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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Cordelia follows behind Maeve, keeping an eye on Deimos and Noah, hesitant to get too far from them with Wessex and the others so close. The hunter pulls her bottle of booze from her bag, approaching the unhappy creature with it's pale green fur and crocodile smile. She sloshes the bottle, giving him a smirk, "Nothing like a bit of gin to make you grin." Cordelia rhymes, unsure if the rule is still in play, but making sure to follow it none the less. The Attuned offers him the bottle, hoping it's enough, but thinking it might fall short in comparison to the rest.
Cordelia offers a bottle of gin!
All the king's horses, all the king's men Couldn't put me together again
Paige is up next and rightfully so. The girl had rushed into line as soon as the direction was given, eager to show off her prank, hoping it would help her rise in the ranks. She blows a big breath into the whoopie cushion as she approaches, grinning like a fool as she looks up at the pale green creature, unperturbed by its rather sour features. "This makes a noise that sounds like a fart. If you ask me, it's like a work of art." The young Attuned giggles, placing the cushion on the ground, sitting down suddenly.
The sound that comes from the toy is wet and rather gross, but true to Paige's word, it sounds just like a fart and it is in fact a work of art. Her grin grows wider and she's tempted to go again, but there are others in line waiting their turn. Getting up with a flourish and a bow, she collects her toy and hops right out of line.
Paige shows off her whoopie cushion!
Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long
my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
The items are handed to Sunjata and he gladly takes them all for the Ascended, flashing a small smile to Azrael – the newest one he doesn’t recognize – before a more acquaintance one is given to the rest of them, nodding to Nate’s instructions and keeping them in mind. Luckily for most of his food can just be set up there to cook while he focuses on Nate’s popcorn, and when it’s all finished, the line is gathering for the creature to meet.
And that’s where Sunjata realizes his mistake. He’d brought some playing cards, despite not knowing too many card games. At the very least, he can make a fool of himself and hope that’s funny enough. So he returns to Nate’s side, fingers reaching out to grab for his playing cards and for his husband’s hand. “Think I might’ve fucked up.” He murmurs to Nate with a huff of a laugh. “I should’ve brought a backup.”
So saying, he steps toward the creature, using the deck of cards to try and do a trick – not quite magic, but one that’s geared more towards aesthetics. But the playing cards, while being normal, had a bit of a twist on the side of the cards so that when he spins them and bridges them, that they make a whizzing sort of sound and he hopes that’s good enough.
Sunjata does a little card trick, warping the cards just enough to make a buzzing/whining sound when he does the trick!
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
SUNJATA
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.
With the ham handed off, Azrael has more time to focus on Nate and that’s exactly what they do. Their gaze dances between the gathering, to all the familiar and unfamiliar faces – keeping to themselves aside from whatever Nate has them do. But when the line is forming, Azrael grabs their jack in the box and keeps it in their hands protectively, following behind Nate and sticking close to him just as he had instructed them to do.
They weren’t about to get in trouble out here – at least not intentionally. So they wait until it’s their turn, brandishing the jack in the box out in front of them with a bright fanged grin of excitement – spinning the little side wheel until the tinkling song finishes playing and the jack in the box pops out (a clown, of course, what else would it be?)
Azrael shows off their jack in the box!
lay you down, there's nothing to be scared of all your fears are in the breeze
Orderly line to a strange amalgamation of colors and textures that somehow approximates a body? Just another day in Caido.
Harper watches the other tricks with plain glee, as entertained by his fellows as he is supposed to be himself. After biting into a roasted banana (eugh) and apple (oooh?) he extinguishes the embers remaining on the end of his stick in the snow and pulls out his own little favor. There’s not much skill necessary in such an item, and it’s noooot quite in tune, but Harper gaily lifts the noise maker to his lips.
It’s a simple little tune that he plays, something like “twinkle twinkle” if any modern souls reside in the crowd, but it squawks and honks a little here and there almost like a goose. Harper laughs and pulls it away, rubbing his hand across his lips which buzz from the tickle of the instrument. “A little out of tune I must say, but it’s fun to be the one to play.” Damn, couldn’t make a good pun, but the kiddos so far have had that in the bag.
