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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Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
07-17-2025, 07:13 AM (This post was last modified: 07-17-2025, 07:20 AM by Remi.)
the bastion
Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong
The waves come in soft, barely enough to stir the edge of the sand where Remi's heels rest. His legs are stretched out toward the surf, his palms pressed to the ground behind him, fingers half-buried in damp grit. The breeze has cooled with the hour, lifting the ends of his curls and bringing with it the scent of salt and something faintly sweet from the jungle beyond.
He sits where the tide can find him if it wants to, the bottle of wine beside him opened but untouched. The cork is somewhere behind him, forgotten.
His eyes are closed. There’s no sound but the sea. No words, no spell, no grand gesture. Just a quiet space, held open in case Mort is listening, which, Remi well knows, he is.
Remi has completed his quest gained in as long as i've got you and me
1. Collect a physical item from every place that Remi and Ronin have lived together over the past 10 years.
The air stills—not in silence, but in reverence. Between the breeze and the hush of the tide, the edge of the world bends just slightly, and the golden light of Mort’s realm spills forth like morning breaking through the trees. It parts the shadows gently, the towering silhouettes of sky-high trunks briefly glimpsed in the shimmer before the veil seals again, leaving only the warmth of something eternal behind.
Barefoot, boyish, and aglow with that familiar quiet joy, Mort steps onto the sand.
He says nothing at first, instead, he sinks down beside Remi with the ease of a dear friend returning home, his presence folding into the moment like it had always belonged there. One hand reaches out, fingers brushing grit and damp before settling affectionately on Remi’s shoulder.
"You’ve done well," he says, voice low and luminous, every word stitched through with pride. The squeeze he gives is firm, warm, grounding. "How was revisting your past?"
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
The warmth reaches him before the voice does—slow and steady, like sunlight easing through a canopy. Remi doesn’t open his eyes right away, but the tension that’s lived in his shoulders is suddenly carried off on the tide or buried in the sand. By the time Mort settles beside him, Remi’s already let his body lean slightly in that direction, the way a child might toward someone they trust without needing to think about it. The touch to his shoulder is met with a soft huff of breath, not quite a laugh, but something close—relieved, maybe. Grateful.
"Thanks," he murmurs, the word simple and unadorned as he lifts a hand to ruffle a curl at the top of his head, the gesture more boyish than he probably means it to be. [psay]"Some parts were harder than others."
His gaze drifts out to the water, where the waves catch the last of the light and scatter it in pieces too small to hold. "The wagon," he says after a pause, voice quieter now. "The one we lived in when we first came to Torchline. Ronin wanted to turn it into a painting studio for Seren." He doesn't say more than that. Yhe rest of it—what became of Seren, the brush that never met canvas, the dreams that stayed folded away in drawers—is all there in the silence between them.
I'll stay here with you Until this dream is gone
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Mort listens without interruption, the hush between Remi’s words treated with as much reverence as the words themselves. His expression is open, his presence steady—not to fill the silence, but to honour it. When Remi speaks of the wagon, Mort’s gaze lowers slightly, lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks. "She was," he agrees, his voice as gentle as the sea-glass glint on the water. "An artist like her mother. Like her father. That part of her never left—and it never will."
The god’s smile is quiet but certain, as if speaking a truth older than the sand beneath their feet.
Then, with the ease of someone retrieving something long prepared, Mort reaches behind him. His hand returns with a lantern—small, elegant, and glowing faintly from within. The glass is subtly tinted, the brass worn smooth, and it flickers not with flame, but with soft golden light that pulses like a heartbeat. "This," Mort says, offering it to Remi, "is for your celebration. When the time comes—light it. For as long as it burns, your guests may come freely. No walls, no weight. Just joy, and the ones you’ve been missing."
Remi has completed his quest and received:
Mort's Lantern | A lantern from the god of death himself which will open the doorway to his realm for one night, allowing the dead to walk freely.
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
A faint smile curves his lips, one shaped more by understanding than comfort. Remi knows the dead aren’t lost—not truly. He’s felt that certainty in Mort’s presence, in the spaces left behind, in the way grief softens with time but never fully leaves. But knowing isn't the same as healing, and even truth doesn’t always dull the ache of an empty bed or an unfinished painting.
His gaze shifts to the lantern as it appears, and something in him stills. He reaches for it slowly, both hands cupped beneath as if holding something living. His breath hitches, drawn in and held as his fingers brush the glass, and for a moment he doesn’t move at all—just studies the soft glow, the quiet pulse within. No words come, only the salt-prickle of tears he doesn’t try to hide, eyes shining in the dimming light. When he does speak, it’s barely more than a whisper.
"Thank you."
I'll stay here with you Until this dream is gone
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Mort says nothing at first. The weight of Remi’s gratitude, the ache folded into his silence, is more than enough. Instead, the god leans in, lips brushing Remi’s temple with infinite tenderness. The gesture holds no grandeur—only love, and the kind of understanding born from centuries of watching people carry both joy and sorrow in equal measure.
"I am happy to leave the door to my realm unlocked," he murmurs, voice like soft earth and candlelight, "for a night in the name of love...and in the name of life." His smile turns a touch wry, eyes gleaming with something warmer than divinity. Given who Mort loved above all else, it was perhaps not so strange at all.
Then he reaches for the bottle of wine, and as his fingers curl around its neck, two glasses blink softly into being—simple, elegant, rimmed in starlight. Mort pours with casual grace, then lifts one toward Remi. "To love," he says, the sea wind catching his curls. "And to friends never truly lost."
And when the glasses meet with a quiet chime, the lantern between them pulses once—bright and golden—holding the promise of what’s yet to come.
