Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
The Sword pushed and shoved his way up the slightest of inclines, a familiar little knoll that permitted the viewer to glance over spread out portions of the market sections. He found he couldn’t lift his head beyond the catapult to gaze upon it as he had so often before, not with bakeries nearby, not with settlements reminding him of where he’d failed and where he’d fumbled. The beast lowered his skull instead, muscles combining their efforts to make it over the rise, and then to continue onwards, begrudgingly listening to Oliver’s chatter. It seemed to follow him unceasingly, an unrelenting noise in the back of his mind – narrowing his eyes for a moment in speculation at the blacksmith’s voiced thoughts. “Why does there need to be an offer?” Why did their need to be an invitation? He’d be free to go wherever he pleased – there would always be houses, homes, and occupations available. And if not, then one was built. A simplistic problem to solve, given all the other ones plaguing the void, the earth, and the lands. “If you want to leave, then leave.”
Especially given the circumstances. Wessex’s power had been fair up until a point – before the Ascended contortions and proportions were seemingly required instead of diplomacy. Given the past, Deimos’ inclinations about Wessex’s newest reign meandered more to the Ascended goals and objectives now more than ever. Politics was a dangerous game, and why he normally stuck to the offensive and defensive portions of it, eager and ready to wield blades, wrath, and anything else necessary. The unwinding of statecraft, with all the trials and tribulations constantly bombarding and surrounding them, would’ve been a difficult proportion on Oliver’s part, uncertain if the youth would’ve survived the pressure. Regarding the Hollowed Grounds record for sovereign longevity, the blacksmith might’ve been amongst the ashes, dust, and cinders quickly. “I am not certain there ever is a good time.” Evie disappearing in the midst of all this hardly helped matters. He paused, tilted his head, considered weighing options out to the lad again, who seemed to be missing a crucial detail. “But you do not have to be a part of it.” Deimos had always been about fortitude, perseverance, and endurance, however, this situation might not have been anything Oliver could tolerate for long.
Especially given the circumstances. Wessex’s power had been fair up until a point – before the Ascended contortions and proportions were seemingly required instead of diplomacy. Given the past, Deimos’ inclinations about Wessex’s newest reign meandered more to the Ascended goals and objectives now more than ever. Politics was a dangerous game, and why he normally stuck to the offensive and defensive portions of it, eager and ready to wield blades, wrath, and anything else necessary. The unwinding of statecraft, with all the trials and tribulations constantly bombarding and surrounding them, would’ve been a difficult proportion on Oliver’s part, uncertain if the youth would’ve survived the pressure. Regarding the Hollowed Grounds record for sovereign longevity, the blacksmith might’ve been amongst the ashes, dust, and cinders quickly. “I am not certain there ever is a good time.” Evie disappearing in the midst of all this hardly helped matters. He paused, tilted his head, considered weighing options out to the lad again, who seemed to be missing a crucial detail. “But you do not have to be a part of it.” Deimos had always been about fortitude, perseverance, and endurance, however, this situation might not have been anything Oliver could tolerate for long.
DEIMOS
