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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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With the chill setting into their bones, the group of Halovians that helped Noah gather wood moved with fierce determination. They called out to each other and helped each other forward. They were able to stack about half of the wood Noah knew was in the shed, but he waved his arms to call them all over to him before they could continue to try and gather more. He could see in their faces how miserable they were. This wood was enough for them to get started and continue to survive. "Anyone who is too cold to continue on, please head to the Kraai to warm up?" He questioningly commanded. "Who has strength to pull with me?" A few men and women raised their hands, while the majority of the group headed for the warmth found deep in the heart of Snowcloak.
"Who can rig up a harness for me with this rope? I can take most of the weight, but I will need help, too?" Noah turned towards the ends of the rope and shifted, two legs becoming four and the hunter becoming a large, muscly reindeer. He snorted and two of the women came over to him, fastening the ropes in a make-shift harness around his body. The rest of them gathered at the base of the wood. A large man with a bellowing voice counted down from three, and the group heaved the hood. With Noah's strength as a reindeer, and the determination of those left in his group, he hoped they would make it back to Snowcloak and to warmth without further incident.
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Noah uses his reindeer shift and a few people from the group to pull the wood to Snowcloak!
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
