I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Turned out it wasn’t a bug at all, but someone vaguely familiar from seasons and tournaments ago. “Astaroth,” he rumbled in return towards the Ancient, and taking the peryton’s moment of inattention (staring at the man with a mischievous glint in his eye), he promptly directed a funnel of Air incantations towards the companion. With a rallying notion of movements not his own, Belial balked, but otherwise had no control as the incantations rushed him towards Deimos, and ultimately ended up underneath the Sword’s arm, trapped and visibly deflated. “Sorry,” came by way of apology for the bonded’s antics.
Having saved the Grounder from an otherwise irritating gnat of a creature, his curiosity remained. Tilting his head vaguely, and only going a few steps and strides with the peryton still in tow, his brow arched, inquiries extended. “What brings you here?” The presumption of simply being ‘The Climb’ hadn’t escaped his notice – figuring it was a welcome retreat for the Ancient.
Having saved the Grounder from an otherwise irritating gnat of a creature, his curiosity remained. Tilting his head vaguely, and only going a few steps and strides with the peryton still in tow, his brow arched, inquiries extended. “What brings you here?” The presumption of simply being ‘The Climb’ hadn’t escaped his notice – figuring it was a welcome retreat for the Ancient.
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