DEIMOS
MASTER OF NOTHING PLACE
The world divided itself, and he didn’t know where to stand. It had happened before; there was always some political motion that some agreed upon and others didn’t. Kingdoms rose and fell with the gnashing of turbulent teeth and the strength, ferocity, of infernal convictions. Crusades and campaigns were launched on simple misgivings and broken promises. He could understand those nuances and notions, try as he might to avoid them entirely. The warrior based his operations solely on meticulous efforts with actions and maneuvers: preferred a battlefield over diplomacy, a range of savagery and destruction that could only be found on vicious assaults and sieges; everyone on the same, level playing ground, armed with purpose, with machinations, with daring. Isilme had its moments of hatred and depravity, had its flickering lights dim, had its shadow creep and crawl, had its rituals torn asunder and annihilated. But here, in Caido, where he was amongst and amidst the annals of ignorance, where he simply fought to have his head above water, he’d been branded lesser and the fool because he’d come here after them. Outlander; like it was a disease, like he’d chosen to sink himself into a sovereignty that detested his existence for merely breathing. He’d done his best, in only way the Reaper could, to assimilate, to comprehend, to survive, and hardly anything else had come after. It’d been about exploration, but chiefly about persevering, about enduring, about fortitude and might; no menace, no malice, no brandished history once sculpted and molded through his spine, his limbs, his heart, his lungs, his soul. So now what? What was the point? The purpose? What were they supposed to do? Ronin had died. The Spire Monster had been destroyed. The Spire still stood there, proud and beckoning for their hands to rip it apart. Some wanted out. Some wanted in. Some feared change. Some craved it with open arms. Deimos stood outside his house and piled more pieces of wood beneath the morning sun, hands busy, muscles in use, striving to come up with a plan, a means, a mission for himself and the others messily scattered in the aftermath. He’d asked what any of them wanted, and it hadn’t mattered; echoing back to him in silence, in hushed, quiet, voids. Perhaps they hadn’t longed to voice them. Maybe they didn’t have anything at all – only contempt, only hypocrisy, only madness stored in their throats, driven out of their bodies when men fell and consequences were rendered. The refrain started again, chilled its way through his mind, constant, one of those unwinding, uncoiling barbs pressing into his thoughts until that’s all it was – a refrain, a reverberation, a replica. What will you do now? OF RECOIL AND GRACE |
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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03-17-2019, 07:12 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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03-18-2019, 04:07 AM
REXANNA paint my spirit gold The events of what transpired with the Spire Demon and the Outlander group that set out to destroy it, still had her reeling a bit. The more she tried to contemplate it, the more frustrated and angry she became. With how it happened, how it ended, how she became the target when she’d done nothing but stand next to someone she had thought of as a friend. And then grown angrier when Deimos’ own questions had gone unanswered, level headed and important in their own rights. It was as she was returning to the Domiciles, heading somewhere (she didn’t know where yet, perhaps a place to scream into the abyss like under the bone bridge), when she came across Deimos outside of his home.She waited for a moment as he stacked wood, watching him briefly before deciding to approach. She didn’t have a smile this time, and her words weren’t laced with any innuendo or flirtatious tones. And the way the morning sun hit her skin was full of radiance in a way that made her appear as though some kind of frustrated, angry version of a god. But she didn’t know, instead her sapphire gaze was focused on Deimos and the anger from within her and the And while Deimos might not have been the best target for it, the man she knew was a man of little words, but they had always been needed. Calming. True. She came up to him with a small wave and looked to the pile of wood. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” She asked him, for the first time being blunt in her life – no small hello’s and chit chat, nonsense to waste away the day before getting to the nitty gritty. “I want to talk about it.” She said with a huff of a laugh, but she wasn’t certain if it was actual humor or a huff of frustration. the Resurrected Sword
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03-19-2019, 11:33 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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03-21-2019, 03:21 AM
