[PQ] (SE, Open) defrosting

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Ningos seemed to be more trouble than they were worth – because he’d gladly spend some time hunting them all down one by one. But with the new season, new distractions, and the immense amount of relief in semblances of normalcy (whatever that happened to be now), had him motioning towards what Halo required. Flowerbirth was already distinctly different, and while the Sword could linger along the portals, and head towards the Hollowed Grounds and likely pick apart the rubble and destruction, it would be best to start here. He wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to see the blows and aftermath again anyway. Not at the moment. He noted Chulane’s request on the board instead, grabbing hold of the required tools. Mustering his incantations would likely be easier, but he could start on the physical means, muscle and might and brute force, before fire or other assemblages had to be implemented. So he arrived with all of that in tow, along with Zuriel (in case…they needed healing), Belial back along the barracks, likely annoying soldiers and guards. The beast offered a firm, steady nod in Chulane’s direction, and then hastening on the necessary means, began to dig into the snow. -- Deimos arrives with Zuriel and starts moving snow with his shovel. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace