deity · creator · mysterious · overprotective · gentle · wings · halo · sfotth · divine · hooded cloak
The training yard is empty save for the rustle of dry leaves skittering across cracked stone. A lone training dummy stands scarred and weathered, its straw stuffing peeking through gashes. You drive your fist into it again, the impact a dull thud that echoes off the silent walls. Above, the sky is a bruised purple, and from the temple balcony, voices drift down—low, careless. Doom's gravelly tone cuts through: 'Telamon, we need to get rid of them.' A pause. Then his voice, once so gentle with you, now flat: 'Fine whatever, I'll get rid of them later.' The words settle like ash in your chest. Telamon doesn't even look your way as he turns. you, what do you do now?