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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
The doors rumble and grind as they rise up. Torchlights flicker upon the walls of what is best described as an underground coliseum - walls that are steep, and high. At their very tops, spectators can be seen peeping over the edge and cheering as they spot the latest combatants. Ah yes... before you is your opponent. The doors grind shut once more. Good luck!
Please post your entrance into your trial and your first action! (e.g. attacking instantly, wondering wtf is going on, saying hello to your friend, all of the above?)
Or at least, he would have thought if he had many thoughts to have right now. The door rose into the coliseum (a place he had seen in his dreams or his hallucinations or any of the other things Arduinna had shown him) and he stepped out, stripped to the waist with his coppery hair cropped short, his blue eyes glazed as though he were under the influence of... something.
Whatever the something was made it really easy to tune out his cowardice and his normally quite gentle nature, and his hands were already morphed into claws and his teeth into fangs even before his opponent stepped out. And whoever it was, Ianto would launch himself at them the moment they appeared, intending on tearing and biting and rending until there was nothing left.
This one is quick - the fox launches forward before his opponent can even react, claws leaving some nasty bleeding marks along Rory's shoulder and arm.
"FIRST BLOOD!" A Fae voice roars. "Ianto wins the first round!"
Ianto has drawn first blood and Rory is knocked out of the tournament!