[PQ] with the smoking sun

remember that you can't save everyone

remember that you have to try

Deimos wasn’t surprised, really, by the first three that came into the confines. Aisha and her keen readiness for seemingly anything and everything, Freina with her air manipulation (and he wondered if it’d gained anymore prowess since their last training), and Oliver, who seemed intent on snagging any of the sessions the Sword offered and extended.

The fourth was an unknown, until he spoke; and there was an uncanny sense of familiarity the General couldn’t place.

For the latter’s sake and benefit, he began with introductions. “Thank you for coming. I am Deimos, General of the Hollowed Grounds.” A pause, pondering, considering, and reflecting how best to describe today’s events and plotlines. “The purpose of this training session will be to put you into various situations, where you must think for yourselves, offensively, defensively, or how to evade.” Because this was the world they lived within: plausible they’d need all three key factions and factors to wander out of a fiendish accord still mobile, upright, and not cut, slashed, or torn apart. It was his responsibility and duty as the head of the militia to ensure his people were capable.

So he would.

He glanced towards all of them once more, the reticence of his features unwavering. “We will work separately at first, and then as we get moving, I hope to spar a little with one another.” Warm-ups to think in their scenarios, to figure out how to navigate potentially treacherous means, before maligning each other.

The piercing gaze settled on Rance and Aisha first. “Choose your shifts, and think about how you would defend yourself.” The beast waited for them to become acclimated, accustomed, familiar in their skins, before compelling a series of birds, some large, some small, all particularly irritating and vexing, soaring down upon the others in relentless flight paths, descending, descending, descending, some talons unfurled, some songbirds whooshing past ears.

For the magical users, Freina and Oliver, he shifted his weight and use of enchantments. “Same to you – how are you going to combat this?” Within an instant, water poured towards them – rampant streams coming from the front, a powerful, potent flow of an impending deluge. They could work together, they could work apart, but they needed to strategize, puzzle, and plot.

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Round One!

Rance and Aisha have compelled birds soaring towards them – ranging in stature. How will your characters defend themselves?

Freina and Oliver have a huge amount of water coming towards them! What will you do?

Success will be determined by dice roll. There’s no post order! Moving along hopefully within 48-72 hours.

out for vengeance

DEIMOS