cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Before walking to his own section, Nina’s inquiry was a good one – Deimos too often took for granted the nature of Halovians and presuming they already understood, though Iskra was quick to fill in the blanks. He nodded along in accord and agreement with the woodcutter, supplying his sagacity into the forefront as well. “Typically the weather can alter things – between erosion, frost, thaw, animals, and snow, there is potential for damage. We want it sturdy and solid. You will be able to notice stark differences. If you are not certain, we can help you look too.”
And with that, they could each branch off to a section amidst the gate area. Marcus went high, but from this current distance, he wouldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. If he flew in closer, hovering along, he might’ve been able to uncover something glowing closest to the barrier, a gentle glint of metal embedded into the deeper particles of solidified dirt.
Nina would be able to see crumbling portions close to the wall as well; likely from the variety of hits it had taken in years past with void battles or the weather itself. It could be easily rectified with a little precision with a shovel or a bit more dirt from the sled and supplies the Sword had provided.
Maneuvering along, Iskra ‘s keen sight, and Goose’s nose, would eventually wind over to a usual culprit and suspect – a ningo, deciding to nest and roost into a deeper plunge of the trench. It stared stupidly back at them, dim, daft, and dumb, then settled further into the abyss, pretending neither man nor canine would be able to see them.
Deimos wound around too, taking the farthest corner before the turn towards the western area, shaking his head when he noticed a cache of discarded weaponry, either having fallen off the wall or been left there. Eventually, he’d be able to convey a stern lecture to his soldiers, but for now, he crouched and began working them out of the ditch.
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What will you do next? If anyone needs supplies, they are stationed nearby on a sled!
And with that, they could each branch off to a section amidst the gate area. Marcus went high, but from this current distance, he wouldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. If he flew in closer, hovering along, he might’ve been able to uncover something glowing closest to the barrier, a gentle glint of metal embedded into the deeper particles of solidified dirt.
Nina would be able to see crumbling portions close to the wall as well; likely from the variety of hits it had taken in years past with void battles or the weather itself. It could be easily rectified with a little precision with a shovel or a bit more dirt from the sled and supplies the Sword had provided.
Maneuvering along, Iskra ‘s keen sight, and Goose’s nose, would eventually wind over to a usual culprit and suspect – a ningo, deciding to nest and roost into a deeper plunge of the trench. It stared stupidly back at them, dim, daft, and dumb, then settled further into the abyss, pretending neither man nor canine would be able to see them.
Deimos wound around too, taking the farthest corner before the turn towards the western area, shaking his head when he noticed a cache of discarded weaponry, either having fallen off the wall or been left there. Eventually, he’d be able to convey a stern lecture to his soldiers, but for now, he crouched and began working them out of the ditch.
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What will you do next? If anyone needs supplies, they are stationed nearby on a sled!
DEIMOS
