RONIN
the dark star
"Well, the gods have only told us to build a stronghold and to bolster Stormbreak," Ronin points out with a gentle shrug. "No one has said for us to go and annihilate the Ascended, or butcher and waste the Hollowed Grounds." Perhaps they were all jumping ahead of themselves; perhaps they were blundering into murder and genocide, even, without direction from the gods at all.
He grumbles good-natured agreement at the reminder that the Greatwood really has very little to offer by way of strength, of bodies, of help, and it's with a groan that he laces an arm around Remi's waist, leaning in to kiss him. "You need help," he complains. "I should be there. With you."
Then they're at the border between the Greatwood and the Hollowed Grounds, Ronin gazing along the perimeter with a gentle nod. "So what's it going to be? A storm, like we went through before? A wall? What about that mist you were talking about? That's a pretty clear line."
He grumbles good-natured agreement at the reminder that the Greatwood really has very little to offer by way of strength, of bodies, of help, and it's with a groan that he laces an arm around Remi's waist, leaning in to kiss him. "You need help," he complains. "I should be there. With you."
Then they're at the border between the Greatwood and the Hollowed Grounds, Ronin gazing along the perimeter with a gentle nod. "So what's it going to be? A storm, like we went through before? A wall? What about that mist you were talking about? That's a pretty clear line."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
