Deimos
By no means a blacksmith; Deimos and his creation invocations had made multitudes possible simply by designs oriented in his mind, and the magic pulsing through his veins. Faster, swifter, keener too by all accounts and purposes, though he’d always give credit to those who’d gone into the smithing profession. He just didn’t have the hours for it.
Snorting at her inquiry, he nodded, listening to Erebos squeal as he was momentarily jostled, then righted, with a few more giggles. As the youth opened his hand and made a grabbing gesture for more jerky, Deimos parted with another small portion, then listened to Theea’s description – hardly surprised by the notions of daggers. Ashetta seemed the type to keep many tucked along her person, ready to stab, lacerate, and pierce at the slightest provocation. He scarcely knew Kalt at all, but clearly her parents had passed down regards for blades.
Arching a brow at her implication, he withheld a snort, putting that inward as he tried not to laugh. “But necessary, for when you want a much longer range. Could always add some elements to it as well.” As he’d done for Sah, placing the lightning aspects within, or how several others embedded fire, ice, or poison – whatever suited their taste and predilections for battle.
The Sword had all the reverence for armaments as well, though his first ventures of one in his grasp had been as a child, and likely had the same gasp and awe. Amused, he turned, gesturing towards the stairs, starting the tour over again once she’d finagled her way with the new prized possession. “Up here we have the library, artifacts, a study, and spare rooms,” but as he began to wind his way in minor ascension, her question echoed, and he glanced back her way – holding onto Erebos' legs as he adjusted. “Sure, if you want.”
Snorting at her inquiry, he nodded, listening to Erebos squeal as he was momentarily jostled, then righted, with a few more giggles. As the youth opened his hand and made a grabbing gesture for more jerky, Deimos parted with another small portion, then listened to Theea’s description – hardly surprised by the notions of daggers. Ashetta seemed the type to keep many tucked along her person, ready to stab, lacerate, and pierce at the slightest provocation. He scarcely knew Kalt at all, but clearly her parents had passed down regards for blades.
Arching a brow at her implication, he withheld a snort, putting that inward as he tried not to laugh. “But necessary, for when you want a much longer range. Could always add some elements to it as well.” As he’d done for Sah, placing the lightning aspects within, or how several others embedded fire, ice, or poison – whatever suited their taste and predilections for battle.
The Sword had all the reverence for armaments as well, though his first ventures of one in his grasp had been as a child, and likely had the same gasp and awe. Amused, he turned, gesturing towards the stairs, starting the tour over again once she’d finagled her way with the new prized possession. “Up here we have the library, artifacts, a study, and spare rooms,” but as he began to wind his way in minor ascension, her question echoed, and he glanced back her way – holding onto Erebos' legs as he adjusted. “Sure, if you want.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
