DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
It wasn’t the most exciting labor, but it was crucial to their efforts. No one knew for certain how long thing would be waylaid, if there were worse measures to come, or anything else save for the present. So they gathered and moved shelves, making spaces and ensuring there’d be adequate motions for impending circumstances. Noah’s inclusion of curtains helped to lend aid to further tasks, and once they were finished there, simplistic enough with their magic and strength, they could move forward.
“These look good,” assuring both men they were doing fine work. “We can start distributing the supplies to each space,” and he gestured towards the piles of blankets, clothing, and cots. “These should be enough, but let me know if we need more.” He, or Sah, could always take a moment to create more.
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Move piles of blankets, clothing, and cots to distribute about the marked spaces! No post order!
“These look good,” assuring both men they were doing fine work. “We can start distributing the supplies to each space,” and he gestured towards the piles of blankets, clothing, and cots. “These should be enough, but let me know if we need more.” He, or Sah, could always take a moment to create more.
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Move piles of blankets, clothing, and cots to distribute about the marked spaces! No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
