DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Well, that didn’t work.
The vines rankled around him and he fought off a sneer with vivid nonchalance – a breath, then stilling, reticent, another void. He’d been tethered like this before, and it didn’t bring back pleasant memories; nor did the measures of impending doom, or the fact that he had to convince a goddess not to devour him.
His gaze went to Mildew, very briefly, as she offered some measure of advice – except he was a creature who never found himself worthy of anything. Always the first to protect. Always the first to shield. Self-preservation never at its finest, and to consider himself valuable enough to even begin thinking he was on par with Ronin or Remi was ludicrous.
As seen, even now, when he didn’t quite measure up to anyone’s esteem.
Forged steel and resolve, his eyes went back to the Mathair. “I have a task from Safrin that I need to complete.” Could the herald find someone else to do it? Absolutely. Would he like to accomplish it anyway? Yes. But it was the truth, and all he had – save for assaults –
Though the gore crow’s sudden presence counter-acted the notions he was going to try, and meandered straight into Attuned measures. More and more and more, the Sword attempted to summon an entire flock for the Mathair to consume, joining the other. An appeasement, a distraction.
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Deimos attempts to summon a flock of gore crows to appease/distract/or for the Mathair to eat.
Beastmaster | can compel any animal for assistance (6 large, 12 medium, or 20 small)
The vines rankled around him and he fought off a sneer with vivid nonchalance – a breath, then stilling, reticent, another void. He’d been tethered like this before, and it didn’t bring back pleasant memories; nor did the measures of impending doom, or the fact that he had to convince a goddess not to devour him.
His gaze went to Mildew, very briefly, as she offered some measure of advice – except he was a creature who never found himself worthy of anything. Always the first to protect. Always the first to shield. Self-preservation never at its finest, and to consider himself valuable enough to even begin thinking he was on par with Ronin or Remi was ludicrous.
As seen, even now, when he didn’t quite measure up to anyone’s esteem.
Forged steel and resolve, his eyes went back to the Mathair. “I have a task from Safrin that I need to complete.” Could the herald find someone else to do it? Absolutely. Would he like to accomplish it anyway? Yes. But it was the truth, and all he had – save for assaults –
Though the gore crow’s sudden presence counter-acted the notions he was going to try, and meandered straight into Attuned measures. More and more and more, the Sword attempted to summon an entire flock for the Mathair to consume, joining the other. An appeasement, a distraction.
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Deimos attempts to summon a flock of gore crows to appease/distract/or for the Mathair to eat.
Beastmaster | can compel any animal for assistance (6 large, 12 medium, or 20 small)
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
