DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos gave a light smile at Sah’s response; for it was good to hear the healing springs were getting ample use. From there, as they were in all agreement, the stones were moved – successful portions either taken away from the waters, or other proponents of the caverns. Nothing broken. Nothing dropped. Nothing even maneuvered the wrong way.
The Sword was suspicious at the minor triumph, but let it go for further directions. “All right, we can start placing things.” Ignoring the storm still, he simply drew his hood up further, already lifting one of the larger rocks to the northern corner. “Sah, can you brace it with earth magic underneath? We want everything fortified and stabilized.”
He would do the same, unfurling the incantations and wares into the ledges and lines, so nothing else would falter and stumble and bumble into the water.
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Round 4 - Start placing rocks!
The Sword was suspicious at the minor triumph, but let it go for further directions. “All right, we can start placing things.” Ignoring the storm still, he simply drew his hood up further, already lifting one of the larger rocks to the northern corner. “Sah, can you brace it with earth magic underneath? We want everything fortified and stabilized.”
He would do the same, unfurling the incantations and wares into the ledges and lines, so nothing else would falter and stumble and bumble into the water.
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Round 4 - Start placing rocks!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
