[God Quest] particles of repose

Deimos

As always, Halo had understood the urgency. They’d been entangled and coiled in the resolve; staunch, stalwart, and steadfast, collecting the necessities, combining their efforts. Portions dug out of the ground, discussions held, shiny filaments obtained, all weathered in vigilance, persistence, and motivation. Heads tucked downward, work maintained, all for the benefit of a region that had carried on and persevered, eternally endured, to see some level of comfort achieved there once again.

So it was with a long, deep breath, unfurling in the warm puffs of air circulating around him, that he surveyed what had been brought forth. Everyone had agreed on the springs near the Palace. They’d carved out the necessities, driven into the earth. The bins and buckets and tins of water, of glimmering stones, rounded out the rest. So thereafter, he could smile and bow his head too, content and proud with what they’d accomplished, over and over and over again. “Safrin, we have completed our tasks,” he rumbled, awaiting the fruits of their labor come to life and form.

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This is a turn-in for a regional quest acquired in but they do look brighter to rebuild the hot springs in the Citadel (next to the Palace).

Halo has received a RQ! Tasks. There is no time limit. There are currently 12 active Halovian's. This means 6 unique characters have to participate. Characters can participate more than once. Deimos must participate in at least 2 threads, and Evie must participate in 1.

1. A thread of at least 3 halovians gathering water from the Eyes of Vi in the Greatwood
 - Amhran, Noah, Elizabeth - [RQ] Splash and Echo

2. A ME discussing where the springs should go within the Citadel.
 - Deimos, Evie, Ravenna, Noah, Amhran, Sah, Iskra, Elizabeth - [ME][RQ] the wolves are home

3. A PQ digging out the area to be used for the springs. Must have at least 8 rounds
 - Deimos, Iskra, Elizabeth - [PQ][RQ] certain angles of light

4. A thread with at least 3 participants collecting shiny things - rocks, gems, shells, etc
 - Sah, Amhran, Ravenna - [RQ] Watch me dazzle

what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.

She arrives with no warning but all the inevitability of starlight. The chill of Halo does not touch her as her feet touch down on snow-packed stone, the air around her warming in soft ripples as if the heavens themselves sigh at her presence. Cloaked in a flowing mantle of midnight and galaxies, Safrin steps forward, her eyes immediately seeking the Sword.

"Deimos," she says, her voice like velvet threaded with light. Her gaze slips to the gathered treasures—sacred water, gleaming offerings, the carved and hollowed land—and her smile curves like the crescent moon. "You and your people have done well."

With a simple, graceful flick of her fingers, the collected water and offerings vanish in a cascade of twinkling motes, absorbed by the shrine as though it had simply swallowed them whole. Safrin steps closer, lifting her hand as her eyes gleam with quiet delight.

"Watch," she murmurs.

A shimmer unfurls across the carved basin before them—an illusion, vivid and impossible. He will see the springs as they will be: steam curling into the cold air, the water a deep, soothing blue shot through with soft silver light. It glows faintly, as if lit from below by starlight, casting constellations across the smooth stone edges. The springs bubble gently, eternal and warm, untouched by the snows or storms beyond the walls of Halo. The illusion even captures the soft laughter of voices to come, the serenity of healing, the promise of rest.

She turns to look at him, something proud and quiet blooming in her expression. "Well done, Deimos."

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Congrats Halo! Your new hotsprings board will be up shortly!

Deimos

Safrin was an inevitable thing; tied to the stars, the cosmos, the heavens. She arrived in much of the same declaration and dedication, at which he smiled, granting her that ease of his stoicism, extending another long breath he’d been holding.

The promise of more and again – hot springs returned, healing eventually to preside – and he did as he was told, watching distinctly as the shimmer ignited and emblazoned. In the midst of silence, the illusion echoed – soothing blue tones amidst silver light, eternally glowing figments and fragments, brought together amidst constellations upon stones and rocks, no snow clinging to their enamel, chiseled away in the pockets of constant winter. A sanctity, a refuse, a repose, for so many.

His grin was large and boyish again, bowing his head at her congratulations. “Thank you once again. It is radiant.” And it would be more than enough to offer them a slight chance of peace, amongst the chaotic workings and unfolding. From there, the calculations unwound – for future endeavors.

[FIN]

what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.