Key Quest all the triumph overhead, disaster underneath
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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DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
Strung together in silence, in stealth, the monolith stood ramrod still as Hotaru shared her experiences. There was a tightening of his jaw, a clenching of his fists underneath cloak and fabric and darkness, managing to keep a lid on the sudden rage. He knew better. The Flood’s actions always seemed to spurn some manner of abhorrence as of late; but the moments were gone. Nothing to be done. Finite. They had other notions to carry on within.

He took a breath, then listened to Morgan’s speech, waiting for something to flare against his chest, where the pendant rested. But naught substantial – either too much was said, the statements long and difficult to parse for the object, or they were woven in veracity and candor. No lies, he offered to Noah and Hotaru.

But then, where to go from here?

The calculations spun, and his eyes went to the shut door, the windows along the office. Keep her talking measured in Attuned bonds and rumbles. Distractions and deterrents while he set up some defensive procedures – briefly, obnoxiously, patting Seren on the head in some manner of reassurance. Ask how she wants to involve the Voice. Or about Neron. Anything to delay, stall, and grant them more information.

Thereafter, he began to unfurl earthen enchantments. Very carefully, slowly, the Sword intended to orchestrate them from the bottom of the door and upwards; vines, roots, stones, and rock pillars, to ensure no one could enter. Or leave.


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Deimos tells Noah and Hotaru to continue distracting Morgan, while he tries to use his Mastered Earth to wall up/seal the office door off.

Earth Manipulation: Can create and control the earth. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered

Other than his magical items, his bag of holding contains sleeping potions and poisonous potions, made here: unburned and alive

Magical Items currently on him:

Type: Grey
Bag of Holding | A bag that can hold an infinite number of items, so long as they fit within the bag's 3ft x 3ft opening. The bag always feels nearly weightless, but always looks about 75% full.

Type: Dark
Ascended Sword | Made from starlight and ascended-fluid, this blade can kill an ascended instantly (with permission); in PQ+/KQs the blade's damage increases the more ascended fluid it sheds. Is particularly lethal to Samuel Wordsworth.

Type: Grey
Invisibility Cloak | (Upgraded) Ornate, detailed cloak, that when worn, renders up to two individuals invisible.

Type: Dark
Bone Ear-Cuffs (pair) | When worn by two individuals, communication is possible between them regardless of distance. Conversations are opened and closed by reciting the individual's full name.

Type: Grey
Truth Pendant (Basic) | Will pulse with warmth when a lie is spoken within 5ft. If a character is speaking, it cannot reliably be used to pick out specifically what they are saying is a lie, if multiple claims are uttered.

Type: Grey
Bag of Silence (upgraded): A sturdy canvas bag, around six feet tall when closed. At Deimos’s mental command, the bag becomes invisible and completely soundproof. Made by Deimos.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead


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RE: all the triumph overhead, disaster underneath - by Deimos - 07-03-2021, 12:31 PM

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