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Harper plays a little melody on a slightly wonky kazoo.
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
His keen, sharp eyes watched over the rest of the crowd too; and only because of Wessex’s prior antics. But he stepped in line amongst them, holding onto the created plushie, initiating great strides forward once it came to his turn. His gaze swept over the creature – no idea what it was – but presented the overly fat, pillow-like form of the seal anyway.
Then he spoke, words coming from his mouth that he never thought he’d utter. “This might be good for a cuddle,” Ever again. “When you are in a muddle.” Complete with his impassive, stoic features.
Thereafter, he wandered back to his group, awaiting whatever verdict was to come.
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Deimos offers his self-made very fat seal plushie.
After Harper came over, and she willingly shared (probably with her tongue stuck out though in very childish abandon), there was one last attempt. Her eyes glanced towards her trick dice, wondering if it was feasible, useful, in these parameters. With a sigh, and then, suddenly a very conniving plan, the honeybee and Fangorn went to join the others.
When it came to her turn, she began to show off the dice’s wondrous technique of being absolute shit. “Roll the dice!” And she demonstrated them, again and again, as they purposefully landed on certain numbers. “More than twice!” And she laughed, hoping the merriment would catch.
And under her breath, she coaxed, wheedled, and cajoled, channeling her favorite deity. Perhaps Ludo would enjoy the festivities too – especially with a variety of fun and amusements to be had. “Ludo, can you make it grin?” Humming along, as if she wasn’t whispering anything suspicious. “So I can win?”
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Melita shows off the trick dice.
Melita channels for Ludo to help make the creature grin (and to enjoy itself, of course).
Accepted Channeling: Allows an Accepted to channel a deity during a time of crisis (1x a season)
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded
Well, what an odd creature it was indeed. Gideon (and by extension, Lam) had thoughts about what it might be, but did not say much of anything as he joined the line with his bag of hats, trying not to think about the Ascended he shared the line with. All of their efforts would fail, of course; a spirit like this wouldn't give anything to one of the Voice's creations, he was sure.
A girl before him muttered what sounded like a prayer to Ludo and he paid close attention to what might be a channelling. If it were, it was exactly the kind of devotion he needed to encourage.
Once he got to the front of the line, he began to fish hats out of the bag - helmets, crowns, jester hats, fabric creations - and put them all on, one after another, until there was a leaning tower of hats on his head in a variety of colours and wonky shapes. Once Gideon was sure no more would rest upon the pile, he held out the bag, still plenty of hats within, to the creature. "If you prove you can stack more hats than me, then you can have all of them for free."
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Gideon stacks as many silly hats as he can on his own head, then offers other hats from the bag to the creature, challenging it to put more on.
Nervously Ever joins the line. In his hand is the book of puns brought with him, and despite his flipping back and forth and back and forth, by the time he is at the front of the line, he hasn't properly settled on anything at all. And so, on the open page and with full confidence in his mother's puns, the boy clears his throat and looks up into the face of well, I obviously know what it is, so.
"uhm. I...invented a new word." He says, knowing that his puns don't rhyme, and hoping that's okay. "Plagiarism." Waiting, like some comedian who hasn't gotten any applause, Ever continues. Holding out the book, he points to a sentence that says A word in this sentence is misspelled. "Do..you know which?"
Something to amuse? Oh this should be grand. Wessex has a feeling that so long as the creature (and honestly, she has no idea what it might be) isn’t devout, they’ll find it hilaaaaaarious.
She gathers the flip book and settles in line, with Loki wandering back to her side. There were some interesting emotions radiating from her companion, and from the stilted imagery, the General can begin to piece something together. Rolling her eyes, she finds it laughable that they were all so worried about the little dragon, but then - maybe they ought to be.
