Nay, Deimos always had a plan – though the prize at the end was likely going to be extra food. If it kept them entertained and amused amidst placing rocks down, he’d take it. He watched as Iskra launched another towards the group of birds, managing to knock one in the foot this time, and hastening off several others as they blustered and blew and drummed away in obvious irritation.
Amhran ’s aim pressed well into the display of some settling in to nap on the sidelines, hitting one square in the chest. It squawked in surprise, reeling back and disappearing behind the stone ledges of the barrier, and Deimos loosened another snort, shaking his head and arching a brow at the demigod. Five points to the Raeling thus far.
Placing more rocks himself, he then opted to shove another blustering portion of Air magic directly at the remaining birds. They hastened off in various directions, flustered and bothered, likely plotting revenge if they weren’t so dimwitted to begin with.
But then he’d at least gauged Amhran’s interest over the Dorian meeting, and his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he lowered his tones again, serious in the subject matter. “Wanted me to take a deal – if I stopped going against them, they would ensure Halo was safe from their interference.” At which he hoped both would understand that the possibility had been futile to begin with. “I declined – but I want you to be careful.” So for all their complaining about the stones, it was for the benefit of many – and would lift some weight from his shoulders.
He took a breath, gazing onward. “We can head south now,” grabbing hold of his bucket, waiting for the inevitable line of questions to unravel.
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Round Five!
Amhran has gained five points (for food probably) in his perilous fight against the ningo. Head south and hey keep hitting birds if you see 'em.
Amhran ’s aim pressed well into the display of some settling in to nap on the sidelines, hitting one square in the chest. It squawked in surprise, reeling back and disappearing behind the stone ledges of the barrier, and Deimos loosened another snort, shaking his head and arching a brow at the demigod. Five points to the Raeling thus far.
Placing more rocks himself, he then opted to shove another blustering portion of Air magic directly at the remaining birds. They hastened off in various directions, flustered and bothered, likely plotting revenge if they weren’t so dimwitted to begin with.
But then he’d at least gauged Amhran’s interest over the Dorian meeting, and his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he lowered his tones again, serious in the subject matter. “Wanted me to take a deal – if I stopped going against them, they would ensure Halo was safe from their interference.” At which he hoped both would understand that the possibility had been futile to begin with. “I declined – but I want you to be careful.” So for all their complaining about the stones, it was for the benefit of many – and would lift some weight from his shoulders.
He took a breath, gazing onward. “We can head south now,” grabbing hold of his bucket, waiting for the inevitable line of questions to unravel.
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Round Five!
Amhran has gained five points (for food probably) in his perilous fight against the ningo. Head south and hey keep hitting birds if you see 'em.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
