Perhaps the closest equivalent of Caido’s golden retriever energy, Zavien has been the light in an otherwise patch of darkness. Always putting others first, working hard at being a Dragoon and helping Stormbreak thrive in kindness, and always being optimistic, Zavien’s outlook is refreshing and wonderful even with drama and terrible things occurring around him. He always has something helpful to say and a willingness to lend a hand that makes it so fun to keep up with him and we can’t wait to see what else comes his way.
Congratulations, Zavien!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
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Having left the Ark out at Jack Tar Landing (a place that feels like a namesake for the captain but isn't), it's been a fairly long trip into the Inner Quarter and down into The Last Whisper, such that when he arrives, night has long since fallen and all but the shadiest - or most fun, depending on your preferences - establishments have long shut up shop. Still, Jack has a feeling that the place he's searching out never sleeps. And he's got a man to see about a boggart in the Labyrinth.
If he's lucky, perhaps he'll be able to kill an Ancient two birds with one shard of ice magic, but even if that isn't the case, he's more than happy just to take the boggart out on his quest for the starlit goddess. Dressed in dark clothing very much intended to take advantage of the night, and with silver on his tongue and blood on his mind, Jack steps silently down the street towards the brothel known as the Dusklight.
are the angels on their way? i’m in the dirt
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
He is also branded with two small star tattoos beneath his left eye towards the outer corner.
the echoes of the thunderclaps reverberation of the dead
Harper is a frequent face at the Dusklight, so what few souls that travel her path don’t look twice upon seeing the Stalwart crumpled on one of the benches leading to her doors. The irony is that he isn’t steeling himself for a drunken shuffle home - he hasn’t even made it there tonight.
The time between his goodbye with Hadama and now is a murky lake of misery. How and what he failed to achieve doesn’t matter when it can’t surface above the agony of grief. A face and name that has never seen Caido’s realm and never will plagues him like a shade. Sticky, alcoholic residue coats his empty hands (where did the bottle go?) but in the darkness it looks and feels like her blood (why her? Why not those who disappeared, alive but cruelly absent?).
Boots on cobblestone make him jolt, bloodshot eyes sweeping sharply only to be followed by a lolled head. “Wait -” it’s a gurgle of a thing, broadcasted out to Attuned ears that are nowhere within reach, but perhaps the mumbled efforts of his lips might find purchase.
provides the tempo for the song describing how all things went wrong
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
09-04-2024, 09:38 PM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2024, 09:38 PM by Jack.)
JACK
see me falling yeah, down and lonely
It says much and more about Harper's thoughts that they don't even strum across Jack's radar as he passes by - nothing beyond the liquor-thick mire of a man deep in his cups, anyway. Only that one word - wait - has him pausing, the tap of his boots halting on the cobblestones, and were it not Harper of all people, a second's hesitation is all it would have been. But it is the Stalwart, however hilariously ironic that title has become nowadays, and the captain glances over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at the man slumped on the bench.
"A picture says a thousand words, so they say," he drawls, and whilst Harper might not be able to see the captain's smirk in full - if he can see much at all - it blooms into full view as he turns to face the other man. "If Flora could see you now," he continues, remembering well the fiery leadership contest that had seen Torchline's current queen clash with... well, with this.
"Well? I've waited."
are the angels on their way? i’m in the dirt
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
He is also branded with two small star tattoos beneath his left eye towards the outer corner.
the echoes of the thunderclaps reverberation of the dead
Harper has been too deep in the bottle for seasons - years - now to blame a lack of tolerance or the effect downer-substances on his mentality in the moment Jack turns to him. There is only the steady refrain of please, end it, stop it, take it away.
Flora is a golden spark of familiarity that snuffs out amidst the void between stars, or perhaps the long shadow at Jack’s feet. Had she ever been more than that to Harper? The implication of her feelings can’t distract his wild state from Jack’s shadowed face.
Jack. How funny it comes to this. A stranger, yet a thorn in his side. A man as easy to buy as those nubile bodies in the Dusklight, that is how Harper sees him. It’s hilariously cruel - one last pebble in his shoe - to know that Harper has lost so much he can’t even barter with a man like Jack. Is vitriol enough? Disdain? Is the weight of a con-man’s errant emotions enough to gamble his life on, hoping the coin comes up tails?
“Are you armed?” Would it matter? Any pain will be temporary. He’s already suffered this much. “I have coin and any items y’want at my room if you make it look natural. Or a mugging.” The slur of inebriation pales in comparison to the clarity in his eyes, the pain so deep it bends his knee before someone he should never trust to end it instead of prolong it. “Y’understandin’ me?” Oh, if only he knew exactly how clearly he’s coming through.
provides the tempo for the song describing how all things went wrong
With the Hollowed Grounds’ alterations in landscape, some of the animals have grown a bit wilder. A bit bolder.
So while it may surprise some, and others not at all, a crow swoops down, snatching at clothing and bags with sharp, irritating, and annoying talons. Maybe you just lost a piece of bread, or a valuable keepsake!
Whoops. Best go try to get it back!
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