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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There was a nest
In the middle of the ground
The prettiest nest
That you ever did see
And the ice sea c r a c k s all around all around
And the ice sea cracks all around
(but what are you supposed to do? You're stuck on shore, after all, where the ice is thick and free of spiderweb fractures and your feet feel steady. You can barely even see the nest out there on the ice, but even so you know it's there, stranded, waiting, full of life...)
And in this nest
There was an egg
The prettiest egg
That you ever did see
And the egg in the nest
And the nest on the ground
And the ice sea cracks all around all around
And the ice sea cracks all around...
This is a race-specific mythical companion drop! Please post your character arriving and summarize any action they take in the bottom of your post.
Please bear in mind that this drop is dangerous, and may result in injury or death! You may choose to leave at any time.
Neron is ice skating. Not in the traditional sense; there are no blades on his feet, but his magic makes the ground slippery and he glides across it like a ghost. His cheeks are flushed and he’s a mess, in comparison to his usually put-together-self. His shirt is wrinkled and buttoned up wrong, and his hands are buried in the pockets of pants that have holes in the knees.
And the Sea of Glass is calling to him, singing something ghostly that promises excitement and distraction. The Hailstorm is all about that right now, skidding to a stop at the banks, squinting out to see if there’s... there is. A nest.
He doesn’t hesitate, ice magic trying to bolster the crack beneath his feet as he steps out, intent on finding out what was in the nest.
There was something beyond the Sea of Glass that called to Loren. Frowning, he rubbed his temples as he tried to remember it. Eventually, a smile spread across his lips. The tunnel to the Climb. He had to go there.
So he slipped his minders, Astra included, and made his way out towards the Tundra. Turning off the road, he moved towards the distant sheets of ice. However, something caught his attention at the edge of his peripheral vision.
It was Neron, slipping and sliding along the ice. The Firebrand grinned. "Brother!" he called. "Brother, you're flying!" Beginning to make his way towards his twin, the healer glanced at the Hailstorm's destination. Then Loren did a double take.
Eyes widening, he shifted to stare at the nest with an egg around it. Looking around, he didn't see any sign of parents or predators. But he did see the fracturing ice. "Noooo. No no no," he moaned, and scrambled forward, heedless of his own safety. He slid onto the ice.
As he did, he tried to reach out with his magic. If he could he'd strengthen the ice, seal it back together or at least halt its spread enough to rescue the poor little eggy.
Loren tries to make his way towards the egg. As he does, he attempts to strengthen the ice with his water magic.
Water manipulation: Can create and control water. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Type: Grey
Mageglass Pendant | A large, prismatic stone suspended from a chain of silver. This pendant doubles the power of any magic that the user wields.
Magic: Arcane Academy Cold Resist (Passive) | A magic bestowed upon those enrolled in the Arcane Academy, for as long as they are members, users will not be affected by cold climates.
Type: Dark | Rank: Basic
And oh, poor Atlas The world's a beast of a burden
Great, both of the ill twins had escaped from the Citadel. As soon as Morgan had had word of it, she knew she'd have to go back to lasso them herself. Grumbling as she drew her cloak around her shoulders and headed out into the Tundra, she did not plan to stay out very long; just enough time to grab the naughty brothers and go back home.
When she arrived at the Sea of Glass however, seeing them both there, she stopped at the edge, immediately seeing something was new in the midst of the water. Morgan peered close, going to stand by Neron so she could hold him back if he decided to do anything stupid. Of course, he immediately did, and she was distracted enough by Loren's bizarre rambling to let it happen.
Taking in a very irritated breath, Morgan used her own water magic to extra bolster the ice beneath the brothers, but stayed for the moment on the shore.
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Morgan reinforces the ice beneath Loren/Neron, but stays on the shore.
Water manipulation: Can create and control water. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
And the ships are left to rust That's what the water gave us
09-15-2020, 11:52 PM (This post was last modified: 09-15-2020, 11:52 PM by Chulane.)
