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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isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Living? He huffs, wanting to roll his eyes. But Loren keeps challenging, keeps pushing that button of his that he really doesn’t want to get into. And he realizes, every single time as of late that he’s been around Loren, the summoner has been pushing it. Was it for this reason? Probably. Was it a fight Loren was seeking out? Likely.
So why not, regardless of who wins, at least it’d let off some steam, right? So he does roll his eyes, takes a step closer to Loren, planting his feet in the sand. “Fine.” A gruff response, fists closing, feeling the sand beneath his feet, it feels like the boxing ring of Korofi. And if Loren’s seeking a fight? Sunjata can give him that. “Let’s go.” But he doesn’t give the summoner a chance to attack first, not before the muscles in his arm twitch to brace for impact, and he goes to punch Loren – aiming for his face, but settling with wherever he can hit.
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
Loren didn't bother to move out of the way of Sunjata's strike. As the bartender's fist slammed into the healer's cheek, his head snapped to the side from the force of it. It was enough to cause his neck to hurt in addition to the pain radiating out from where the blow connected.
The Launceleyn had bitten his lip as well, and blood pooled at the corner of his mouth. Lifting his hand, he slid his thumb across the wound. It came back crimson. "Cute." Then Loren licked his lips, the motion almost seductive. "My turn."
And with that, the water of the ocean all around them exploded into motion.
He slammed his magic towards the other man, hoping to blast Sunjata away or at least knock the bartender off balance. At the same time, the healer called upon some of the gulls that were always circling over head. A trio of them peeled off, and he compelled them to harry Sunjata on the off chance he escaped the water, battering him with wings and beaks.
isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
His fist connects, and it’s almost as if Loren wanted it. The summoner doesn’t move, and Sunjata pulls his fist back, knuckles red and sore already, brow furrowing slightly at the way he simply just took it. It fades quickly, however, as Loren amid a splattering of blood along his face, purrs in return. And just like that, Sunjata can feel the swell of the saltwater around him, covering this section of the sandbar, pulling him back and under from an undertow. Fucking magic, really?
He shifts to his orca form, trying to fight back against the waves, feeling the prickling of the birds as they peck at his fin. Ah, so it’ll be like this then? He reaches out for whatever creatures are nearby like his own form, reaching and tugging at two dolphins out in the fray. He tries to surge toward Loren then, trying to push him back provided he can fight enough against the water. All while the dolphins arrive to try and also throw the summoner around.
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
Loren smirked as his water knocked Sunjata away and the healer's gulls swooped down at the bartender. As the orca suddenly appeared and rushed forward, the Launceleyn made no move to defend himself. Instead, he just let the other man's charge toss Loren into the ocean.
Of course, the other dolphins showed up and began to slam into him as well. Gritting his teeth, he threw both hands out to the side. As he did, he parted the sea, leaving a thirty foot circle of water around him. Hopefully, he'd be able to catch Sunjata in addition to the other dolphins as the healer slammed the water away from himself.
isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He swims through the rushing waters, watching as Loren remains still, letting him slam into him and toss him into the water, the two dolphins slamming into him as well. And then, as Sunjata surges once more to try and get toward Loren in this form, maw parted to reveal the teeth within his mouth, he finds that the sea parts beneath him and he slams into the ground. Hard. He shifts back into himself, flat on the sand with the air knocked out of him. One of the dolphins slips over and slides into him as well, beached enough that it rolls Sunjata onto his back.
A gasp leaves him, body red and bruised along his spine and body and he manages to finally push himself back up onto his feet, gaze narrow and predatory on Loren. And Sunjata growls, shifting into his panther form and launching himself at the summoner, a growl erupting from his throat, teeth bared.
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
02-07-2020, 04:42 AM (This post was last modified: 02-07-2020, 04:58 AM by Loren.)
LOREN
As Sunjata flopped out of the water, followed by a dolphin, Loren sent a blast of water to roll the poor dolphin back into the ocean. Just because he and the bartender were being dicks didn’t mean the animals deserved to suffer. Then the other man was launching himself at the healer, a panther flying through the air.
Again, the Launceleyn made no move. He just tucked his chin, so that while he was tackled to the ground, knocking the breath out of him, and claws shredded his shoulders and chest, he was safe from Sunjata's teeth. As Loren was pinned, he bared his teeth in a savage grin. Keeping a hold of his water magic, he tapped into another one of his powers.
And a dragon appeared and took a swipe at the bartender.
02-07-2020, 05:41 AM (This post was last modified: 02-07-2020, 05:42 AM by Sunjata.)
SUNJATA
isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He can feel the blood pulse beneath his claws as he knocks Loren to the ground, trying to pin himself on top of the summoner, trying to dig his paws into his shoulders. Loren’s bared teeth are met with Sunjata’s own – not going for the throat, but simply going for the attempt at trying to win. But it doesn’t quite work out, not as he goes to snap his jaws in Loren’s face, only to be swatted aside by a fucking dragon, claws raking up his side much like Sunjata had done to Loren’s shoulders.
A growl leaves him in his panther form, flying over toward the sand as his blood begins to mix with it, shifting back into himself again and glaring at the sky for a brief second. Are you fucking serious right now? A huff of annoyance, wincing against the pain in his side. Gods, if he were drunk it’d be so much easier to not feel the pain. I thought you saved the dragons for Phoebe. But he tries again, shifting to his avian form to hopefully fly somewhere above the dragon and Loren, before shifting into a mix of his panther and whale form, hoping to slam down on top of the dragon and/or Loren.
