[PQ] with all its might

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame What an interesting turn of events. Finally, finally, one single creature was thwarted. In between the helmet efforts, skunk throwing, and Tal striving to close the door, only one of those things failed. Luckily, it was the door. The courier wasn’t in time to simply shut out the bizarre happenings of the armory, but that was probably the best case scenario. The cretin hit the wooden edge of the frame with an audible, angry thump, snaking its mouth around the edge of Talyson’s foot for good measure. The Sword, already wrinkling his nose at the stench wafting from the armaments and its inhabitants inside, compelled the beast away – it hissed along the training grounds, scampering recruits in its wake. Pinching the ends of his nose, because gods it was horrid, he poked his head inside to behold the scene. At the very least, the weapons and armor remained sorted. Just that there was still a hole in the wall. And everything stunk. “Well,” he muttered, but it came less on his rumble and more on stunned disbelief. “We can open some windows,” and he pointed to several with his free hand. “I will see if I can use air magic to waft the smell out,” because no one was going to use those pieces for a while. As for the others? “I can try to do the same for you,” wincing slightly, uncertain if it would work. Otherwise, they’d likely be in for some baths in tomato juice. -- Well the skunk is gone! In the aftermath, the armory, Sah, and “Tom” smell terrible, Tal has been bitten by the angry animal, and there’s still a hole in the wall. Tasks left: - Help clean up whatever is left - Open some windows please - Repair the hole in the wall again master of nothing place; of recoil and grace