Ah. Not a pleasant topic for the General, Jigano decided as Deimos stewed in silence for a time before shrugging off the past as if it had no place in his present. For once the bard decided not to push and pry any farther, though the concept of a god that controlled Time had him itching to ask a half dozen questions. Deimos did not appear overly fond of theology though, so Jigano just nodded gratefully for what had been shared, and stood back to admire their makeshift toy soldier army.
"Just what did you do to these to shred them so thoroughly?" He asked, a little bemused at the signs of repair on the regiment. "Or is the militia so fierce that they're blowing through practice dummies like flower petals? I don't know that I've ever seen damage like that on them before. Not from bladed weapon or blunt, at least. Nor magic," he added thoughtfully, though perhaps if he flung rocks with his earth magic it might do the trick? It would have to be a lot of rocks, and heavy ones too, he decided with a faint grimace. Unless Deimos had recruited a half dozen enterprising young earth mages to live in the barracks it seemed like an unlikely setup.
"Just what did you do to these to shred them so thoroughly?" He asked, a little bemused at the signs of repair on the regiment. "Or is the militia so fierce that they're blowing through practice dummies like flower petals? I don't know that I've ever seen damage like that on them before. Not from bladed weapon or blunt, at least. Nor magic," he added thoughtfully, though perhaps if he flung rocks with his earth magic it might do the trick? It would have to be a lot of rocks, and heavy ones too, he decided with a faint grimace. Unless Deimos had recruited a half dozen enterprising young earth mages to live in the barracks it seemed like an unlikely setup.
