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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You are lucky - whatever has caused the water to run red with blood, it does not come from the top of the waterfall, and neither does it attract the attention of the leviathan. Perhaps it is sleeping far below, in the depths. Or perhaps it is dead, bloodless, and soaking the Mountain's Roar in this crimson hue.
You will not find the answers to these questions today, regrettably. The only thing you might take from this place is a memory... and a warning, too.
Something is happening to cause this. And it isn't just targeting animals.
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"I will," Ronin murmurs to Noah, glancing around as most begin to fall away from the area - though he does notice one red-headed girl go diving into the water. With a wince at that particularly macabre decision, he moves to pick up Stevie's motionless body, glancing over his shoulder at Remi.
I'll catch up with you at home, he tells him silently, along with a pulse of apology and love. More and more often their sweet moments are becoming embittered by death and war - he supposes he ought to get used to it. (He won't, though). "I'd suggest staying away from this place for a while. There's no telling how the water got this way, but I imagine it isn't anything good."
And with that, the Huntsman exits the Mountain's Roar to take Stevie to her final resting place.
When it became clear that there would be neither answers nor further danger (or bodies to retrieve) from the waterfall's pool, Tal tugged lightly on Boreal's horns to distract her away from the bloody cascade. As Remi and Ronin took their leave and the other Halovians began to trail out as well, he nodded to Sah and Lilly and jerked his head towards the exit.
"Let's get outta here. Boreal's got a bad feeling about this place..." An understatement, as the dragon let out a final growl and then turned reluctantly to walk beside her companion, throwing suspicious glances back over her shoulder with every other step. Tal shivered and kept his hand on her shoulders, jamming the other into his pocket so no one would see how it tapped anxiously against his leg as they retreated from the bloodfall.
Tal out!
Exhaling a huff of understanding and annoyance both, Remi nods to Ronin. Turning to head back down the pathway he'd come, the Lullaby would collect his and Ronin's clothing and other personal items discarded in their haste to enter Frey's Breath. Rubbing a hand up the side of his face, he considers lingering only for a moment before thinking better of it. Gone were the years he presumed it was his place to protect others in situations like this.
If they wanted to stay and find out what caused so much blood to run so freely, that was entirely their choice.
So, with wings spread, the Lullaby left the Climb only to shift into a form with a good deal more fur to keep him warm for the journey home.
Remi out!
i went broke believing that the simple should be hard
Table inspo from kae!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Sah let out a heavy sigh when it was clear that they'd be receiving no answers today. The Abandoned couldn't help but furrow a brow when he heard Noah address his fellow Halovians. He understood why the demi-god addressed solely the Wardens, but the Abandoned hoped he' be part of the coming conversation as well.
Granted, now that he wasn't on the council, that seemed less likely. A title or lack of didn't bother him. Sah just wanted to be in the know of what might be threatening his home and people. He tried to tell himself that he'd be told when he was meant to know but his pride still stung.
Whistling for Lilly to come to him, Sah nudged Talyson's shoulder and nodded in agreement, "Come on Errand Boy, let's go."
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Sah out!
I think there for I am, But what if all I do is bleed?
Those around him moved on and out, and when those he felt under his protection had gone away from the blood-stained water, as did he. Despite the warmth of the caverns, Noah was still wet. He still smelled of blood and ash. Feathering his jaw he gave one last look to the falls, not seeing the anaconda emerge from the depths.
They had to go, and he knew it. Rather than using his magic to jump through the Climb, tundra, and back to the Citadel, Noah thumbed the compass in his pocket and disappeared as quietly as a midnight whisper.
With no new information to be had, and nothing except the ominous multitudes of several things colliding at once, they would have to leave the current enigmas as it was. Something else when they returned from war. Something else that threatened and loomed.
And for all of that, the Sword sighed, watching and listening as the warnings were imparted. Evie’s wisdom flickered through, amidst the rest, and they would have to resign themselves to simply returning home – to await other encroaching storms. “For later,” he murmured to those near him, granting nods, casting one last look at the crimson falls, before departing back to familiarity.
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Deimos out!
under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed
Eating fire is your ambition to swallow the flame down
The youth bristled when naught more could be found – with the looming voices and the commands of future intervals. Blood in the water and in the falls and in their ears, ringing along with the unknown pressing in around them. She could feel something gnawing along the pit of her stomach, but couldn’t name it, couldn’t share it, could only ball her fists down by her sides and bite her tongue, feel it slide against her teeth. She nodded to a few comrades and constituents, but otherwise, sharply turned on her heel, wondering just how far all of this was going to go.
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Melita out!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein to be the sun
and sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm
Flying gave her nothing but the span of surroundings – glancing along intertwining drops of water, amongst and amidst pools of crimson. But there was naught up here to entertain the masses, nor snag as sagacity; a fool’s errand, as she scanned, and then hastened downward, granting only a shake of her head for the lack of information. Perhaps uselessness dragged at her too, as the rest of the crowd began to disperse, always trying and always striving and not having anything to show for it –
But maybe, after the war, if she survived…
With that thought, the bird hastened onward again, heading towards caverns and Stormbreak’s stony familiarity.
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Lena out!
that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
Phoebe sighed in relief to see that people began to disperse and disappear back to wherever they had come from. She hadn't wanted a fight but knew all too well the stubborness that could come over people in Caido. Thankfully such was not the case today. Perhaps the bloody water and dead body had tempered people's ideations of heroism. Either way, it meant she could leave too.
Perhaps someday they would know what had happened here, but today was not that day.
Grabbing hold of the compass in her pocket she willed herself back to the safety of Sidhe village, far away from the bloody, deadly mess of the waterfall.
