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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Eating fire is your ambition to swallow the flame down
The cannon predicament of who could touch what was fair, and she listened, head tilting at each suggestion. The numbers game was fair and balanced consideration, no surprise coming from Isla. Though, she had to admit, based on Lyra’s suggestion, it wouldn’t take much for Melita, or any of her ilk, to consider utilizing cannons for ‘illicit activities’. While certainly not aiming it at Torchline, the Honeybee simply liked the fire power and weaponry aspects.
“Two sounds fine to me,” she granted in accord; pondering over the ample and rampant possibilities of needing those individuals – they’d all seen quite a lot.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein to be the sun
karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Flora listens as the responses ripple outward through the garden, the sound of agreement moving through the crowd in a low, easy murmur. Her gaze drifts between them as they speak, from Lyra’s thoughtful certainty to Melita’s ready acceptance, though it lingers a moment longer on Isla and Remi, where the Bastion now stands cradling the impossibly small bundle of Isla's baby against his chest. The sight tugs a quick, crooked grin from Flora before she tips her head slightly toward Isla.
"Wellllll,' she says lightly, voice carrying just enough to reach them both, "who needs magic numbers when Torchline’s already got a kraken?" Her brows bounce once in Remi’s direction, before she straightens again, turning her attention back to the gathered Torchers.
"Alright," she announces, clapping her hands together once with a sharp, satisfied sound that gathers the room again. "That settles it." Her grin widens, bright and certain."The cannon will go on the docks, placed at the start of the port so anything sailing in knows exactly what they’re sailing into." Her fingers lift briefly as she ticks off the last point. "And it’ll require two Torchers to operate it." Her shoulders lift in a small, pleased shrug.
