DEIMOS
Success came in leaps and bounds; piled along organized weaponry. No slips and falls, no lack of strength, each worked well together to ensure security and protection. Deimos brushed away multitudes of snow and conjured away ice, layering the armaments upon the stone, as Alys and her helpers passed them along. Noah did much the same, and together the wall was completed again for another interval and cycle.Wiping his brow and gazing out over the horizon from his place on the structure, the change of the sun indicated they’d been at this for several hours now. Gazing at his constituents, and noticing some of the workers were fading, he opted to adjourn for the rest of the day. “There, well done. We can take a break now, and meet back at the northern wall tomorrow morning.” Granting a small smile to all in their party, they were permitted to disperse, rest, and take their afternoon and evening for their leisure.
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The following dawn, Deimos had already dragged supplies at the opening of the Citadel gate, surveying the weaponry needing to be replaced. He’d already set up a table nearby with refreshments of choice, thinking some of the crew may need to be motivated at the early hour, and waited for all of them to settle before starting in again.
Having snagged the ladder from their prior excursion and leaving it leaning against the wall once more (even if Noah could teleport, the rest couldn’t), he turned to them with an arched brow, breaking apart a portion of toast. “We need to take these weapons down,” pointing at the overhanging armaments. “And replace them.”
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One wall down, another to go! Help take down the weapons from the northern wall! No post order!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
