DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Eventually, it all came together. Levers and pulleys, woodwork and grains, baskets and proportions of swift, fast, keen modicums; and they could all step back with some relief. On a cheekier grin, Deimos eyed the line-up of the catapults themselves; turned, twisted, so that anything launched would go sailing over the Citadel wall. “All right, I will allow for a single use,” and therein he grabbed hold of several smaller rocks, passing them to Aino and Sah accordingly. The very juvenile grin coiled along his mouth highlighted the potential for mischief, and he stepped up towards his own designated machine. “For testing purposes.” There wasn’t a wink, but they could take it the potential formation in the breadth of his shoulders – in the pulling of the lever, in the sharp, keen movement of the weapon, as it rallied, bounded, and flung the stone. A sight to see – until it dashed over the fortifications, and landed out of sight. Amused, he waited for them to take their turns. “When you are done, you can meet me at the front steps.”
One last thing to achieve – and while they were busy and content, Deimos drew through the outer gates, motioning all the way back to the aforementioned stairs, eyeing the woodwork that had drawn more than its fair share of nibbles from passing gourds. Bizarre, how they would even make it here, but perhaps with the warmer temperatures surrounding the Citadel, even the sentient pumpkins could find shelter in its midst. Grabbing hold of pieces of timber, he placed them down on the ground, and then snagged at the various tools they’d need – glancing towards the individuals as they approached. “Vampire gourds have been at the woodwork,” and he pointed, in explanation, at the bottom proportion of the barracks, and the steps. “We just need to replace it.”
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Take a turn using the catapults for fun, and then we need one for removing the wood and two for replacing! Deimos will fill in the empty slot!
One last thing to achieve – and while they were busy and content, Deimos drew through the outer gates, motioning all the way back to the aforementioned stairs, eyeing the woodwork that had drawn more than its fair share of nibbles from passing gourds. Bizarre, how they would even make it here, but perhaps with the warmer temperatures surrounding the Citadel, even the sentient pumpkins could find shelter in its midst. Grabbing hold of pieces of timber, he placed them down on the ground, and then snagged at the various tools they’d need – glancing towards the individuals as they approached. “Vampire gourds have been at the woodwork,” and he pointed, in explanation, at the bottom proportion of the barracks, and the steps. “We just need to replace it.”
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Take a turn using the catapults for fun, and then we need one for removing the wood and two for replacing! Deimos will fill in the empty slot!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
