Deimos
The Sword found himself doing a lot of staring, studying, and scrutinizing on this brief sojourn to Stormbreak. Between playing information broker and gathering some intel for his own region, he’d come face to face with a variety of this world’s multitudes, found them either compelling or off-putting, depending on the situation.
The gates before him, that Belial was now flying over, back around, and through over and over again, seemed to embody all the aspects of what used to be – how they’d craved to be cut off from the rest. Imperial and audacious, imposing and overbearing, as if all the wisdom had flocked here. He wondered how often they’d looked across bands of land and seen the Hollowed Grounds, locked away in its barriers – or if they’d cared at all. If they’d merely penned history down in their books and held their noses high and denied entry to those who’d never be like the Voice, no matter how many incantations ran through their veins.
He sighed, because none of those answers would be found here now, and it wouldn’t much matter. Sohalia and her cohorts had broken the last remnants of that apart, and the others who would’ve further buried their heads had dissipated and disappeared too.
“Come on,” he grumbled to the peryton as the creature landed upon one of the stone dragon’s heads, for there were other things to do besides glare at statues and monuments of old.
The gates before him, that Belial was now flying over, back around, and through over and over again, seemed to embody all the aspects of what used to be – how they’d craved to be cut off from the rest. Imperial and audacious, imposing and overbearing, as if all the wisdom had flocked here. He wondered how often they’d looked across bands of land and seen the Hollowed Grounds, locked away in its barriers – or if they’d cared at all. If they’d merely penned history down in their books and held their noses high and denied entry to those who’d never be like the Voice, no matter how many incantations ran through their veins.
He sighed, because none of those answers would be found here now, and it wouldn’t much matter. Sohalia and her cohorts had broken the last remnants of that apart, and the others who would’ve further buried their heads had dissipated and disappeared too.
“Come on,” he grumbled to the peryton as the creature landed upon one of the stone dragon’s heads, for there were other things to do besides glare at statues and monuments of old.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
