who we are and all that we're trying to be
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.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
