[ OPEN ] the fate of the game is moving my way.

[nightwash]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & whoever
WHAT: A catch-all for the month!
WHERE: Castle Thorne
WHEN: Throughout February

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[nightwash]

"I'm doing all of it myself," Ronan clarifies. A statement delivered more like a shrug than a boast. He's perfectly aware his ability is a rare one, but it's in his nature. He was born with it. He doesn't need to brag about it any more than someone who was born with the ability to pick up a pencil and learned how to write with it.

"I don't have a lot of limits. What do you think would be cool and make you feel like a badass?"

[standvastig]

"Badass...?" He hadn't questioned the mention of 'smooth-brained' earlier, but this was another term that made it clear that Ronan did not hail from any place that Hendrik knew. With a shake of his head, he forces himself past that to instead focus on the heart of the question.

"I suppose a shield that would either deflect or absorb incoming magic would be best? That is what I recall being impressive in stories." Still, it is a wonder to think he is even describing this, as if ordering tools or horseshoes from a blacksmith. "This is a generous offer to make to someone you have just met. I do appreciate it."

[nightwash]

Ronan considers this for a moment. He doesn't like the idea of absorbing magic, having had quite a lot of terrible experiences with things that eat or nullify magic. That sounds like something that could easily slip into nightmare territory. But deflecting magic doesn't seem like it'll be an issue. He's pretty sure he could dream something like that without getting accidentally devoured.

"No problem," he says. "It's what I'm here for."