Character Castle 2.0
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“For the same reason you saved me from the dragon.” she didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until everyone looked at her. Then she shrugged. She couldn’t un-say it, and it was true anyway.
haha… did you just compare him to a damsel in distress? haha. I wonder how he’ll feel about that.
they also don’t like adjectives or tropes, and I find them both immensely pleasing. (in moderation)
I completely agree! So many people try to capture success, and it just can’t be done. All of our society seems obsessed with it. No tropes because tropes are typically over done. But they are overdone because they work and are well liked and enjoyable. Adjectives are overdone so don’t use them, but adjectives are so overdone because they are so helpful. Ad nauseam. Unfortunately, they do the same thing to my profession – teaching. They try to box up what works for some teachers and mass produce it for everyone else, then education departments get their hands on it and try to force entire districts to follow the box exactly and… yeah, I can rant for hours about it… so I’ll stop there.
Ku’Aya
Too slow. The gas was already seeping into the hall.
They weren’t moving fast enough.
“Yo, big man, mind giving a hand?”
The guy was almost as tall as a loxor, and it looked like he wore a dozen layers of clothes and armor. Just one layer of his armor looked like it would outweigh me.
He stepped up and helped carry Abirami up the stairs.
I raced forward, hoping beyond hope that the gas wouldn’t reach up to the top floor. I already had my flies racing through the second floor, searching for dangers, traps, or the next flight up stairs up.
Near the top of the flight of stairs, one of my spies flew up to a sconce. Something strange about it. The wall underneath it had streak marks. The fly flew under the sconce and up inside a crack. The vision in my left eye darkened as I tried to see what the fly visualized, while trying to keep my balance while climbing.
“Oh.” Was it a trap? Would hinder us or help us?
I quickened the pace.
Just as I reached the last loop of stairs, a scream rang out. I leaned over the banister to look down below. Two people were near the bottom of the stairs, the gas was filling the room and had almost engulfed them.
A bright light flashed, and the cloud halted. Then, the two moved up the stairs with inhuman speed. The light, coming from a girl a little further up the stairs, blinked out, and the gas assumed its upward path.
No.
My ants could carry her, if I sent enough of them, but they could neither reach her in time nor could I assume they would be able to withstand whatever that gas was. Instinctually, I sent my ants anyway. Abirami would be furious with me if I didn’t at least try, even if it was futile.
The lever. It was the only real option I had left. But my spies hadn’t figured out where the trap led to yet. No telling if it would help us or hurt us. What if it collapsed the stairwell? We’d all be dead. But what if it didn’t? All I knew was it led down toward the bottom of the stairs.
No time for hesitation. Life was cruel. There was no second chances in situations like this, so might as well live without regrets.
I ran up and grabbed the sconce. “Welp, the greatest only as strong as the weakest. Sure hope you’re right, Ami.”
I pulled the lever.
A gear crunched, and a whoosh sounded. I ran to the banister. The gas covered the lower end of the stairs, and I couldn’t see the girl. Then the cloud quivered, then began dipping down in the middle, toward the back entrance. Like a funnel, the cloud receded toward the center and down toward the floor.
The girl’s prone frame lay on the stairs as the gas slowly receded down.
The gas was still flowing into the room, however, now I could faintly see a trap door had opened up at the foot of the stairs, and the gas was falling into it.
I sighed in relief. Perhaps I did have some of Abirami’s dumb luck, after all.
My ants reached the girl soon after and began lifting her body. Like a sea of moving water, the girl looked like she was floating up the stairs.
The two who had sped up the stairs at tremendous speed stopped just behind me and breathed heavily. They both sounded like old foggies on their deathbed.
“Who knows how much gas was released,” I said. “Gotta keep moving ’til we’re sure we’re safe.”
As I turned, I saw one of them nodding, her hair clinging to her hair with sweat. Her skin looked unnaturally pale.
I sighed and walked into the next room. It was empty, so I walked up and sat in the middle of it.
“Come,” I ordered as I reached into my pack and pulled out the artifact.
The guy looked to the rich girl, but she was staring at the artifact. Couldn’t tell if it was a look of horror, dread, or disgust.
I placed the artifact down in front of me and glared at them. “You wanna die? Come here!”
The guy hesitated, but moved forward, trying to pull the girl with him as he went.
“Doesn’t that thing transfer pain to another person, or something?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said bluntly. “Or something. And my insects don’t feel pain, so get your butt over here.”
Not knowing what poison was in the gas, I chose a millipede for my first option. The millipedes held potent acid within them, so it was worth a shot. I didn’t want my bugs to die, if I could help it. But an insects life was much shorter than a person’s. The trade was highly worth it. Though, I couldn’t help but admit it: I got along much better with my insects than most people.
“Place your hand here,” I told hunk blondie. He had reached me first, so no use wasting time. He smelled of salt, and I wasn’t loathed to think I liked the scent.
He did as I asked, and I placed the tip of the other gem stone to my palm, which held the millipede in its center.
The relief was nearly instantaneous on blondies face. After the gems clicked back into place, I turned my palm out, and the millipede fell to the ground, dead.
It had died the moment the transfer had started. So much for that. Nice thing about the artifact, even if the transfer overwhelms the host, it doesn’t stop until the entire transfer is complete. Life for a life. No need for many sacrifices.
I repeated the process for rich girl, this time with a roach. It died, but the princess was saved.
Instead of gratitude, which I wasn’t really looking for anyway – send that useless stuff Ami’s way – she looked at me with a puzzled look in her face and asked, “If you can use bugs to transfer the pain, why’d Abirami-”
I could guess what her question was, and the answer irked me as much as her question did. “‘Cause he’s stupid.”
She seemed taken aback by my answer.
The loxor-sized walking suit of armor and the womanizer walked in, dragging Abirami up between the two of them.
The princess girl looked back at Abirami, then back at me, tilting her head to the side.
I sighed. “He’d probably say something about taking responsibility and doing what’s right, or some nonsense like that.”
“But can’t you take his pain away now?”
I shook my head. “The artifact has genetic memory, or something like that. Don’t know what it means, but every time a person is drained of pain, it becomes less effective for that person. Makes no sense to me, but all I know is it stops working after about five times.”
She tilted her head the other way, glancing back at Abirami.
“You can still take other people’s pain as many times as you want, you just can’t have your pain taken away more than that.”
Rich girl shook her head.
Yeah. I felt the same. Whoever made the stupid artifact made really stupid rules for it.
The last person to filter into the room was the girl, riding on the back of my army of ants.
I smiled. It always looked so funny, seeing some massive object slide seamlessly over the floor, seemingly from nothing. Sometimes I imagined I was moving them with my mind, instead of with my ants. Always made me chuckle. Of course, that was impossible.
After taking her pain, she woke up and seemed confused about where she was. She repeated a few names I’d never heard before. Poor girl looked like she was in shock, or dazed, or perhaps just drowsy, like she’d just woken up in a strange place. Well, I guess she had.
I stood and hollered out to the group.
“Okay. Let’s move. Who knows how long that trap door will keep the gases at bay.”
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
“Womanizer”
HA! That’s the best one yet😂 Ku’Aya has certainly taken a disliking to Lorcan. So far her descriptions of him have made me laugh pretty hard🤣 I am loving this!! So so funny 😆
@everyone
Hey y’all,
Through a series of less-than-ideal events, life has taken a turn for the chaotic and I can’t keep up with the Castle rn. Don’t worry, there are no outright disasters and it’ll hopefully work out in a week or two, but I won’t be as active. Sorry, just keep going 🙂
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
…I’ve got a massive final battle (10 pages + so far and only about half way through the battle) im writing for my WIP… may be a bit before I post again here too… hope my chase up the stairs didn’t kill the story…
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
@rose-colored-fancy praying for you!
@jared-williams no, it wasn’t you. This castle dies periodically. After a while someone resuscitates it and we have a mad frenzy of posting until the next hiatus. 🙂Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comGood Friday: Happy Easter castle version 2.0. =)
(there are legends in my world of Kaphar that our world came from another – from a bet/challenge (wrong word, but, think Job…) between the Maker (God) and the evil one. So even though it is a fantasy world, there are legends of this original world, called Maaterra (or literal translated as mother earth) and of the Maker’s son (Son of God) who died to save the people from their sins.)
Abirami
We were moving. I opened my eyes. Two men were dragging me along. One was the one I healed, the other the large armored man who had let me pass.
Ku was leading us, and there was a good number of people. Some I didn’t recognize.
A shiver started from my navel and traveled up my chest, followed by a twinge of pain. Where was my garb? Had anyone picked it up? Where were we, and why were we on the move? Had something happened?
I stood shakily to my feet and pulled my arms from the two men. They looked at me out of concern, the big man holding a hand out to make sure I didn’t fall, but they didn’t say anything as I walked forward, coughing to clear my hoarse throat.
“Ku.”
She stopped and turned.
I looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. Were we still in the castle?
Ku’Aya pulled my garb from her pack and wrapped it around my shoulders. “You good to walk? We have to keep moving.”
“What happened?” My voice was raspy and the pain in my chest was still a bit overwhelming, but I pushed through it. The wound was scabbed over, and I was confident it would heal up completely in a few days.
“Poison gas. We fled to the second floor. I’m searching for a means to go higher now. Haven’t found any yet.”
I peered at Ku. She wasn’t acting like herself. Had she really led all these people up here?
She caught me staring. “What?” She turned away, the tips of her ears turning red.
“You really led all these people?”
She tucked her chin in, trying to avoid eye contact. “So.”
I grinned at her. She was growing up. “Someone had to.” She elbowed me in the gut, the pain expounding as it reverberating through my chest.
I grunted, one hand to my stomach, the other to my chest.
“Who else could make up for your stupidness.”
“He was injure-‘
“You know I could have done it painlessly.”
“But-”
“Yeah, yeah,” she interrupted. “Save it. Your brand of stupid is contagious, and I don’t want to catch it.”
Ku opened a door and led us through it to a long hallway.
“So, where are we going?” I asked.
“Away from the stairs,” she said. “Don’t know if there’s a third floor, but if there is, I haven’t found it yet.”
The walls had intricate paintings of landscapes and scenery – some of which had things I’d never seen before. One world had two suns, another was a picture of a cave with man-like creatures I had never seen before.
The pictures were placed in intricate, golden frames, and some of them were so intricate, that their designs were, in fact, three-dimensional.
One frame had the faces of wolves carved into the corners, their snouts sticking out, with teeth flaring with such realism, I could see the wetness of the tongue and the shine of their teeth.
I reached out to touch one, when Ku struck my hand with her staff.
“Don’t-” she cried, then relaxed as she saw she had successfully stopped me from touching it. “Not unless you want to plummet to your death. That lever is a trap.”
I looked at the wolf’s head. A lever? With a shrug, I moved on.
Ku turned and opened the second to last door on the right.
I followed her in, the rest filing behind us, when I about ran into her.
She had stopped just a few feet into the door, her mouth wide open, and she stared straight ahead.
We were in a small room with no exit, and in front of us was a large throne with a man sitting in it and a large hare resting beside him.
While a giant hare would normally have been the astounding creature in the room, my eyes couldn’t stop gravitating toward the man. Something about him was different. Regal, ascendant, captivating… I couldn’t put my finger on it. He was petting the rabbit, a thin smile on his face. His deep, tan skin was unblemished, but he wore a crown of thorns upon his head. How very strange. Yet, he seemed unharmed by it.
As the last person entered the room, the door closed behind us, and the man raised a hand.
I gasped. There was a hole through the middle of his hand.
“Rest easy, my children,” the man said, his voice as soft and smooth as mothers. Something about it made me trust this man. I couldn’t help but relax, the tensions in my muscles melting away.
“You have faced much death and hardship in this castle, and I imagine, much confusion. Although I cannot give you the answers to the riddle that is this castle, I have come to grant you a gift.”
“A gift?”
“Who are you?”
“What do you mean the castle is a riddle?”
The people behind me all began to speak at the same time, but I was too enthralled by this person before me. He looked like the Maker’s son. He even had the marks on his hands and feet. Could this be the one that was spoken of in the ancient legends of Maaterra?
“It is not my place to save you from this castle, nor is it the right time to reveal why you are here,” he said. “However, in celebration of salvation’s sacrifice, I have been granted to opportunity to come and grant each of you one wish.”
