Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?This felt stupid.
Perhaps something idiotic and reckless was exactly what he needed in the last, lingering feral moments, after deaths and desecrations and ruins. Maybe it was duty and responsibility pushing him onward, when little else seemed to warrant the movements. He’d committed to the brambles of lives lost so many damned times before that it should’ve been a mantra in the back of his head: rinse and repeat, mourn and break, shatter and resolve. But each one was more difficult than the last –
But it didn’t matter, not right here, not right now.
They maneuvered forward, along the Outskirts, towards the elemental void. He’d been wise enough not to press into it before, but with the farmer’s notations, statements, and ultimate demise, some of the calculations and speculations were owed. While they traversed, he granted more of the information he’d received. “We are here to explore.” An emphasis for those yearning for anything else, no names given or dropped. He had zero intentions of losing anyone else on any upcoming venture. “The farmer said the storms allowed him to move within them. He thought he saw a dragon. A little one.” His glance briefly went to Wessex, a notation towards her companion. “But he had quite a wound. Said it bit him, and felt like something was in his veins.” The Sword’s first thoughts had been poison, or some other blistering regard not yet known, a foreign concept.
He hitched his bag further along his shoulder, listened to Zuriel briefly snort, grounding himself with a long inhale and exhale. And when they were ready, they could thread their way through, strive for information, for confirmation, for the changes in the world unfolding before them.
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This is the PQ+ for investigating the shifting storms to the Southeast of the Hollowed Grounds.
1. Deimos
2.Amalia
3.Bastien
4.Wessex
Please note any items you’re bringing along!
Deimos is bringing:
ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
Type: Grey
Scale Ring (Upgraded) | A magical ring that when worn, can be used to cover the wearer in full armor that resists dark magic. Made by Remi.
Type: Grey
Bag of Holding | A bag that can hold an infinite number of items, so long as they fit within the bag's 3ft x 3ft opening. The bag always feels nearly weightless, but always looks about 75% full.
The above contains food, water, bandages, rope, and an assortment of weapons, as well as:
Type: Dark
Fang Necklace | A necklace of sea panther teeth. These may be used once per thread to cause intimidation to nearby enemies. (Enemies will roll with disadvantage for that round).
Type: Grey
Invisibility Cloak | Ornate, detailed cloak, that when worn, renders the wearer invisible.
Perhaps something idiotic and reckless was exactly what he needed in the last, lingering feral moments, after deaths and desecrations and ruins. Maybe it was duty and responsibility pushing him onward, when little else seemed to warrant the movements. He’d committed to the brambles of lives lost so many damned times before that it should’ve been a mantra in the back of his head: rinse and repeat, mourn and break, shatter and resolve. But each one was more difficult than the last –
But it didn’t matter, not right here, not right now.
They maneuvered forward, along the Outskirts, towards the elemental void. He’d been wise enough not to press into it before, but with the farmer’s notations, statements, and ultimate demise, some of the calculations and speculations were owed. While they traversed, he granted more of the information he’d received. “We are here to explore.” An emphasis for those yearning for anything else, no names given or dropped. He had zero intentions of losing anyone else on any upcoming venture. “The farmer said the storms allowed him to move within them. He thought he saw a dragon. A little one.” His glance briefly went to Wessex, a notation towards her companion. “But he had quite a wound. Said it bit him, and felt like something was in his veins.” The Sword’s first thoughts had been poison, or some other blistering regard not yet known, a foreign concept.
He hitched his bag further along his shoulder, listened to Zuriel briefly snort, grounding himself with a long inhale and exhale. And when they were ready, they could thread their way through, strive for information, for confirmation, for the changes in the world unfolding before them.
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This is the PQ+ for investigating the shifting storms to the Southeast of the Hollowed Grounds.
1. Deimos
2.
3.
4.
Please note any items you’re bringing along!
Deimos is bringing:
ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
Type: Grey
Scale Ring (Upgraded) | A magical ring that when worn, can be used to cover the wearer in full armor that resists dark magic. Made by Remi.
Type: Grey
Bag of Holding | A bag that can hold an infinite number of items, so long as they fit within the bag's 3ft x 3ft opening. The bag always feels nearly weightless, but always looks about 75% full.
The above contains food, water, bandages, rope, and an assortment of weapons, as well as:
Type: Dark
Fang Necklace | A necklace of sea panther teeth. These may be used once per thread to cause intimidation to nearby enemies. (Enemies will roll with disadvantage for that round).
Type: Grey
Invisibility Cloak | Ornate, detailed cloak, that when worn, renders the wearer invisible.
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
