DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Quiet, methodical, footfalls meant to be hushed, even as they carried his towering form. Solid and stoic, hushed and tactical, he moved as if part of the backdrop, slowly and stealthily enough, even as he carried Seren on his back (meant to be weightless) and hopefully in proportions to silence. To remain undetectable; counterparts draped in invisibility. His bag of holding, containing multitudes of his magical items, also held vials of potions, sleeping, poison, and other multitudes, hoping he wouldn’t have to use any of them – tucked and wrapped, given to Seren to hold.
He effused calm and composure, even as his veins pulsed, even as some portions would always render drums of some other emotions in the back of his mind. Time and time again he’d orchestrated these means and measures, and it was just another round, another volley. He had to be cold. He had to be calculating. He had to be more than the restless punctures layering in his ribs. For Halo. For the people.
The soldier directed them through the open door. Not rapid movements, but cautious, as a hunter, a predator, might be. We are in he ghosted through the Attuned bond to both Noah and Ru – glad and content to see them (but incapable of anything else for now; it could all wait) – before striving for a corner, intending to tuck the other member of their party safely behind him. Once more, he considered his fellow compatriots. Can one of you shut the door?
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Deimos attempts to sneak him and Seren into the room undetected using his invisibility cloak. Deimos is carrying Seren (who is going to use her weightless ability), and Seren is hanging onto his bag of holding.
Other than his magical items, his bag of holding contains sleeping potions and poisonous potions, made here: unburned and alive.
Type: Grey
Invisibility Cloak | (Upgraded) Ornate, detailed cloak, that when worn, renders up to two individuals invisible.
He effused calm and composure, even as his veins pulsed, even as some portions would always render drums of some other emotions in the back of his mind. Time and time again he’d orchestrated these means and measures, and it was just another round, another volley. He had to be cold. He had to be calculating. He had to be more than the restless punctures layering in his ribs. For Halo. For the people.
The soldier directed them through the open door. Not rapid movements, but cautious, as a hunter, a predator, might be. We are in he ghosted through the Attuned bond to both Noah and Ru – glad and content to see them (but incapable of anything else for now; it could all wait) – before striving for a corner, intending to tuck the other member of their party safely behind him. Once more, he considered his fellow compatriots. Can one of you shut the door?
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Deimos attempts to sneak him and Seren into the room undetected using his invisibility cloak. Deimos is carrying Seren (who is going to use her weightless ability), and Seren is hanging onto his bag of holding.
Other than his magical items, his bag of holding contains sleeping potions and poisonous potions, made here: unburned and alive.
Type: Grey
Invisibility Cloak | (Upgraded) Ornate, detailed cloak, that when worn, renders up to two individuals invisible.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