“What’s the catch?” asked one of the men behind me.
The man smiled. “The catch is, this castle has some strange rules to it, so I cannot just gift you a wish without you first proving your worth for it.”
“So we have to earn it,” said someone else.
“No, you cannot earn it,” he said. “It’s a gift, but you need to prove your commitment to the castle before I am allow to gift it to you.”
“Okay,” I said. “How do we do that?”
“The castle has already set up the event,” said the man. “Around this room, there are hidden small eggs. Crack them open, and inside you will find a riddle. Answer the riddle, and I shall grant you one wish.”
“What?” the group’s confusion rose in the room as everyone tried to talk at once.
“My friends,” said the man, quieting them in an instant, “if you look closely, you shall see that this room is not all that it seems. Now, one last thing, you are only allowed one wish each, so I suggest you each find one egg, and leave the rest for your fellow travelers. I wish you luck.”
The people behind me immediately began arguing. Some didn’t trust the game, while others debated over the identity of the man. Some argued about whether the game was legitimate, while others whine about how we were supposed to search an empty room for hidden eggs.
Suddenly tired, I sat down. I could find contentment in just sitting here, gazing into the face of the Maker’s son. For who else could it be? I had so many questions for him, but something told me that now was not the right time.
A bump in the floor under my hand caused some discomfort, so I moved my hand. While I did, I felt something move. Looking down, I was surprised to find a small handle, like a drawer. I pulled the handle down, and a small section of the floor slid down, revealing a hidden compartment just large enough for an egg to fit in.
I picked the egg up. It was incredible. It had a golden glow, with purple grooves swirled all around it in a dazzlingly intricate design.
Ku squealed, “You found one!”
The others rallied around me.
“What exactly is it.”
“Open it.”
“Ooh, it’s so pretty!”
I slowly stood up and approached the throne, kneeling before it. “Is it really alright, sir, to break this?”
“Abirami,” the man smiled. “Your heart, as ever, is true and honest. You have my permission to break it. The riddle lies beneath.”
Bowing my head, I then crushed the egg upon the ground. A slip of silver paper lay within the ruins of the egg, and I gingerly picked it up and examined it.
One the back side, it said this:
I speed you up, when you have no time, a thrush in a bush makes no rhyme. I cause mistakes when I’m by your side, but I push you back behind the line. What am I?
After reading it aloud, everyone fell silent, thinking of the hints.
The second part of the first line was the first thing that caught my attention. A thrush in a bush makes no rhyme. Perhaps the answer rhymed with thrush, or bush? What rhymed with bush? Sush, tush, cush… not sure that’s a word, really… whoosh. No, none of those are helpful at all.
What rhymed with thrush? Crush, rush, hush,
Oh, rush. When you are in a rush, you’re in a hurry. That matched the first part, and people tended to make mistakes when they are in a rush. But then, what about the last line? That didn’t really make sense. How does a rush push back, and what’s this about a line?
After telling the group my idea, the big man cried out.
“Oh, it’s football,” he said.
“What’s football?” I asked.
“It’s a sport. A game,” he said. “If you rush the quarterback, you can tackle him behind the line of scrimmage. It pushes the entire opposing team back for the next play. It’s called a QB rush.
“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Nothing he had just said made any sense to me, but if that last part made sense to him, then I guess I had my answer.
I turned to the Maker’s son. “The answer to this riddle is rush.”
The man smiled at me, and I felt so content with that, I never wanted to move. “That is correct,” he said. “What is it you wish for?”
I looked down. What should I ask for? I could ask for the reason I came here, directions to a Tannink’esh. But what about all these people here? Would that not be a really selfish wish? I could always find a Tannink’esh on my own. Would that not be a waste of an amazing opportunity of a wish from the Maker’s son? What about protection? The man said the castle was dangerous, and we’d seen as much from it. Surely the Maker’s son could provide us with incredible protection, could he not?
“Be careful how you phrase and ask your wish, young Abirami, for the wish shall only be in accordance to how your wish is worded.”
Oh, so asking for protection is too broad. Protection from what, for how long, and to what degree… If I just asked for protection, it could be interpreted as anything. It could be we are protected from sunburns, and that would suffice to be a granting of my wish. I needed to be specific.
