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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 2 Attuned - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 22 - Luck: 16
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We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be

The Artisan’s Guild was in his sights, a stubborn, tenacious spirit building over his shoulders, in the undulations of brawn and obstinance, in the set of his jaw, in the haste of his movements. If his notions were to come to fruition, they’d have to begin soon; amidst a squadron of other preparations.

The only misgiving the Sword held about approaching Remi now was the constant bombardment of other things. How much more was the Alchemist willing to take and bear? There was the blight, heavily associated and brandished with Ronin, weddings, planning and orchestrating for Long Night, and any other wild epidemic and pestilence spiraling out from the ether. Were the lingering stakes not so high, Deimos might have left him well enough and alone, or inclined towards it anyway, capable and willing to shoulder things before exhaustion took hold of Remi. These steps were to ask permission, were to ensure safety, were to strive and uphold protection, defenses, and fortifications for impending disasters. And if the answers was no, there were always other options.

He passed through familiar stalls, seeking out the Alchemist’s preferred haunt; no alcohol in hand today, bristling and maneuvering with purpose. When he came to the kiosk, he ducked within, waiting, calling out amongst the throng. “Remi?”  How many times did the poor man have to hear his summons? The Sword grimaced for him, but waited too – one of the many who required his aid, or at the very least, authorization to proceed.

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Remi Taliesin
Alchemist ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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"Deimos, come and see this." Remi said excitedly, looking up. Gesturing enthusiastically for the big man to take a seat, Remi held up what looked to simply be a children's block used for spelling. "Ahh—" He said as if needing to focus the Sword's attention as a talon appeared from the end of one of the alchemist's fingers. Scraping deep into the block and chipping off flakes and flecks of wood and paint, Remi placed it back down. "And now—" Pulling out a small bag, Remi reached in and removed a small punch of greyish dust. Looking up at Deimos with delight in his shattered stare, he grinned widely.

Sprinkling the powder on the toy, the crack instantly knitted itself back together, making it look good as new. "Ah!" He exclaimed joyfully before glancing up again at the Sword to see if his reaction of the same boyish caliber.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 2 Attuned - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 22 - Luck: 16
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#3
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To his surprise, Remi appeared neither exhausted or intent on sending him away. Instead, he was beckoned within, implored to take a seat, and other than blinking rapidly in surprise, he did as the alchemist bid. He appeared to be in the middle of something, experimentation perhaps, and the Sword only had to become another eye-witness to the series of events. He committed to the action with fervent curiosity, now a creator as well as a destroyer, tilting his head to study, focusing on the block, the curve of the talon’s indentations into its framework, and the deepening of fissures and scars. He arched his brow in the vivid silence, waiting for the inevitable, the alterations, the somehow, manifested conjecture to make sense –

And now, as if a cue to let his mind rest and merely to listen, to watch.

There was a bag – containing dust in the mage’s hands, and when he glanced at Remi there only seemed to be a grand wall of enthusiasm, so much so that he wondered if he be clamoring with excitement as well (a rare occasion; perhaps amidst the clarity of fun and departures from the norm, nothing so light and sacred lately). Instead, he leaned further into the fold, a gesture of his good faith and inquiry, watching as the powder flickered upon the toy, and it was restored instantly. And while he was not a great candidate for expressing joy, an easygoing, boyish smile managed to find its way to his features. “Impressive,” he remarked, strong and stalwart, meaning inflected in the course of the short phrase, eyes gesturing to the bag, to the filaments and powder held within. “What is it?” How did he make it? What did he intend to use it for?

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Remi Taliesin
Alchemist ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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If Deimos' reaction was in any way not what Remi had been hoping for, no evidence of it showed on the alchemist's youthful features. He merely grinned up at the large man with his too-pale eyes, the look of utter delight spreading over him like a mist. "Honestly, I do not really know. It was delivered here without a note. From what I have seen so far though—" Here, the alchemist nodded towards a shelf of what appeared to be completely normal toys, knives, cups. "—it can mend anything broken. Not magical items it seems nor anything overly complex, but...cracks, scratches, broken hilts, things of that nature? Completely repaired."

To prove this point as well, Remi etched a sad-face into the workbench with one of his talons before sprinkling some of the dust onto it, at which point the wood simply seemed to revert back to its original state. "Very handy to have around." Though, with his transmutation and creation magic, Remi was already in a position to be able to do roughly what the powder could.

"Would you like it? So you could repair things when away from the guild?" Deimos could create things just as Remi could, but there were sentimental objects for which creation magic was simply of no use. There were also times where conserving magic was helpful, as was being able to offer up the power to someone else so that you could focus on other things.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 2 Attuned - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 22 - Luck: 16
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Ordinarily, they likely should’ve been suspicious about packages left with no notes, but from the current trend, the powder didn’t seem to bear any harm. Instead, it curated and crafted without the means of either creation magic or something else; purposeful in its own right. His eyes flicked from Remi’s delighted features and over the pinpointed shelf of trinkets, restorations and mending properties through cracks and scratches, broken hilts (which, given the notion of how many blades, swords, and cutlasses he’d already implored into the world, it seemed fitting they’d eventually wear and tear), and the like. Silent in his observations, a scheming, scholarly mind already at work with a thousand things they could utilize the wares for, his gaze took in the notched sad-face (once again, offering no comment but stifling a chuckle), a witness as the dust conformed to the etchings, and then reverted it back – as if naught had happened.

