DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
For all their powers and might, the stability simply didn’t hold. Perhaps the storm distracted them. Maybe the ground underneath was far more damaged or difficult than they imagined. For whatever reason, there was more slipping of the rocks and crumbling of the layers underneath.
Sighing and removing the rock he’d been striving to maneuver, Deimos inspected the grounds. “We may have tried to do too much at once,” for which he could only take responsibility; believing it had been firm enough to snag at everything else. “We will try again before putting the rocks in –Sah and I can stabilize. Luka, can you check in the water and see if anything is crumbling into there as well?” Because if so, then they might have a larger problem on their hands.
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Round 5 - Bad rolls! Sah and Deimos will try to stabilize the ground without moving any rocks this time, while Luka checks the pool for any sign of crumbling along other layers. No post order!
Sighing and removing the rock he’d been striving to maneuver, Deimos inspected the grounds. “We may have tried to do too much at once,” for which he could only take responsibility; believing it had been firm enough to snag at everything else. “We will try again before putting the rocks in –
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Round 5 - Bad rolls! Sah and Deimos will try to stabilize the ground without moving any rocks this time, while Luka checks the pool for any sign of crumbling along other layers. No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