“If possible, sir, would you grant each of us an elixir that will fully heal us, even from the brink of death.”
The man smiled. “You wished one for each of you, although you are strangers?”
I bowed my head. “Yes, I do, sir.”
“Your heart is your strength, Abirami, and your love and trust in the goodness of others and for that which is right shall bless you with dividends. It is a hard and difficult path you have chosen for yourself, but stay true, and your hardships shall produce diamonds along the path for you to walk on. Your wish is granted.”
A vial of crystallized, golden liquid appeared at the feet of each of us in the room. Gasps and aw’s echoed around as each person stooped down and picked up their vial.
Soon after, a voice called out, I found one! The others crowded around the person, so I could not tell who it was. The riddle was read aloud.
“The more of me, the higher I go. The higher you go, the less of me you see. About everything moves by me, and never can I be slow.”
(good luck with the riddle. =) and just like the first riddle, you unfortunately won’t be able to look it up on google… I created it =) don’t worry, I’ve checked with many professors and teachers. It is an accurate and valid riddle that only has one valid answer… hint: has to do with science, and it is not tangible. Feel free to message me your guesses… and then make a riddle for the next person. =) doesn’t have to be long… have fun!!! and HAVE A BLESSED GOOD FRIDAY AND A HAPPY EASTER – – – – THE LORD IS RISEN!
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
Oops. forgot
@everyone
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
Thanks, Emily, I really appreciate it! <3 Everything is slowly sorting itself out but I have still dramatically overcommitted, so it might be a while until I can be active here again. I’m still reading along though!
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
@rose-colored-fancy that’s okay! Just take your time. I’m in the process of over-committing, myself…
@Jared-williams Happy Easter! I hope you had a great one. This post looks like so much fun and awesome! I’m afraid I don’t have time to read it now, but I will try when I’m back online in a few days.Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.com(thumbs up) easter may be over, but don’t worry, the castle event doesn’t have a time limit on it. we can still have lots of fun with it for months to come. =)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
I’M BAAACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO INTRODUCE ME TO THE NEW PEOPLE!!!
And the new characters.
And what’s happened since I disappeared for a month and a half.
And is Niarok still welcome?
I’ll also be throwing my iconic villain Mori in because he’s been screaming at me. XD
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
Hi! I’m Jared, currently writing a fantasy romance novel. However, my characters come from a YA fantasy series I’m working on (which the fantasy romance is a prequel to).
I don’t play by the normal fantasy magic/race tropes but come up with all original magic systems (called essence) and races (about 12 different original races, so far…). You can check them out here if you’d like. https://worldofkaphar.weebly.com
Abirami is an aygiff (shape shifts into animals). Orphaned six years ago, he has built a family for himself made up of orphans from other races and is fighting an evil emperor in an attempt to protect those he loves and cares about. He seeks power to protect others and doesn’t know the definition of limitations (which puts him in a bind more than once – and he easily jumps at opportunities that lead him to sacrifice himself for the sake of those he cares about). He’s 18, has scraggly hair and heterochromia – one eye is cobalt blue, the other emerald green. He wears a robe, so he can shed his clothes to transform into animals in a moments notice, but don’t worry, he has magically imbued “boxers” called a gaaban that stretches with his transformations, so he’s not naked when he transforms back into a person (though the gaaban doesn’t work if the transformation is too big (like an elephant) or too small, (like a mouse)). There’s more, like mythical creatures, etc… but that’s the gist of the short version. =)
Ku’Aya is a aelacrin, a short race with green skin, mohawks, half-blossomed tulip-like ears, and the ability to control insects and arachnids. Their race is typically ostracized and shunned as social undesirables, but Abirami has adopted Ku’Aya (Ku for short) into his family. Ku adores and looks up to Abirami, but she also grew up alone in the slums, and doesn’t know how to show her emotions. She’s cynical of others and has a strong survival instinct.