Over mountains and forests and seas
He took to wing, as soon as he heard the news. The twins, the twins who were infected with some mystery illness, had both broken out of their homes and were gallivanting across the Tundra.
Across the Sea of Glass, more specifically.
Auni, safely left at the house, sent pulses of concern over the bond to Chulane, who returned them, but with reassurances that he would be back as soon as he could. As soon as he found the twins.
It was a relief, if small, to find Morgan present as well. At least there was someone sane with him. He let out a long whistle, and dipped his flight low above her - not low enough to put her in danger of his claws, but certainly low enough that she might see him, and recognise him in this shift.
Then Chulane saw the 'nest' that everyone was being drawn to, and upon ensuring the twins and Morgan were not in any immediate danger, made to fly over to it, circling higher and higher, to give himself more distance to make a clear dive. 'I'll try to catch it,' he beamed to Loren, hoping the attuned bond was clear enough to the man through the fog of his illness in this moment. 'Get back to safety!'
With that, he dived towards the egg, opening his generous wingspan and stretching out his taloned feet as he neared the nest - ready to adjust or pull out at a moment's notice.
--
Chuy flies over the nest and takes a dive towards the egg to try and grab it!
Falke thought he ought to see the Climb for himself. After all, if such a - a what, a contaminant? - had come from there, the source needs to be inspected. Unfortunately for them, the Citadel is the closest capitol city, so his compass takes him there first, where he is then directed to the Tundra and a path to the Climb.
Great. A lot of walking. Knowing that, Falke takes out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter and sets his natural pain killers aflame, pulling in the smoke and holding it in as he walks. The cane is still strapped to his backpack, easily detached. And y’know, it’s a nice pack. Lots of pouches, lots of places to put things, not big enough to overload and weight him down. A good, Falke-sized pack.
Going through about half of it before he puts it out, Falke continues on to through the summer Tundra until dots and sounds catch his attention up ahead. Hurrying towards them as fast as he can, he can hear someone yell about safety and he’s sure he’ll be needed. Gods, the people outside of Stormbreak are fascinating, The Fixer thinks as he starts to ascertain what’s going on - a nest out in the water?
The brightest colours fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake
The Blade's reasons for coming to these parts were similar to the "Fixer's", though her end goal was decidedly different to his. She had been entranced by the Sea of Glass on arrival, walking around its rim, watching her bondmate (and his reflection) fly across its surface. A soft, almost peaceful smile was touching her lips, as in that moment, she simply just existed, a girl and her dragon, exploring the expanse of snow and ice in a region about as far away from home as they could get.
She thumbed the compass in her pocket.
Amaris wasn't concerned with packing a survival kit; She was a capable hunter herself, and had a dragon bondmate besides. As for warmth, she had plenty of layers on, and a dragon who breathed fire. She also had a compass that with a simple twist could bring her home. She felt secure in her ability to stay out of trouble.
A nudge from Dramyrth brought her out of her introspection, her thoughts refocusing on him. Commotion ahead, and a familiar face - she began to run along the shoreline, soon seeing for herself what was unfolding. It was her dragon, however, who truly gave her insight into what was going on, his vantage point in the skies granting him a sense of watching ants fight and argue over anthills.
"What's going on?" The Blade asked of the "Fixer", a nod in greeting given to her fellow Order compatriot as she breathily came to a stop by his side on the shoreline. Overhead, Dramyrth flew out towards the men and woman who were walking on the ice (a shiver, not from the cold, went down Amaris' back as she recognised magic being used), and a grumble given to the eagle who made an attempt at diving towards the--
--nest?
--
Amaris stands at the shore with Falke while Dramyrth flies closer to the nest and growls at Chulane.
