DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
At first, things went well. The Sword joined Darkeye and Noah in construction, applying his brute strength and earthen incantations into the fold. Ophelia held things in place, permitting half of the wooden portions to be put together solidly, efficiently.
Then other notions went awry.
While the tactics Sah utilized were clever, striving to use those enchantments to ensure everything remained steadfast while the others worked, they could escalate into a different direction too. Maybe he applied too much pressure to the air and telekinesis. Maybe concentration had been an issue. Maybe it was unfortunate luck.
But the boards not nailed down or hammered in yet went flying off in routes and lines. Some went catapulting in an impressive volley towards the landing. Others went veering through the long grass. Luckily, the locals scattered, and no one was hurt in the onslaught of wooden beams.
Deimos turned towards the group with a stoic piece of nonchalant features (with a hint that, had this not happened to his people or efforts, he might’ve been laughing). “We can keep working on this,” jaw jutting towards the halfway built platform, “while you go retrieve.”
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Deimos, Darkeye, and Noah have put together half of the platform with Ophelia and Sah’s assistance, but now some of the wooden beams have gone off flying (thanks Sah!)
The platform group can continue working while Ophelia and Sah go retrieve the beams.
No post order!
Then other notions went awry.
While the tactics Sah utilized were clever, striving to use those enchantments to ensure everything remained steadfast while the others worked, they could escalate into a different direction too. Maybe he applied too much pressure to the air and telekinesis. Maybe concentration had been an issue. Maybe it was unfortunate luck.
But the boards not nailed down or hammered in yet went flying off in routes and lines. Some went catapulting in an impressive volley towards the landing. Others went veering through the long grass. Luckily, the locals scattered, and no one was hurt in the onslaught of wooden beams.
Deimos turned towards the group with a stoic piece of nonchalant features (with a hint that, had this not happened to his people or efforts, he might’ve been laughing). “We can keep working on this,” jaw jutting towards the halfway built platform, “while you go retrieve.”
--
Deimos, Darkeye, and Noah have put together half of the platform with Ophelia and Sah’s assistance, but now some of the wooden beams have gone off flying (thanks Sah!)
The platform group can continue working while Ophelia and Sah go retrieve the beams.
No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
