sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
"Ahh, but I have already put my creation magic in the amulet, and you have put two spark birds and your healing in the empty ones." Remi said, seeming to grow more composed the farther the discussion moved away from his LongNight plans. "I would have to use more magic to create another amulet." He added, with a mischievous grin. "And before you even think of just emptying out the creation magic in that amulet, know that wastes one of my creation slots as well."
Slowly, Remi's eyes rose to Loren's, his cheeks entirely scarlet now. "You were not here, Loren...you did not hear it." He said in a grave whisper, visibly shaking now, and likely not because of the cold. Pain etched its way into every expressive wrinkle on Remi's face as he pulled in a frosty breath. "The cries for help. The endless knocking...those who died alone in the streets...the..guildhall doors will not remain closed. Not for all of LongNight." He said, eyes trailing down to the summoner's nose as he tried not to let his breath catch too tightly in his throat. Whatever rage has passed over Remi, it was nothing compared to the concoction of fear and determination that pressed in upon him from all sides now.
Whatever Loren might argue, he had Deimos and Ronin on his side, trumping whatever power the Launceleyn might have wielded. Besides, come LongNight, there would be nothing the summoner could do anyways.
Slowly, Remi's eyes rose to Loren's, his cheeks entirely scarlet now. "You were not here, Loren...you did not hear it." He said in a grave whisper, visibly shaking now, and likely not because of the cold. Pain etched its way into every expressive wrinkle on Remi's face as he pulled in a frosty breath. "The cries for help. The endless knocking...those who died alone in the streets...the..guildhall doors will not remain closed. Not for all of LongNight." He said, eyes trailing down to the summoner's nose as he tried not to let his breath catch too tightly in his throat. Whatever rage has passed over Remi, it was nothing compared to the concoction of fear and determination that pressed in upon him from all sides now.
Whatever Loren might argue, he had Deimos and Ronin on his side, trumping whatever power the Launceleyn might have wielded. Besides, come LongNight, there would be nothing the summoner could do anyways.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
