[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The combination of Sah and Amun (sorry, “Tom”) should’ve worked fluidly, given their abilities. However, for whatever reason, misfortune seemed to plague them as they attempted to work through the armory. Amun, despite his best efforts, tripped over another placement of armor (should be watching those feet!), and Sah’s wooden plank didn’t hold well either, refusing to hold one of the last screws, so it hung there, quite uselessly, beside the hole. Time to call reinforcements lads, or try something else? The soldiers and Talyson worked well together, incorporating age-old spites and pettiness into their targets. By the time they were all done, not only was there a small army of Nerons, and Sunjatas, but a particular array of the recruits’ opponents and adversaries too (the Sword could’ve sworn he saw a Morgan, Eirachi, and merchant features). Done with his armor, placing it aside for when the armory was complete, and seeing the courier had finished his task, Deimos muffled a round of laughter as he surveyed the effigies. “Well done,” by consideration, appeasing all of them with a nod of his head, and then beckoning them over to the climbing wall. “I can use you to help with replacing some portions of the wall,” because it’d been long enough for some holds to be restored. -- Amun and Sah had abysmal rolls and have been thwarted by either tripping over things, or their materials not holding. Tal and Deimos have finished on their respective tasks, and can start replacing some of the holds on the climbing wall. No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace