DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Returning to the shrine, after these days of chaos, forged him into another stoic entity. The necessity lingered through each and every aspect of their home, and there was no more delaying the inevitable.
Halo needed other means of protection – because the void beckoned and called.
Kneeling before the shrine, he couldn’t recall a time he’d met Vi. Amalia, Noah, and Ronin were within those parameters and parallels. So he gleaned into offerings of life, placing a variety of goods: a small, potted citrus tree, cut and snagged from their own greenhouse, a bowl of their springs’ mending water, and fresh baked goods – ornamental and beautiful, inlet with stars across the top of their loaves.
Swallowing down all his misgivings and trepidation again, steeling and forging his efforts, the Sword bowed his head and prayed. “Vi, if you would be willing, Halo would appreciate your efforts in protecting the Citadel from the void.”
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Deimos is praying to Vi for a Halo RQ to protect the Citadel from the void. If the prayer doesn’t roll high enough, please take 3000 MP.
Halo needed other means of protection – because the void beckoned and called.
Kneeling before the shrine, he couldn’t recall a time he’d met Vi. Amalia, Noah, and Ronin were within those parameters and parallels. So he gleaned into offerings of life, placing a variety of goods: a small, potted citrus tree, cut and snagged from their own greenhouse, a bowl of their springs’ mending water, and fresh baked goods – ornamental and beautiful, inlet with stars across the top of their loaves.
Swallowing down all his misgivings and trepidation again, steeling and forging his efforts, the Sword bowed his head and prayed. “Vi, if you would be willing, Halo would appreciate your efforts in protecting the Citadel from the void.”
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Deimos is praying to Vi for a Halo RQ to protect the Citadel from the void. If the prayer doesn’t roll high enough, please take 3000 MP.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead