A rogue at heart and in life, Jack has been dodging trouble and rewriting Torchline’s rules for as long as most can remember. Though his slight, rugged exterior might seem easy to overlook in the crowded alleys of Haulani, a sharper look reveals a man as dangerous as he is enigmatic. With an infamous reputation and razor-sharp wit, matched with eyes that see and say more than most can handle, Jack's real weapon lies not in his stance but in his piercing blue gaze—and a telepathic edge no one knows about. Recent endeavours—like romancing Torchline's queen and trading favours for children with Safrin—show that while Jack may lack a conventional moral compass, he’s bound only by his own ambitions.
Congratulations, Jack!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
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Isla doesn't often find herself at the marketplaces that are scattered around the Sanctuary - many of her supplies are delivered to the Infirmary directly, and others are crafted by the medic herself. But she isn't just a medic any more - she is Overseer to the Grounds, and something something it's good to show her face and get familiar with everyone.
It's lucky that the majority of the Grounds operates a night market now, so it's under the pale streams of the moonlight that Isla makes her rounds, getting herself some sprigs of fresh herbs, some pre-cut bandages and a few other bits and pieces. The place is fairly bustling, given the number of Ascended in their midst these days, and the Remedy can't help but smile to see it.
These moments, she thinks, will be few and far between in this lead up to the war.
Alright, so, Varus has had a good stint of not fucking up a lot of things lately. Most notably himself. However, today is a different story. It’s a different story because he’s managed to do something stupid, and his sensors are ringing off the charts. He’s a bit dazed, a bit jumbled, and he can feel the slow drop of fluid coming from his temple when he picks himself back up off the ground.
Which leads him to wandering back toward the Sanctuary, to head for the temple because he knows that’s where Isla is, despite him getting turned around a couple of times. When he does finally make it, he finds out quickly that she isn’t there, and with a slightly irritated huff, the dripping man makes it back out to the sanctuary, starting to head home before he sees the shock of blonde along the crowd, a ruler among her people.
He bee lines for her, his metal arm slipping around her shoulder. “Isla, Isla, Isla,” he pauses as he words his next sentence. “I kinda fucked up and if you have the time I’d very much appreciate a little bit of patching up.” There’s a cheeky smile that crosses his face as he looks back at her, the shine of fluid from his temple glimmering with the light.
and you ease my troubles with your hands, like the night puts a calm on the valley
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
The arm snakes around her shoulder just as she's finished at the last stall, tugging Isla slightly off balance and into a very familiar figure indeed. "Cal, Cal, Cal," she echoes, leaning against him and offering him a bright smile which (naturally) fades somewhat as she takes in the more obvious signs of injury about him. "You did, huh?" she murmurs, letting her free arm slip around his waist. "Lucky for you, I'm all done here, and I do have the time."
Gently, she moves to steer him back towards home, carefully noting the fluid that's trickling from his temple and offering him a curious sort of frown. "You want to tell me what happened?" she asks, and whilst for all intents and purposes, Isla sounds little more than mildly interested, the cogs are already ticking away in her brain.
She leans against him and his arm grows a bit tighter around her, tucking her in under his arm as she slips her arm around his waist. He huffs a sigh of relief as she says she does have the time, and he flashes her his biggest goofiest grin. “Gods I’m so lucky.” It comes out as a sound closer to a whisper than actually uttering it, despite the fact he thinks he’s absolutely just said it loud enough for the merchants around them to hear.
She moves to steer him away though, back toward the warmth and comfort of home. “Well, you see, I was working on fixing up a few things in my old house – which I still have to show you but I wanted it to look… Better than a ruin, and uh, forgot the floor upstairs was fucked and I slipped through.” He flashes her a bright grin with that, at odds with the hint of frustration that lingers within. “I’m usually much better when it comes to decrepit places, but I guess we all have to have our dumb moments now and then, huh?”
and you ease my troubles with your hands, like the night puts a calm on the valley
