to stand out in the cold

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame As the season altered into another, and information came through from various incidents, the semblances and plans he’d sketched out from various machinations went into play. From trebuchets to cannons to potential for expanding on their healing water prowess, each played a part, and could be vital for the future. Above all, Deimos was set on ensuring Halo’s safety; and given the magnitude of their growing army, he had no misgivings on lending them some aid and further prowess for whatever laid ahead. So he pressed towards the Citadel’s shrine early in the morning, when the air was still crisp as Deepfrost fought to let Flowerbirth have its moment – another nuance he’d be keeping in the forefront of his mind. Regardless, his attention would be solely on his region and favored herald, permitting the extension of his fire incantations to ripple through and light any dwindling candles; beginning to bow his head as he laid out the offerings. The first were handled diligently and with meticulous care, placing the glassy, inlaid work of stained-glass windows with Safrin’s outline, the cosmos, and the stars, alongside the tabernacle. Then the rest came: bundled cloaks of midnight hues and delicately woven with constellations of silver thread, bracelets contorted and made with her inspiration. Thereafter, he loosened a breath, beginning to orchestrate the deep rumbles of his voice, and Halo’s impending request. “Safrin, I hope things are well for you. Would it be feasible for Halo to create guards made from our plentiful snow?” In case she wasn’t certain of what he meant, he unfurled a layer of watery droplets to cascade into formation and images; gargoyle-like figures placed upon Citadel walls or streamlined into the town or amidst their surroundings, capable of ensuring the shelter and sanctity of their kingdom. -- This is an RQ request for Halo to Safrin for abominable snowman guards. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace

every bait and switch was a work of art

Safrin arrives in a warm burst of starlight, the sudden radiance spilling through the Citadel shrine and setting every dwindling flame alight with a silver-gold glow. For a moment, her attention belongs entirely to the offerings arranged before her. Her gaze traces the stained glass bearing her likeness, the constellations threaded delicately across midnight cloth, and the bracelets shaped in her honour, while a warm and radiant smile curves across her lips.

"You know, it’s so easy to forget the days when I’d find you torn and darkened after LongNight," she murmurs fondly, turning at last to regard the Sword. There’s pride in the softness of her expression, made all the more meaningful for how rarely she offers it without condition or demand. "How far you’ve come," Safrin adds with another small smile, permitting the words to settle between them as both praise and acknowledgement of all Halo's warden has had to endure.

Her attention shifts to the figures shaped from water, watching as they take their places along Halo’s walls and throughout the Citadel. Safrin considers them only briefly before inclining her head. "I don’t see why not. You certainly have the snow for it," she agrees, the final words accompanied by a light, musical chuckle. 

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Halo has been given a Regional Quest!

Tasks. There is no time limit. There are currently 10 active Halovians. This means 5 unique characters have to participate. Characters can participate more than once. Deimos must participate in at least 2 threads.

1. A thread of at least 2 Halovians gathering materials for the snowgaurds, including eyes, noses, and appendages! (These can be sticks, buttons, carrots, etc)
2. A thread with a member of the Gilded Marketplace creating magical footwear so the snowmen can move
3. A PQ killing an ursur (must use stats/rolling). Must include at least 2 members of the Wild Watch
4. A PQ of 4 Halovians gathering memory snow and creating the snowmen guards using the materials from 1-3.

you're the one prize i'd cheat to win

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The warm burst inclined the depths of his smile, for then she was there, and with a long, low breath he waited for her to scrutinize the offerings. Arching his brow once she seemed satisfied and content, another low laugh managed its way through his lungs at her greeting. Most days after LongNights, at least from the Hollowed Grounds years, had been spent in mourning, contemplation, melancholy, and the swift upheaval. He hadn’t forgotten, after all – but sometimes time and space separated it enough that only the restlessness remained. “It is nice for a change,” he wrinkled his nose in response, bowing his head again towards her for all the grace, poise, and dignity she extended upon Halo. Power too, to alter and change and be willing to help them navigate through one more. “I prefer these days. And thank you.” How far they’d all come. With the acceptance of the proposal at large, he noted the tasks and necessities, the grin growing larger, more mischief laden and boyish, as the notions and schemes fell into place. “Perfect. Thank you again,” and hopefully they’d be seeing her sooner rather than later, with snowmen laden and ready to become part of the collective front. [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace