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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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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.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
The fields swept underneath her and it tasted like freedom. A semblance of liberation that only the wind in her face and power in her hands could provide. Her control, her might, a forging of expanse and disarray and chaos down the wooden steering frames and the rush of speed galvanizing her onward.
The Firecracker loomed with its sails taking on the air and maniacal grin spread across her face. She could have done this for hours, loitering and lingering across the skies with naught in her way save for destinations and calamity. And it’d be enough, someday, to have conquered everything below with all her mayhem and expanse.
But Mourn lingered instead, with rushes of meadows and flowers and that quiet way that everyone lamented within its sphere; whether it be through legend or the hulking Barrows in the distance. Fangorn rumbled by her knee, vines encircling the rim of the boat, and she glanced out over, seeing shadows and moving figures below.
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
05-10-2025, 12:19 AM (This post was last modified: 05-10-2025, 10:55 PM by Colt.)
COLT
Coming back from New Haven, supplies slung over either side of her saddle, Colt is planning to make her way back home. It's just an assortment of fruits, snacks, and a bottle or two to restock her cabinets, a quick trip. Or so, that had been the plan as she and the buckskin baby under her move over the slopes of hills and plains.
She liked to use errands to get some time under the saddle on the youngsters. Giving them a job besides arena work and a long stretch to wear themselves out on and settle into listening has been a trick of hers for years. Of course, you always run the risk of coming across something unusual, something that requires a more experienced steed to see you through to the other side. King's End is generally serene though, and this thought is distant in her mind, even with the void infection still lingering.
The great hulking shadow of the Firecracker sweeps over the green hillsides like an unusual dragon. As it swept across them, like a hawk driving chickens to scurry, so that buttermilk ass tucked with sudden fervor. Uh oh.
Colt sat deeper in her hips, the hand resting on her leg sliding up to the horn as the baby under her suddenly bolted. From unhurried trot to thundering gallop, he shot off like a streak, and Colt grit through the ride as she yelled up in annoyance at the sky ship. "HEEEEEEEEEEY!"
Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall, get back on again
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.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
Someone cried from below, and Melita took the opportunity to lean out over, glancing downward at the woman and horse. They were moving at an inspiring pace, and the Honeybee was suitably impressed, thoroughly unaware that she was the cause of said scene. For now, anyway.
“Hello!” She waved in return from over the sails, contemplating delusions of grandeur and the general makeshift of her mischief impending – all threatening to loosen with her Cheshire grin as she hollered and howled again, over the torrents of wind billowing against her face. Oblivious to the stranger’s annoyance or irritation, a friendly and amiable quality followed through, waving once more at the pair. “Do you want to race?”
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
05-10-2025, 09:29 PM (This post was last modified: 05-10-2025, 10:55 PM by Colt.)
COLT
An orange jostled free of the pack and spilled onto the ground as the horse ran, bouncing briefly before rolling in a spinning track of abandonment. Colt glanced back at it, holding her hat with the wind of the beast. "Damn, I was gonna eat that for breakfast tomorrow," she sighed, doing her best to set her weight in and pull the reins with a back and forth release, a gentle knock on the runaway's mind. "Easy boy," she murmured softly, "come back to me." He had the bit right where he wanted it though, and bull-headed, he leaned into the pressure with a bow to his neck.
Peering back over her shoulder as a voice drifted down from the ship, Colt tried to make out the message as the wind worked to chop it up. A greeting, to which Colt waved her hand, an attempt to keep that attention, but the rest? Don't pace? "YEAH!" Colt hollered up at the grinning captain, grateful she understood to back off and give her baby back his brain.
Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall, get back on again
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.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
The resounding YEAH, wholly unaware of any mixed messages, signals, or motions lost to the wind, was all Melita needed. The Honeybee cracked a wide open grin, wholly content and amused that she’d found a stranger just as eager for ridiculous antics (and on a horse - neat), that she went ahead and opened up the sails further. The race was on.
The Firecracker zipped along – used to the demigod’s need for speed, but the equine below wasn’t the only thing she’d managed to perturb. Some birds nearby, clearly intent on a leisurely stroll and hover amidst King’s End, were suddenly nearly squashed by Melita’s barreling and swift skyboat. They flew and squawked and freaked out in all directions, but namely towards the horse and rider.
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
Now, Colt is not a master boater (just the other thing). She has been on a boat, a ship, whatever the difference even is, a time or two both sea and sky. So she isn't fully certain when those sails seems to expand if that's good or bad.
She soon learns it's not good, for her.
The sheep slices through the wind with unmistakable power and grace, and regrettably, an increase in speed. The buttermilk body beneath her dashes madly, certain his time is nigh, head tossed and rolling with a wildness born of fear. Colt keeps rhythm with him, breathless with the speed as she submits to hanging on, especially as he teleports to the side with the introduction of the horse-eating birds. His shoulder drops—she feels like she's riding air. It's a blink, barely, and then the leg around him hooks her along the sideways path he carves into the ground, leaving just her stomach behind. Her fists grow white on the horn and another orange pops free and bounces away.
Gritting her teeth, Colt reaches in and grabs for something, anything in her grocery pack. She pulls out a bunch of bananas, and ripping them off, throws them one by one towards the Firecracker merrily sailing along.
Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall, get back on again
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.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
Melita, utterly delighted to see the horse picking up speed, continued in her own molten pursuits. The birds didn’t bother her in the least (if they didn’t get out of the way, they’d simply be run over). Her massive grin was displayed as she looked over the side again, content to see Colt still persistent, with…ooh, are those bananas?
The fruit was flung in her boat’s direction, and she could hear a smack of the potassium laden proportions hit the wood of the Firecracker in a distinct splat. Obviously, it didn’t do much, except now the smuggler would have to wash it soon – so now she had to figure out how to slow down this renegade rider next. Oh, she knew!
Several ducks still in her possession, she tossed them overboard, intending to either snag at the equestrian, or simply made a very strange thing for it to spook at. Or whatever it was that horses did.
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
Unfortunately the bananas don't deter the streak of the ship much, doesn't send it spinning off a rainbow road, nor is her reach enough to pummel the driver. What it does do, is elicit return fire, in...ducks?
Small, duck-shaped baubles of various colors and designs sprinkle down like some horrific rain of chaos. The baby horse rather thinks so too, is certain in fact, that the sky is falling and death is imminent. So, clearly, his only choice is to rid himself of the deadweight on his back. That buckskin head sinks between stiffening knees, hopping post-legged like a crow for a bit before launching into full out bucks that send his heels up as if in warning to the dragon-ship. Colt grits her teeth against the jarring backward bend of his back, gripping on rein tight and rolling a spur up his champagne side. Broncing is one one things she will not abide.
"Mother fucking shitbag get your fucking head on straight you god damn piece of shit baby." she chants as they go, and he finally rounds his nose to her leg, flanks heaving, sweat dripping from the edges of his eyes where his nerves have worn thinnest.
Colt inhales steadily and slowly releases the pressure of the rain, letting them both recover for a second. The baby does so with a tight quiver humming through him, as if he's tired but no less worried. Colt moves to shift her weight down into one boot, to re-wiggle the saddle on center, and that sends the cream colt back into a blitz of feet that nearly gives her whiplash.
Fuck it.
She reaches back in her pack and pulls out a beer, cracking it and pressing it to her lips as she lets the idiot run himself ragged. The ship is still nearby, either angling back towards them or her stupid mount is too focused on spooking at his own shadow he doesn't realize he's running back for it, doesn't matter to her any more. She lobs one of her beers over to the captain, and whether it detonates on impact or results in Melita joining her in a drink, she doesn't really fucking care anymore.
Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall, get back on again
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.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
Melita watched, utterly delighted by the chaotic little horse down below. She’d ridden a fair amount, but most of them tolerated her – this one seemed far more inclined to lose his rider. Perhaps he was helping participate in the race…well, in his own way.
What she didn’t expect at all, save for the previous banana incident, was the beer; truly awe-inspiring to behold as the stranger took one out for herself right there. She also didn’t estimate the likelihood of one flying at her, so much so that she wasn’t quite ready for its lob to come in her direction. Not even bothering to shift the Firecracker, it was maneuvering at a decent clip anyway, the Honeybee lifted her hands upwards to catch the glass bottle, missed it by fragments, and listened to it crash against the deck in a piercing onslaught.
Fangorn shrieked, as he rightly should’ve.
Sighing, and adjusting the sails as the aroma flickered over, she sighed. “I missed, sorry! Got anymore?”
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
Given Colt tends to throw lassos and not fruit, beverages, or balls of any manner usually, she's rather proud of herself for managing to get the drink to the captain, fumbled as the reception is in the end. As Melita calls down, her words still half-eaten by the breeze of their race, Colt understand enough of the sentiment and grins back in response. Hard feelings have been hammered into the ground under hoof, replaced with exasperation and the shrug of acceptance. The baby will tire eventually, and then she'll torture him mercilessly for days afterwards with images of ships and things floating overhead until he's so desensitized he'll stand still for an eagle to lift him off and take him back to its nest.
"Here you go!" Colt calls back as she fishes another beer out of her pack and lobs it towards the Honeybee. Meanwhile the buttermilk blur is beginning to slow a bit, either growing accustomed to the firecracker's presence, or realizing that running isn't solving his problems, or is just plain running out of gas. Since the latter is the only one that doesn't require thinking, Colt's betting that's the reason.
Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall, get back on again
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.
your dreams are all full of war you are from another time
This time, Melita was ready – eager anticipating the reel of another bottle flailed through the air. Colt’s aim on this interval was plenty, permitting the Honeybee to gracefully lean over and pluck it from the sky, before it collided into any wooden frame of the skyboat. She didn’t even have to maneuver it, save for a few tugs of the sail lines. “Thanks!” She hollered, cupping her hands as best she could with beer in hand. “We’ll have to race again next time!” Since, based on her excellent distractions and skills (at least in her mind), she’d clearly won the impromptu competition.
Whether or not it was actually fair wasn’t really up for discussion, at least when it came to the Honeybee.
With a genial wave, she flickered the Firecracker back across the horizon, content with the chaos extended across King’s End yet again.
[FIN]
salvation doesn't look like light So what remains?
