Perhaps the closest equivalent of Caido’s golden retriever energy, Zavien has been the light in an otherwise patch of darkness. Always putting others first, working hard at being a Dragoon and helping Stormbreak thrive in kindness, and always being optimistic, Zavien’s outlook is refreshing and wonderful even with drama and terrible things occurring around him. He always has something helpful to say and a willingness to lend a hand that makes it so fun to keep up with him and we can’t wait to see what else comes his way.
Congratulations, Zavien!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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After spending the afternoon with Lena and basking in the sunlight, Zavien was ready to get home to Stormbreak. Sadly, the next skyship didn't leave for at least an hour. Hence, he was stranded in Torchline with nothing to do. As tempted as he was to find a clearing and swing his sword, his parched tongue wouldn't allow it and the sign outside advertising 'cold drinks' was enough to draw him in.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the bar setting, having had plenty of post-training alcohol in Stormbreak, so he settled into a stool at the counter, raising a finger to wave down the bartender. "One ale, please" Without another word, the drink appeared before him, the cold beverage already condensing droplets on the glass's exterior. Zavien took a sip, nursing the drink like a scorching coffee that needed to cool. If he was going to be here for some time, he might as well make it last.
Now that his goal had been obtained, he took a moment to observe his surroundings. The perpetually dusk lighting casted a fiery orange hue on everything, illuminating the early drinkers waiting for their buddies to get off work. It wasn't crowded, but pleasantly populated enough to keep him entertained by their boisterous conversations and clinking of tankards. A card game had already started at one table and Zavien peaked his head a little higher to see the pot growing along with their tempers. At this rate, they may break out in a fight before the night begins. Taking another sip of his ale, he sighed under his breath, "Gods help us." It was too early for this, but he still smiled at the simplicity. It was good to know that some things never changed no matter where you traveled.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
Just because Remi no longer lived at the base of the upside-down waterfall, Flora had told him, did not mean he could stop making the gin he'd provided for her when he had. So it was that the Bastion shouldered open the door of the Hanged Man with a crate of gin in his hands and a rather bemused smile on his lips as he glanced around for the tavern's proprietor (who just so happened to be his daughter). Not seeing her, Remi shrugged to himself before making his way over to the bar. Just as he'd set the crate down, Remi felt an elbow in his back followed by the shove of one body against another. Apparently, the warring card players had moved their grievances from the table and were now in the beginning stages of letting their fists decide what the cards could not.
The crate shifted across the bar, spilling Zavien 's drink in the process and breaking at least two bottles of gin with a muffled crunch of glass. Straightening, the Bastion whirled around. Now, Remi was not the tallest of men, and while he no longer held the title of strongest demigod, in comparison to the cardplayers he might as well have been a marble statue come to life. With a tilt of his head and a slight feathering of his jaw, Remi had to do little more than set his green stare upon the men in order to send them scurrying back to their table muttering apologies.
Exhaling, Remi ruffled a hand through his curls before turning back toward the bar, only just then noticing Zavien's spilled drink and his broken bottles. "Ahh—apologies." Clucking his disapproval under his breath, Remi offers the other man an apologetic smile. "I will pour you another—what were you drinking?"
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Just as he'd feared, the shoving began with thrown accusations and promises of escalating violence. Zavien set his tankard down, getting ready to break up the budding fight. A worker - based on the crate - walked in, momentarily stealing his attention. Then, in a jumble of activity, the drink before him was being toppled over along with a few bottles of gin, disrupting the laid-back dusk atmosphere. He grimaced at the breaking glass that proceeded to scatter across the floor. Zavien could tell that this was only the beginning. However, before he could shout for a halt in their activities, the men were shuffling back to the table their tails between their legs. He hadn't noticed anything other than a glance from the worker and Zavien was immediately curious about what kind of power this seemingly ordinary looking man possessed to send them scurrying so quickly.
