burns like a blue star

In between the streamline of preparations for other Starfall ventures, hot springs endeavors, and residual plotting, machinations, or training, Deimos had only persisted and continued to keep himself within the fold of industrious ventures. Never one to sit idle or revel in complacency, his mind had churned to how to ensure he might have better standings for later gardening purposes.

Given the struggles with the environment they’d wandered through, the potential proximity of many other elements, and the lack of using armor consistently, the Sword figured now would be a good time to enhance items he already had. Even if they weren’t applicable to Starfall’s quandaries and dilemmas, they still might hold a threshold for the future. He hadn’t been one to avoid calamities and disasters, after all; and Caido seemed to unfurl these often.

He'd been to the shrine recently, for Halo’s efforts, but for the present, he bowed his head once more for Safrin, extending his hand-crafted offerings. For this hour, they came in ornamental bracelets – chiseled in soft waves and metallic sheen, with painted cosmos beams across the shining adornments. Placing them amidst the pedestals, he extended his rumbling voice into the ether, no need to keep silent on these grounds. “Safrin, I was hoping you would be able to assist in improving my armor,” to which he laid out the leviathan scaled piece – for inspection, agreement, or nothing to be done.

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Deimos is seeking out Safrin to upgrade his:
Type: Light | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
Leviathan Scale Armour | Lightweight armour made from the scale of a slain leviathan. Blocks Physical damage. Can be used 1x per thread. Downgrades incoming water magic every round.

Regional Score bonus: +9 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +9 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.

deimos

Never let them drain the river of your soul

Safrin

The stars above the Citadel dimmed for a moment—not from clouds, nor from the encroaching veil of night, but as if the heavens themselves were turning their attention downward. The shadows of the shrine pulled inward, folding like petals into themselves, and from their heart stepped Safrin. She appeared not with thunder, but with grace—soft and soundless, her bare feet barely disturbing the frost-covered stone. Draped in a cloak of deep violet that shimmered with constellations, she moved with easy familiarity, as though answering Deimos' call was simply returning home.

Her eyes swept over the offerings, catching on the bracelets first. Her lips curved with genuine delight at the cosmos carefully etched into their surfaces. "You never disappoint," she murmured, fingertips trailing over the glimmering metal before her gaze lifted to meet his. "Even when your hands are calloused from war, you still manage to make beauty."

Then, slowly, her attention shifted to the armour.

Safrin stepped forward, her palm hovering above the scaled piece laid out before her before lowering until her fingers brushed the armour’s surface, and a flicker of starlight leapt from her skin into the material.

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Deimos has been given a quest! He must:

1. Complete a training thread where only physical attacks are used against his armour
2. Complete a thread submerging the armour in water with starlight reflected in it
3. Complete a thread using his own magic to repair any damage to the armour sustained thus far (does not take up a crafting slot)
4. Complete a thread using his armour to protect via unconventional means.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

The altering of horizons and stars caused a grin, and he waited with his constant vigilance and diligence as she wafted in – poised and regal and careful. Self-deprecation threatened over his thoughts, for surely there’d been many a time he disappointed, but instead of voicing it out loud, he accepted the notions – especially from Safrin. “Thank you. Likewise,” with a wrinkle to his nose, and in turn, didn’t glance down at his hands, even if the thought made him ponder a lot further about hands stained an eternal red underneath.

Listening to the necessities though gave him pause – especially the unconventional means portions – meaning he’d have to be a little creative. “I will see you soon.” Safrin rarely disappointed either – at least where his loyalties had always been concerned.

[FIN]

deimos

Never let them drain the river of your soul