zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Would ya look at that. A sea panther.
Under different (read: very, very, very different) circumstances this might be cool. As it is you're focused less on the mythical animal in front of you and more on getting the almighty fuck away from it. Let the heroes do the fighting. You've got people to give a shit about.
Like Raza. Beautiful, snarky, brilliant Raza who is lying on the sand with a fucking hole in her. "Raz!" you call out, scrambling toward her, hoping to help her up and get her out of reach. "C'mon- get up. It's not fuckin' nap time."
Part of what makes you good at your job is your ability to keep your head. The biter and the big guy are far better suited to combat, and they're dispensable outlanders. Your people? Less so.
"We gotta get 'em t'safety," you tell Raza, jerking your chin to the gathering crowdof idiots. "Let these fuckers take care'a th'panther, ay?"
Turning back to the unfolding disaster, you set your jaw and glare at the panther. "This'd be a great time fer some helpful god shit," you mutter, not sure who, if anyone, will give enough of a shit to respond, and perfectly aware that helpful god shit is something of an oxymoron.
Zephyr tries to help Raza up and asks her to get the civilians off the beach. He then attempts to invoke some god shit, aka channel!
Channeling: Allows an Accepted to channel a lesser deity during a time of crisis (1x a season)
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
Under different (read: very, very, very different) circumstances this might be cool. As it is you're focused less on the mythical animal in front of you and more on getting the almighty fuck away from it. Let the heroes do the fighting. You've got people to give a shit about.
Like Raza. Beautiful, snarky, brilliant Raza who is lying on the sand with a fucking hole in her. "Raz!" you call out, scrambling toward her, hoping to help her up and get her out of reach. "C'mon- get up. It's not fuckin' nap time."
Part of what makes you good at your job is your ability to keep your head. The biter and the big guy are far better suited to combat, and they're dispensable outlanders. Your people? Less so.
"We gotta get 'em t'safety," you tell Raza, jerking your chin to the gathering crowd
Turning back to the unfolding disaster, you set your jaw and glare at the panther. "This'd be a great time fer some helpful god shit," you mutter, not sure who, if anyone, will give enough of a shit to respond, and perfectly aware that helpful god shit is something of an oxymoron.
Zephyr tries to help Raza up and asks her to get the civilians off the beach. He then attempts to invoke some god shit, aka channel!
Channeling: Allows an Accepted to channel a lesser deity during a time of crisis (1x a season)
Type: Light | Rank: Basic
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
