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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Torchline might seem like a funny place to host a gathering of Ancients. And to that Danta says: go fuck yourself. It's the hottest place around - especially in Longheat - with a bar and decent food, not to mention all the delectable lovelies walking about clad in barely anything at all. Speaking of which, there are certainly a variety of bodies on display on the beach, and he's taking advantage of ogling each and every one of them at length.
The midday sun might be deemed treacherous to those without Dygra's sweet touch warming their bones, and rest assured any Ancient in attendance is just as likely to lounge on the sand like a salamander as partake in the festivities. As for Danta, he's made a cookfire and ensured there's plenty of booze about. Everything else is up to anyone else, in his not so humble opinion. He's sent (read: scrawled on a rock) a note to his brothers and sisters about the gathering, and anyone who isn't an Ancient who also wants to partake is none of his business.
So, in short, go right on ahead.
Danta is hosting a little beach party for Ancients and non-Ancients alike!
Attending this ME will fulfill the following Seasonal Event requirement:
3. EITHER thread with an Ancient to learn about Dygra OR attend the Ancients' Mini Event.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Phoebe had heard about the beach party on one of her visits to Torchline with Jude. And frankly, it sounded divine. Just a time to kick back, relax, and enjoy the sun and the waves. Exactly what she needed.
She was accustomed to the Torchline heat and dressed appropriately, a black bikini beneath a short, barely there flowy white dress. It seemed she arrived early, which was just fine by her as she grabbed a drink - what it was she didn't know but it looked fruity and delicious.
"Quite the event you've put together Danta." she said to the host as she passed by. It was good etiquette to say hello to the host of course.
i'll make it feel like a vacay turn the bed into the ocean
Rocks, Danta? Really? Oh well, it was true that ravens didn't always survive the gore crows in the Climb so it worked well enough. The memo reached Zef and she wasn't against a little field trip to visit their southern cousins on the sun-kissed coast.
"Hey there, hot stuff," she crooned as she sauntered up to Dantalion with a sharp-toothed grin. One hand held a frosty glass with a bright blue liquid and vivid green umbrella shading the melting ice from the sun, while a bottle of something eminently flammable dangled from the fingers of the other. Dressed to impress not give a shit, as always, her brown skin was mostly bared to the blinding sun, with only a token maroon breast band and thong to keep things from bouncing around.
Tal wasn't exactly a party kinda guy. Going to the Flowerbirth Ball had taken most of his social energy for the year, but he had a letter to deliver and though the recipient wasn't at home the neighbors had kindly (more or less) pointed Tal towards the beach. Pulling his broad-brimmed hat down a little further he sweated his way down to the ocean and came across what appeared to be a party in progress.
Oh. Joy.
The courier heaved a sigh and began asking around. He definitely wasn't dressed for the beach, but hail no he wasn't going to strip down and burn himself to a tender fried crisp. Besides, he was on business. Maybe after he delivered the letter, though, he could partake of some of those fancy drinks at the bar...
He caught a half-familiar face nearby and perked up, heading over to try and enlist a little help. "Hey, Phoebe!" he called out, studiously trying to keep his eyes above her shoulders. "D'y'know if there's a 'Wendy Meadows' around here?"
Once upon a time, not long ago, Isla had told Sunjata about a certain list. If she remembers correctly, on a beach at midday had actually been on that list. And yet, as they find themselves amid the bustle of a Torchline coast at Longheat, those sorts of thoughts are rather far from her mind.
She'd been thoroughly enjoying soaking up the sunshine and strolling through the shallows, in fact, when she catches sight of an open beach party, not to mention the glint of horns and lash of tails that tell of other Ancients. "Mind if we stop by for a little bit?" she'd asked the Flood, before promptly approaching to find a seat on a large bit of driftwood someone had dragged up.
With a drink in hand and her eyes on the fire, she's content to watch and listen, and though the smile on her face is hidden by her drink, she's undoubtedly enjoying herself.
They had been rather perplexed by a rock being delivered in lieu of a message, but with little else to do these days, Ophelia had decided to investigate the get-together Danta was putting on. They arrive early in a flowy, long dove grey dress and make sure to wave at the host as they enter. Glancing around at the interspersed early stragglers in attendance to determine any familiar faces (and failing), they silently whisk away to the food and drink. While they hadn't been Ascended for long, the lack of need to eat paired with a childhood of poverty ensures Ophelia will never turn down such delicacies as free food.
They don't interact with anyone, merely standing on the outskirts of the bonfire to soak in the radiant heat while observing the way everyone else mingles with unblinking, ice-blue eyes. A perfect party in their opinion. They wouldn't mind some socialization, but everyone seems neatly paired up for the moment, and they are slowly learning what is and is not okay in terms of acceptable intrusions on their behalf.
daydream about me, and i know that you hate the nights without me
He’ll never complain about going to Torchline, especially during Longheat where the warmth can deep into his skin, where he can return to the golden hue his flesh takes when he’s gotten enough sun. There’s the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks that are more noticeable whenever the sun is, as well. And he’s more than content to return to the water along the coast with Isla upon her request, half or a half man for the majority of the time in the water, until her voice is carried to him and his gaze lifts to the party forming on the beach.
Well, he certainly can’t say no to that. He returns to his human form, shirt left behind along the beach, having not worried much about the rest of his clothes because of his intention to shift. So he wears a pair of shorts, barefoot as he follows her up onto the beach. His tattoos and scars along his chest are on full display, hair dripping wet streams along his cheeks to his chest. His steel gaze spies @Danta and Sunjata offers a small crooked smile of greeting before he grabs his own drink, promptly settling down beside Isla and stretching out his long, shark bite scarred legs into the sand and scans the rest of the crowd out of pure curiosity, spotting Phoebe amongst others, but he mostly keeps to himself, aside from idle comments made toward the sunny blond woman beside him.
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.
The party is just starting and it's already off with a bang, if you ask Danta. The Ancient, crouched in the sand over the cookfire, glances up and over his sunglasses to flash a fanged grin at Phoebe as she passes, offering her a nod for her trouble, before his attention is thoroughly stolen by Zefira.
"Ah, you got my lovingly crafted note," he purrs to her, shifting to sit properly, letting his tail thrash out careless sand patterns behind him as he reaches into an icebox provided by the butcher he'd been to. "I've got everything you could hope and dream for," he informs her, pausing to tilt a wink at Sunjata as he notes his arrival, but leaving him for the moment to chit chat.
By hopes and dreams he, of course, means meat, and he tilts the icebox to show her. "Question is just how rare you want it."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
they should have checked the ashes of the women they burned alive
Listen, it didn’t take much to entice Melita to join anything party, booze, or food related.
So when she saw people gathering along the beach, almost as if there was another LongNight party she was unaware of (especially midday), her features screwed into little pinprick slits of curiosity, intrigue, and emboldened pursuits.
At least she didn’t run all the way there – merely deciding to coast along the outlines for a moment, people watching. There were quite a few she didn’t recognize, but then there was Talyson, Phoebe, and…oh gods, her uncle.
Intentionally not looking his way, the youth snagged a cup of alcohol and downed it immediately.
because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
and sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm
Stopping in Torchline briefly to gather some more supplies, Lena hadn’t expected to see a full-fledged gathering along the beach. Curiosity compelled, but a more cautious endeavor suited her just fine – intending to walk around, merely peek, wonder, ponder, and then go about her merry way.
Until she saw another slightly on the outskirts – Ancient, as noted by the horns, and the apprehension seared away for bravery and determination. Stepping forward, hands clutching her basket, she managed to whisper to Ophelia, head tilting and eyes examining the laden wares and rapidly noticing the demeanor of others nearby. “Hello. Do you know what’s going on?”
that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm
Hadama had been in the Court of Stars - in the Merfolk pool beside the Healing Fountain - when rumors arrived of a party on the beach. He listened and nodded and then heard out the dispute that brought the two humans to the Court that day. He took his time coming to a decision before he sent the pair on their way and then he stretched, cracking his back disconcertingly loud in the Court's garden.
"I will take my lunch now," he informed the clerk assisting with day's workload, and dove down through the tunnel leading out to the canals.
It wasn't hard to find the location. Everyone seemed to be heading that way, and he followed the coast until the fire and growing crowd caught his attention. Settling into the shallows, the Tidebreaker watched the gathering with interest, nodding to Lena and Phoebe, and raising his hand in a wave to Melita.
People began filing into the party with speed shortly after she arrived. Mostly Ancients it looked like. Had she crashed a party she wasn't meant to be at she wondered. Either way Danta didn't seem upset by her presence so she couldn't be making too much of a scene. She smiled and waved to Hadama as the king of the merfolk arrived.
But someone else had found her - Talyson no less. "Hello, Talyson! How are you?" she said with a grin. She remembered him to be a very agreeable fellow so she was pleased to see him there. But it seemed he was on business. "Wendy Meadows...I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone by that name." she said with a frown. She used to know most everyone in Torchline, but it had been years now since she lived there.
i'll make it feel like a vacay turn the bed into the ocean
"I'm doin' okay," he replied to Phoebe with a bob of his head. "Just tryin' t'finish my last delivery today." But alas, it was not to be. He sighed and nodded at her negative, then perked up to gesture at the party in progress around them. "So, uh... what's the occasion?" It wasn't quite as hot as Hak Etme, nor as humid as the Feverlands, but the Longheat sun was still punishingly bright and if he'd felt more confident in his swimming he might have been tempted to take refuge in the water.
He wasn't sure his lessons were quite up to the challenge of waves and the ocean yet, though, and discretion proved to be the better part of valor as he stayed on dry land.
Though not without sneaking glances at the merfolk who were showing up.
Opposite what they are used to, someone else approaches them first before they have a chance to enter the fray. A very pretty woman, but with a rather hesitant demeanor. Ophelia smiles brightly as she edges closer, hoping to meet her halfway socially.
"Hello. Yes, Dantalion -" here she points out the man with the crystal horns, surrounded by a small flock of other Ancients and less familiar faces, "- is hosting this event in honor of Mother Dygra and to introduce us Ancients more effectively to the masses. The season is quite fitting for us with our preference for heat." Folding their hands around the bottle they hold, Ophelia gives a kind smile to Lena. "My name is Ophelia. It's nice to meet you," they chirp in their dreamlike tone, separating one hand from the bottle to offer to the woman.
