we fight for brighter, stronger skies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Eventually, Erebos ensured the toy crash landed into the snow, giggling all the while, innocent and unaware of the brewing political machinations and maneuvers they would all have to face in the coming days, weeks, and seasons. Deimos would always argue it was worth it – for the sake of his family, his loved ones, his region, but sometimes the weight was far more than just immense. The answer to his inquiry about Noah had him sighing – because while healing was beneficial, Deimos needed assistance in either the elemental fixtures, as he could only do so much at once, or some unfurling damage to whatever lurked down there. And sometimes the Forsaken was a liability against his own allies – which the Sword had seen on several occasions. “He did mention getting some other creatures as bait.” For the wyrm – another thing on his long list. With the agreement over the relic, he didn't press any further. The Tidebreaker would be at the party, aware of the upcoming feats and follies. Though, his mind hadn’t drifted to Jack, in all the other conflagrations, and he didn’t sigh this time, merely arching his brow at the segmented news, making a mental note about inquiries towards the Captain, but then lobbing another as his thoughts spun. “Was he effective in your group?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace