[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos The Sword laughed, placing his blade back into his belt, permitting the sound to echo and traverse along the sands. “The longer you are here, the stronger you become.” Or so it seemed (and the massive stat differentials between the pair). He couldn’t be too certain on the designation of Accepted and their power – perhaps more with summoning their chosen deities or gaining an upper hand in weaponry. And while he chiseled the latter armaments from his own creation incantations, he listened to Darkeye’s scruples on the subject of spears. Though he had range in his enchantments, and the skill with his bow, there would be no harm done in gaining another. He liked the notion of skewering something, or multiple purposes to one devise being flung into the air. Once he completed two spears, he handed one to Darkeye, and attempted to maneuver into the correct standing position, hopefully aligning himself with the already-fashioned target. “Like this?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime