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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I'm a lady, like whoa I could bring you to your knees
Well at least it finally moves. Staying where she is for now, Weaver shifts the fire, creating a small semi-circle behind the golem, trying to trap it in. The last thing she really needs is for it to get back up and get out of the light, which wasn’t all that much right now. At least Sunjata had gotten some of the boards off, though this Josh fellow was proving to be next to useless. At this point she’s growing tired as hell from holding the fire and she’s thankful for Deimos’ aid, because she can siphon from what he makes. Take from the rich, or in this case, the strong. She’s a wicked little version of Robin Hood.
She leaves the boards to the boys, and instead grabs her scythe from her back, positioning herself in the way of the golem if it does try to get up and run. Not that she can do much against rock, but she can be a damn human shield and herd it into the light herself if it comes to that.
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Weaver creates a semi-circle of fire to try and keep the stone golem from retreating, and then positions herself and her scythe to herd the thing if it tries to get away (because this is not going great, so desperate measures, lol)
Josh began to wonder if Caido had stronger nails than they'd ever managed to make on Earth, because he was for some reason hugely struggling with moving the boards. He was far from the strongest man, but he wasn't usually this pathetically weak; stepping away from the window he decided to try and see what else he could do.
More light, they needed. He supposed he could use his creation magic to make tealights, but when Weaver was creating great arches of fire it seemed a little pointless. After a moment of looking around, Josh ran to open the front door of the jail, hoping whatever light it might bring in would help. Other than that, he really didn't have any ideas.
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Josh goes to open the main door to bring in some light!! ...Hopefully he doesn't somehow fuck that up, lol.
Finally everything collaborated together, whirls of fire, hampered movements of the golem, planks ripped off of windows, bats distracting, and doors opening. The creature slowed, crawled, roared, and bellowed, and it didn’t matter as it slid directly into the growing patches of sunlight. On a groan, the monolith of rock and earth simply burst into clouds of dust, flickering down upon the floors.
All that was left in the encompassing silence were the gaping holes in the walls, boards tossed about, and the wind billowing through the open door.
Deimos regained his breath, blinking in the realm of dust and debris, the fire dwindling away in his hands. His eyes went to the rest of them, a harsher grumble through his mouth with the injury to his jaw. “Everyone all right?” Because this had been ridiculous, and he felt responsible, should’ve seen, should’ve known, that the creature had been within those corners, lurking in the midst of abandoned domiciles. “My apologies.” Out of habit, he went to snap his mouth shut, the lingering pain and blood reminding him of folly after folly.
Then his gaze went to the rest of the prison, new, wide-open holes in the walls, and the roof still requiring its patchwork. “You are all free to go, if you want. You have certainly done enough.” Irritated, infuriated at himself, he’d likely end up staying for several more hours placing the boards over the gaping sanctions, as some sort of self-penance. “I can finish up here.” Thereafter, he maneuvered towards the rest of the lumber they had, and started acquiring supplies.
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The stone golem is vanquished! Well done, team! You are free to go, or you can stay and help patch up the holes.
Loren he went around offering healing to everyone who needed it. Dismissing his bear, he would summon a unicorn if necessary for Deimos. That done, the healer clasped his hands behind his back. Glancing around at the mess left behind by the golem's attack and their efforts to get rid of it, he shook his head slightly. "Many hands make light work. Or so they say."
With that, he picked up a hammer with his telekinesis and a broom with his hands. Moving towards the nearest mess, he began cleaning and patching as best he could. Only when the prison was actually properly taken care of would he take his leave of the General.
I'm a lady, like whoa I could bring you to your knees
Finally they succeed. As the golem is vanquished by the sun, Weaver lets the fire dire. Her magic is drained, and she finds herself simply tired. Still, she shakes her head at Loren, unwilling to take more of his healing magic. The bruises are gone, and she’d recover from the use of so much magic soon enough. Deimos tells them they can leave, but she just shakes her head at him as well. ”Jobs not done,” she says, matter of fact.
The hammer she’d flung into the corner was a lost cause, so she goes to grab a new one and some nails. Her attention finally on the job at hand, brought back from her grief by the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Weaver sets to work patching the holes. She’ll be here until the job is done, and hopefully they’d be a little more productive this time around.
dreams where you're murdered boy i know you heard it all before
Immediately Sunjata sends the bats out again once the golem is vanquished. And with it, holes and boards tossed about that Sunjata, regardless of his shit mood and everything else that’s happened, can’t simply leave behind. A swift nod is given to Deimos to say that he’s fine without actually having to say anything aloud.
He moves about the room after that, while Loren and Weaver remain, going to pick up the boards he’d flung around the prison in the attempts to get the light to enter the dark underground – and goes to add them together in a pile – the wood is still good at the very least, and he imagines they can use it to help try to patch some of the new holes created. And so he starts on that with nothing else in mind other than finishing this up and going home.
Sunjata picks up the boards and collects them all and tries to patch up holes!
you shut your eyes to pain boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
As the Stone Golem burst into a cloud of dust Josh made a face, disappointed he wouldn't get to analyse the corpse. Ignoring Deimos' apology, he walked right past everyone else to crouch where the Golem had fell and took a small pot from his pocket made by magic (it was...wonky, but would serve for it's purpose) then gather some of the dust inside, not sure what he'd need it for, but sure it might be useful at some point.
Deimos said they could go and he'd gotten what he needed, so with a perfunctory nod at the soldier he walked out, wondering if it was worth trying to seek out more of these Stone Golem creatures elsewhere.
Turning around to find them, for the most part (Josh was busy collecting dust apparently) still there left him with some entangled emotion he couldn’t quantify in his ribs. Relief? Surprise? Solidarity? He shook his head and left it at that, proffering a “Thank you,” towards Loren when the unicorn was summoned, his jaw mended, uncertain of where Zuriel was at the moment.
Then they got back to work, finalizing the project at hand. Deimos went towards the roof, utilizing the ladder outside, while the rest adhered to requests and assistance, the holes eventually covered by fresh lumber. By the end of it, thanks to their collaborative efforts, the prison was cleaned, primed, and ready for anyone who found themselves against the Grounds’ order.
After putting everything away, placing portions either back into his wagon to take home, or leaving contortions there, to be utilized again in a future turn, he locked the door behind him, escorting them all out. “Thank you again for your hard work.” Were his creation magic still like before, he would’ve been able to reward them as he’d done the barracks group – so for now he could only acknowledge their presence and efforts, especially with the stone golem and everything else in between. Thereafter, they were free to go – the job completed and done.
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We are finished! Thank you so much for a fast, speedy PQ!
