DEIMOS
Fortune favored on this day; segments, boards, placed across any other exits successfully. Deimos had thoughts of uncertainty plaguing him on these notions too – but he also didn’t want anyone lured elsewhere. If worse came to worse, as it was prone to do, quick thinking, powers, and efforts would hopefully keep everything at bay (and gods, how he detested relying on hope). Their tasks and duties could manifest promise, precision, and predilection, and then everything else thereafter would come amidst the consternations, apprehensions, and upheaval. But they’d accomplished what they’d set out to do, and for that, he was grateful. “Done. Thank you everyone for your help.” A pause, a breath, glancing back over everything, accomplishments in storage, in quiet platitudes, in arms and alms. “Stay safe,” to those who’d be leaving them for other lands, and to those who would remain in these haunted grounds.And he’d permit them to drift away, to come again on another hour, another day, when they would all become clustered in these thresholds, a sanctuary against the upcoming storm. The Sword had one last portion to the preparations, and grabbed hold of the jars of Ascended fluid and upgrade from Samuel, placing them down before the door. He also snagged the plaques previously designed and detailed, inscribed, etched, in his creation magic efforts – what Samuel had wanted, to ensure the world knew what he’d sacrificed. The herald would receive the same (though hers was purposefully larger; he figured she’d appreciate the sentiment). Once nailed to the aperture, all he had left to do was summon the goddess. Safrin, he noted, a quiet summoning within the threads of his mind. I have what you requested..
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Everyone else is all set! Thank you so much for your help!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
