Deimos
The Sword didn’t expect the lengthy discourse on how a dragon had once been taken down, in another land, in another time, but he listened just the same. It sounded incredibly difficult, and required a massive amount of manpower that may not be available within Caido along stretches of strength and ability. He nodded along, giving it some thought – but not willing to go and rampage through the flying lizards himself either. They’d already lost enough people. “Are you hunting war criminals here too?” Had that been a part of the plan?
He continued scratching behind Belial’s ear until the companion became distracted by a lizard nearby, sauntering off with a hoot – Zuriel standing by, haughty and proud just the same as she tilted her head, as his eyes became more focused upon the priest. “I am not certain if anything can be done, unless there is some go-between, and even then, I doubt Ludo would like that either.” He wondered, albeit briefly, who the person could be – mind configuring back over to ghosts turned real and corporeal again at the festival those years ago. Maea, perhaps, who once coveted Ludo’s attentions so readily?
Mentions of the Sentinel of why that would be the case, seemed all the more obvious to the General. “Noah is the demigod of Vi.”
The mentions of Neron though, gave him pause, and he no longer leaned along his knees, sitting straight, spine unbending, unyielding, tones taking on a definitive note. “Do not say or do anything until we have given out our notices. I do not want any actions based on hearsay. Let us do our jobs first.” Any opportunities gone, any notions dashed, especially when he didn’t know what role Noah wanted him to play, or for the Hailstorm to slip away again, hidden and tucked into enigmas and parameters by his constituents.
He continued scratching behind Belial’s ear until the companion became distracted by a lizard nearby, sauntering off with a hoot – Zuriel standing by, haughty and proud just the same as she tilted her head, as his eyes became more focused upon the priest. “I am not certain if anything can be done, unless there is some go-between, and even then, I doubt Ludo would like that either.” He wondered, albeit briefly, who the person could be – mind configuring back over to ghosts turned real and corporeal again at the festival those years ago. Maea, perhaps, who once coveted Ludo’s attentions so readily?
Mentions of the Sentinel of why that would be the case, seemed all the more obvious to the General. “Noah is the demigod of Vi.”
The mentions of Neron though, gave him pause, and he no longer leaned along his knees, sitting straight, spine unbending, unyielding, tones taking on a definitive note. “Do not say or do anything until we have given out our notices. I do not want any actions based on hearsay. Let us do our jobs first.” Any opportunities gone, any notions dashed, especially when he didn’t know what role Noah wanted him to play, or for the Hailstorm to slip away again, hidden and tucked into enigmas and parameters by his constituents.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