A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make
Voices in his head have very much been a part of his day to day life for... well, as much as he can remember at the moment, memories touched and tainted by the illness running through him as much as everything else. This one though, is different, calling to him softly, so much so that Nate nearly misses it, walking back to the portal (he thinks) as he is. He supposes a short detour can't hurt too much, after his feet have already turned to follow the voice. Pemota lets out a mournful cry as he does, the sole voice of reason available to him, her disapproval a strange tender spot in his head, easy to ignore so long as he didn't poke at it, like a pulled tooth.
A group is not what he expects to encounter, especially not one so almost familiar. At least, one face is familiar, the rest of them hazy strangers. Loren, and Loren-but-a-little-off stand out on the ice, the direction the voice is calling, and he'll be damned before he lets himself be shown up by Loren's. It's a point of pride, some slight that he can't remember, except to be angry about it.
Without an ounce of hesitation or worry, Nate ignores the rest of those waiting on the shore and steps out onto the ice, keeping his feet where it seems thickest, though with three abandoned's reinforcing it, he seems to be spoiled for choice. Pemota drifts ahead of him, trying to navigate the safest path she can, knowing already her bonded is going to make awful decisions no matter how she feels about them.
Nate steps out onto the ice and tries to catch up to Loren and Neron, his steps guided by Pemota.
It’s strange, really, to be in Halo on the tundra and bundled up in all her furs, spotting a group of people of all things. It’s stranger still that she can’t quite ignore it, her feet taking her directly toward the group – spotting familiar faces among those she has no idea of – and immediately sidling in close to them. “Amaris, Falke, what’s… Is that a nest?” She asks, brows raising as she focuses on what’s ahead of them on the makeshift island.
She’s not sure what she can do, she doesn’t have her blueprints on her nor does she have any tools to make anything right now that would help the structure of the ice. And all she can do is stuff her hands into her pockets, leaning out over the edge of the shore a bit for a better look, testing her footing on the shore and grimacing as she notices the magic being used around them. But, there is the possibility they could use it to their advantage, right? She shudders at the thought, but if it gets to the nest... Well... That was another story entirely.
Sera stands by Amaris and Falke and tries to plan how to get to the egg.
In a split second of sanity, Amun had wondered if spending time in Halo would help cool him off. Plus, it was next to the nice pretty fire land, which was definitely a plus! So he'd wandered into the icy region.
He found his feet taking him along paths that he'd taken with Maea. The memory of her brought fluid to his eyes. He was so distressed and distracted that he completely lost track of where he was going.
However, the commotion around the edge of the Sea of Glass was impossible to miss. Frowning, he made his way towards the group that had assembled. When he saw the little nest in danger, he gasped.
The metal bracelets that he always wore began to shift and move down his body. The metal fixed itself to his shoes, forming blades. Stepping onto the ice, he did his best to skate towards the egg, waving at Nate as the potter did.
Amun uses his upgrade and the metal on his body to make ice skates and attempts to skate out to the egg.
Type: Dark
Metal Manipulation Upgrade | When in contact with metal, can conduct electricity through it making it malleable. Surfaces larger than 6ft by 6ft take considerable effort. The ability works best the higher the metal content, becoming unstable at anything below 50%.
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
It's hard to miss a crowd this big, gathered up as they are, spots of life in the expanse of snow. Amalia had gone back to see Loren and, finding him absent, followed his trail through the snow, here.
To the sea of glass.
The ice is cracking: the leopardess can see that from afar. And yet for all of that there are figures gathered, some of whom - too many of whom - have stepped onto the fractured surface. Amalia recognizes some, though not many, but of course one stands out.
The one who has made it furthest.
Loren! Picking up speed, the leopardess reaches the edge of the shore and then leaps, transforming as she does, her body returning to human form. Mostly human - thick fur still coats her exposed back, peeking out from under sleeves and collars. Her feet are bare, feline, but most impressive is the pair of wings that stretches from her shoulders, truly massive and coated in stars. Without hesitation she reaches out, trying to snatch the summoner and drag him back from the ice. The others she can return for later: only this one is, sort of, directly her fault.
Angel!Ama flies over the ice to try and grab Loren and drag him to shore.
Magic: Wings of Vi | Amalia can summon barn owl wings from her back, making her capable of flight. Wings appear as a shimmering tattoo on her upper back when not in use.
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops.
Saiden had wandered out of the Citadel, following the pretty lady who'd turned into a cat. Very much wanting to get to know her better (maybe even in the biblical sense) he'd trundled through the snow after her. Furs pulled tight around his body, he scowled at the the snow all around.
However, something caught his eye. Frowning, he joined the small group that was gathered at the edge of what appeared to be a vast, frozen expanse of water. Except there were cracks in the ice near the shore, and some idiots out there trying to get to...a nest?
Snorting, he walked up to Morgan. "Shouldn't you be imposing order on this group, Warden?" Grinning, he winked at her.
Then he stretched out one hand. His magic sprang out of him. Using a combination of air and water, he attempted to slide and pull the nest along the surface of the ice, pulling it closer to them.
Saiden uses water and air magic together to try and pull the nest closer to the shore.
Water manipulation: Can manipulate water. Must be within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded
Air manipulation: Can manipulate the air. Must be within a 30ft radius and allows the user to levitate medium-large sized objects up to 5ft above the ground . Control is excellent.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
cause it makes me that much stronger makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana strolled towards the small clump of her fellow Order members. Staring out at the figures scrambling out on the ice, she shook her head. "Dumbasses," she muttered under her breath. When she saw the magic at work she sneered.
Then she turned towards Falke, Amaris, and Seraphina. The Hammer pulled her furs closer before she reached gloved hands into her pockets and her tool belt to begin fiddling with it and checking them. "Anyone got a piece of rope or some wood? We could make a fishing rod and try to reel it in or try to lasso it." She pulled a length of twine from her pocket and unrolled a bit of it. Pulling on it, she nodded at its tensile strength.
it makes me that much wiser so thanks for making me a fighter
(Clever creatures, using wings and magic and all of your special, special gifts. The things that you rely on, that define you, that you've become so accustomed to seeing as who you are. But what happens when that's stripped away...?)
The ice breaks.
It's the fierce flick of a cold snap, but everything is different. Did you blink? Did you move? Did you fall? No- and yet here you are, not where you were, floating on a large section of the ice, alone but for two others. No magic. No shifts. No upgrades. No companions. Only you, as bare of ability as the day you were born.
And the egg, of course.
It's ahead of you, though you can't quite see it through the haze of steam that drifts off the ice-cold sea, but still you know that it is there. All you can see are your companions, and the great expanse of Some of you are injured. Some of you are fine.
All of you hear a voice in your ear, asking a question you don't fully understand.
What will your answer be?
Oh no! Some magic is at work, and you find yourself stranded on the ice with only your wits and two randomly chosen companions! So long as you remain in the drop your magic, shifts, abilities, items, etc will not work!
Each group must answer a riddle. Your randomly chosen groups and riddles are listed below:
Group 1:Saiden, Amalia, Amaris I hide at night but for the moon
And from the sun, in heat of noon
And always your partner you’ll find that I be
You can't move you, without moving me
Group 2:Nate, Morgan, Amun I’m an object of beauty, but not often art.
I’ve hold on love, second only the heart.
I’ve delicate petals for others to please,
But unlike a flower, I've no interest in bees.
Group 3:Seraphina, Luciana, Loren I plant no seeds, nor till the earth,
But by me the harvest slain and birthed.
Though time doth change how I appear
You'll find me the same, year after year.
Group 4:Neron, Falke, Chulane I beget life, and oft also joy
But not all can my service employ
I sit betwixt your hat and your shoes
You'll find oftentimes that I'm hard to use
Please list the answer to your riddle and any action you choose to take at the bottom of your post. Bear in mind that this drop is dangerous, and may result in injury or death! This is your last opportunity to leave without risk.
