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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
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#1

Deimos the Reaper
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place

This world was full of stories and legends: he appreciated it, in a small, subtle way, because Isilme had been the same. Their tales had been ripe with dragons and warfare, hatred and venom, vehemence and hostility, acrimony and vigilance. It’d been family against family, race against race, hatred spread and the source forgotten – too long in the reaches of folds and tapestries. Here, beyond the shadows of other moments, there seemed to be fixtures on animals and their abilities – he’d been intrigued by the luxere and their glow (for none had been in Isilme), and now, rumors of the Spark Bird held his attention.

But he’d always been drawn to fire, since the moment his father first showed him the might and dominion of an inferno; the embers had twinkled in his piercing eyes, and he’d been illuminated, beguiled, allured.

The perch had already been constructed. He stared at it, tilted his head, and then grew closer to study its build, structure, and capability. They’d worked hard, deep holes embedded in the ground, long, tall beams meant for a massive bird to settle. But apparently it’d been years since the flying beast had managed to land amidst its believers and brethren; so was it mere rumor, happenstance, or a myth, whittled along through the ages by word of mouth and chicanery? Some part of him yearned for it to be grounded in reality, for what a sight it would’ve been (brawn and strength, lit by combustion and flames).

So Deimos intended to do his part, and lifted the sack he carried off his shoulders, sat it on the ground while he poured through the contents. He hadn’t been exactly sure what fire birds liked, so he’d managed to garner little bits and pieces of everything: a few berries, smaller portions of deer meat, and a couple of ivory stones that had been cast alight in the glimpse of the moon. His hands pried each of these items from his satchel, and laid them carefully below the perch, intending to assist in enticing the fabled bird to appear.



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{Open thread for ritual partaking/leaving stuff for the Spark Bird!}
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

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#2

If the gods were real, she was certain that the legends of the birds had to have been true at least at some point. And yet despite hearing all about the rituals and things that they did, she didn’t know what the Spark bird liked. She tried to think of common things that other birds liked – things to build up its nest and things to eat, and she packed herself with those things just in case. Some broken apart tufts of fur, some wool, some sticks and nice rocks to pack a nest with. She also brought some food, some seeds from around Caido and other various berries she could leave as an offering.

She had decided to spend Longnight at the bar with all the others, and figured that amassing so much food was basically useless for her if she was going to be surrounded by many other people and not alone – so she could spare sharing the rest with the Spark Bird. What she didn’t plan on, was coming across Deimos yet again. He approached the constructed perch, seeming to inspect it and how it was put together while she hurried closer to him – drawing her scarf around her neck tighter. She still hadn’t reached him by the time he had laid out his offerings, and she found herself slowly lowering her pack as she approached to do the same.

Hoping the Spark Bird appears?” She hummed to him with a tilt of her head and offering a quiet smile before she dropped her sack at her feet and rummaged through it as well. She laid out the sticks on the base, adding the scraps of wool and tufts of fur to the middle and adding a couple other sticks on top in an effort to keep the wind from blowing the items away. Next to it was where she’d place the berries before turning to look back at her friend with a bright smile. “Thank you for the wood, by the way. What are you doing for Longnight?” She asked him with another tilt of her head.
time stops still and lends you hope
that hazy due, so black so blue
wash away that fear, a cloud of smoke
whatever lets you cope
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#3

Deimos the Reaper
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place

The Reaper failed to become a taut, brutal force the moment he sensed another was nearby; Rexanna’s presence was familiar, comfortable, and he didn’t have to shove up a thousand walls or unattainable outreaches. It was balming and calming, and without having to draw his guard up, he could continue his actions without too many explanations or absurdities. His piercing eyes slated over to hers, turning his head a little to regard her, before administering his attention back to the wares he’d laid against the perch. “Perhaps,” he hinted, a ghost of a smile nestled in the corner of his lips. “Curiosity compelled me.” After all, he’d seen dragons loom over Isilme, companions to those chosen and blessed, and some potent, powerful legendary beings sailing between heaven, earth, and hell. He’d seen monsters spiral out of the denizens of the earth and cast their invocations, their malice, their menace. He’d seen warriors rise from their graves and ride out towards one last victory. The thought of a gigantic bird with embers and flames in its tresses didn’t sound like the most ridiculous thing; but once he started seeing anything and everything, he wanted to see it all.

“You are welcome,” he bowed his head briefly, nodding to her, and then rose from where he’d straightened out the offerings. Something struck him; because it felt like he was leaving a proffering for a deity, and he thought about sneering and turning the whole thing away, trashing the things he’d gathered, unleashing some rampant anger on a being that had nothing to do with his rage. He eased a breath and focused on the here and now, unfurrowing his brows, retreating from the spot, so the familiarity of the begging and pleading stopped, and he could swallow down the years of bile and gnarled, rotten memories. “I may stay at home. I may not.” He shrugged, for he hadn’t had much of a plan in accordance to LongNight (which was bizarre; considering how easily he machinated, schemed, and developed calculations). “And you?”


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Rexanna
Rexanna De Rosieres
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Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

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#4

Deimos spoke to her and she nodded though whether he saw it or not was a different story. She had to agree – she was curious what kind of creature the Spark Bird was and whether or not it made a difference here. But the Luxere were real and perhaps the Spark Bird was just a bit more… hidden than the others. And the Naturals within the bubble had decided it was a big deal to make the perch for it, so who was she to judge?

As he rose after he laid out his offerings, she did the same once she had finished hers and followed him a distance away from the perch with her bag over her arm. But he asked her what her plans were for Longnight and she shrugged lightly. “I thought about staying home too, but the Rathskeller is open and I’ll probably go there. Safety in numbers I suppose.” She added with a quiet hum, eyeing him curiously. “You should come there too. It’s apparently quite dangerous out there during Longnight.” She said with a quiet hum and a roguish smile, knowing that the Deimos she had known in another life would either brood or relish in the darkness.

She hoisted her bag a bit more onto her back and laced her other arm through one of the handles as she looked back to the Perch with a quiet huff of air. “I’m bringing some of the wood and some food I gathered there just in case.
time stops still and lends you hope
that hazy due, so black so blue
wash away that fear, a cloud of smoke
whatever lets you cope
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#5

Deimos the Reaper
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place

He often lived for danger – it’d been his occupation for years, unrelenting and vicious, pummeling headfirst in vicious, violent acrimony, swinging a cutlass, brandishing a sword, cutting down enemies one by one. But the concept, the notion, of being stuck inside his own house for two weeks was even unsettling to him; he wouldn’t be permitted to roam and brood and wander to his heart’s content without something attempting to cut him down. The Reaper understood strength in numbers; it’d been their creed, their pledge, their vows and assurances in the deepest, thickest contortion of battles, when bodies recoiled and desired upheaval just as plainly as the rest of them. The Reaper mulled it over, lips drawn into a thin line. The drawback was there would likely be a ton of people, strangers, unfamiliar beasts and fiends that he didn’t truly wish to associate with (and them likewise towards him; it was inevitable). Maybe he’d be able to linger in the corner and be drunk for the entire LongNight, be left to his own devices – and he quirked a brow at Rexanna, amusing himself with the thought of staring into space and brooding over the past while the rest of the void hollered and howled. “I will consider it.” He shrugged, and thought of the things at his home he’d have to take and gather, at least provide some semblance of materials for fuel, light, and food, if there was to be a massive gathering. “I have some wood and venison I could bring.”

His piercing eyes glanced back at the perch, surrounded by its goods and artifacts, the hope shading the strange, reverential dominance of its existence. Deimos supposed they were done here; nothing more could be committed. The great bird wouldn’t fly down to greet them in a ring of fire (though it’d be enticing and alluring). “I can walk you home if you are ready.”



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Rexanna
Rexanna De Rosieres
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Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

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#6

She grinned to him when he mentioned that he’d think about it. Nodding in response, she cleared her throat and gestured toward the Tavern. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate anything. They didn’t say to bring anything, just that the doors would be open. But I’m coming with extras just in case.” She hummed to him with a small wink and a huff of laughter. She looked back at him though as his eyes slipped back to the perch and she followed his gaze with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Though she asked nothing, instead she bobbed her head to him in a grateful way at his offer. “That would be lovely. I can start a fire if you want to just rest a bit. Might have some food for lunch too if you’re hungry.” She offered with a raised eyebrow before turning toward her home and pausing in step for him to catch up. Her home wasn’t far – in fact he already knew where it would be. He had helped her bring the wood he’d chopped home before. This was a far easier task with no sled to have to trudge through the snow, dirt, and mud.
time stops still and lends you hope
that hazy due, so black so blue
wash away that fear, a cloud of smoke
whatever lets you cope


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