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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i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He’s never once gone to a Ludo shrine – and it had taken him some time and talking with locals to figure out where the fuck the shrine was in order to go to it. There was a specific reason he’d avoided this particular deity, not wanting anything to do with the memories and people it could pluck from his mind to torment him with. An inherent distrust hidden beneath the surface that he can’t help but to continue to let seep into his thoughts, especially as he openly approaches it.
This one, though, nautical in nature, something Sunjata should relate to given his affinity for water and the moniker he’d been graced with, is intriguing. And while he doesn’t know what Ludo would like, he has crafted a little wooden boat with painted edges, one that he sets down on top of the shrine and gives it one last look before he steps away.
He doesn’t pray or say anything, not wanting to grant an audience with Ludo, just simply leaving an offering and slipping back away into the Port, jaw set tight as discomfort settles into his gut.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
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.
03-09-2024, 11:27 PM (This post was last modified: 03-09-2024, 11:30 PM by Nysadeia.)
Kiss a lover, dance a measure Find your name, and buried treasure
She did not like the surface. She did not like mouth breathers either. As a matter of fact, Nysa didn't care much for anything at all right now, and she couldn't think of a better way to express her displeasure than to take it out on someone else.
The water around the port was filthy. Humans never learned to keep their trash to themselves; it was a petty excuse, but just the kind of thing she needed right now. A rotten piece of fruit bobbed its way to her hiding spot beneath dock, and with a disgusted grimace she scooped it up in her hand. The sound of footsteps above told her that someone was approaching; thanks awfully for volunteering.
A swift dash out of the water, and the fruit was sent hurtling towards the person. Nysa caught a glimpse of dark hair and broody eyebrows before she tumbled back into the water; there was a splash as she dove back under, in search of more ammunition.
Discomfort continues to bloom in his chest, at least until there’s something hurtling toward him, nailing him precisely on the shoulder with a wet slap and sparking every single scar displayed on his body in a vibrant white light like a clap of lightning. At first, he thinks it’s a hel that’s confused, until he turns swiftly and spots the rotten fruit as it falls to the ground, rolling back off the dock into the water below it.
His first question is what the fuck, because there’s nothing that could have thrown it from that trajectory unless it was in the water – something that the Flood drifts toward, leaning over to scan the water, before he grits his jaw and looks back up at the people on the dock, brow pinched for a mere moment before a decision is made.
He sheds his shirt, leaving it beside one of the posts, and he dives into the water – shifting into his orca shift – shark bite scarred and massive as he dives below in search of something that might have been the cause.
in the moonlight
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.
Kiss a lover, dance a measure Find your name, and buried treasure
Well shit. That didn't go like she thought it would. No sooner did the surface break around her victim, than a fucking orca appeared in place of the human. Those eat anything - wolves of the sea and all - and Nysa had no intention of becoming dinner.
Maybe it caught a glimpse of crimson tentacles and golden hair, maybe not. A moment later a black wall of ink obscured the mermaid. Believing herself really clever Nysa shifted and darted off towards shallow waters where the orca couldn't reach. Silvery laughter glistened across the Attuned connection, at once wicked and entirely innocent - despite her initial fright, this was turning out rather interesting.
Rising from the sea like some warm and welcome submarine is a Tumsea. With a smattering of starfish on its shell and a coating of seaweed, the creature looks as if it is trying to reflect the starlit heavens. Slow and kind, the creature glances your way, and though it is difficult to ascribe a smile to a creature such as this, indeed it seems to be smiling at you before descending down back into the waves.
You’ve encountered a Tumsea. This counts as a rare creature encounter for the purposes of levelling, but does not count as a Random Event for levelling or MP. There will be no further admin/re intervention. If you choose to follow this creature, you do so at your own risk, however, just having it in this thread is enough to satisfy your levelling requirements. You may not kill your rare creature without admin permission.
Tumseas (rare/mythical): Smaller cousins of the Tulmhainar, Tumseas are like moving ecosystems all unto themselves. With shells of brilliant blues and earth browns, these turtle-like creatures can grow to nearly 4ft in diameter and can hold their breath for decades at a time. Bringing vibrancy and health to all the underwater trails they follow, Tumseas are thought to be good omens and are often followed by schools of fish encantados
Oh, he catches the glimpse of red and gold, and immediately propels himself toward it only to be encapsulated in a cloud of murky, black ink. It’s fine, though, given that with the speed he’d entered, he follows that Attuned connection and slips through it despite being blinded, only to spot the flicker of gold and crimson further in the distance toward the shore, in the hopes he might beach himself.
Unfortunately for her, he’s well versed in using his shifts like the mer do, and he rises temporarily to the surface to spot the Tumsea’s glimmer of attention before it vanishes and Sunjata takes a deep breath to return to the chase. The second he gets too close to the shallows, he shifts partially – turning his lower half into that very same orca but the top half reflecting the scarred, fully tattooed (thanks to the passive magic of floral ink blooming across his skin when wet), torso of his as he zips through the water to chase after. Are you going to keep running? Comes the accented voice as he trails after her.
in the moonlight
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.
Kiss a lover, dance a measure Find your name, and buried treasure
The orca remained unbothered by ink and shallow waters both. Nysa could try to outpace her pursuer, but she really was not the type to exert herself if she didn't have to. So when the man reached out and spoke to her, the octupus found a crevice just beneath a reef and squeezed herself in. Trying for stealth, her colors shifting to mimic the rock and corals around her.
