Deimos
The reverberations chiseled against his throat; like a scratching, clawing noose, until the memories faded, down, down, down, smothered and whole into the gnarled scars of his bones. A retreat, maybe, and for a moment they were allowed to breathe.
“Everyone all right?” An assessment he hadn’t made on himself, but one could pretend, for just a second, while they recovered and etched out what to do next. Recover? Move on? Find some other semblances of clues?
Deimos glanced down only briefly, and in that interim of time, Noah must have seen something. His head whipped upward, eyes narrowing, immediately drawn into some level of movement and motion.
Glints of scales. Hovering beyond, the fog growing thirty feet out from where his and Ru’s powers rested. His jaw clenched, as if he should’ve known. “Lamplighters.” Things began clicking into place, one by one by one, as his deep, rumbling voice persisted, continued. “They use memories to lure others,” out into the wilds of the swamp.
And he had no intention of being amidst the taken and ensnared.
“We need to get rid of them,” because he had a feeling, deep down, that they were only the crux of the issue. “If you do not wish to do so,” for he understood the nature of their weaponry to be heinous, and had no intention of putting anyone unwilling through that again, “You can stay in the house.” Swallowing down any bile, he advanced, a promise on his tongue. “I will keep the fog at bay,” and anything else he could unfurl.
Then his long strides carried him towards the fish.
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Noah has spotted a cluster of lamplighters! Deimos has begun to move towards them, keeping the fog at bay.
Your characters may go help attack or seek safety in Mildew’s house.
No post order!
“Everyone all right?” An assessment he hadn’t made on himself, but one could pretend, for just a second, while they recovered and etched out what to do next. Recover? Move on? Find some other semblances of clues?
Deimos glanced down only briefly, and in that interim of time, Noah must have seen something. His head whipped upward, eyes narrowing, immediately drawn into some level of movement and motion.
Glints of scales. Hovering beyond, the fog growing thirty feet out from where his and Ru’s powers rested. His jaw clenched, as if he should’ve known. “Lamplighters.” Things began clicking into place, one by one by one, as his deep, rumbling voice persisted, continued. “They use memories to lure others,” out into the wilds of the swamp.
And he had no intention of being amidst the taken and ensnared.
“We need to get rid of them,” because he had a feeling, deep down, that they were only the crux of the issue. “If you do not wish to do so,” for he understood the nature of their weaponry to be heinous, and had no intention of putting anyone unwilling through that again, “You can stay in the house.” Swallowing down any bile, he advanced, a promise on his tongue. “I will keep the fog at bay,” and anything else he could unfurl.
Then his long strides carried him towards the fish.
--
Noah has spotted a cluster of lamplighters! Deimos has begun to move towards them, keeping the fog at bay.
Your characters may go help attack or seek safety in Mildew’s house.
No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
