who we are and all that we're trying to be
Once he’d finally returned home from a multitude of other errands, he rounded the familiar bend of the Citadel and came to the shrine. Mind focused on necessities at hand, he immediately kneeled and bowed his head at the dedicated eaves, beginning to place his offerings upon the inset columns; pearls in the haze and gaze of moonlit depictions and hues, some made to match the stars, some made to be conjured as the cosmos, all contrived and woven in a fanciful necklace, with a mirror to match.
Then a long breath unfurled. Ordinarily he might be full of trepidation or dread; but with the known conjectures at hand, with the knowledge of what was pending, and some plans already in place, his heart beat a steady drum instead. “Safrin, thank you for the wisdom you granted in our previous conversation. It was beyond generous. Now we have something to focus on, and hopefully soon, we will have made more progress.” The distinctions were silent – in case anyone else was listening – but she’d be able to see the meetings in his mind, the scurrying of plans, the images depicted of flowers potentially being removed from staffs, of others wandering to Frey’s Breath. Even the springs now, finished and completed, capable of mending those inflicted.
Then, perhaps, to the necessities clambering about his machinations too – an inherent strife that if those gloves were lost, some tactics might be too. “I was wondering if you would be willing to improve the tether to my gloves,” for while they were already grand, and he could achieve it on his own, her power would always be far more distinct and stronger.
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Deimos would like to upgrade:
Type: Grey | Style: Other | Level: Basic
Starlit Tether | An invisible strand of starlight that connects to the Gambler's Gloves. When activated it glows golden and returns the gloves to Deimos' hands within 10ft.
Regional Score bonus: +7 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +7 should be included)
It takes dying to know
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