[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame At last, “Tom” found some achievement in the measures against the hole. Thankfully, Amun could take hold of the reins, so to speak, as Sah’s efforts were in vain once more. Together, the void was patched – if a bit shifty looking. They’d likely need to tell the General about it before too long, so that maybe something could be constructed more efficiently. For the time being, it would remain, and Sah and the newfound Halovian they’d be able to interrogate, converse, and finally put the armory back together. The courier, Deimos, and the fellow soldiers would find their efforts rewarding. Piece by piece, they worked like a machine: while the recruits inspected holds, and found those needing to be replaced, the Sword created new grasps, and Talyson nailed them in place. “I put a new enamel on them,” he assured, with a light shrug, patting one, ensuring it was secured. “Hopefully it will last longer.” And not give way so readily, if he were absent once more. As for the chunk of the wall itself? “Ready some more nails, and we can see what can be done about the softened portions.” And he strode over to where it had been threatening to crumble, readying some earthen adornments to strengthen the threshold. -- While Sah’s rolls weren’t great, Amun has helped cover the hole. They can now work on putting things back in an organized fashion within the armory. Deimos, Talyson, and the NPC soldiers have successfully put together new holds in the climbing wall, and can now work on restoring the softened portions. No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace