DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Invisibility cloak removed, introductions and torches made, and some reassurance bolstered towards Amalia (yes, he trusted Sah) – the Sword stepped forward towards the door. While the light bobbed and weaved, he studied the recessed pathways carved and sculpted into stone. Something to be admired, perhaps, were they not within a dangerous, treacherous proportion of land.
So instead of pondering over how it’d been made and orchestrated, Deimos followed the letters. In conjunction with the group, per some hasty discussion, he entered the words within the provided space. Hopefully the message didn’t signify something else altogether.
And then there were none.
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Deimos enters the words ‘and then there were none’ into the provided space.
So instead of pondering over how it’d been made and orchestrated, Deimos followed the letters. In conjunction with the group, per some hasty discussion, he entered the words within the provided space. Hopefully the message didn’t signify something else altogether.
And then there were none.
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Deimos enters the words ‘and then there were none’ into the provided space.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
