DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With Raza’s success, Deimos suddenly found himself the bearer of two lilies, and the increased responsibility towards maintaining the favorable outcomes. It was tucked amongst its companion, a faintest arch of his brow and nod given in return towards the Torchliner, before other…issues began to crop up.
Sunjata and Bastien investigated, to no one’s surprise, and the Sword paused momentarily in his walk, in his pace, eyes narrowing, fiery light lifting again, flickering after the noises, the sounds, of wings –
To find a flock of gore crows illuminated in the sanction, suddenly there, within their path – the springs just ahead.
Of course, none of them would know these were gore crows- not native to the magma pits. Distinct differences could be noted, size, the beaks, the talons – and despite the fact that they’d clearly been attracted to the previous rat interactions, the outcries pouring, echoing, resounding off the walls seemed to mean something else entirely. “Eyes!” And here Deimos narrowed his own, already funneling through possibilities and parameters, of threats, treacheries, and decisions lurking in the fold. ”Meat!
“I preferred the rats,” he muttered. “Best arm yourselves.” Find a means and way to defend – for no sooner had he announced the notions, the birds maneuvered, streaking over their group, intending to dive, to maul, to get exactly what they craved. His machinations, abilities, already spurning from within, intended to begin with compelling the crows to attack one another.
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ROUND SIX
Due to some horrendous rolls, the group has been set upon by gore crows! And they’re hungry!
Find a way to defend yourselves quickly!
Round is moving on in 48 hours or when everyone has posted!
SunjataRaza Bastien
Sunjata and Bastien investigated, to no one’s surprise, and the Sword paused momentarily in his walk, in his pace, eyes narrowing, fiery light lifting again, flickering after the noises, the sounds, of wings –
To find a flock of gore crows illuminated in the sanction, suddenly there, within their path – the springs just ahead.
Of course, none of them would know these were gore crows- not native to the magma pits. Distinct differences could be noted, size, the beaks, the talons – and despite the fact that they’d clearly been attracted to the previous rat interactions, the outcries pouring, echoing, resounding off the walls seemed to mean something else entirely. “Eyes!” And here Deimos narrowed his own, already funneling through possibilities and parameters, of threats, treacheries, and decisions lurking in the fold. ”Meat!
“I preferred the rats,” he muttered. “Best arm yourselves.” Find a means and way to defend – for no sooner had he announced the notions, the birds maneuvered, streaking over their group, intending to dive, to maul, to get exactly what they craved. His machinations, abilities, already spurning from within, intended to begin with compelling the crows to attack one another.
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ROUND SIX
Due to some horrendous rolls, the group has been set upon by gore crows! And they’re hungry!
Find a way to defend yourselves quickly!
Round is moving on in 48 hours or when everyone has posted!
Sunjata
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
