Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
Ah, so Deimos does have some humor then. Perfect. An amusing feeling lingers within, taking it in stride, and if he could have smugly smirked in the feline form he finds himself in, he certainly would have. Even if it were only a single inch, not much to write home about but Sunjata would certainly take what he could get in the end. Two towers indeed, but where Deimos was built to endure the hardships of his past, Sunjata was built a bit differently. Both were muscular, brutal in their own respects, but Sunjata had always been a man that fit in a bit better underground, hiding within the shadows than a battlefield.
He’d tried it before and he’d hated it.
He’s still surprised, however, as his jaw latches on the rat and it flings from him, flying toward the corner that the two giant cats corner the variety of rats in. And he joins in Deimos with the pawing, with sharp claws outstretched, paired with teeth as he drowns out the squeals. And as Deimos grabs a mouthful of the rats, he too scoops them up to take outside, picking up a light trot to catch up to the silver tiger. I’m fine. Just surprised. He offers to the other man as he discards the rats with the rest.
He shifts back as well, running a hand through his hair, taking a moment after to inspect the finger that had been bitten to find just a small bruise – nothing terrible, nothing painful, easy to forget about. Steel eyes lift to Deimos’ form, listening as tasks are given and Jigano chooses the furniture ones. Ah well, perhaps later he can try and gain some information in regards to the Valkyrie.
Looking over to Oliver, he tilts his head lightly. “I’m going to work on the targets, but let me know if you need help with the doors.” Because, well, Oliver was shorter than the rest of them, and if he needed some extra help reaching the higher parts that were warped, well, he could take a moment to spare to help.
Then, slipping toward where the targets were, he focuses on similar ones that they had back home in Korofi. Planting a thick board pretty deep into the ground, so it wouldn’t just fall over, he then grabs some straw for the first of the targets, some twine to tie it into the shape of a person, draping cloth around to keep the straw within and yet still easily replaced when the straw went bad.
sunjata
Coding base by Odd!
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The rest of the job went as well as it could. The windows were carefully slid into place and he continued to wince anytime something brushed up against the bandages hiding away his wound. Hopefully once they finished, he'd be able to get the wound healed. Oliver really didn't want to get an infection, especially when there was still mud everywhere. He really didn't want his cause of death to be infection, especially when there was so much that he wanted to do.
With his first task done, more tasks were soon given out as everyone else seemed about done as well. Again, he allowed everyone else to take first pick, him choosing to go last. He didn't mind the idea of putting in doors, minus the fact that he wasn't exactly all that tall and would probably struggle a small bit on the higher parts. Still, he didn't mind.
Now, Oliver has proven he's not the smartest. While he doesn't fear glass, he really hates splinters, so he FINALLY decides to put on some gloves. Hope Deimos didn't mind the chance of some blood getting on the gloves because whoops. Quickly, he gathered up some tools. Grabbing all of the supplies he may need, which included some screws and nail, a hammer, and a screwdriver. All of which were placed into his pockets.
Grabbing one of the doors, the very small man carried it over to the first doorway. It most likely looked very amusing to see such a small and petite man carrying a door nearly three times his size.
Setting down the door, he started working on removing the old one and replacing it with a new one. Anytime he had to reach up high, he'd have to stand on his toes and stretch up with his arms. Curse his short height.
Oliver begins on removing the door and replaces it with a new one! If he is successful, he will move on to the next.
OLIVER
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
They applied themselves thoroughly once more, the bard’s and General’s efforts combined to sort out the task of maneuvering furniture. The smaller items were easy, parceled out by either with little effort or discussion necessary; desks, chairs, and some other assorted goods. The Sword placed some of them in the front room, where they could be utilized for discussions and meetings – but when they come to the table on its side in the back, they would have to strategize. It took some finagling, twisting, and turning, but in the end they’d managed to evade completely pulverizing wooden frames or snapping at one another, with the table manifested as a center piece. Later on the beast could create some maps for the walls or figures for whatever purposes they required – plans drumming along his brain. He nodded to Jigano though, appreciative of the collaboration. “Thank you, well done.” He paused, eyeing the now empty venue. “I am going to start creating places for weapons and armor. You can assist Sunjata or there is the other room,” he’d gone over it earlier, but it wasn’t rat-infested. Just dirty, empty, and lacking any essence of living quarters. “I would like to use it to house soldiers who wish to stay.” Any supplies required could be found nearby, or if Jigano felt other provisions necessary, he need only say the word and Deimos would concoct them.
Sunjata had similar success with his target-making, the boards and straw withstanding in their fundamental shapes. If the Attuned found it necessary, or the least bit amusing, there was also some paint cans nearby, in case he preferred adding some additional touches to straw faces or more targets – especially ones for arrows or swords to run through.