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
Snarling at Sunjata’s words, Loren rolled to his feet. I save them for whoever needs to be knocked down a fucking peg. Despite the anger in his mind, there was also a weird excitement there. As the bartender took to the skies, the healer grinned savagely again.
Apparently, the other man had forgotten one important fact: dragons could fly.
The Launceleyn had his follow Sunjata into the sky. As the bartender tried to get the drop on Loren, he started moving erratically around the sand bar. Simultaneously, he had the dragon angle its wings towards the other man, hoping to knock him out of the sky with the wind from its flaps.
However, perhaps because the healer was injured and therefore distracted by the pain and slower to focus, Sunjata still managed to dive down on the Launceleyn. A weird mass of orca and panther slammed Loren to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. The dragon dived, and the healer blasted water out of himself, hoping to toss the bartender into the dragon's flight path.
isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
The anger from Loren is met with a pulse of his own frustration. And when he takes to the sky, side pooling blood as he does so and it begins to rain – he knows the dragon will follow if given the chance. But he doesn’t care at this point, too blinded by the attempts of trying to disorient Loren enough that he ceases to use his magic.
It proves a far more difficult fight than anticipated, however, wishing somewhere from the beginning that he’d have mentioned it only as a fistfight.
Either way, the orca panther lands atop the summoner, slamming them both into the ground and while Loren loses the air in his lungs, Sunjata does too as he shifts back into himself. And he coughs, roughly, as the other man shoots water out of himself, and Sunjata ends up rolling away from the summoner by the force of the water only to watch the dragon dive toward him.
A sharp growl leaves his throat and he shifts into his orca shift again to brace for impact, too slow from the blood loss of the gashes to his side to be able to avoid it, but he shifts horns onto the whale form from his Nyala shift, hoping to impale the dragon.
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
Loren was too battered from having an orca dropped on him to move from his current spot. However, his magic didn’t require him to move, technically, though sometimes it aided in his focus. So, while he just lay there trying to catch his breath, his dragon dropped down on top of Sunjata.
The bartender’s horns impaled the summoned creature, sinking deep in its body. However it was 1) a dragon and 2) a summoned creature that felt no pain, so it was an inconvenience at best. The healer ordered it to try and pin the other man beneath its claws. Simultaneously, the Launceleyn commanded it to open its jaws. If Sunjata looked into them, he’d see electricity flickering in the back of the dragon’s throat.
isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Holy fuck the impact. The dragons impaled, but the force of it causes Sunjata to roll slightly, shifting half into himself and half insulated by the blubber of the orca, to where he’s pinned to stare straight into the dragons mouth. And gods he’s tired, blood still pools from his side mixing into the sand, having moved too much to let it try to clot.
He can see the electricity spark within its mouth, see the teeth, and Sunjata growls against the feeling of the dragons claws into his shoulder. But between the panting, the wincing, he starts to laugh a dark hollow sound, staring into the jaws of the dragon. Wow Loren. What is it you’re trying to do? Threaten me? Kill me? He can’t help the pulse of frustration and pain that flickers toward the summoner. Would have meant more if you fucking fought me yourself instead of hiding behind your magic and your creatures. He shifts somewhat within the sand, hissing in pain against his side as it comes back into focus for him, pulsing with his fast heartbeat, stinging and burning with the sand mixed into the wound.
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
Finally having caught his breath, Loren rolled to his feet with a groan. He limped over to where Sunjata was pinned beneath the dragon. ”Just trying to beat your ass.” The words came out with a snarl, and the healer glared down at the bartender.
However, there was weirdly something lighter about the Launceleyn’s posture. Despite the pain, he felt as if something had eased in his chest. Perhaps the other man would sense it, given that Loren wasn’t exactly keeping his mental walls down.
He snorted at Sunjata’s complaint. ”My magic and my creatures are part of me.” Hands clenching into fists, the healer continued to stare down at the bartender. ”Maybe next time, though. I can't imagine it'll go much better for you, though." The Launceleyn tilted his head to the side. "Do you yield?”
isn't it funny? how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Loren might feel lighter, but Sunjata doesn’t. He feels frustrated, angered, cornered by magic when he hadn’t intended on it being anything close to a fight with all of it. Not with the advantages the summoner has over him, not while it wasn’t a level playing field. He hisses, spits blood out toward the summoned dragon that pins him down as Loren spouts on.
Bullshit. You knew you’d win if you did. If you wanted it to be a fair playing field it would’ve been a fist fight. His voice is accented thicker in the attuned bond, hoarse and deeper and fucking exhausted. He stares straight into the dragon's jaws, nostrils flaring. “Do I yield?” A huff of laughter in a mocking way. “Not to cowards that hide behind their magic.”
if we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
Rolling his eyes at Sunjata’s frankly ridiculous complaints, Loren snarled a bit. If you wanted a fair playing field, you should have fucking said so before you took a swing at me. There was something gleeful underneath the anger.
As the bartender refused to surrender, the healer smirked, and had his dragon squeeze the other man. Not enough to cause damage, just enough to show Sunjata he was well and truly beat. "Not a coward. Just someone who thinks with something other than his fists and his dick." Only then did the Launceleyn actually dismiss his summoned creature, and let the waters roll back to where they belonged.
Loren healed himself of the worst of the damage he'd taken. Raising a hand, a bolt of sky blue healing magic leapt towards the bartender, though the healer let the other man keep the scars from the cuts as a reminder that he'd ultimately lost today. Still, the Launceleyn raised his fists into a guard position. "Well come on then."
