if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
While Deimos finished with the turkey, extending slices of it to each member of the party, Amalia cut. Maybe because the possibility had already been coiled in his mind from previous conversations, it didn’t hurt him as hard, but the wait for the answer immersed itself with some form of dread. The what ifs lingered haphazardly, the apprehension contorting and wrapping itself around his ribcage – desperate not to lose anyone else.
The foundations of the meeting set, and Kiada seemed to settle the doldrums waging their way through him, coaxing an inaudible sigh of relief. He sat back down, fingers toying with the edges of the wine glass, waiting for some other multitude to come their way. Chulane’s answers provided substance and merit as far as locations; the Voice plucking him from Earth and Australia, but the Sword didn’t have anything else to go on. Worlds upon worlds upon worlds apart, and brought here to be manifested opportunities. But he planned on staying, and then prevailing through the distance. Living together was quick, foundations settled over naught more than a season, but perhaps he was being picky and brooding. Thereafter, he upped the ante, rumbles and reverberations conspiring, an evident nonchalance and impassiveness piercing his features; giving nothing away. “What drew you to Kiada?” The Sword and Shield were already well versed in the Harpy’s abilities, foundations, personality, and traits – did Chulane recognize their worth too?
Then, satisfied for the moment, his attention riveted back to Kiada. “I have something for you.” Ignoring his food, the beast concentrated and unfurled incantations between his palms, melding earth, fire, and creation into their bestial distortions. They snapped to attention easily, efficiently, unleashed as they had so many seasons before, when everything hadn’t been lost and scattered. The chiseled sanctions came together in a familiar style; she’d recognize it instantly from her previously-made armor; her outlines of fire, her touches of Helovia, her branches and brambles of the past brought to the present. Except this time, it was a helmet, meant to shift in whatever mold, whatever form, she took. “To complete the set,” he intoned, handing it to her.
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Deimos has made:
Shifting Helmet: Bronze helmet armor to shift and shrink with an attuned’s animal forms.
The foundations of the meeting set, and Kiada seemed to settle the doldrums waging their way through him, coaxing an inaudible sigh of relief. He sat back down, fingers toying with the edges of the wine glass, waiting for some other multitude to come their way. Chulane’s answers provided substance and merit as far as locations; the Voice plucking him from Earth and Australia, but the Sword didn’t have anything else to go on. Worlds upon worlds upon worlds apart, and brought here to be manifested opportunities. But he planned on staying, and then prevailing through the distance. Living together was quick, foundations settled over naught more than a season, but perhaps he was being picky and brooding. Thereafter, he upped the ante, rumbles and reverberations conspiring, an evident nonchalance and impassiveness piercing his features; giving nothing away. “What drew you to Kiada?” The Sword and Shield were already well versed in the Harpy’s abilities, foundations, personality, and traits – did Chulane recognize their worth too?
Then, satisfied for the moment, his attention riveted back to Kiada. “I have something for you.” Ignoring his food, the beast concentrated and unfurled incantations between his palms, melding earth, fire, and creation into their bestial distortions. They snapped to attention easily, efficiently, unleashed as they had so many seasons before, when everything hadn’t been lost and scattered. The chiseled sanctions came together in a familiar style; she’d recognize it instantly from her previously-made armor; her outlines of fire, her touches of Helovia, her branches and brambles of the past brought to the present. Except this time, it was a helmet, meant to shift in whatever mold, whatever form, she took. “To complete the set,” he intoned, handing it to her.
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Deimos has made:
Shifting Helmet: Bronze helmet armor to shift and shrink with an attuned’s animal forms.
DEIMOS
