Deimos
The Sword had never been to this portion of the Climb – and the only evidence he gave were the sweeping peripherals, piercing-eyed scrutiny, and meticulous study as they stepped through. The heat was a feral reminder that the namesake didn’t signify great bounties like Frey’s Breath or the jewel-encrusted walls of Soulfire’s Reach – or even the Mountain’s Roar, with falls and leviathans.
Accustomed to fire, its dangers and its glory, the beast didn’t mind its presence, so much as it heeded its potential. Pulling back the layers of his tunic so that his arms were bare, rolling up his sleeves, he followed after Talyson, companions doing the same (save for Belial, who floated slightly above, as if testing out the thermals). The scale, of which he intended to pierce with magic at some point, rested in the pockets and folds of his own Bag of Holding, and the rest of his weaponry was safely lodged within himself.
Unbothered by the smoke and its furor, especially with some air machinations clearing his presence, the General surveyed the scene, gaze wandering back and forth to the outcropping, then to the lava. Listening to the plan, considering its weight and the machinations they’d formulated in past discussions, he could only arch his brow, and glance at the armaments the courier held. “Which do you intend to use?” A pause, a breath, weighing out the scruples of their latest hunt too. “And what will you do if you lure more than one?”
Accustomed to fire, its dangers and its glory, the beast didn’t mind its presence, so much as it heeded its potential. Pulling back the layers of his tunic so that his arms were bare, rolling up his sleeves, he followed after Talyson, companions doing the same (save for Belial, who floated slightly above, as if testing out the thermals). The scale, of which he intended to pierce with magic at some point, rested in the pockets and folds of his own Bag of Holding, and the rest of his weaponry was safely lodged within himself.
Unbothered by the smoke and its furor, especially with some air machinations clearing his presence, the General surveyed the scene, gaze wandering back and forth to the outcropping, then to the lava. Listening to the plan, considering its weight and the machinations they’d formulated in past discussions, he could only arch his brow, and glance at the armaments the courier held. “Which do you intend to use?” A pause, a breath, weighing out the scruples of their latest hunt too. “And what will you do if you lure more than one?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
