DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
While the rest divided and conquered, a swift nod given to Nephele for her expertise in transcription, his eyes widened as he watched Paige try to utilize the armory for her own means and measures. Especially carrying an ax. Withholding a sigh and a wince at all the possible ways this could go horrifically wrong, he instead followed her towards the designated arsensal. The rest could wait.
Deimos trailed after Belial’s excited machinations, picking up several more of the armaments in his grasp, and stepped methodically into the room – considering shelving, where to place certain things. High, if the sharpened, serrated edges were to be out of Paige’s reach. He pointed out several pieces of armor and shields that could likely be moved by her tenacious wiles, and the ledges and brackets they could occupy – shoving a footstool her way. “Can you put those here?” Plucking the ax out of her grasp, he moved it higher, purposefully.
Nephele, meanwhile, unbothered by anyone else, would find her notes successfully tended to, and scripted in fine, legible proportions. Perhaps she’d gained some newfound wisdom from all of it too – and then could pick another task when she was ready.
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Due to time constraints and real-life stuff, Sylvia and Shaye have been skipped for this round but can jump back in at any time!
Nephele has put together the journals, and Deimos and Paige have worked on the armory!
Please pick from the following:
- Create a bulletin board from the entrance
- Organize living quarters
Deimos will help with the living quarters!
Deimos trailed after Belial’s excited machinations, picking up several more of the armaments in his grasp, and stepped methodically into the room – considering shelving, where to place certain things. High, if the sharpened, serrated edges were to be out of Paige’s reach. He pointed out several pieces of armor and shields that could likely be moved by her tenacious wiles, and the ledges and brackets they could occupy – shoving a footstool her way. “Can you put those here?” Plucking the ax out of her grasp, he moved it higher, purposefully.
Nephele, meanwhile, unbothered by anyone else, would find her notes successfully tended to, and scripted in fine, legible proportions. Perhaps she’d gained some newfound wisdom from all of it too – and then could pick another task when she was ready.
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Due to time constraints and real-life stuff, Sylvia and Shaye have been skipped for this round but can jump back in at any time!
Please pick from the following:
- Create a bulletin board from the entrance
- Organize living quarters
Deimos will help with the living quarters!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