Perhaps it was due to rot. Perhaps it was due to age. Perhaps his stars were not aligned, but Oliver’s work disintegrated before his eyes, the old door crumbling to pieces around him. Maybe that was all well and good in the long run, easier to replace and assemble, but much more work piled around him. There was always some broom nearby, in case he needed it. Otherwise, the other door was replaced quite quickly, with just a mess littered in between.
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Oliver has a mess to clean, Jigano has a choice to make, and Sunjata can keep working on targets! If Oliver wants to help Jigano or Sunjata, that’s fine too!
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
The targets mostly were easy to put together – no issues in constructing them, they didn’t slide or slip off, and he smirks to himself in the success of it all. The targets were put up, and his steel eyes glance around for anything in addition that might make it a bit more interesting. Right now, they’re faceless, similar to bodies or enemies of a sort, and he hums happily to himself as he spots the paint cans.
Perfect.
It doesn’t take him long before he’s gotten the paint, nor some brushes, and returns to survey the targets he’s made, head tilting briefly before he pops the paint cans open and figures out what colors are there. Once he’s figured that out, he begins to make little bullseyes on the straw target – perfect for using bows and archery against.
The other one, he focuses on putting some dark X’s for a general idea of where the best places to attack were, which spots would certainly bring a man down. And he continues to work on those, focusing, while he distracts himself with the paints and targets.
sunjata
Coding base by Odd!
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The work was simple and visibly productive as they shifted things around to create an environment fit for soldiers, and an excellent combination for maintaining peace. They had a shared goal, a clear chain of command with Deimos directing the efforts, and not even the earlier stings of the wasps could sharpen the bard's tongue when they were making such obvious progress. He assisted the general with a calm and steady hand and outlook, and even the table proved no match for the combined strength and wit in angling it through doors and around corners to its new home. "You're welcome," he said simply, offering Deimos a slight bow of acceptance of the praise and a shadow of a smile. It was almost surprising how good a team they made when they weren't at odds with each other, and that hadn't been the case since the Blight had faded from blood and soul.
A glance out the back showed Sunjata had the targets well in hand, so Jigano grabbed a broom and head back to the other room with a wave. "I'll see what I can get started in here," he offered, figuring he could at least sweep and dust. Broom and Beastmaster sense alike chased the spiders from the corners and sent the smaller pests packing as he compelled a number of them out the door and into the back training ground to find new homes while he attacked the remaining cobwebs and dustbunnies with a will. He was well-used to sweeping out his own Guildhall, and he wielded the broom with deft assurance, soon having the room cleaned enough to begin the more pleasant task of choosing which among the rejected furnishings sitting outside could be cleaned up and returned to the bunkroom.
He found two small tables that would serve as desks and a set of drawers that the future inhabitants could share, along with a chest for belongings. Chairs for the desks needed only a little mending, but the largest items were still missing, and the bard poked his head out of the room to look for Deimos with his question. "What did you have in mind for beds?"
What kinda luck is this?! First he gets cut by some glass which was just fan-fucking-tastic. Then the door decides to be an annoying piece of shit. Thank the gods he finally chose to put on some gloves because imagine all the splinters he would've gotten if he hadn't. Shaking his head, Oliver let out a very loud groan.
The door was easy to replace but he still had more to replace AND he also had to clean up this damn mess! Well...Sunjata was an efficient worker and he also offered to help. Oliver remembered how hard it was for him to do the top part of the door, probably took him twice as long to do that part. So...might as well try to ask for help. Yelling out, Oliver sounded strained and like he was ready to scream into a pillow. "Sunjata! I could really use some help right about now! So if you have the time, please help me!" Yeah, he threw in a please to try to sound nice, but really he was struggling hardcore. His tiny body was not made for doing this, clearly. Dammit. He was sure that if Deimos had replaced the door then EVERYTHING would've been fine. No broken doors and no glass cuts on his hands.
OLIVER
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
The targets Sunjata assembled faired very well, and despite their easy construction, maintained their stature and poise with little fanfare. Sturdy enough to handle oncoming wind or any inexperienced soldiers rampaging their way through practice and skills, the combination of bright hues, bullseyes constructed and established, X’s to mark over where humans could fall, falter, or flicker apart. He’d be free to continue on his way, or come to Oliver’s aid, the call rushing along the back of the grounds.
For his part, naught else fell apart in Oliver’s hands or presence. A series of unfortunate events had spiraled around him though, still remaining in the dirt, in the rubble, and in the debris.
