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?)
Gods, it feels like an eternity before the door begins to shift and move. The sound is piercing at first, the cry of stone on stone, and torches align the top of the coliseum. And she takes a split second as she enters the room to glance up – to look to the torches and the spectators, to the high walled stone walls, before her iceberg gaze lands on the opposite door that opens. He isn’t someone she recognizes, and deep down she’s pleased by that. Less apologies after, that way.
She makes a mental note to ensure her knives are secured as she grabs one and palms it, eyes focusing on Lucas and awaiting to see what kind of tricks he has up his sleeves. As for her? The vulture form remains hidden for now in favor of old fashioned brawling and blades. She wouldn’t have the scars on her arms or her back without them – though the scar on her neck is an entirely different story. She steps further in, closing a bit of a gap between them before taking up a defensive stance, a predatory look about her eyes as she watches him to see what he does.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
The door moved and Lucas shifted the spear that Adam had so kindly gotten for him (he had a feeling that the other man was going with 'pitch fork' and that was fair, but still - a fine weapon).
Stepping out into the torchlight, the jeering, the cheers of the coliseum, he was reminded of hellfire and brimstone, of fights in the pit and the sound of howling and the smell of blood. But the lovely creature before him was not a demon - and if she was she was a pretty little heathen - and he paused, for just a moment, to bow to her elegantly.
Then he threw his spear at her, intending to puncture and brutalise, to maim and to win.
The man that appears out of the other side of the door isn’t who she expects either, and she watches him like a predator watching its prey before she realizes he has a similar look about him as he sizes her up. There’s a loud bout of cheering up above and she savors it as she takes up her defensive stance. But he bows and she finds it to be a bit more refined than she anticipates, and she adjusts her grip on one of the knives as she dips her head in a nod of acknowledgement.
He’s got a cute face about him, and there’s something within him that reminds her much of herself. Battleworn, honed, a blade. But while he might consider her a demon in her own right, he would be absolutely correct. The spear sails toward her and misses spectacularly, and she follows it with that icy gaze before a smirk play at her lips. “Just when I was hoping for blood.” She calls to him with a tsk in her voice and a harpy’s smirk. She moves to block his access to the spear, with a few quick steps and lets the knife in her hand fly out to him, hoping it might hit him in that pretty chest of his.
There’s something about a battle with guaranteed blood and cheering and handsome company that gets her heart pumping, and with it, she intends to win.
Kiada throws her knife at him while blocking access to the spear hoping it’ll hit him in the center of his mass!
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Well that failed wonderfully, didn't it? Lucas took a moment to berate Adam for no reason other than he had been the one to give him the spear, when suddenly there was a knife being launched in his direction.
"You might get your hope yet," he called. The Ascended would attempt to throw himself out of the way and into an elegant roll. If successful, he would respond by slipping his own knife from his boot, launching it at Kiada in return. What a dance this was turning out to be.
A chorus of oohs and aahs follows the knife throwers, the assassins, the prowling, predatory duo.
And yet there is a note of frustration, of bloodlust about it all, for each blade misses its mark. The opponents, it would appear, are very evenly matched.
It surprises the Harpy, just how much they appear to be evenly matched. His voice even surprises her as he calls back to her — a hum of music to her ears, surrounded by cheering and oohs and ahhhs from above. A wolfish grin forms on her lips as he dodges her blade, elegantly rolling and dipping away from it to throw his own to her. And with it, there’s a laugh that bubbles from her chest, something akin to a wolf’s howl.
The blade soars toward her, and she dodges it too with a not so elegant roll — halfway through, she shifts into her vulture and takes off, soaring toward the Ascended with sharp talons out, aiming to scar, to grab, to break.
Kiada shifts into her vulture form and tries to strike out at Lucas with her talons.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
With his own blade gone and neither one of them marked, Lucas wasted no time in skidding back the way he came to pick up Kiada's knife, intending to use it again on her. But when he turned it would be to see not a woman but a vulture soaring towards him, talons greedy and outstretched. "Now that isn't fair," he purred, his shadows lurching up - all three of them, yes - to try and block the attack. Hopefully he'd be quick enough. Providing he was, he'd throw the knife anyway, trying to catch one of the bird's wings.
This fight is proving the most exciting so far, yes. But also the most frustrating.
Swooping and throwing blades, feathers and shadows and all manner of other tricks and treats! And yet, when all is said and done, each of the combatants still stands, not a mark upon them.
His voice reaches her as she shifts and glides toward him, scarlet eyes widen a fraction as shadows appear, and silently something within her writhes and screams with them. Ah, but she’s careening toward him, and he throws a blade toward her, and she dives, swooping around back toward the spear, shifting back into herself as she lands.
“All’s fair in love and war.” She chides, icy gaze full of amusement (and a wink) as she slides them back to him, grabbing onto the spear and throwing it toward him like a javelin.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Well, both of them were still untouched - somehow. Lucas was grinning as Kiada darted back, his shadows writhing about him once more. Both knives were out of his reach, but at least his opponent was kind enough to return his spear.
"Fair? I don't play fair," he quipped back, trying to dive into a roll to avoid the spear throw.
If he was successful, he'd dart back to his feet and let one of his shadows snap out to whip at her, sharp and intent on leaving marks.
All good things come to an end. But if it is any consolation, the crowd thoroughly enjoy the back and forth, the near hits and near misses. However, there is only so long that these couple of lovebirds can play kiss chase.
The spear lances out, sharp and wickedly glinting in the light, and thocks into Lucas's shoulder as he moves to dive out of the way. Oops.
"FIRST BLOOD!" a Fae voice roars. "Kiada wins the first round!"
Kiada has drawn first blood and Lucas is knocked out of the tournament!
A devilish grin leaves her lips as he speaks, and the spear leaves her hand. Iceberg eyes sweeping over him as the spear hits him in the shoulder. Something predatory and selfish within her blossoms as it strikes, and she can’t help it when her grin grows more wolfish. She’s prepared to continue, to strike once more when he’s disabled, but then…
The eruption from the crowd declares the Harpy as the winner, and she almost sadly puts away her rogue knife. She finds herself stepping closer to Lucas with a playful look to her eyes, a purr of playfulness to her voice. “Better luck next time babe, but do let me know if you want a round two.” She hums with a light chuckle and a wink, making her way to wherever they direct for the next round.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
