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!
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
If it was to be a season of reflection and growth, the Sword wasn’t going to wallow or sink. As tempting as it might’ve been to simply succumb to the apprehension filling his bones, it wouldn’t have done him, his family, or his citizens any good. So with ease and contentment, he slid into the familiar wake of the Barracks and listened as the world came alive – clanging metal, rushing feet, parallels of learning and instruction rampaging through protective thresholds and easygoing jibes.
They echoed even as he stared down the armory; easily swayed by things he readily understood. Enticed by the allure of blades and staffs, bows and axes; attachments to thresholds with long ranges and more opportunity to unfurl, unravel, from a distance. But if he often encouraged his constituents to reach out of their comfort zone, then he needed to do the same, and not dwell amidst the nuances of complacency.
Eyes narrowing, he snagged at a pair of knives, and then went to the nearest target, testing the shortened expanse upon the stuffed figure.
Stepping into the bustling barracks, Elizabeth almost had trouble thinking. The overlay of ringing and clashing and talking and wind was a cacophony in her mind, making her eyes lose their focus as she crept around the edge, looking for a secluded section that might provide her some space to practice. She pulled her fur-lined cloak tighter around her with a shiver. Even the Longheat in Halo was cold, compounding with the supernatural chill that still settled in her bones. Hopefully the physical activity would provide some relief.
When she finally spotted the targets, a sigh escaped her, especially as she saw a familiar face. Smiling, Elizabeth approached Deimos, sure to stay visible to keep from startling him (not that she thought it was possible). Trying to keep from shouting, but enable to hear herself, she said, "Hey, Deimos! Mind if I join you?!"
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
He’d seen her sidling along the barracks out of the corner of his eye. But in between making broad slashes and adjusting the way he held the knives, he’d let her be – some often came in simply to train and practice on their own, without the scruples and analytics of his instruction and supervision, or the good-natured ribbing of the fellow soldiers. Unless they were being dangerous and ridiculous, the Sword permitted mostly anyone to occupy the space; that’s why it’d been built.
However, as she loudly announced her presence, he quirked a brow, ceasing the motions to step back and address her properly. “Elizabeth,” came with a nod of his head. “If you want – are you accustomed to using knives?” From what he recalled during previous conversations, the sharpened proportions hadn’t come up; but then again, she could’ve churned towards them in the seasons she’d been amidst Halo.
Noticing the grimace, Elizabeth tried to decrease her volume, even as she had difficulty hearing Deimos through the ringing. However, she got the gist of his words enough to answer. "Not really. I've held one once or twice, but that's about it." She glanced down at the weapons, considering the lack of experience with weapons overall. The staff was the only one she had semblance of skill with, but even that was mediocre at best. Knives? Even less.
Picking up one of the knives placed at the station, she let her hand wrap around the handle. It felt cold and solid, very different from the pliable warmth of the staff. It was heavier than she would have anticipated and she wondered how people managed to throw them with such distance and accuracies. Looking to Deimos, she gave him a sheepish smile, knowing that she probably held the knife like a dainty lady with a hammer. Completely out of her comfort zone. But how else was she supposed to grow?
