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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03-31-2020, 07:24 PM (This post was last modified: 03-31-2020, 07:54 PM by Deimos.)
We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
Truthfully, either shackles or mobile cage would do, though the latter might have been a feasible option just based on the parameters and possibilities of LongNight’s reign (like the fire; no intention of letting them meet their demise during such an onslaught). “Easier to move if necessary.” Under their precision and control, not so much potential dragging and struggles (because there’d been days where he was locked in chains, gave every ounce of fight, challenge, and sedition that he could). He wouldn’t put it past anyone, especially after Roana’s managed escape, to find a way out of bindings, but they could at least try to make it more difficult, and not an opportunity for the rest of them to be put in treachery’s path.
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
"Movement invites the possibility during a week when it is to be banned." Safrin says with a small frown. The fire wouldn't have happened if the doors remained closed. The guildhall wouldn't have been infested with monsters, had the doors remained closed.
"Think on what you think would help you the most. When you have decided, come back and I will help you however I can." Snow moss, low light, and locked doors. That was all that was needed. There was no call for all this, for doors that could sense heartbeats, for illusion-glass to see through, for handcuffs that could restrain anyone. No, just simple agreement that, for the good of all, silence would fall for a week. Hero antics would be quelled.
Safrin was quite sure though that the Sword would resort to something else other than forcing sense into those around him. Honestly, handcuffs were easier to force on others than rationality.
We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
He meant within the rooms, the domiciles, the residences themselves, but it didn’t seem to matter anyway. His explanations hadn’t signified enough, his summations too brief, patterns in his life that seemingly went awry. At the very least they had something to go off of, that he could bring back to the council. “I will,” which was a conviction, a promise, a vow, an assurance, to figure out just what they wanted to do and how to go about it. “Thank you.” With that, he and Zuriel bowed their heads once, before shuffling off into the dusk, prospering all of the wisdom and sagacity to the forefront of his mind.
{-FIN}
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts