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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Jump in the car, get on the road Travel where nobody knows No turning back, feet on the dash
When she offered to be helpful, she expected to be doing surgeries, not handed a broom and told to march up a bunch of stairs. The only upside is she's in good company, but that doesn't do anything to remove the actual work. "Why is it soooooooo tall," she grunts, having paused partway up the climb for a breather. Sat on one step, her back pressed against the wall, she glances up at the curving cut of stone with no visible end in sight.
This of course would be a much easier task if she were climbing the stairs on two legs and holding the broom and rag in her hands, but the only truly sensible way to go up is slapping about on her hands and toes, broom pinched between her shoulder and neck like some crooked horse.
Can't pay the tab, sneak out the bar We skip towns like shooting stars We're on the run, just living life
'cause dirt on you is dirt on me, and we both know our hands ain't clean
Calan is rarely anywhere without Carlo, but his twin is presently home sick in bed, which means there’s only one extra set of hands and feet thundering up the lighthouse stairs behind Fern instead of two. He makes enough noise for both of them anyway, galloping around each curve like an angry buffalo with absolutely no respect for indoor voices, sensible pacing, or the broom bouncing awkwardly against his shoulder.
When Fern stops, Calan very nearly barrels straight into her. He jerks himself short with a startled scuff of his shoes, wobbles dangerously, then drops onto the next stair with all the dignity of someone who’d meant to do exactly that. His chest heaves as he tips his head back, squinting suspiciously towards the unseen top as though the lighthouse has personally arranged this insult. "I bet the gods said it has to be this way," he decides, dragging in another breath before lifting his chin with grave importance, "so that only the very strongest can get to the top."
if it all goes wrong and we end up on the news, if you go down I'm goin' down too
Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3
Jump in the car, get on the road Travel where nobody knows No turning back, feet on the dash
Oblivious to the near-wreck she's almost caused, especially when he plops down with enough grace to be kingly, a small, sharp sound blooms in her throat at his explanation. A gasp of understanding, excitement carving the drawn out expression she hands him over the stone. "Like a test of worthiness!" Now it makes sense, and as her eyes lift back up with newfound awe and appreciation, these don't seem nearly tall enough anymore. "Trials the likes of which few have ever seen, decreed by the divine to be impossible, and so the heroes who rise above it seat themselves properly before heavenly notice."
Renewed vigor grips her with such alarming potency that she pops up so fast the motion almost carries her right off her step, but the broom bristles splay under her weight as she deftly catches herself and stays propped up, no longer a horse but a mage facing down a perilous journey. "We're strong enough," she says defiantly to the corridor of stairs that might yawn with bordeom for the amount of times they've heard such a claim.
"Careful, I bet it's also booty trapped." she slides over to him from the corner of her mouth as she slaps a foot down on the stair above her and begins to ascend in the slow-motion regality that conquering mortal limits deserves.
Can't pay the tab, sneak out the bar We skip towns like shooting stars We're on the run, just living life
