Personal Quest rivers belong where they can ramble
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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Preliminary wood-gathering was a mundane, dull task, and ordinarily not something he’d start until mid-Leafchange, when the cold began to sink into bones, when the chill recalled, reminded, of what was to come. But living amongst Halo meant flattened tundras and wide-open plains of snow – not the seemingly everlasting heralds of timber. So the Sword figured he could start earning his keep, if he wasn’t permitted to do any council work until his affliction had seeped away, until the illness no longer ran rampant through his figure. Zuriel followed through portals this time, likely to keep a watch on him, as he pulled his cart along the Greatwood, tactfully striving to avoid the Hollowed Grounds altogether (a race of his pulse had started the moment he walked near, and he’d been half-tempted to fly over) and leave the wagon behind.

But familiar pathways, despite the labyrinthine quality of the copses, meant he made it to the Stonesong with several picked up branches, all newly fallen sticks and limbs, set to dry out in the remainder of LongHeat and into Leafchange, hopefully to be of proper use come Deepfrost. His eyes noted the low waterline though, for he’d swam in these depths before, and it had never been so diminished. Curiosity compelled, and he dropped the handle of the cart near a large boulder, certain not to forget its whereabouts, the inquiry insisting upon a march along the banks. The unicorn followed, sniffing, snorting, but otherwise just as uncertain.

On his movements though, picking his way through stones, he noticed another familiar figure, and a deep rumble exuded towards the Firebrand; bizarre, to have met up with him once more within such a short period of time. “We meet again.” As Loren was further up, he’d likely already discovered the cause, and the beast’s eyes narrowed, head tilted as he noted the collapse of the hillside, the bizarre dam. Had the rains been so heavy? Had the ground been so soft? “What did you find?”
Out of sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime


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rivers belong where they can ramble - by Loren - 10-18-2020, 10:57 PM
RE: rivers belong where they can ramble - by Deimos - 10-19-2020, 10:16 AM

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