybe she should have said that she did see Jeff, then lead the stranger on a wild goose chase. That would have been fun. But alas, she's thought up the idea too late, so she hops nimbly to her feet, tail flicking behind her as though to dust itself off.
Shrugging at the woman's instruction, she considers going her own way just to see what would happen, but the call of potential drama proves too much to ignore. For a moment, Aithne watches as the stranger twirls off in a spray of water and sparkles, searching oddly close to the ground. Maybe she's looking for tracks or something, or maybe she's just a little odd. Whatever, Aithne thinks, and begins to stroll in the direction she'd been pointed to search for Jeff.
At least you know exactly who your friends are They're the ones with matching scars
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Completely and blissfully unaware of any nefarious thoughts going through her would-be-helper's mind, Nova darts and skips around the riverbank. She searches high and low, crouching around moss and stretching up to look in trees, leaving no stone unturned - literally. Her magic reaches out, pushing aside water and rocks and various things Jeff might be hiding in.
Suddenly, she spots something sparkling along the ground, swearing she recognizes it as the same kind of glitter she'd made for the hat. It tracks down the forest towards an opening ahead, shining blue water shimmering in the distance.
Nova jumps from where she'd crouched, calling over her shoulder to the Ancient. "Come on! I think he went this way!" Then, whether the woman follows or not, Nova rushes down the riverbank, leaving a trail of light in her wake.
