DEIMOS
The Sword nodded or shrugged noncommittally to the expanse of words They’d done well thus far, until one of the posts in their grasp broke, the wood no longer holding, perhaps fibers weakened over time, cracking, and fumbling in place. Bastien’s trials at placing hinges on didn’t bode well either, likely due to the shattering timber, refusing to hold firm as both manifested into a barrage of broken bits and pieces. Deimos simply released a feral sigh, and reached for another post, chucking the fragmented portions nearby, to be used as future firewood. “Try again?” An arch to his brow, as if there were any other solutions, before rendering back into their previous efforts.
The others, in comparison, did exceedingly well. Despite the constant need for snow moss in whatever capacity and variation (one would think most of the patches picked over from previous interactions and groups),
Likewise,
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Deimos and Bastien have utterly failed at making a gate.
Aisha and Evie have found a good amount of snow moss, and can bring it back to place in areas around the the Temple!
Jigano has procured a satisfactory amount of timber!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
