DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Concentration honed – easy when it was just them and the rest of the workers hustling through. Sah’s blankets were executed well, Deimos maneuvered and re-supplied where need be, and Noah’s ministrations were up to the task. It permitted the Sword a brief moment to furrow his brows at the Attuned inquiries, parsing through the hordes of letters he’d received. Torchline was devastated, being in the wake of the meteor crashing. The Grounds, Stormbreak, and King’s End seem to be all right. according to Kiada, Sunjata, and Sohalia. He’d heard nothing from the Greatwood though – either not to be surprised or on par with how they worked.
He nearly opened his mouth to suggest their next round of motions, when citizens began trickling in through the door. Some were quiet, subdued, and shocked, others openly sobbing, and the reel of the moment maneuvered him towards those familiar, presuming Sah and Noah would follow. “What do you need?” seemed to be recurring rumble in his throat, but no less necessary, for this would only be the beginning.
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The housing spaces are good to go, but some Halovian citizens have arrived early. Talk to them and see what they require!
Choices are:
- Mrs. Took – wife of the very grumpy butcher Mr. Took
- Dorothea Banks and her brood of children
- Mrs. Knotwise – often confused, good cook
Deimos will take whichever has not been chosen. No post order!
He nearly opened his mouth to suggest their next round of motions, when citizens began trickling in through the door. Some were quiet, subdued, and shocked, others openly sobbing, and the reel of the moment maneuvered him towards those familiar, presuming Sah and Noah would follow. “What do you need?” seemed to be recurring rumble in his throat, but no less necessary, for this would only be the beginning.
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The housing spaces are good to go, but some Halovian citizens have arrived early. Talk to them and see what they require!
Choices are:
- Mrs. Took – wife of the very grumpy butcher Mr. Took
- Dorothea Banks and her brood of children
- Mrs. Knotwise – often confused, good cook
Deimos will take whichever has not been chosen. No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
