Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
The Sword had concocted and contorted many actions for multitudes of quests; most ranging from onslaughts, beacons, actions pressed and manifested in building or constructing. This one was so particularly odd and strange, without rhyme or reason for its clarity, that he couldn’t help but be amused.
While Sah’s slid into his jar, Deimos took longer to parse through the strange feeling along his palm. Wet, slimy, slippery, something akin to grabbing hold of a fish, he waited until it had stilled long enough for him to grab hold of a jar. Needing an extra hand and having none to do so, he allowed his Air magic to firmly grasp the mirror in place, while he gently and carefully tipped his palm towards the container. It slid in with some semblances of gravity, while some stuck to his skin and he had to shake and pry it off before it ultimately loosened and fell too.
Lifting it up to inspect, he snorted. “How many more do you think we need?”
While Sah’s slid into his jar, Deimos took longer to parse through the strange feeling along his palm. Wet, slimy, slippery, something akin to grabbing hold of a fish, he waited until it had stilled long enough for him to grab hold of a jar. Needing an extra hand and having none to do so, he allowed his Air magic to firmly grasp the mirror in place, while he gently and carefully tipped his palm towards the container. It slid in with some semblances of gravity, while some stuck to his skin and he had to shake and pry it off before it ultimately loosened and fell too.
Lifting it up to inspect, he snorted. “How many more do you think we need?”
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
