What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Fortunately, Amun was pleased with their work. That he would leave building a kiln to those who made a living building such structures was an intelligent one. Delphia wasn’t exactly well coordinated – thanks to spirits who liked to shove her about – so she would probably do more harm than good with something like that. Pale eyes watched as he made a sign for outside of his shop, denoting it as a place where pottery was thrown. ”I am glad to have been of assistance, and I wish you well with your business venture.” she said softly, before taking her leave.
The Ascended waved cheerfully at the daughter of Mort as she left. ”Thanks again, Smokey.” Then there were two. Grinning brilliantly at Oliver, Amun winked. ”Thanks for the offer, Blondie.” He turned to look at the shop. ”If you don’t mind, though, I think I’d rather do the rest on my own."
Glancing over at the other man, the potter smiled. "An artist has to get used to his tools, after all." There was a pretty wicked amount of heat in that statement and a mischievous glint in the Ascended's eyes. With that, he would gently, but firmly, try to usher Oliver out of the door. If he was successful in his efforts, he'd take stock of what else he needed, before going to find someone who could help him with his kiln problem.
