DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
There were a mass of them helping, assisting, floundering through, maybe too much, maybe too little, maybe just a chord and mass of confusion. He landed again, pressed his talons into sand and shoal, pondering the state of wings and things. As the crowd seemed intent on hauling it to shore though, the water seemed to wane away – so he shifted back into human frames and figures, and called upon gifts of bloodlines, of stern mothers and quiet repose. Zuriel continued her soothing notions, uncertain if it was helpful, or lost in the gathering.
More water to flow, to maneuver, to allow it to come their way, intending for less force, less pressure, less strength to be required for everyone involved. Not enough to flood the area again, or to cause a great siege, but hopefully enough to get the L’ma where it needed to be.
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Deimos tries to use his water magic to push the L’ma towards the shore.
More water to flow, to maneuver, to allow it to come their way, intending for less force, less pressure, less strength to be required for everyone involved. Not enough to flood the area again, or to cause a great siege, but hopefully enough to get the L’ma where it needed to be.
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Deimos tries to use his water magic to push the L’ma towards the shore.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