Jigano’s efforts paid off dividends too, the spiders compelled away, furniture rearranged, the brooms assault and sieges well managed and reigned over the room. When he’d managed to poke his head towards the Sword’s inclinations, Deimos had already constructed several shelves, creation magic unwinding, unfurling, along the massive intervals of spaces meant for swords, armor, and any other assorted weaponry. Some were also mounted to the walls, in case of larger equipment necessary, like axes, and other personal preferences. The actual munitions could wait until another day, so he didn’t exhaust himself with constant, rapid, unwinding – understanding limitations from his time in the Spire. At Jigano’s voice though, he lifted his head from the latest form to unravel from his palms, placing it down along the floor, checking its sturdiness, before following, advancing into the room. “Impressive,” he noted, the slightest arch to his brow, the a smile lingering. It passed his initial inspection with flying colors. “I can create those. Mattresses can wait.” They could always bring their own too, or have something stuffed amongst them, more than straw or feathers.
He adhered to the task, extending the reach along his mind with silent, reserved incantations, the enchantments poised across his presence, until there were three, smaller, twin-sized contortions, but enough to keep those lodged within content. “There. I can help you maneuver these and the rest of the furniture.” Then he could check on the others, and the actions should’ve been complete.
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This should be the last round!
Sunjata may continue making targets or assist Oliver. Jigano and Deimos can rearrange furniture, and then we should be good to go!
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
The targets have their marks painted, and Sunjata steps back to survey the work. For a moment, he contemplates mixing a few of the colors, to apply faces to the targets, but decides at the last minute it’s probably a bit tasteless to do that. So he places the lids of the cans back on, cleans up the brushes he’d used, and puts them away before he can hear Oliver’s call from the front of the building.
There’s a small spattering of paint that covers his shirt and his arms, but he ignores them as he makes his way toward the doors that Oliver had been trying to hang, to spot the mess that surrounds Oliver, the bandage and gloves he also has. It looks like a tornado has struck the poor man and Sunjata can’t help the slight amusement that crosses his face at the sight as he steps into the circle of destruction. “What happened?” He asks at first, refraining and biting back the light chuckle he wishes to give.
He surveys the door for a moment, realizing that all they really need to do now is clean up the mess and hang the new door and everything should be fine. “Get a broom and I’ll hang this while you clean up.” He offers, looking back to the blonde man with a soft smile and a nod, grabbing a screwdriver and removing the left over hinges, wiping down the doorframe, and then begins to put on the hinges for the new door.
sunjata
Coding base by Odd!
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Jigano nodded, pleased at the compliment from the taciturn man, especially since he had worked hard to make the room clean and possessing a simple domesticity. "No need for mattresses until there are people to use them," he agreed easily, stepping back to make space for Deimos's magic to work its wonders in the space provided. Without mattresses to weigh them down, even the sturdy beds were something two determined men could easily lift and maneuver, especially with all of the extraneous furniture already outside.
Deimos may have been taller and more muscular, but Jigano's more slender frame hid surprising strength as well, and between the two of them they quickly settled the new frames into position so that each occupant would have a little space to themself in the room, even if they had to share the desks and drawers. Seeing that Deimos was planning for three occupants, though, Jigano went back out to find another chair and a small table in good enough shape to be salvaged and he cleaned them up before bringing them back in. The room was teetering dangerously on the brink of being crowded, so with that task finished he came out to see how the others were doing.
He grinned at tall Sunjata hanging the door, but a brow arched at Oliver's bandaged hand and he give the younger man an encouraging smile. "Would you like me to take a look at that?" he offered, hoping that he hadn't hurt himself too badly.
A fantastic, and very handsome, savior soon came to Oliver's rescue! "I...I honestly have no idea what happened. One moment I'm trying to remove the door and the next it's just everywhere...I think I might've even swallowed a piece of wood or some shit." A joke, he totally didn't swallow any wood. Thank goodness for tall men, because Sunjata seemed to know exactly what to do. Allowing the man to take over, Oliver went over to the pile of supplies to get a broom. Really, Deimos had thought of EVERYTHING. If only Oliver were that prepared in his day to day life. Hah.
With broom ready, Oliver worked on sweeping. It wasn't long before the lovely Jigano chose to join them. But of course, Jigano just had to notice his wound. Oliver, of course embarrassed, blushed as soon as Jigano pointed it out. The blonde knew he was clumsy, but he absolutely didn't like it when others knew. "Yeah, if you could look at it, that'd be wonderful." Oliver didn't really have too much that he needed to sweep up, so he'd be safe to get some help from Jigano, especially when he kindly offered his services.
Oliver begins to sweep but then stops so that Jigano can check out his battle wound.