What the Sword didn’t expect was Remi offering the bag of useful notions to him. Astounded and perplexed, for he’d already been given the practical, convenient, and effectual bag of holding, he started to form the I do not deserve it mantra behind his teeth, jaw clenching, eyes narrowing, pondering who might serve the gift better. But glancing at the alchemist’s face, and reeling along the benevolent gesture, he failed to stray too far away, or down the wayward path of unqualified notions. “Of course,” he proffered in return, swallowing the choking bile along the path of his throat, extending his palm out to accept. “Thank you,” unraveled in a humbling, gracious tone, the indentation of a smile still there, curled along his mouth, he bowed his head slightly, staring across the expanse of work tables and still not quite comprehending when and where all these compassionate people had sprung from.

Thereafter, once he was through over-analyzing acceptance, tolerance, and kindness, the sentiments of his arrival remained, not yet out in the open, finalized, or even voiced. “I am sure you are busy,” because Remi was always at someone’s beck and call, and Deimos didn’t intend to be a bother. “But I had some questions.” He paused, thinking about ruffling through his bag, then waiting – gaze swinging back up to Remi’s. “Would it be suitable for the Artisan’s Guild to be used during Long Night?” It’d been a discussion between he and Loren amidst the Greatwood, but Deimos wasn’t certain if anyone else would find it feasible, or if it had been conversed over already. He merely wanted to help with defenses, with setting something up to ease the notion of danger. The Rathskeller wasn’t tempting this time, and the Launcelyn Manor wasn’t something he was even remotely interested in.

Then he delved into his bag, rifting and rifling before drawing out Amalia’s familiar staff, placing it along the table – the reddened glow a fixture of its ethereal capacity, a ward of protection, only increased by Remi’s skills. Deimos had studied it at length, as requested per the latest meeting, but after a series of attempts and endeavors into duplicating or recreating the luxere antlers themselves, he’d had no such luck. Pointing to the antler portions, and not the staff itself (that he knew could be cloned), he inquired. “Can these be replicated?” Could they be capable weapons for Long Night, or was that a lost cause too? Were there other means and measures they could try?

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Remi Taliesin
Alchemist ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 21 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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"Mmmm" The alchemist hummed brightly in response, thinking little of the offer or gesture on his part. He'd had so precious little in his life before coming to Caido, that even the first wiffs of magic and new shifts he'd discovered felt like blessings beyond belief. Now with more power, an actual home and guild, a husband and daughter? The alchemist could want for little more.

Busy or not, Remi would always make time for those in his life...and even those outside of it. Looking up at the Sword with his shattered but (currently) unfettered gaze, had Remi been in a shift with moveable ears they would have been perked forward with polite curiosity. Frowning slightly at the suggestion, the alchemist bit the inside of his lip before shrugging. "If you are asking if I would allow it, of course. " He replied immediately. "Though I know Wessex has other ideas about where we should all be." The alchemist added, exhaling with another boyish shrug. "We all have thoughts on the Launceleyn manor, but I had suggested the monster hunter's guild as well, since it is larger and more easily defendable. But...Jigano had thought the proximity to the temple for those who wanted to pray, and nearness to the infirmary made the Rathskeller the best choice again."

Running a hand through his curls, the alchemist shook his head slightly, not used to being in a position where his input was ever sought after on matters such as these. "But as we learned last year there are so many ways in and out...it would be hard to ensure they are all covered." As easy as it would be to simply place magical locks on all the doors, even Remi knew some would find a way out. In all likelihood though, the alchemist would probably be one of the first to break the no-open-door rule. He had last year, anyways.

Watching as the staff was pulled out of the small bag—the sight of which brought a sunny smile to the alchemist's face to see it so used—his cheer disappeared as he heard out the Sword's request. "Not that I am aware of. Anytime I have tried to replicate magical power, it has failed. I do not precisely know why, or how to ... group, I suppose, what it is I—that is, we can do—but this is beyond it. Maybe forever, maybe just for now."
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of the Hollowed Grounds ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 6 Abandoned, Level 2 Attuned - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 22 - Luck: 16
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The allowance of the guild had been noted, but apparently a litany of others had been mentioned, cast aloft besides the Launcelyn Manor (heard during the meeting): the Monster Hunter’s Guild, the Temple, the Rathskeller…and based on the realm of proximities and possibilities, they might not have been feasible actions and residences. “True,” he responded in kind, brows furrowing in thought, the ease of curiosity giving way to machinations, calculations, worlds depending on the right preparations, the right means, the right measures. He’d intended to assist in munitions, defenses, and whatever else they required, depending on the location, but with so many, and spread out amongst themselves, would it be more difficult for luxere herds to protect? Were they making themselves sitting ducks? More opportunities, more places, more boundaries for the monsters to potentially cross, and feed upon? “Perhaps they should be narrowed down to three or less.” There were pros and cons to each locale; and there was always the notion of others simply doing what they pleased – avoiding the entire spectacle of gathered sentiments and kinship, dwelling elsewhere, either safe by their own measures, or lost in the parallels and parameters of warnings and omens. “Wessex, Loren, and I will be meeting soon. We could discuss it there.” Rather than have Remi dragged into something else. The Artisan’s Guild was on the table, at least, with scores of others.

As for the staff, he hadn’t meant for the cheer to dissipate – but perhaps it was simply in his nature, to rebound straight into serious modes, draining and drawing everyone else away from any figment of joy. But he listened, head tilted, that the kind of magical power couldn’t be replicated, failed in attempts, just as Deimos had, and their skills weren’t quite up to the task. It was a limitation even the alchemist had (which surprised the Sword, for a moment, because Remi had been some eternal flame of enchantments, invocations, ready abilities no one else had yet acquired or wielded, with such strength, with such determination). “I had thought to create some sort of weapons using the luxere antlers, since they were effective last year.” Perhaps he simply wouldn’t be able to – a hold, a restriction; which meant he’d have to seek some alternatives, some other routes, to ensure munitions for guards and the rest of their ilk.

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