DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
They set to work; tasks divided and meant to be conquered. And while Aino intended to bully either through tension, glares, and maelstroms, some of the fellow soldiers adhered (likely the ones tied together in friendship), a scarce few others (the younger, more defiant, unruly, lazy individuals – who’d not yet received a lecture but were due) were decidedly unhelpful. Likely the same warriors who’d left both armory and targets in complete disarray, they opted to either take their time, or goof off.
As such, the figures and effigies reconstructed and fixed by Aino and company – wonderful. The ones who wove subversive little wrinkles to their noses, furrowed their brows, and laughed? Scarcely any progress made.
Sah’s suggestion was met with a welcome, but tight smile. A nod of gratitude and acknowledgment, and the two men set to work within the room. While Sah cleaned, preparing the weaponry for hanging and organization, Deimos grabbed hold of the ones scattered, rendering them into the same piles. Before long, no armor was left on the floor, no counter covered with various bits of metal or serrated edges; staffs, axes, spears, blades, and any other necessary armaments stored, hung, and placed where they needed to be. With a sigh of relief, the Sword folded his arms over his chest – proud of what they’d done, even if it seemed insignificant now. “Much better. Thank you.” He glanced over it for a little while longer, ascertaining everything in fine, working order, before nodding his head, and leading the way back out into the training grounds. “We can go see how the targets are coming along.”
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Sah and Deimos have finished cleaning and organizing the armory! They’ll be coming to help with the targets.
Aino had a bit of bad luck and some unruly soldiers refusing to help. She’s about ¼ of the way done. Maybe she can bully them some more?
As such, the figures and effigies reconstructed and fixed by Aino and company – wonderful. The ones who wove subversive little wrinkles to their noses, furrowed their brows, and laughed? Scarcely any progress made.
Sah’s suggestion was met with a welcome, but tight smile. A nod of gratitude and acknowledgment, and the two men set to work within the room. While Sah cleaned, preparing the weaponry for hanging and organization, Deimos grabbed hold of the ones scattered, rendering them into the same piles. Before long, no armor was left on the floor, no counter covered with various bits of metal or serrated edges; staffs, axes, spears, blades, and any other necessary armaments stored, hung, and placed where they needed to be. With a sigh of relief, the Sword folded his arms over his chest – proud of what they’d done, even if it seemed insignificant now. “Much better. Thank you.” He glanced over it for a little while longer, ascertaining everything in fine, working order, before nodding his head, and leading the way back out into the training grounds. “We can go see how the targets are coming along.”
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Sah and Deimos have finished cleaning and organizing the armory! They’ll be coming to help with the targets.
Aino had a bit of bad luck and some unruly soldiers refusing to help. She’s about ¼ of the way done. Maybe she can bully them some more?
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
