DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Well enough and keeping busy were the strongholds of many conversations, for no one had the heart to dig deeper presently. Too many factors weighed heavily on every side, and while none of them were in denial of the circumstances surrounding them, they certainly didn’t bother to touch those frayed, fractured edges.
Instead, they fell into place, tigers and demigods, Dragoons and Wardens, inching into thickets of crimson and bones, an unnerving and quiet foothold that left his spine taut, eyes narrowed. He would’ve expected it unfurling with life – even after the latest trials and tribulations – but the threshold of silence loomed before them.
Even marginally different was the fact that normal hunting parties were there to lure prey – but they were after more dangerous, hostile things – predators upon predators, waiting and stalking for opportunities.
The Sword, perhaps foolishly so, had expected animals. Instead, the first threat received were black tendrils shifting from roots, serpentine and sturdy, a whisper in branches, a shadow pressing in, reaching, reaching, reaching for Noah.
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The party has encountered a :
Voidbark Dudes (common): Twisted versions of the Walking Palms, these trees are void-infested horrors. Their roots writhe like serpents, seeking out the life force of anything they touch. The whispers of the void wind through their branches, echoing the demise of those ensnared by their shadows.
And it’s reaching for Noah! What will you do next? No post order!
Instead, they fell into place, tigers and demigods, Dragoons and Wardens, inching into thickets of crimson and bones, an unnerving and quiet foothold that left his spine taut, eyes narrowed. He would’ve expected it unfurling with life – even after the latest trials and tribulations – but the threshold of silence loomed before them.
Even marginally different was the fact that normal hunting parties were there to lure prey – but they were after more dangerous, hostile things – predators upon predators, waiting and stalking for opportunities.
The Sword, perhaps foolishly so, had expected animals. Instead, the first threat received were black tendrils shifting from roots, serpentine and sturdy, a whisper in branches, a shadow pressing in, reaching, reaching, reaching for Noah.
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The party has encountered a :
Voidbark Dudes (common): Twisted versions of the Walking Palms, these trees are void-infested horrors. Their roots writhe like serpents, seeking out the life force of anything they touch. The whispers of the void wind through their branches, echoing the demise of those ensnared by their shadows.
And it’s reaching for Noah! What will you do next? No post order!
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
