Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?The targets Sunjata assembled faired very well, and despite their easy construction, maintained their stature and poise with little fanfare. Sturdy enough to handle oncoming wind or any inexperienced soldiers rampaging their way through practice and skills, the combination of bright hues, bullseyes constructed and established, X’s to mark over where humans could fall, falter, or flicker apart. He’d be free to continue on his way, or come to Oliver’s aid, the call rushing along the back of the grounds.
For his part, naught else fell apart in Oliver’s hands or presence. A series of unfortunate events had spiraled around him though, still remaining in the dirt, in the rubble, and in the debris.
Jigano’s efforts paid off dividends too, the spiders compelled away, furniture rearranged, the brooms assault and sieges well managed and reigned over the room. When he’d managed to poke his head towards the Sword’s inclinations, Deimos had already constructed several shelves, creation magic unwinding, unfurling, along the massive intervals of spaces meant for swords, armor, and any other assorted weaponry. Some were also mounted to the walls, in case of larger equipment necessary, like axes, and other personal preferences. The actual munitions could wait until another day, so he didn’t exhaust himself with constant, rapid, unwinding – understanding limitations from his time in the Spire. At Jigano’s voice though, he lifted his head from the latest form to unravel from his palms, placing it down along the floor, checking its sturdiness, before following, advancing into the room. “Impressive,” he noted, the slightest arch to his brow, the a smile lingering. It passed his initial inspection with flying colors. “I can create those. Mattresses can wait.” They could always bring their own too, or have something stuffed amongst them, more than straw or feathers.
He adhered to the task, extending the reach along his mind with silent, reserved incantations, the enchantments poised across his presence, until there were three, smaller, twin-sized contortions, but enough to keep those lodged within content. “There. I can help you maneuver these and the rest of the furniture.” Then he could check on the others, and the actions should’ve been complete.
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This should be the last round!
Sunjata may continue making targets or assist Oliver. Jigano and Deimos can rearrange furniture, and then we should be good to go!
For his part, naught else fell apart in Oliver’s hands or presence. A series of unfortunate events had spiraled around him though, still remaining in the dirt, in the rubble, and in the debris.
Jigano’s efforts paid off dividends too, the spiders compelled away, furniture rearranged, the brooms assault and sieges well managed and reigned over the room. When he’d managed to poke his head towards the Sword’s inclinations, Deimos had already constructed several shelves, creation magic unwinding, unfurling, along the massive intervals of spaces meant for swords, armor, and any other assorted weaponry. Some were also mounted to the walls, in case of larger equipment necessary, like axes, and other personal preferences. The actual munitions could wait until another day, so he didn’t exhaust himself with constant, rapid, unwinding – understanding limitations from his time in the Spire. At Jigano’s voice though, he lifted his head from the latest form to unravel from his palms, placing it down along the floor, checking its sturdiness, before following, advancing into the room. “Impressive,” he noted, the slightest arch to his brow, the a smile lingering. It passed his initial inspection with flying colors. “I can create those. Mattresses can wait.” They could always bring their own too, or have something stuffed amongst them, more than straw or feathers.
He adhered to the task, extending the reach along his mind with silent, reserved incantations, the enchantments poised across his presence, until there were three, smaller, twin-sized contortions, but enough to keep those lodged within content. “There. I can help you maneuver these and the rest of the furniture.” Then he could check on the others, and the actions should’ve been complete.
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This should be the last round!
Sunjata may continue making targets or assist Oliver. Jigano and Deimos can rearrange furniture, and then we should be good to go!
- 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
