DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The call for assistance outside the shelter gave Deimos pause; as though it were relinquishing some portion of their duties. But everything seemed fine within, for the moment, and he gave the other occupants a heads-up for where they’d be – Mrs. Knotwise waved him and Noah away, and he arrived at what used to be the front of the Chester’s shop.
Taking hold of the cracked wooden frames, more than once he thought to repair them, but given the way they’d collapsed or broken apart, there was no fixing the beams. Instead, he moved them aside for future kindling and other resources, and began to utilize his creation magic to ensure necessities and ideals.
Noah eventually had a pile of glass too, warped and carefully orchestrated to alleviate any other danger or destruction. Efforts made by Sah saw debris cleaned and taken, until all three of them had managed to cleanse the area of dangerous artifacts, but anyone could see the work remaining was also labor intensive.
While Chester took care of the things they’d parsed away, Deimos set his sights on placing the wooden beams back where they belonged. “Help me with this?” He turned to the Thunder and Forsaken respectively, until they’d each taken hold somewhere.
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Help put the wooden beams back in place!
No post order!
Taking hold of the cracked wooden frames, more than once he thought to repair them, but given the way they’d collapsed or broken apart, there was no fixing the beams. Instead, he moved them aside for future kindling and other resources, and began to utilize his creation magic to ensure necessities and ideals.
Noah eventually had a pile of glass too, warped and carefully orchestrated to alleviate any other danger or destruction. Efforts made by Sah saw debris cleaned and taken, until all three of them had managed to cleanse the area of dangerous artifacts, but anyone could see the work remaining was also labor intensive.
While Chester took care of the things they’d parsed away, Deimos set his sights on placing the wooden beams back where they belonged. “Help me with this?” He turned to the Thunder and Forsaken respectively, until they’d each taken hold somewhere.
--
Help put the wooden beams back in place!
No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