OLIVER
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
“Very true,” he extended back to Jigano’s initial statement – no sense in utilizing magic, enchantments, or invocations to the point of exhaustion for something that might not even happen. The beast wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to gain any new recruits or soldiers; if it would simply remain the core two – he and Loren – as the militia, holding down the fortifications. Zariah’s initial tyranny over everyone joining the force had likely held an enormous amount of people at bay when it came time for Wessex’s reign. But he was still there. The Sword would always give and defend as much as he could.
After finishing up their rounds, he followed Jigano back into the front room, where Oliver had apparently been falling apart. His eyes widened for a moment, a bit befuddled and confused by the haphazard mess, but everything was swept up, tidied, and completed, thanks in part to Sunjata’s meticulous efforts with the door. Jigano seemed intent on healing (which…left the General somewhat confused, but that could come later.
For now though, those who’d come to assist and help needed to be acknowledged for their efforts. Without them, he wouldn’t have completed all of this so smoothly, swiftly, or efficiently. “Thank you to all. This has been quite an accomplishment.” His eyes surveyed over the ramparts, the fortifications, head tilting to look out the window at the targets; a measure of success over his shoulders, and hopefully theirs, that hadn’t been there in seasons. “Let me know if you have a weapon preference, and it can be made for you.” There was a hint of a smirk etched in the beginnings of a smile; arms dealer at work once more, eager to provide them with some distinction for their efforts.
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The barracks are complete!
Thank you to everyone! You all rock! It couldn’t have been done without you! Feel free to wrap up your final post, and if you want, Deimos can make you a weapon as a reward for your hard work. ;D
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
Jigano checked Oliver's cut, humming thoughtfully at its depth. It hadn't been bad enough to slow the young man down, at least, but there was no point risking infection of sepsis of the wound. "May I heal you?" he asked formally. Only if Oliver consented would Jigano pluck at the strings of his magic, invisible fingers dancing over shimmering golden threads as the energy welled up as heat in his hands and then seeped into the injury, closing it within a few seconds.
With their only battle-scarred soldier fixed up the bard turned back to Deimos with a crooked smile. Surprise? he sent across the Attuned bond, a wealth of complicated emotions held within that word. It would be a tale for later, however, when they could sit down together and not interrupt the completion of a clean and sturdy barracks. "I could use more bolts for the crossbow," he asked hopefully. Some were lost, buried in the ground after a swift flight and a missed strike. Others had broken when hitting the target at just the wrong angle, or glancing another bolt already there - by accident rather than design, alas.
But if he was going to help out someday he wanted to have a skill other than the light blade to bring to the training yard. Assuming they ever found a ruler he would be willing to fight for, and not against.
when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
He snorts slightly, a tilt of his head as he screws the hinges into place. “It seems like it was probably old. Maybe rotted?” A quiet suggestion, a rumble of a chuckle leaving him at Oliver’s jest at swallowing a splinter. “When you moved it to remove it, it probably just broke from the pressure.” Because that was logical, right? Jigano then appears, and Sunjata’s already moved onto attaching the door and ensuring it swings correctly – that it’s not too high up to bump against the top of the frame, that it fits neatly and nicely, before he finishes up with the doorknob and lock.
When all is said and done, he turns to Deimos with a nod in response. Yet, at the mention of weapons, his head tilts slightly. He can’t get a gun, hardly anyone here knows what they are… And so he picks the closest thing he can. “A bow would be great?” Considering the last time he used one it felt ridiculously small in his hands, like he might end up splitting it in half on the pull of the string alone. And if anyone could likely make one that could withstand the muscle, brawn, and height… It’s probably Deimos.
sunjata
Coding base by Odd!
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Oliver had seen others be healed, but never had he actually gotten physically hurt. So once e had allowed Jigano to heal him, there was a brand new sensation brought to his hand. His eyes widened, maybe with fear or maybe with wonder, as the wound was soon stitched back together. Glancing back up, he noticed Deimos and made a sheepish face, a bit embarrassed that the General of all people was watching him get healed thanks to a very minor wound.
Turning to face Jigano, Oliver nodded and said a quiet, "Thank you so much" And with that, he went back to sweeping, finishing up the very last bit of his work. As he worked, he spoke out loud to Sunjata, who was kind enough to come and help him out. "Thank you as well, Sunjata. You should've seen me before. I'm not exactly the tallest so it's pretty hard to reach that high up." Sunjata was someone he could be relatively open with. He was a kind man who always seemed to be alright with helping him.
Their work was soon completed and Oliver returned the gloves and tools back to the pile. He watched as the other two asked for weapons. What would he even like? He hardly knew anything about weapons nor about defending himself. "I guess you can just surprise me? I don't know much about weapons...but I have a knife and a shitty staff right now? I'm okay with learning new things too." Great job Oliver. All you had to do was name ONE WEAPON and you couldn't even do that.
OLIVER
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