Picking up the remnants of his drink, he set it upright. With a smile and an unconcerned wave of his hand, he said, "Oh. It's fine. Just an ale." He then turned to the shattered glass, careful to avoid the sharp edges as he helped gather them. As he did so, he glanced back at the card table. The men carefully placed each bet, eyes watching the bar cautiously as if speaking at more than a whisper or moving too quickly might attract further wrath. Zavien chuckled lightly at the sight and nodded his respect to the new bartender. "You had quite the effect. Do people always react that way?"
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
"I can do that." Remi agreed with a crooked smile as he made his way around the back of the bar and grabbed a new glass. If any of the actual staff noticed or minded what the Bastion was doing, they gave no notice. "Things always get a bit rowdier the closer to LongNight it is." He explains a touch apologetically before setting the beer before Zavien and taking over the dragoon's efforts to clear up the glass. "Flora is not going to be happy about this." Remi chuckles under his breath; indeed the Hanged Man's proprietor would absolutely find some way of blaming the Bastion for the light delivery, not that he minded, of course.
"Mmm?" Were it not for the few silver scars that sliced across Remi's throat and up his forearms, he looked entirely unthreatening as he stood behind the bar in a faded chambray shirt with a rather boyish smile on his lips. "Ah, well." Glancing down, Remi raises his eyebrows thoughtfully as he takes a breath. "Unfortunately, yes. More than I would like." He admits before lifting his sea glass stare and smiling. "But I suppose it has its uses."
Holding out his hand over the counter, he introduced himself. "Remi Taliesin."
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
From the corner of the room a massive wine-spider scurries. Running toward you, it tries its best to crawl up your leg, hovering against you for warmth. Clearly something has startled it. Poor thing.
This is not a RE nor a rare creature. It cannot be used for levelling.
Wine Spider: These friendly arachnids can grow up to the size of a small housecat. With fuzzy bodies and spindly legs, they are often found lurking around wine racks or kegs of beer. They are almost always drunk, hiccuping and stumbling about. It is said that finding a baby wine spider in your drink is a lucky omen!
He accepted the new beer with an appreciative nod, then finished clearing the glass pieces before settling back onto his barstool. Another look at the card table showed a settling of tensions, if not more frequent grumbles. He shook his head in disapproval. Everyone had to deal with LongNight, they shouldn't be causing trouble just because they were nervous about the approaching darkness. "That's not an excuse for their actions." Not that Zavien wanted them disciplined, but he didn't agree with inconveniencing others with your inability to hold your liquor or your money. Taking a sip of the ale, he pitied the punishment and blame the bartender might receive after their actions. "Well, if you need backup, I can attest to your innocence." He raised his glass to support the offer.
As the man introduced himself, he just let out a knowing, "Aaaah." With the name, Zavien understood a little better. Remi was one of the strongest demigods in the realm. That's when a memory floated back of seeing him on these same beaches just a few months ago. Smiling, he reached out his own hand. "Zavien Alexander. Pleasure to meet you up close. I actually saw you at the last tournament. You and your husband were really impressive taking on Deimos, twice. I thought you guys would get him for sure!" The battles had been very educational and Zavien had increased his training tremendously since then, even if he still wouldn't stand a chance against any of the participants.
A flash of something crawled across his pantleg, causing him to look around in curiosity. With a small smile, he noticed the stumbling wine spider climbing his body, tucking into his abdomen for warmth. He wasn't bothered by the little creature, so he let it snuggle closer while he took another sip of his new drink.
Now that he knew who the man was, Zavien had a blossoming curiosity as to why Remi, demigod of Mort, would be helping serve him a drink. Tilting his head, he asked, "Do you often work behind the bar?" The workers didn't seem bothered or even surprised by his presence.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
Sunlit Shadows (mastered) | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Recall | Can recall 1, or 2, or 3 of her feathers to her hand, within a range of 30ft. Recalled daggers do 1/2 damage when recalled.
Rescue (Mastered) | Remi can bring a fellow Old God demigod to his side in a time of crisis for three concurrent posts. One use per thread. If the summoned demigod also has mastered this ability, they can remain until the end of the thread.
