Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Deimos was far more used to fighting than running; analyzing tactics, machinating means to an end, and assisting comrades in skirmishes, battlefields, and crusades. Ingrained since childhood, and woven into multiple lives, it was not without much surprise that he’d dedicated his life to ensuring others wouldn’t be caught or snagged in dire, defenseless predicaments – but it meant the learning curves were often fierce. The Sword figured if they weren’t interested in what he had to teach, they wouldn’t keep returning.
“I have not tried it before,” he surmised – not believing the Bag of Holding to be a catch all. He’d had no need of it either, when he could simply control the elements at will. Considering, as he tossed another piece to the peryton, who never seemed to be full, measures in safety and exposure prompted notions and semblances in a corresponding rumble. “You could experiment with it in the greenhouse.” Going from extreme temperatures – noting the results without having to amble into the Climb first.
“I have not tried it before,” he surmised – not believing the Bag of Holding to be a catch all. He’d had no need of it either, when he could simply control the elements at will. Considering, as he tossed another piece to the peryton, who never seemed to be full, measures in safety and exposure prompted notions and semblances in a corresponding rumble. “You could experiment with it in the greenhouse.” Going from extreme temperatures – noting the results without having to amble into the Climb first.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
