death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Deimos truly hadn’t run into any Fae lately – save for the individual who’d thought it best to grill him about the flora and fauna of Torchline. “I have only met with an irritating one recently. Wanted information on the wildlife here.” Otherwise they’d remained reclusive – a habit he was fond of, but hadn’t had the opportunity to delve into in well over a year. The Fae having a quest from Safrin wasn’t a surprise, their preference was for the Old Gods, and there was no telling what it’d be instrumental towards. “Only from an Ascended?” Those notions clicked, churned, and burned, for he had required something similar to the door. Maybe everything was up in the air and they were chasing the information around in circles, stumbling, fumbling, with no clarity in their grasp, but his eyes narrowed in the speculation, watching more people come and go.
No deal meant something, or could, given the weight of all these combining circumstances. Maybe naught at all, and they’d arrived at a dead end in the clues. Wouldn’t they have used the body parts then, for their supposed quest? The General didn’t have much else to grant in the slate of back and forth, mind reeling and rolling over measures he did know. “I heard Delah passed.” Gone, and even that was intriguing, because in his experience, she’d been all warrior, all brutality, ready for onslaughts – what had been capable of taking her down? “Their leadership is likely up in the air.” Which could lead to some sort of chaos, of individuals branching out, testing their capabilities, stretching their wings, striving for a part of hierarchy, to be known, and recognized.
This murder would be a feat, managing to conjure speculation, attention, adversaries, and allies alike. An emboldened, audacious move; it could either work in their favor, or completely wither it apart.
No deal meant something, or could, given the weight of all these combining circumstances. Maybe naught at all, and they’d arrived at a dead end in the clues. Wouldn’t they have used the body parts then, for their supposed quest? The General didn’t have much else to grant in the slate of back and forth, mind reeling and rolling over measures he did know. “I heard Delah passed.” Gone, and even that was intriguing, because in his experience, she’d been all warrior, all brutality, ready for onslaughts – what had been capable of taking her down? “Their leadership is likely up in the air.” Which could lead to some sort of chaos, of individuals branching out, testing their capabilities, stretching their wings, striving for a part of hierarchy, to be known, and recognized.
This murder would be a feat, managing to conjure speculation, attention, adversaries, and allies alike. An emboldened, audacious move; it could either work in their favor, or completely wither it apart.
DEIMOS
