What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
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.
It has been a long time since Mateo had come to this shrine to make his request of Frey. He knows this is long overdue, but he also knows why it's that way, hoping the deity will understand. Delayed gratification leads to prolonged pleasure or so they say, right?
Still nervous to be approaching a herald, despite having done it once already (and knowing, arguably, a lot more about what to expect this time around), Mateo nonetheless strolls through the fragrant water gardens and beneath the boughs of flowering trees to the statue of Frey. Carefully, he sets down his offerings - a small jug of thick cream, a bowl of ripe cherries, a split pomegranate with the jewelled seeds glistening in the twilight.
Stepping back, he then carefully removes his clothes, draping them over a nearby bench until he stands naked before the shrine.
"Frey," he says softly, sinking to his knees with his hands palm up, "I have completed the tasks you set for me. I know it has taken some time, but for a while Everest was... altered. Now, though, I think he needs this more than ever before."
1. Find something that relaxes Everest mentally and see if the same thing relaxes him physically leave it at the door - Organising books at the Archive
2. Find something that relaxes Everest physically and see if the same thing relaxes him mentally sit, boy - Playing fetch with Ever as a doggo
3. See one of Ever's physical or mental triggers and try to help him through it the end of eras - Helped Ever to navigate the Skyport when he arrived home from Torchline D:
4. Find a physical way for Ever to release his tension. (bonus points if it's through orgasm). when push comes to shove - Took Ever for a long-ass run as a man and then a dog. No orgasm though sorry!
I'm a scholar and a gentleman And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
The air answers him before the god does—warm and damp, fragrant with crushed blossoms and something deeper, muskier, more intimate. It coils low, rising like steam off the water and curling through the petals at Mateo’s feet, thick with promise. The leaves above stir without wind. The statue gleams. The world notices.
And then Frey arrives.
Not walking, not stepping—unfolding. Peeling into existence like a secret too rich to keep. One moment, there is only twilight and silence. The next, there is them.
They are, as always, nude. But more than that—designed— just for Mateo. Skin golden and radiant, glistening like honey poured over marble. Their form is fluid in its perfection, curves and lines shifting with slow, hypnotic grace, gender a suggestion rather than a boundary. Their hair tumbles in a tousled crown of spring blossoms and shadow, their eyes bright with amusement and heat both.
"Delayed gratification," Frey drawls, voice low and decadent, curling like smoke in the back of the throat. "Now there’s a phrase after my own heart."
They stroll barefoot through the water, not disturbing a single ripple, crouching languidly in front of the kneeling boy with all the air of a lioness deciding whether to tease or devour. Their fingers trail along his palm—an idle caress, a spark of sensation that travels all the way down his spine. "You’ve kept me waiting," they murmur, though there's no real scorn in it. Only pleasure at the fact that finally, he’s come. "But if you’re bringing cherries, cream, and completion, I suppose I can forgive you."
Their gaze sharpens, curious now as they rise again to their full, towering height, trailing fingertips along the curve of Mateo’s jaw. "So. Tell me what you've done. Show me what you’ve learned. And let’s see just how good your timing really is."
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
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.
Resisting the urge to close his eyes, if only because his prior memory of Frey is so vivid that he can feel the pulse of arousal low in his belly before the deity even properly arrives, Mateo forces himself to inhale a slow, calm breath to feel the whisper of honey tipped fingers upon his skin. His body stirs to life against the touch, his head wanting to turn, his lips wanting to taste, and the tickle of sensation upon his palm has his fingers flinching automatically.
"Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his voice thick as if he'd been drinking from the jug of cream just before making his petition.
With his head guided up under the coaxing of the deity's hand, he drowns in those bright eyes for a heartbeat or two until he realises the question he's been asked, clearing his throad before offering any sort of response. "It was all quite unsexy, I am sorry to report," he says, unable to imagine how tongue-tied he'd be if he did have to describe Everest having an orgasm.
"Physically, Ever always seemed better in a shift rather than as himself. Which... is not that surprising, from what I know of him. Physical activity did seem to help him to find some peace either way. And I tried something repetitive and easy that would keep his mind busy, but that seemed to make him physically tense?" Blinking and shaking his head, evidently his friends reactions have been an enigma to him throughout all of this, but then that's precisely why he's come to Frey in the first place.
"I was able to help him though, I think, when things were overwhelming. Recognising the things that would be triggering, offering a familiar place to sit and get through it. I know not many people understand the way he is, but he deserves to be happy more than almost anybody else I know."
I'm a scholar and a gentleman And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
Frey listens with the sort of attention that feels felt—a hum beneath the skin, a gaze so present it brushes along Mateo’s thoughts as easily as it does his body. Their smile curves slow and fond, a decadent blend of approval and something more intimate, like a favourite toy returned after a long absence and found somehow more valuable for the wear.
"Unsexy," they echo, and the word tastes wicked on their tongue. "Darling boy, don’t you know I find everything sexy when it’s done with intention?" Frey leans in, brushing their nose against Mateo’s, a breath of laughter against his cheek. "You tried. You adapted. You paid attention." A hand slides through his hair, tugging just enough to tip his head back again so they can drink in the honesty laid bare across his face. "And that is always, always enough to please me."
They straighten, stretching with a feline ease, shadows and gold playing over the curves of their body as their voice lowers, silk-smooth and honey-dark. "You’re right, of course. He does deserve happiness. And whether that comes in slow repetitions, in stillness, or in release…" Frey turns, offering a languid glance back over their shoulder, "...it will be his to have."
They turn back to Mateo, and though their smile softens, there’s still fire in it—smouldering and knowing. "You did beautifully. And if Everest accepts this gift, he’ll feel what you’ve laid down here—every choice, every effort, every ounce of care. It will settle in him like roots, like touch." So saying the deity extends their hand, upon which sits a delicate golden acorn.
Mateo has completed his quest and received:
Trauma Acorn | A small acorn made of glass that holds Everest Hart's anxiety. If the glass is broken, all of the emotional consequences and damage will return to Ever instantly.
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
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.
04-30-2025, 01:00 PM (This post was last modified: 04-30-2025, 01:01 PM by Mateo.)
Mateo
Mateo hasn't yet found himself with a kink for affection, but as Frey calls him darling boy, suddenly he's very much all about pet names and praise, the deity's words and attention all but stroking beneath his skin to places he's never felt touched despite his many physical escapades.
WE GOT DADDY ISSUES, DADDY ISSUES, CHAOS JUNKIE, MOMMY ISSUES--
Averting his eyes in a manner that might be deemed coy despite the real flutter of nerves he feels at the breath of laughter that ghosts across his cheek, Mateo finds himself smiling despite all else, relaxing into the fingers in his hair, a flush of heat appearing along the bridge of his nose. Even as they straighten, the botanist's lips part as if to ask for a little more time, a little longer to sit in Frey's presence, and like the very roots the god speaks of, he feels something start to anchor within himself, something that will have him at this shrine again in due time - make no doubt about it.
"Thank you," he says, earnest and open as Frey straightens up, as they open their palm and reveal what might give Ever a second chance at the things he wants, if he's brave enough to take it. "Thank you for everything." For the opportunity, for the reward, for hearing him and seeing him. Mateo reaches out with both hands, reverent, and carefully accepts the acorn, cupping it in his palms as carefully as any sapling.
~FIN
I'm a scholar and a gentleman And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
