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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and sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm
Something bit at her, and she couldn’t quite name it. Likely grief, as she quietly nodded at Ronin’s request, munching off another piece of bread before adhering to the task. With a piece of charcoal and parchment, the young Caretaker began to sketch out the outer proportions of the Tower, eyes occasionally flicking over to its empty spot, before begrudgingly carrying on. It’d been a part of her past, everyone’s in Stormbreak, and unfortunately still resounded in the present, with the notions of her fallen sister, and fellow citizens.
The lines were bolder than she would’ve liked, but in the end, she handed the rough sketch over to Darkeye, so that the task could be completed.
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Lena draws the Tower out for Darkeye.
that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
Darkeye nods curtly when he sees the drawing and gives Lena a comforting grip on her shoulder. It is not easy for her, as anyone who is near her can see. For all those who are in Stormbreak. That's exactly why the work was so difficult. People were caught up in their grief. It would be that way for a while.
He just nodded when he was done. He got up without a word and went to Ronin to get the list. The coming was no work for the mourners. He went to his forge and with a lot of power and technique he got a big stone and started to mark it with chalk. He worked the stone as best he could. He added to the lines at the top "Never forgotten, always loved". And working his way down with the names on each side he added a small panther with nine swords. As it was customary in his world. It took him several hours to finish. He apparently did not want to be disturbed. If someone came running and wanted something from him or touched the stone. He was either pushed away or growled at. This work was very important to him, he wanted it to be good. It would be about 2 meters tall.
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Darkeye would start to work on the monument.
Some people started to build the houses.
(Feel free to describe what you want to do last round)
Having given the list of names to Darkeye, Ronin leaves the other man to whatever work he plans to do on the monument, giving an encouraging nod as he spots the sketch that Lena has come up with. Work and chaos is bustling all around them, and although the Huntsman is tragically at home in these environments, he finds himself craving a bit of tranquillity. After this, he promises himself, he’ll go and lay in the Celestine for an hour or two.
For now, though, there’s more to be done. ”The new houses are only basic, but they’re better than nothing, right? Do you want to come and help out with me?” This he directs to Lena, Ronin collecting up a few tools and a wagon of supplies, hauling them in the direction of a few citizens and other builders at work. It’s slow going, but it’s far from a thankless job at least. This will make a difference for a lot of people.
Ronin goes to help with the efforts to build houses, and invites Lena to come with him.
and sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm
Lena would only be able to see the monument hours later – so for now, other than facing down the multitudes of grief again and again, she nodded towards Ronin, grateful for an excuse to do something other than wallow or stare. “Sure.” Quiet, as she’d been nearly the entire time, the Caretaker followed after the Huntsman and his wagon of supplies, carrying a few other tools alongside the workers.
Trying, desperately, to help where she could. Her experience with building houses amounted to nearly nothing, but where there was resolution and determination, perseverance and fortitude, perhaps that would count for something.
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Lena helps with the houses!
that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
He worked on it for many hours, trying to make the names legible. Unfortunately, there were a lot of names that had to be brought on the stone. He tried to do it exactly as Lena had drawn the tower.
This time he didn't sing a song while he worked. It didn't seem to fit him. There were a lot of people who had to be mentioned in his prayer now. He wrote each name again separately in his book. He would present this list to Wessex and Nate so that they knew who they had on their conscience with the extinction of the already destroyed order.
He knew he could leave the houses to Ronin and Lena. He hoped that the people could now find some peace. He wanted to show that not all people are the same. Whether it helped the grounders to stand in a different light is difficult to judge. About the order he would ask Lena as well as Ronin another time this was not the right moment.
Sweaty, he stepped out of his tent and saw what Lena Ronin and the people of Stormbreak had already accomplished. He pulled the monoment on a kind of trolley right into the middle of the erected houses and with the help of some people he brought the stone into position. He hoped that perhaps a believer might speak a few words.
If no one should offer itself he would do it. But he did not want to impose himself further. "I think we've accomplished a lot in the last few days." He reached out his hand to Ronin as well as to Lena. "If you need anything else, please contact me and I will try to help. If you want to make any changes, say so now, otherwise I'm going to get some rest." He says and you can see that he is at the end of his strength. Without the break Lena has forced upon him, he would have collapsed a long time ago.
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Could like to say something in conclusion
Please give me by pm a feetback that I know in the future what I can do better.
and sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm
And after all of that, they seemed to have completed Darkeye’s mission. The Caretaker took a solid breath, gazing upon everything they’d accomplished. Contentment and relief mingled in with the grief, until she wasn’t quite certain what she should’ve been feeling – but painted on that residual smile for everyone else’s benefit. She reached out to shake the warpriest’s hand, head bowed in gratitude. “Thank you for your assistance and hard work.” Gazing upward at Ronin, and patting him on the shoulder for his efforts too, the youth began to gradually fade back into the world of stone – off to take her rest as well.
that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
