reminiscing endlessly

Deimos Perhaps the Hollowed Grounds had a lack of discussion over the Voice out of pure necessity and trauma, they simply didn’t wish to converse about it, or the Ancient simply hadn’t asked the multitudes. His head tilted, brow arching at the significance of the statement, and knowing he didn’t have the right verbosity for the all the details. “Supposedly she was once an Abandoned, though they had a different name for it then.” Acquired, maybe, though he’d have to consult again into lore. “And gained multitudes of power,” threatening the Old Gods, and quite a few others in the interim, if the mythos had been passed along correctly. He let out a long sigh, the breath passing over the stones and leaving them to launch and leap about under his Air machinations. “They placed her behind the barrier, along with many people, for hundreds of years.” His eyes narrowed, quite and speculative, mind roaming back over tomes and stories told to the Outlanders who’d been snagged behind the makeshift walls as well. “Once she was freed, more issues seemed to arise.” And so the Ascended gained all the parameters of animosity again and again. “There was,” a war, in this case, which made him wonder where this man had been within the timeframe. Tucked away and hidden? Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime