cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Of all the thing that could’ve gone wrong within this threshold, Deimos didn’t expect hole digging to be one of them.
But now it’d happened multiple times (ignoring Sunjata’s ridiculous prideful pouting), the clink of both Aisha’s and Sunjata’s shovels hitting either frozen ventures or rocks underneath. They weren’t going to make any headway if this continued to occur, and for a moment he stilled, eyes peeling back to Jigano’s actions.
While the Sword’s configurations had begun to take shape again, Jigano’s went slightly off-kilter, not quite meeting designated points, the manifestations becoming skinnier, thinner, the filaments wearing. They wouldn’t be capable of holding the nest, much less the massive creature they intended to lure.
So he breathed in a massive inhale, maintaining the stoic prowess, not letting irritation, vexation, or exasperation getting the best of him. He’d been in the same state before, wondering why on earth failure kept clawing down his spine.
“Jigano,” and his head inclined towards the Sage, then the holes. “Could you see what it is?” Perhaps the bard would have a solution. That way Deimos could still continue working, filling in the void of the Sage’s prior motions, and hopefully Aisha and Sunjata would have more success.
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Buh, bad rolls.
Please letJigano post first to inspect/maybe maneuver some earth around. Then keep digging. At some point we should have holes ready. XD
But now it’d happened multiple times (ignoring Sunjata’s ridiculous prideful pouting), the clink of both Aisha’s and Sunjata’s shovels hitting either frozen ventures or rocks underneath. They weren’t going to make any headway if this continued to occur, and for a moment he stilled, eyes peeling back to Jigano’s actions.
While the Sword’s configurations had begun to take shape again, Jigano’s went slightly off-kilter, not quite meeting designated points, the manifestations becoming skinnier, thinner, the filaments wearing. They wouldn’t be capable of holding the nest, much less the massive creature they intended to lure.
So he breathed in a massive inhale, maintaining the stoic prowess, not letting irritation, vexation, or exasperation getting the best of him. He’d been in the same state before, wondering why on earth failure kept clawing down his spine.
“Jigano,” and his head inclined towards the Sage, then the holes. “Could you see what it is?” Perhaps the bard would have a solution. That way Deimos could still continue working, filling in the void of the Sage’s prior motions, and hopefully Aisha and Sunjata would have more success.
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Buh, bad rolls.
Please let
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