cover you when the sky comes crashing in
They all got to work – adhering to the task ahead. While not monumental, it was still a vital aspect to LongNight tradition, faith instilled by Naturals, and if they were successful, an end to monsters, fiends, and demons terrorizing the constant night.
Together with the Sage, they managed to lay out portions and pieces of iron, long, broad contortions of latticework. Fire, earth, and creation melded and molded together, and the Sword required fundamental concentration as the formation began to take shape from his gilded, glowing hands, inhaling, exhaling, furrowed brows wielding and welding the shape together, configuring artistic design while still implementing a worthy construction.
Jigano’s adhered much the same, sturdy beams to become the supportive ties to the main frame, shaped and honed by the diagrams and plans before them. Steadiness, careful precision, and adhering to the fundamentals had permitted both of them to contort the first pieces. Deimos nodded, pleased with the outcome, once they laid them out to cool in the snow. “Good. When the holes are ready,” and his eyes glanced over to Aisha and Sunjata. “we can start putting everything together.”
If only it could run so smoothly. Aisha’s digging techniques worked admirably, and before long she had hers hollowed out, rounded, perfected devices for their future endeavors.
Sunjata, on the other hand…
Tripped, and nearly fell headlong into his first. Deimos managed not to laugh, but a snort threatened to rumble from his chest. Instead of any of those reactions, because some were downright petty, he maintained his stoic, reticent features, and glanced towards Aisha. “Could you assist him?”
Then his gaze segmented back to the bard. “We should start on the main beam,” since it might give Aisha and Sunjata adequate enough time to render the rest of the holes complete, and they could align thing properly; not wanting to place the supportive pieces and portions until they had something directly in the middle to attach and lacquer them to.
--
Everyone but Sunjata rolled well! Sunjata trips into a hole.
Aisha and Sunjata can continue making holes, while Deimos and Jigano create the main beam! No post order!
Together with the Sage, they managed to lay out portions and pieces of iron, long, broad contortions of latticework. Fire, earth, and creation melded and molded together, and the Sword required fundamental concentration as the formation began to take shape from his gilded, glowing hands, inhaling, exhaling, furrowed brows wielding and welding the shape together, configuring artistic design while still implementing a worthy construction.
Jigano’s adhered much the same, sturdy beams to become the supportive ties to the main frame, shaped and honed by the diagrams and plans before them. Steadiness, careful precision, and adhering to the fundamentals had permitted both of them to contort the first pieces. Deimos nodded, pleased with the outcome, once they laid them out to cool in the snow. “Good. When the holes are ready,” and his eyes glanced over to Aisha and Sunjata. “we can start putting everything together.”
If only it could run so smoothly. Aisha’s digging techniques worked admirably, and before long she had hers hollowed out, rounded, perfected devices for their future endeavors.
Sunjata, on the other hand…
Tripped, and nearly fell headlong into his first. Deimos managed not to laugh, but a snort threatened to rumble from his chest. Instead of any of those reactions, because some were downright petty, he maintained his stoic, reticent features, and glanced towards Aisha. “Could you assist him?”
Then his gaze segmented back to the bard. “We should start on the main beam,” since it might give Aisha and Sunjata adequate enough time to render the rest of the holes complete, and they could align thing properly; not wanting to place the supportive pieces and portions until they had something directly in the middle to attach and lacquer them to.
--
Everyone but Sunjata rolled well! Sunjata trips into a hole.
DEIMOS