I’m pretty knew to the castle myself; however, just before I came into the story, the people in the castle defeated a dragon… My characters show up and mistook the people there for spies for the emperor and went on the attack. A time-bender stops Abirami and convinces him they aren’t enemies. Abirami then uses a magical artifact from his world to heal (take on the wounds) of those he had hurt in the short battle. Ku sent out her insects to get the lay of the castle and accidentally trips a trap that releases poisoned gas across the first floor of the castle. Ku led everyone up to the second floor. There, they entered a room where a man that looks like the Son of God offers each of them a wish if they can find an Easter egg and answer the riddle within.
Abirami answers the first riddle and asks that each person in the castle to obtain an elixir that will heal them to full health, even from the brink of death. And his wish is granted. Someone else finds an egg (left it open for whomever) and the last post ends with that riddle… for anyone who wishes to continue it… (if no one is interested though, I can give the answer out…) but the castle has slowed down some… =( I figured an easter event would be fun… and I know many are just busy… so either way, if we want to move to something else, we can… or if we want to do the event… =) things could get interesting… 😉
Oh, and I don’t know your characters, but yeah, they are welcome!
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
WELCOME BACK! And YES, throw Niarok back in. The new characters are:
@emma-walker ‘s Isella who is a compassionate and brave princess and has a connection to time. She is sometimes able to control time itself, but it exhausts her. I believe she’s twenty-ish (emily-waldorf ?)I pulled Khalon out and dropped Enydd in. She’s learned to be bold and sure of her worth (if that makes sense), and she also has a habit of looking at a situation and finding something funny.
@jared-william ‘s has already introduced his characters to you
@rose-colored-fancy pulled Liorah and Aydin out and put Mejt (May-eet) and her older brother, Halmar (did I get his name right?) They’re both around twenty.I’m just throwing out an answer, but is it helium? (I have no idea if it matches all the requirements 😬) Also, I’ll try to post Enydd soon.
WELCOME TO THE CASTLE!!!! I disappeared a month and a half before Easter XD (Lent fast) but I’m glad to see more people have joined!!! Also your characters sound really cool and I greatly appreciate people who throw away the typical fantasy tropes (not that I can say the same for myself…XD) Excited to get to know your characters!!!
YAY THANKS FOR THE INFO!!! I’m going to throw Niarok back in.
UPDATE FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WERE AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DRAGON FIGHT: Yila is not dead cuz that’s not canon but she’s stuck in this thing called the Bitterworld from her and Niarok’s world and Niarok is a little bit older than he was (23) with a bit more stress than before. Hopefully he hasn’t changed too much though…
And here’s Mori’s profile!
Age: 19
Appearance: 6’1, shoulder-length blonde hair, light dusting of facial hair, bright gold eyes, athletic
Race: Elf
Power: Telepathy, ability to communicate with animals *fyi the telepathy in my world works differently than typical telepathy – those with the power can send messages and thoughts and stronger telepaths can catch stray thoughts but they can’t invade anyone’s mind.
MAJOR WARNING: Mori is a villain. Like a serious villain. He’s also full of random contradictions that make no sense and has a terrible habit of making wry comments about the weather. Cross him at your own risk (I’m looking at you, Liorah. I know you’re not even in the castle anymore but I’m still looking at you. 😂)And for @jared-william ‘s benefit, here’s Niarok’s profile again…
Age: 23
Appearence: 6’4, broad-shouldered, extremely muscular, black shoulder-length hair that he usually wears half up, half down, piercing dark blue eyes
Race: human but with a twist (at the moment)
Power: Discernment (he can literally tell what people are feeling and thinking just by looking at them. He’s not creepy about it though)
Other info: Niarok used to be an assassin from the time he was born until age 18 when his father, himself, and his sister escaped. His father was then assassinated, Yila (his sister) sank into a pit of despair before later getting sucked into the Bitterworld (which I will not try to explain now), and Niarok became a healer. He’s very skilled with herbs and healing, he’s basically prepared for anything, is one of the strongest people in his world (benefits of being an assassin…), and he’s been the dad of the Castle group for… well… until I disappeared for Lent. @rose-colored-fancy will testify. 🤣Aannnnddd since I’ve been gone for so long, I’m going to wait for y’all to figure out what you’re doing next before I start dropping characters!
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
Another guess: is it heat?
has a terrible habit of making wry comments about the weather.
That is such a random quirk! I LOVE it!
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