Demonstrating to the creature how to use the flipbook, the General grins salaciously, “Can you imagine two heralds in bed? Safrin giving Ludo sloppy, sparkling head? Only to bruise her knees on a toy, and then oops, here come all her Outlander boys. Turns out Ludo’s erection is just some stiff rags, but she still gets off (Ronin's sad!), like a nasty old slag.”
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Wessex shows the creature her satirical flip book of Ludo and Safrin fucking.
My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
Joining the line just after Everest, Mateo is quite proud of his offering to the I also know what it is. And when it's his turn, he holds up his bun with the waggly, bendy sticks in it. "When we came, you said bring an abundance of snow," he explains. "And so I brought a-bun-dancing - it can put on a show!"
As if to demonstrate this, Mateo waggles the bun around, changing the position of its bendy sticks to allow it to make all sorts of sick dance moves. He ends the little show by letting the bun spin in his palm (like one of those breakdancing moves), offering a wide grin as he completes his turn.
engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see
"You and me both, sonskyn." Nate mumbles, entwining their fingers together and reaching into his pocket to pat at the single, shiny coin he had tucked away. Seems like he'll just have to go all out then. "Whatever happens we can take it on the chin." It wasn't like they'd come out here expecting to really get anything, after all, what was walking home empty-handed going to hurt?
When it finally comes his turn, Nate produces the coin with a flourish, holding it up so the wee beastie gets the chance to see it before, with a twirl of his fingers, his hand is empty again. It reappears in a different, crackling hand, tossed back and forth between glowing fingers and flesh ones until finally, Nate flicks the coin into the air and flashes a winning grin at their host. "I don't know about you, but I've got a good feeling about tails." He chuckles, glancing up and squinting to try and catch sight of the coin. There's nothing there, the coin seemingly gone, until Nate coughs.
He just barely keeps from doubling over, his tongue sticking out of his mouth to reveal the coin sitting pretty at the tip of it, heads up. Nate plucks it delicately out of his mouth then frowns when he sees the face. "Well shit. Nothing like being wrong to take the wind out of your sails." He sighs, flicking the coin up once more and catching it in his hand. He hates to end on a fumble, but maybe it's okay, just this one time.
Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own
Melita calls, and Ludo answers. Sort of...?
The Ludo that appears is one that might be recognisable to some of those present - the ones who had attended a certain play at a certain time of year once before, for instance. Draped in a shawl blazing with stars and with its porcelain mask painted with exaggerated eyelashes and red lips, this Ludo-Dressed-As-Safrin might make the whateveritis grin, or it might just make it confused.
"I was busy, sweetling," it informs Melita, before haughtily poofing away again.
10-06-2021, 05:14 PM (This post was last modified: 10-06-2021, 05:15 PM by Random Event.)
random event
A threesome in ink and a bottle of gin
A cushion that farts, a card game it didn't win.
Next is a clown that springs out of a box,
Then a sound a bit like helium-filled rocks.
A stuffed seal is followed by something quite odd, Ludo appearing, which does make it nod.
Then we have an offering of hats,
followed by puns for which its stare is quite flat.
A poem and a flipbook about heralds having sex,
followed by a play on words that's a bit too complex.
Finally comes a coin that almost seems to dance,
But honestly, these don't earn more than a glance.
Drawing itself upon its green grinchy toes,
it looks about, weighing the cons and the pros.
But who should it choose? Which of you should win?
Finally looking at Maeve, it offers her a grin.
Astor, Brit, and Heather did not submit creature guesses. Odd/Honey do not get to guess for obvious reasons. Sky, Johnny, and Arty were correct in their guesses and have an extra name added. No one from the Grounds added their regional feat and so don't earn an extra name from it. Womp womp. Melita gets her name added again thanks to Ludo's help.
As an accepted, Maeve may choose a magical item as her prize or can keep the Grinch as a companion with the ability Happiness Steal. The grinch can exude an aura of unhappiness that causes attacks to hit with disadvantage for characters with an END stat of <10
Only Nate, Harper, Maeve, Cordelia, Paige, Deimos, Melita, Ever, Mateo, Gideon, Az, Jata, and Wessex may use this drop for levelling/MP
