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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"Hear one positive and one negative accounts of the Voice, Safrin, Ludo, or Frey from 8 different characters who have met them personally:
? I would like to Skip with MP"
Memories sweet whispers are all that we'll have left
So fall into these arms tonight and share this one last breath
The pair followed Morgan and Neron, though they kept their own pace. This was something Noah did not want to miss. Not only was a cure being given -- if chosen -- to those that came, but the Voice was the one giving it. The hunter was currently so hungry for knowledge of the gods -- old and new -- that passing up the opportunity to see one in person was something he was not interested in. He needed to see her--it?--if the rumor of her appearance was true.
However, the attuned was still comfortable with the gifts he had been given by the old gods. Therefor, he strode into the Hollowed Grounds in his reindeer form.
Walking beside Delphine, with his impressive racked head held high, Noah watched as many people, from all regions of Caido, approached. Settling in at the back of the group, the reindeer moved his glacier eyes around to watch those approach her. He was full of curiosity as well as trepidation -- the ultimate question still thrumming in the bottom of his chest -- could they trust the Voice?
Delphine kept pace with Noah, one of her hands pressed to his back, fingers running through fur. His reindeer form was her favorite. She'd not visited the Hollowed Grounds since... running away to Halo, really. She avoided the place if she could, but that was the least of her worries right now.
The Voice was... something she knew very little about. The old gods, she read much about them. But the new gods...
There was much to learn, and she was here to watch, and hopefully learn. When they settled at the back of the group, she leaned against Noah as she watched people approach The Voice.
She didn't voice her question--can we trust her?--because who knew how this goddess would act if offended? Or how her followers might act if offended. It was an end to a disease, and she was thankful for that.
What's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?
