DEIMOS
They believe nothing can reach us
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
And pull us out of the boundless gloom
Loren’s shelving techniques, even with the potential for being haphazard with telekinesis, were wildly successful, blending themselves well under the skill and outreach of incantations and more human tendencies. Nothing seemed to falter, nothing seemed to shudder, nothing seemed to shake; sturdy and stalwart renditions for the stall, and for whomever’s wares would be on display.
Jigano’s were not as fortunate or triumphant. While the vine trick held them fast, some still managed to topple and tip, and wouldn’t be able to hold anything much more than light-weighted goods. They might not even last the festival, based on how rickety and infirm they were. Was there anything else the bard could grab nearby, to ensure they were a bit more sturdy?
Deimos’ fared along the same lines as Loren’s, managing to come up with mantles and fronts that would resemble a store – manifestations of all shapes and sizes capable of remaining there, no fear of faltering or falling to their doom. His eyes followed the line of work they all encompassed, only a slight furrowing of his brows at Jigano’s construction. He grabbed hold of some smaller blocks of wood, pondering if they could stabilize it from underneath, while gaze settled back upon Loren, nearly a snicker on his face. “We can finish up here. Loren, if you would do the honors of hanging the banners,” and there he indicated a few more pieces and portions of décor he’d managed to hasten from their latest preparations, some leftover bright hues and embellishments, something to entice or inveigle others over. “Then we can be done.”
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Deimos and Jigano are going to finish up the shelving! Loren can do the banners and décor?
Jigano’s were not as fortunate or triumphant. While the vine trick held them fast, some still managed to topple and tip, and wouldn’t be able to hold anything much more than light-weighted goods. They might not even last the festival, based on how rickety and infirm they were. Was there anything else the bard could grab nearby, to ensure they were a bit more sturdy?
Deimos’ fared along the same lines as Loren’s, managing to come up with mantles and fronts that would resemble a store – manifestations of all shapes and sizes capable of remaining there, no fear of faltering or falling to their doom. His eyes followed the line of work they all encompassed, only a slight furrowing of his brows at Jigano’s construction. He grabbed hold of some smaller blocks of wood, pondering if they could stabilize it from underneath, while gaze settled back upon Loren, nearly a snicker on his face. “We can finish up here. Loren, if you would do the honors of hanging the banners,” and there he indicated a few more pieces and portions of décor he’d managed to hasten from their latest preparations, some leftover bright hues and embellishments, something to entice or inveigle others over. “Then we can be done.”
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Deimos and Jigano are going to finish up the shelving! Loren can do the banners and décor?
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