REXANNA paint my spirit gold Rexanna knew deep down that if anyone would want to listen to her, to debate with her over the absurdity of the situation, it would be Deimos. It was probably why her feet had taken her unbeknownst to her toward the larger, taller, brooding man. But she didn’t complain when he told her to go ahead, instead it panged at something deep from that other life. As if they had done this before – some kind of injustice that demanded their attention and contemplation. As if they had stood around the mountain tops with the aurora overhead and spoke of anything and everything relating to incidents.This time, it felt comfortable and calm. And she let her gaze slip from Deimos to the wood for a brief moment as she figured out how to speak what she wanted to. “I agree with Rory to an extent.” She began quietly, that storm continuing to brew below. Down, down, down, until she was able to grab ahold of it and pull it up. “But to start something like this, it’s uncalled for. What we needed to do was to have another meeting between people, to talk about what to do now.” She huffed, glancing back up to Deimos and his unreadable face – a face that had always been such in her memories and her time here. “But now, I don’t think there’s any possibility of that happening? They guard the Spire to prevent those from entering.” There was a growl that laced her words as she thought about that day where an Outlander had died to defeat the Demon. And now, now that it was defeated, they wanted to avoid the inevitable. She sighed, her gaze dropping. “And you had calm, calculating questions that went unanswered in the face of all of the anger and separation.” She spoke almost sadly about it. “What do we do?” the Resurrected Sword
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03-22-2019, 10:01 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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03-23-2019, 01:55 AM
REXANNA paint my spirit gold “But it is too late.” Came Deimos’ deep voice, and she nodded with a sigh. It was too late, too late to change everything. Too late to prevent Ronin and the group descending on the Spire Demon. Too late to prevent Ronin’s death and the Spire Demons. Perhaps it was better to leave it the way it was, to remain in the bubble if it meant war wouldn’t spark upon them. If it meant Ronin was still around to care for his beautiful child.Or perhaps, she could imagine it with Ronin like a martyr of sorts. And perhaps that is why the Naturals had grown so upset. An Outlander team, killing the Spire Demon and either rescuing them or damning them all. Would they have been as upset if a group of Naturals had done it? Her brows furrowed as she considered Deimos’ question. “I think perhaps had it been the Naturals, there would be no upset. The Outlanders would have supported them.” She contemplated, tilting her head as her sapphire gaze lingered on the logs that Deimos was stacking. “But the Naturals had tried so many times before and failed and felt no need to continue.” She finally put together the words before her mind kicked off again. “But it was Outlanders, and maybe they fear the idea that we want to be praised for it. That they had tried so many times and failed, to have a group of us fight it and win.” She considered the thought again before she looked back and caught Deimos’ own ocean gaze. “I think we need to talk to someone that was there for it.” She said, a wolfish smile growing on her face as she moved to Deimos and tried to grab ahold of his arm, uncertain if he’d come with her. “Safrin might be more willing to talk about it than Frey, so we will try to get her at a different shrine.” She said thoughtfully while she tried to tug on Deimos’ broad arm. She glanced up to him then, deciding that she certainly didn’t want to summon Frey with Deimos if she ever wanted to be friends with him again. And besides, she’d never met Safrin before. the Resurrected Sword
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03-23-2019, 11:53 AM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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03-23-2019, 05:58 PM
REXANNA paint my spirit gold She nodded to Deimos as he spoke, of the fear and almost desperation that coated the Natural’s poisoning barbs. They were scared, and she understood that. But Rexanna had been scared many times in her life because of changes and uncertainties. But she was still alive, better for learning from her experiences and if she had a choice, she’d be willing to explore the outside of the barrier. She had already told Bastien she would go with him. And she planned to keep that promise.Soon, she was tugging on him and captured an almost desperate question. Her hand stilled as she realized he didn’t want to meet any of the gods. Had seen the flicker of anger in his eyes when she first told him of Frey. And suddenly, she felt sad for wanting him to come. But she didn’t see any other way; and thought that having more than one of them might make it more likely for the gods to come to them. Perhaps they wouldn’t, and Deimos could breathe a sigh of relief. Or perhaps they did and told them to remain within the barrier, to not have it lost because of some kind of foe. Invader. Destroyer. She sighed slightly through her nose as she looked up to her friend with a frown crossing her face. “I think it is the only way.” She answered him simply. “Nobody has said they’ve found anything from the library. The only other option is to see what they have to say.” Her frown deepened for a brief moment as she patted his arm. “They might not even answer, but I think it’s worth the risk.” She finally said, eyes a bit pleading. She needed to know, needed to see if there was anything they could do within their own rights. Needed everyone to see each other’s side and move on from there. Why else would they go? Taking his hand gently, she offered him a small soft smile. “Come on, we’ll go to a different shrine and see who comes.” She said simply, as if the task was just that. But it wasn’t, and she began to walk. She only hoped it was a good idea. the Resurrected Sword
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Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 73 - Endr: 74 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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