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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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06-06-2026, 11:02 AM (This post was last modified: 06-06-2026, 11:03 AM by Deimos.)
Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The Barracks were a return to normalcy after strange circumstances, and Deimos craved the opportunity and chance to unfurl and unravel those liberating effects of magic. Before long, he’d gathered multitudes of his constituents out in the colder ventures of the open portions, past climbing walls and into the formation of wide-open spaces and an endless sky, surrounded by icy endeavors and pockets of snow. “First one to hit the target,” of which he’d sent upwards on a string of Air enchantments and mischief, “Can have one patrol evening off,” a modest and inspiring challenge, he thought, and he could always fill in the empty slot.
But that proved to be tricky, purposefully, for the masses, as he dragged the floating effigy back and forth with unpredictable factions. Lightning flashed and missed. Fire encountered nothing. Water fell in vague rivulets, and hordes of frustrated faces and features either glowered at him or the target itself. All the while, the Sword wore a content and amused smile, teasing and taunting and allowing his mind to not be filled with the unknown, vague mysteries from the Peepholes.
Eventually, one of the soldiers did manage to chunk off a piece with another flicker of elements, and there was an uproar of victory and laughter, and so Deimos began to lower the constituents, now with one less leg.
Marcus had not intended to spend the entire afternoon buried in books, but by the time he finally pushed away from the table and stepped outside, his shoulders ached and his head felt crowded. As he rolled one shoulder back, be decided he coulduse a good stretch. With that in mind, he made his way toward the Barracks.
As he entered the yard, however, something unexpected caught his attention. The usual sounds of sparring and drills had been overtaken by loud cheering. Marcus slowed. A crowd of soldiers had gathered near one of the training yards, their voices carrying across the courtyard in excited bursts. Some were laughing, others clapping shoulders, and more than a few seemed genuinely impressed by whatever had happened. Curiosity quickly replaced whatever else he was thinking about and he adjusted his angle toward the commotion instead.
The closer he got, the more he heard. Fragments drifted through the crowd. Someone had actually done it. Someone had finished one of Deimos' challenges. Judging by the soldiers' reactions, whoever had completed it had done it at the end of all their ropes. Lifting a brow, Marcus weaved through the soldiers as they dissipated to their next things, and stopped just shy of the Warden, who had his back turned to him. "Sounds like that was quite the challenge." Marcus said after clearing his throat, a smile creeping across his Olson features.
Lowering the target, to be defenseless in the future interims and intervals, he snorted and laughed amongst the rest. Once tallies and timeframes were taken, they’d all gone to clapping on backs and dispersing, so by the time Marcus arrived behind him, Deimos had already calculated a few other steps. Turning his head to glance over his shoulder at the young Olson, he managed another slight grin, strides beginning to maneuver in the direction of braziers and refilling the portions so the embers were more than just mere spitfires. “I do not like to make things easy,” came on veracity for the multitudes, and while he coaxed new flames and peeked into other venues, his mind wandered to more inquiring states.
And while most could be centered on things occurring outside of the periphery, he let his calculations stay here instead. “What brings you here?”
Marcus' gaze followed Deimos as the Warden moved toward the braziers, watching the easy way he tended the flames while speaking. "I noticed," he said with a crooked grin, glancing back toward the training yard where the last of the soldiers were dispersing. "sounds like they earned whatever praise they got, though."
His attention returned to the Warden, and at the question, he rolled one shoulder again, working out the lingering stiffness from hours spent sitting. "Oh, I just came to stretch my legs. Been stuck reading most of the day." The admission came with a slight grimace. Marcus enjoyed learning well enough, but there was only so long he could remain still before restlessness set in. "Figured I'd spend some time training before my brain turned completely to mush."
He hesitated for a moment before continuing, since it was the Warden's wife who had assigned his reading. "I've been working on my water magic." Marcus explained. "Or trying to, anyway. Reading about it only gets me so far. I was thinking about seeing how well I can actually use it in a spar." One brow lifted slightly. "Assuming I can find someone willing to risk getting splashed while I figure out what I'm doing."
“They did,” he surmised, tending to the last brazier requiring inspection, before turning his attention towards the armory, and Marcus simultaneously, listening as the young Olson described his day – cultivating his mind, despite any frustrations with said aspect. Deimos figured everybody needed to sharpen their wits just as much as a sword; and some necessary details and scribing could be found within a tome that might not yield on the battlefield. Both were necessary – it was why he tried to ensure Erebos took up the habit as well. “Understandable,” he noted with a slight wrinkle to his nose; restlessness was akin to his normal, every-day life as well, usually battered between necessities and other ongoing perils. Nor did he take it as a slight towards Evie – she would’ve granted Marcus the assignment for one reason or another.
Placing a few more blades and spears back to where they belonged, his brow arched again at the implications, muffling a snort. “I could make a deal with you – I need to use my fire magic offensively or defensively to strengthen it,” granting the lad a choice of the matter.
