No provocation, no incitement, no stoking except the inevitable grind of things unraveling and falling apart – listening and listening all the more, pondering the state of eventual moments. It would all combine and come to a head at some point, an ominous, foreboding beacon not unlike Zariah in ways. The Fae event had been disastrous, unwinding all of their hard work, and then there was the rest – a sigh funneled its way through his chest, a quiet, irritated rumble. As for blessings, something like Ronin, did that mean they’d be dealing with another demi-god? Ronin’s incantations, especially the spectral displays, had been helpful, not detrimental. He had no idea what Wessex was fully capable of now, if that was the case.
Jigano the dragon was an interesting notation, quirking his brow, lifting it as a show of inquiry – but then the bard didn’t seem ready to expand on it. So he let that sizzle off and away too, the finality of Loren’s words chiseling their way too. The beast had naught to add towards either, content to unleash and unravel his magic, absorbing the sagacity, the wisdom, and wondering where to put the means and measures all over again.
The rubble required his attention, concentration, and focus thereafter anyway; stones rumbling and tumbling, and he attempted to maneuver out of the way of their damned path. The beams were doing well until even their strength wasn’t quite enough; extending the incantations further and further with Loren’s assistance, placing more and more supports where the fissure had appeared.
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Deimos tries to sidestep out of the stones' paths and creates more supports for the fissured area.
Jigano the dragon was an interesting notation, quirking his brow, lifting it as a show of inquiry – but then the bard didn’t seem ready to expand on it. So he let that sizzle off and away too, the finality of Loren’s words chiseling their way too. The beast had naught to add towards either, content to unleash and unravel his magic, absorbing the sagacity, the wisdom, and wondering where to put the means and measures all over again.
The rubble required his attention, concentration, and focus thereafter anyway; stones rumbling and tumbling, and he attempted to maneuver out of the way of their damned path. The beams were doing well until even their strength wasn’t quite enough; extending the incantations further and further with Loren’s assistance, placing more and more supports where the fissure had appeared.
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Deimos tries to sidestep out of the stones' paths and creates more supports for the fissured area.