"Depends," she bit back cheekily "What are you gonna do if you catch up?" If he was a calamari conosseur she would have to get a raincheck.
Still, her options were dwindling. Between sweet talking her way out, pleading forgiveness for the fruit, and trying her venom, she definitely had a preference... Thinking hard she watched the current for a hint of his presence, wondering what his reasoning was for following her in the first place. Could all landwalkers shift like this? The way he acted was almost Mer in its flexibility - though she really hated to admit that.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Her voice seems to settle in one particular place, and Sunjata angles himself toward it – cutting through the water easily, navigating the currents like it’s second nature. It is in his name, after all. And despite the attack he assumes she’s done to him given the pursuit that followed, the Flood’s tone is equally cheeky, a deep accented rumble. Depends.
He does emerge in her vision, his steel gaze scanning briefly along the reef for anything out of the ordinary – namely copper and scarlet. And in this half shifted form, it allows him to use his magic, allowing the curl of a toothy wolfish grin when he spots the sight he’s seeking out, waving a hand to tug the water around her toward him, hoping to draw her out to him.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
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.
Kiss a lover, dance a measure Find your name, and buried treasure
It took an insultingly short amount of time before her vision filled with the guise of the mouthbreather impostor. Like a frenchman digging snails out of their shell, so Nysa was scooped from her hiding place by the suddenly traitorous current. Neatly, carefully, disregarding the pulse of her body from subtle gray surrepticiousness to near black indignation. While quite sizeable - actually among the largest of the subspecies of octopi - her shifted scale still diminished her compared to the mer-that-was-not and Nysadeia did not like that.
Like, really did not like it. Nope. No thank you.
Tentacles writhed as the fought the current. When that didn't work, she shifted back into the half-and-half that was more or less her true form, and propelled herself straight toward the orca-shifted tide-bender. Large crimson tentacles enveloped him, sensitive in the way they encircled his body without ever actually touching, and suddenly face to face Nysa stared into eyes nearly as blue as her own. Haughty, petulant and exquisite in her enchanted perfection, she pouted at the man as her golden hair drifted in the swaying current.
"You cheated!" she accused, so effortless in her communication that it seemed she might as well be using her true voice. Her emotions crossed far less elegantly; a jumbled tangle of annoyance and indignity blended with a degree of mischief that paired with curiosity had her lingering in place, eying the marks on the man's torso with perhaps more interest than was strictly polite.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It works, the water maneuvering toward him like it’s only taken half a thought in order to do so. In another world, he might appear to display all the signs of Poseidon – the way the water melds and morphs to his thoughts and guiding hand, one that has a rapt focus on the mer woman as she approaches.
As she wraps her tentacles around him in a sort of barrier, Sunjata’s own tendrils of water start to encircle her in return, an almost tangible type of rope spinning through the water as his steel gaze meets her blues, lifting a scarred brow in the face of her accusations. Pretty sure you started it. Sunjata rumbles casually, indifferent to whether or not the mer thinks he’s cheated.
He's literally The Flood.
I’m just finishing it. Comes the follow up, Sunjata leaning in ever so slightly toward her face as if in challenge.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
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.
Kiss a lover, dance a measure Find your name, and buried treasure
"Already? Awh, don't be boring, it was just getting interesting." She pouted and stared back at the man even as he leaned in closer. If this was a game of chicken to see who would flinch first then she was in. While she may have lost the game of tag, it had never been her forté and never a source of pride.
But wordgames and dares? The gleam of wicked delight in her eyes was unmistakeable, and she took great care to remain still in her cage of torrents. Still trying to puzzle out who or what this peculiar individual could be.
Just to see what he would do if she stopped running.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Believe it or not, I do have better things to do with my day. He offers with little care for whatever kind of game the mer wants to play. She’d started it and she could pout all she wanted as he keeps his magic at his fingertips as if in preparation. And yet, it seems to be that she is waiting for what he would do.
And he really could do a number of things, yet Sunjata’s jaw works, peering back at the mer as if deciding, a lightning scarred hand flicking slightly so that the tangible water magic might grapple her, aiming to tug her back toward the coral reef to pin her and every one of those tentacles to the under water rock while Sunjata follows like the water was simply made for him.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
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.
03-20-2024, 03:06 AM (This post was last modified: 03-20-2024, 03:15 AM by Nysadeia.)
Kiss a lover, dance a measure Find your name, and buried treasure
Water pressed against her, currents bending to press her backwards. Siren eyes narrowed with the prickly surface of the reef digging into her back, not sure she was liking where this was going.
"Do you now... And yet here you are, wasting your time on little old me... What gives, hm? Did I hurt you?"
Sticking her lower lip out in a mockery of remorse, her lashes fluttered with exaggerated innocence about as genuine as fool's gold. Nysa did test the strength of the tide against her tentacles, mood darkening even further at the dawning realization that she might be outclassed.
Against a fucking mouth breather! It was outrageous.
i was raised as a scorpion being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Hurt? Gods no. There’s a laugh that rumbles through the attuned bond that matches the amusement that scrunches up on the Flood’s face as he uses his magic to press the Mer back toward the rocky reef, his head tilting slightly as he peers at her. Soon enough he’ll need to go up for air, but for the moment he simply watches her mockery in full display, quite visibly rolling his eyes when he starts to move.
The orca tail cuts through the surface of the water as he pulls his magic and himself away with a Maybe next time pick on someone your own size. He calls down to her, returning to the surface to capture a few mouthfuls of air, hands reaching up for the dock to haul himself back up onto it.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah, am i a villain or a saint?
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.
