Beat Your Plowshares Into Swords and Your Pruning Hooks Into Spears

[tyrants_son]

WHO: Lord Felwinter and yooou
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Never send a warlord to do a gardener's job
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A



I. Pruning

Whatever's happened in their absence, it's an annoying setback. Clearly it's more than a case of overgrown weeds.

Stepping outside of the hangar, the warlord looks almost distastefully out at the transformed landscape. His hand curls into a fist before he forces it to loosen. No, he'd have to go about this more cautiously or he'd wear himself out.

"The Agrii were foolish to have us leave everything behind," he says lowly. Yet he's unsure what good any weapon that he currently possesses would do, but he'd still feel better having something.

Without looking back, he begins to step right into the midst of the overgrowth. He'll rip things apart by his hands if he has to, if it'll help to keep the hangar entrance clear for others. Carving a way back to the city and more importantly, the security tower, will likely take more creativity.


II. Trimming the Hedges

Night falls, and not all is peaceful. He can see the movement below, the strange plantlike creatures that prowl. He's unsure who else has become aware of these things, but then that's what brings him out along the rooftops. It's not something he needs to do, even though Tony's words come back to him like some unbidden mantra, but he wants to. Plants cannot stop metal, nor can they stand against fire and void. He has no great designs to think that he alone can drive away these invasive growths, but if he can whittle them away or keep someone from falling prey to these particularly threatening plantlife, then that is good enough for him.


III. Connect the Blocks, La-la-la-la

"I've seen this before..."

As much as he disliked troubling the Exo Hunter for something more suitable than a sidearm, Felwinter hated feeling indebted to him. Or maybe it was the grin that the other always wore whenever he came to ask about a weapon, an expression that came enviably easy to the Exo's face.

Just as quickly as the look of surprise when Felwinter took up the strange bit of painted stone that the Hunter had there on a table. There might have been some strange sense of pleasure in wiping the smug look off of his face, but his thoughts are mostly elsewhere.

His hand closes tightly around it, and he's out the window without another word even after Cayde's "HEY!", greatcoat fluttering after him as he drifts from the old clocktower and to the ground below.

"Who else has these," Felwinter asks himself, allowing himself another look at the piece before he begins to move onward.

Comments

[crystalmaster]

"... That is really messed up."

And then he processes the weirdest thing in all of that.

"... The moon screamed?!"

[tyrants_son]

"...yes."

Felwinter shifts uncomfortably. It sounds insane just to be saying it, but he knows what he'd seen and heard.

"...it had a face."

[crystalmaster]

"... So there really is a man in the moon here."

Just much weirder would things get?

[tyrants_son]

"...not necessarily. It was just for that particular storm." His shoulders droop with a sudden weariness. Weird did not even begin to cover things.

[crystalmaster]

"... It couldn't have been some kind of hallucination brought on by the storm?" Radley wonders.

[tyrants_son]

Felwinter shakes his head. "It's difficult to link that sort of response to a hallucination. Hallucinations can't possibly induce one to lose control of their power."

[crystalmaster]

"... Yeah, that's true. So I guess it was some unexplainable science-fiction turned fact or a magic thing." Which isn't satisfying in the least.

"How often do bizarre things happen?"

[tyrants_son]

"Too often."

Which in truth isn't terribly often, but when it does, it's more than enough to make up for when it doesn't.

Felwinter turns back towards the rest of the city. "...there is little between here and the rest of the northeastern quadrant. I think I will risk it. But beyond that, I'll leave it to others."

Fingers flex at his sides.

[crystalmaster]

Radley would likely agree with that assessment.

"Okay. Well, good luck. I'd ask if you need any help, but you seem like you have things well in hand."

[tyrants_son]

"It should give you at least some clearance enough towards the main roads. I can't be sure how much has overgrown the ruins, but it's best you make your way to the city square when you can."

Felwinter turns, looking up towards the hangar itself. Height would be best for this, especially if he wants to clear a larger area. He glances briefly at Radly before he leaps up and drifts towards the vine-covered rooftop of the hangar. It's not as high as he'd prefer, but it's better than nothing. Turning back towards the city itself, he makes some quick calculations.

[crystalmaster]

"Great. Thanks. Is that where everyone's planning to go?" He doesn't want to make that journey and find he's alone.

He stares in shock at these new power revelations. Well, that's definitely handy....

[tyrants_son]

"It is where everyone will eventually head. Most of the inhabited and used buildings are there," Felwinter replies.

He gives Radley a nod, and then launches himself into the air again, drifting up and up as though letting a breeze carry him. Raising a hand to his side, he begins to gather a ball of dark energy, like an inversion of light that begins to expand and crackle. By the time he sweeps his hand outwards to cast it off, the void sphere is enormous, easily half as large as their shuttles. It travels a lazy path towards the ground some mid-distance away before erupting into a large swirl of chaotic energies that surge through the surrounding plantlife.

When it finally dies down, it leaves a large swath of blackened plants and patches of the ground beneath it, visible.

Felwinter lands heavily from his earlier hover, dropping to a knee. There's a reason he doesn't use Nova Bomb so haphazardly, here.

[crystalmaster]

"Maybe I'll go with a group then." It's probably not safe to travel alone anyway.

He watches in shock and awe, and then concern when it wraps up. "Are you okay?!"

[tyrants_son]

Although clearly exhausted from the effort, Felwinter does not seem to be struggling to catch his breath. He does remain on the ground, a hand on his knee in an effort to stay upright. To Radley's inquiry he gives a curt nod.

"I...am fine. Or will be. I told you that my connection was strained."

[crystalmaster]

"You mean at full force it can do even more than that?!" Radley says in shocked amazement.

[tyrants_son]

"From great enough a height, ye. And I do not normally use this maneuver on plants," Felwinter says flatly.

[crystalmaster]

"Yeah.... With most plants you wouldn't need to," Radley says. "Well, thanks a lot for this! Are you coming to the city too?" Traveling with him certainly seems profitable and safe.

[tyrants_son]

Felwinter nods. "Yes. That is the plan." He's not sure what's to be done for something more physical and less energy-involving in regards to taking care of these plants, but he'll feel better at least having his weapons on him.

[crystalmaster]

"Cool. Maybe we could go together?"

[tyrants_son]

It's not hard to see that coming, but Felwinter sees no problem in it. Well, save for the fact that it will be slow going. He starts to push himself up to his feet, trying not to tip over.

"Very well..."

[crystalmaster]

Radley reaches to try to help him. "You should probably rest first...."

[tyrants_son]

If he offers any sort of support Radley will find that Felwinter's a lot more solid than his boney shoulders might suggest. The warlord is stubborn however, but he manages not to do more than sway just a little, at least for the moment.

"I'd rather not my efforts be for nothing, and I can't say for certain that things won't try to grow back so soon."

[crystalmaster]

Radley isn't too surprised at the solidness after seeing the man's strength, and he's relieved Felwinter isn't too off-balance.

"... Yeah, I could see that happening. Well, if you feel like starting out now, I'm ready."

[tyrants_son]

It's more a solidness of...metal. As though the man wore armor beneath that coat, which might be strange.

He doesn't truly feel like setting out, but he'd rather not waste the effort he's made. While his nod is firm, Felwinter's first step is hardly convincing as he nearly stumbles.

[crystalmaster]

Radley is definitely surprised by that when it dawns on him it feels metallic.

He frowns in concern. "... I guess there's nothing we could ride in to get there? A car or a speeder or something?