DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With the acceptance, Deimos waited – arching a brow as Sah followed through, creating his own identical masks. In turn, the Sword relented, copying and extracting, ensuring the same incantations flowed and echoed, churning another exact framework, detailing, and precision into the forefront of the proportions. There it sat again amidst its brethren, all four lined up for whomever would be sent back into the Starfall thresholds.
You are welcome, as they were headed into necessary means and operations. Do you want to hang onto all of them? Given that he was likely to immerse himself into the dreaded isle before the Warden did on this go around – and he’d trust they’d make it to whomever needed it.
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Deimos makes ANOTHER ONE:
Gas You Can See | A gas mask with goggles that can see through environmental effects up to 5 feet. (Made by Deimos)
You are welcome, as they were headed into necessary means and operations. Do you want to hang onto all of them? Given that he was likely to immerse himself into the dreaded isle before the Warden did on this go around – and he’d trust they’d make it to whomever needed it.
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Deimos makes ANOTHER ONE:
Gas You Can See | A gas mask with goggles that can see through environmental effects up to 5 feet. (Made by Deimos)
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
