DEIMOS
They believe nothing can reach us
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
Hours upon hours, mini rockslides and visions of caverns flashing before his eyes (no shields here, and no tentacles foreseen yet), the ways in which they could all be pummeled and massacred again. By the time Ronin called for a cease and desist, sweat had worked and beaded its way along his brow, and down his back, some of his outer layers removed and placed nearby.
During the small break, the beast wandered to his bag, pulling out the length of rope Ronin had mentioned the others requiring. It could work like string, ensuring they managed to find their way back through the maze, warren, and labyrinth of tunnels. He proffered it to whomever yearned for its sanction, meant to stay here and help their leader instead.
He took a long drink out of his canteen, then rolled up his sleeves, proceeding back to the task at hand, clambering back up to the small gap hastened by Roana, intending to make it larger and larger. Even if no one called from beyond, it might’ve been the route the farm boy had taken, and then they could follow its pathways. His hand grabbed hold of rocks again and again, bringing them back down carefully, slowly, meticulously, before winding his way back up, muscles keening, content to exert their efforts.
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Deimos offers his rope to anyone who needs it!
During the small break, the beast wandered to his bag, pulling out the length of rope Ronin had mentioned the others requiring. It could work like string, ensuring they managed to find their way back through the maze, warren, and labyrinth of tunnels. He proffered it to whomever yearned for its sanction, meant to stay here and help their leader instead.
He took a long drink out of his canteen, then rolled up his sleeves, proceeding back to the task at hand, clambering back up to the small gap hastened by Roana, intending to make it larger and larger. Even if no one called from beyond, it might’ve been the route the farm boy had taken, and then they could follow its pathways. His hand grabbed hold of rocks again and again, bringing them back down carefully, slowly, meticulously, before winding his way back up, muscles keening, content to exert their efforts.
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Deimos offers his rope to anyone who needs it!
They're wrong
