I carried my own ashes to the mountains
After conversations and snacks, they all buckled down and got to work. While Deimos’ companions hovered nearby, either to annoy or heal if the opportunity struck, the rest filtered off to their chosen tasks. Marcus, intending to help carve away the path out of its ice shackles, would find, despite his Olson nature, that the pick only did so much, and his arms would likely ache with the wholly encompassing movements.
But Deimos was there to support and aid, unfurling a combination of his incantations in Fire, to melt the layers away, and Water, to ensure the ice didn’t harden back immediately, alternating temperatures. Before too long, they’d find the routes cleared and ready to embark upon, which only mattered if Iskra could ensure the hinges of the gates were no longer locked and sealed tight.
The Abandoned’s fire did most of the trick, but it was still a little unwieldly, leaving some portions still frozen. He’d find the gates could open about half-way, which would let people within, but certainly not any carts or sleds. “You keep working on that,” Deimos responded, motioning towards where they’d be traveling ahead. “And Marcus and I will keep going down this path,” to where there was, one would guess, ice.
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Rinse and repeat!
Iskra is about halfway through thawing out the hinges, and Marcus and Deimos can move further down the path to ensure nothing is iced over.
But Deimos was there to support and aid, unfurling a combination of his incantations in Fire, to melt the layers away, and Water, to ensure the ice didn’t harden back immediately, alternating temperatures. Before too long, they’d find the routes cleared and ready to embark upon, which only mattered if Iskra could ensure the hinges of the gates were no longer locked and sealed tight.
The Abandoned’s fire did most of the trick, but it was still a little unwieldly, leaving some portions still frozen. He’d find the gates could open about half-way, which would let people within, but certainly not any carts or sleds. “You keep working on that,” Deimos responded, motioning towards where they’d be traveling ahead. “And Marcus and I will keep going down this path,” to where there was, one would guess, ice.
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Rinse and repeat!
Iskra is about halfway through thawing out the hinges, and Marcus and Deimos can move further down the path to ensure nothing is iced over.
DEIMOS
