Hazy Shade of Winter

[tyrants_son]

WHO: Lord Felwinter and others
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: The warlord keeps busy.
WHEN: Mid to late January
WARNINGS: TBA
NOTES: Will match pose format



The Forge (for Tony)
It was not without some resignation that the warlord made his way towards the edge of the city where the man Tony Stark had laid claim to the local forge. But with such a specific need, one could not be picky, and the man did decent work so far as he could tell. The snowmen out front were however another story.

The trio of shapes seemed haphazardly packed together from the pink snow, heads listing to the side, barely balanced but somehow still remaining in their places. Twigs, rocks and leaves made up the barest of details. Felwinter regarded these strange snow beings that stood sentry not far from the mostly hidden path winding off towards Tony's domain, his Ghost giving a shrug as she floated beside him.

They continued onwards, listening for the telltale sounds that would verify whether Tony was present and at work or not, although Felspring would be able to detect any presences soon enough.


Security Station (Open)
Given how rare it appeared anyone else ventured to the station and its adjacent tower, the snow coating the road out front was hardly traversed, and depending on the most recent snowfall, bore perhaps only one set of fresh tracks.

It wasn't as though the warlord made it well-known where he had chosen to shelter, but he did not expect to receive any guests either- not that it was an easy feat considering the elevator to the topmost floor where he dwelled was non-functional. Despite Wanda's suggestions, he had only gone so far as to fix up one of the offices just below as a more privately enclosed space to rest, although he still hadn't bothered with a bed. He felt better with a wall at his back.

One might catch him coming or going from the station, usually early or later in the day.


Diner (Open)
This wasn't a place Felwinter tended to frequent. It however seemed an ideal place as any to stockpile firewood should anyone need it, and since he was unfamiliar with the methods of how people cooked here, he might also think that they were restricted to cookfires as those back home. There was a neat stack of wood set up just outside the door, and some stacked within against a wall where it wouldn't be in anyone's way.

If one didn't come across the warlord as he carried a fresh load on his back as he returned from the woods, then they might find him piling the logs outside or within.

Comments

[plate_builder]

"If Void devours what it touches, how can it heal?"

Yes, he believed there were edge cases, but he still was curious about it.

[tyrants_son]

"Regeneration. If I do not cast out a Void grenade, I can absorb it. Anything I destroy subsequently restores me." It probably sounded horrifying, but he would not sugarcoat the affinities of the Void. "But ultimately all my powers are from the Light, and from that I can create a well of healing that will affect all within its radius."

[plate_builder]

Well that's... interesting. But yes, slightly scary. Though... He could see some positive functions of that.

"That's a valuable thing," Reeve said. "In fact, I feel even more comforted that you joined us in the caves then."

[tyrants_son]

It also basically disintegrated his enemies. At least most of the collateral damage he had caused to unfortunate lobsters and fish in the shallows by the beach when he'd been testing his Nova Bomb had been cleared out by tide and scavengers by now.

Felwinter nodded. "I just wished to help."

[plate_builder]

Yes, that was a lucky thing to have happen. But that still earned a nod of approval.

"You gave me comfort in your presence. That was a help."

[tyrants_son]

"I am glad to hear it, then." It meant much simply for the two to have sought him out to see how he was doing. It was more of a relief knowing that there were people here whom Felwinter could actually trust.

[plate_builder]

"Now," Reeve said, looking down to Mini and offering his hand to the doll. "I do not wish to have us impose on you too much. I can't imagine someone living here is one seeking large amounts of visitors."

[tyrants_son]

"It is no imposition," Felwinter said with a shake of his head. "I am ill-equipped to receive guests, but I never really anticipated having any." Not that the space he particularly chose was open to it. It did make him wonder if he should at least try to fix up something in the lower levels.

"But you surely must have other business. Thank you for taking the time to seek me out."

[plate_builder]

"I always have other business," Reeve answered with a smile. "Thank you, for speaking to us."

[tyrants_son]

The warlord bowed his head, stepping aside to see them off. He felt a little 'lighter' somehow for their visit. Perhaps things would be all right.