Perhaps the closest equivalent of Caido’s golden retriever energy, Zavien has been the light in an otherwise patch of darkness. Always putting others first, working hard at being a Dragoon and helping Stormbreak thrive in kindness, and always being optimistic, Zavien’s outlook is refreshing and wonderful even with drama and terrible things occurring around him. He always has something helpful to say and a willingness to lend a hand that makes it so fun to keep up with him and we can’t wait to see what else comes his way.
Congratulations, Zavien!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping a req for level 4
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping a req for level 4
01-29-2020, 02:47 AM (This post was last modified: 02-03-2020, 09:33 PM by Odd.)
SuNJATA
the flood
He’d sent out the notes and letters detailing to meet him in the Tundra on this day. Detailing what it was they were to seek out, for the heart to bring back to Safrin. A rare creature, she’d specified, and he’d made it a point to try and figure out just what to go and try to get. And with all of them in tow, it made it all that easier. He hates Halo, he always has, it didn’t have good memories for him in the slightest – but this is where the creature he seeks is, this is where they go.
Perhaps he can enact some form of his rage.
His jaw is set tight, bow and quiver set along his back, the sword he’d grabbed from Ianto’s wagon at his hip, brass knuckles along his fist clothed in leather gloves. And he’s fitted with plenty of furs to ward off the chill, the frustration internally at picking this as opposed to something within the Grounds or even Torchline.
Haai settles along his shoulders, ever the scout to slip up toward the sky to peer and view as far as she can see, trying to keep an eye out for the dragons that blend in with their entire surroundings. He wonders if it’s been a mistake. “Alright, rumor has it they’re here.” Sunjata utters quietly, no longer sick, the best shape he’s been in since Deepfrost.
Sunjata’s bringing Flametongue & Flooded Brass Knuckles (from profile) as well as the bow Deimos made him, and Haai.
No Post Order! Please add into the post what you're bringing for the hunt!
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
Peter is surprised to find that he's the first to come across Sunjata, given he is technically coming from further, fighting through the snow, which is apparently at his mildest. It's a though that comes to him whenever he wants to be upset about the cold, and all it does is upset him more. He has a supply of warm clothes now, having been in Halo a while. As he approaches, his shape is covered by a thick layer of furs, whites and greys in lieu of his usual black. Might as well have some advantages in a whiteout.
No words pass his lips, just a solemn nod towards Sunjata while they wait for the others. As soon as Adam arrives, Peter is at his side, leaning in against him and pulling an extra fur from the bag hanging at his hips, a bag that also contained Apricum, the creature carefully curled up in the space available. The only other thing he'd brought is a spear, the weapon strapped across his back and also hidden by the furs.
When Sunjata speaks, he has to lean in to catch the soft words, but they don't exactly inspire confidence. "What... what do we do if... when we find it?" Peter hopes theres some kind of actual plan, but something tells him they're mostly just playing this by ear.
Peter is bringing Apricum, and a spear. He doesn't have a lot
please don’t believe in me
please disagree with me
It was good for Sunjata that Adam's reading lessons had gotten to the point that he could parse the letter he was sent, enough to get the general gist: punchy punchy dragons in snow place. He did not at all doubt why he'd been chosen: Sunjata must have heard about his great achievements as an adventurer and decided to improve his chances.
Besides, it actually turned out quite convenient - he'd been planning to head to Halo to visit Pet; after his time hunting dragons, he'd go off to find his love. Assuring Coffee that no one would throw a spear at a dragon as cute and little as him, he prepared, getting his guns and a knife, letting the two fangs of his snake form come from his teeth to make a threatening smile.
The trip through the portal was quick enough, then he headed to the agreed spot; Adam pulled the fur cloak he'd brought around his shoulders, grumpy to have to wear something so covering but glad to be warm (ish). Coffee sat on his shoulders, huffing out irritated clouds of warm air on the back of his neck.
When he finally reached the place, there was only one thing he saw: Pet. Immediately he began to run - maybe Pet wanted to stand there stoically, but he had no such wishes. "Babe!!" Adam wrapped his arms around the smaller man, lifting him up and planting a passionate kiss on his lips, happily spinning him about. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to see him and while it wasn't the dramatic palace reunion he'd imagined, he found it didn't matter now that they were together.
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Adam has Coffee, 2 guns, a knife, and some fangs in his mouth!
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
Some other venture, some other sojourn, not involving infirmary hellholes and temples falling – advancements for Safrin, paying back for the intervals where the goddess had given him opportunities to do something other than falter. Into the mountains, into the thresholds of the past and the present, intertwined nostalgia coursing through his veins as he surveyed them, as they made the trek to hunt down a dragon. Perhaps it was senseless and stupid, perhaps it was just another moment etched in time that they’d regret. Perhaps it was exactly what they needed, pieces and portions not flecked along the Grounds.
He carried Amalia, and an assortment of other things: his bag full of bandages, food, rope, and water amongst canteens, just in case necessities, the protective ring on his finger, signifying connections, bonds, and armor. His shoulders bore a bow and its quiver, his belt a sword, and the shifts embedded, the magic infused, within his form. Hopefully that would be enough. Zuriel was at his side too, a healing measure, an attempt to assuage, mend, and ensure they remained as safe, as tended to, as possible.
While Peter and Adam seemed content to be in the same space, Deimos withdrew into his careful reserve, nonchalant features and fixtures, thinking, preparing, coinciding with every other action they’d need to orchestrate. A silent nod was granted towards Sunjata, and he devolved into further silence, waiting for their next direction.
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Deimos is bringing his Bag of Holding with bandages, food, rope, and water. He has his armor-ring, bow, arrows, sword, shifts, and magic. He’s also bringing Zuriel.
- 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
Amalia is the only one to arrive in animal form, her small body curled up under Deimos' hood. Close inspection would reveal a strange amalgamation of animal parts: the small figure of an otter coated in a leopard's thick fur, with a qilin's long tail and tuft hanging down across one shoulder and an owl's large eyes peering out from the other. She might be unnoticed by those who do not think to look, except of course that her mental voice rings through the shared Attuned space.
We're going to try to convince it to come willingly, Amalia answers Peter's question before Sunjata has a chance, shooting the man a flinty glance that bodes no room for argument. And if not, take it alive. Hopefully Safrin can use its heart while it still beats in the creature's chest. From above the group Jyoti trills her agreement, the little whale as keen as her companion on preserving life.
Amalia is riding on Deimos' shoulders for now. She has brought her bracer which has her staff, shield, and crystal in it. She also has her charm necklace.
