From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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11-19-2018, 05:38 PM (This post was last modified: 11-19-2018, 05:41 PM by Isengrimm.)
WHAT IS GLASS BUT TORTURED SAND?
WHAT IS LIFE BUT DEATH PENDING?
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drift over the dawn-lit trunks glowed an ethereal, shapeless breath; a single heartbeat stood amongst the twig, leaf and bracken. With emerald eyes and copper hair he almost appeared as part of the branches, another ornament of the woodland realm, though the creature that stood watchful amongst the trees was not in the slightest bit as benign and pleasant as the boughs and hollows.
Isengrimm Edelwolf was not an uncommon kind of man. He was a fox amongst a gaggle of geese, a wolf in sheep’s clothing — the list of idioms could grow until the cows came home. Like that fox who hid betwix the geese he was cunning and elusive, and as he stood as a hushed sentinal against the trunk of an oak bow drawn and arrow under thumb, he was also a viper coiled to strike.
But Isengrimm had no quarry to hunt today.
He had learned from a young age to always keep an arrow in your hand when you felt you had eyes upon your back.
If Isengrimm was the wolf amidst the fox, then Remi was a sheep to be sure.
The flash of copper hair in the dappled light immediately caught the alchemist's gaze; Ianto? Feeling his heartbeat quicken, Remi tried to follow the cloaked figure with about all the stealth and cunning of an overly excited dog waiting for its dinner. Please let it be him, Remi thought, trotting quickly over the mossy undergrowth as dextrously as he could.
"Hello—" He called out, his pleasantly accented voice singing through the air. Never one to prowl or stalk, the alchemist tried to make himself immediately known, though it was very likely the stranger (hopefully he wasn't, though) had heard him coming if he was at all diligent in being aware of his surroundings. However it was never Remi's intention to hide, and so as his voice carried out so too did the man try and poke his head through the trees to make his presence all the more obvious.
Dressed as he normally was in charcoal-stained paints and a light coloured shirt and wearing his sunny and boyish-looking smile, Remi raised a hand in completely unthreatening greeting.
remi
sometimes love is war but sometimes you win
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.