- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
A snort leaves Nate, his hoof stamping on the ground again, the timing of it just convenient enough that it’s hard to tell if he’s trying to be menacing or if he’s ‘laughing’ at Neron’s predicament. There’s more concern for Amun, though shifted as he is the potter is perhaps the most impervious to the attacks of the angry wyrms than any of them. That doesn’t stop the beasts from trying, hot teeth and claws scrabbling at thick scales, dark scorches hiding the natural glint of the black.
Living lava makes for a tenacious creature, but even they can only take so much. Between sweeping claws and roars, stomping hooves and horns, and the invisible, insidious magic tugging at the, the handful of wyrms left are overwhelmed. They scatter for good this time, fleeing to the cracks left in the blocked off passages and disappearing from the Cathedral.
Nate watches them go, only turning to Amun when he’s satisfied that the threat is well and truly gone. Can you spread the slabs out again? We just need to get them steady enough to stand alone. It’s a task that should have been easy, that is easy once they can actually focus on it. It might not be the most elaborate shrine, but Nate finds he likes the execution even more in life than he had in his head, tall slabs of obsidian held upright by nothing by their own weight and glinting silver wire. The last step is easy, shoring up the base with smaller bits of obsidian, jagged and shiny.
Shifting back into himself, Nate offers a hand to help Neron out from within the circled stone, and stands back to look at what they’ve done. ”I think it looks pretty good. And it’ll look even better once there’s some life in it.” That’s a task the Voice will have to offer her hand to though, none of them capable of it, even with stolen shifts and magic.
He’s already invited others to the activation, so all that’s left to do is wait, and call their goddess down to them.
We did it!!! Thanks so much y’all!
Feel free to post a final wrap up if you want, I’ll archive this at the end of the day :3c
Living lava makes for a tenacious creature, but even they can only take so much. Between sweeping claws and roars, stomping hooves and horns, and the invisible, insidious magic tugging at the, the handful of wyrms left are overwhelmed. They scatter for good this time, fleeing to the cracks left in the blocked off passages and disappearing from the Cathedral.
Nate watches them go, only turning to Amun when he’s satisfied that the threat is well and truly gone. Can you spread the slabs out again? We just need to get them steady enough to stand alone. It’s a task that should have been easy, that is easy once they can actually focus on it. It might not be the most elaborate shrine, but Nate finds he likes the execution even more in life than he had in his head, tall slabs of obsidian held upright by nothing by their own weight and glinting silver wire. The last step is easy, shoring up the base with smaller bits of obsidian, jagged and shiny.
Shifting back into himself, Nate offers a hand to help Neron out from within the circled stone, and stands back to look at what they’ve done. ”I think it looks pretty good. And it’ll look even better once there’s some life in it.” That’s a task the Voice will have to offer her hand to though, none of them capable of it, even with stolen shifts and magic.
He’s already invited others to the activation, so all that’s left to do is wait, and call their goddess down to them.
We did it!!! Thanks so much y’all!
Feel free to post a final wrap up if you want, I’ll archive this at the end of the day :3c
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
