DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Hushed footfalls brought him along the sanction of the wooden frame, and into what he presumed would be another layer of hell. The bones were expected, and he stepped carefully over them, shooing Belial away from the promise of snagging one and tearing off with it, eyes narrowing as he caught at the claw marks…
And then the gaping hole in the floor.
A long, long breath filtered from his lungs as he peered down the remnants and saw the remains of the bear. There was a story lined in here somewhere, perhaps of the ursur getting within, and falling into the basement, incapable of finding its way out. Perhaps he should’ve been grateful that this was a puzzle to solve, and a massive undertaking of cleaning, rather than what he’d encountered previously.
Sticking his head out the door, he informed the rest of their crew about the findings. “Mostly bones and a dead ursur in the cellar. Going to try and make a pulley system to get it out,” with a shrug to his shoulders, before meandering back within. Careful not to touch anything yet, save for some snow that looked like it hadn’t been a part of any mutilating, he outlined and sketched in its ramparts.
Intending to find a stable part of the floor, he began constructing, utilizing the creation magic pulsing and pervading from his frame.
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Deimos informs the rest of the group about his findings and starts making a pulley system to lift the bear out of there.
And then the gaping hole in the floor.
A long, long breath filtered from his lungs as he peered down the remnants and saw the remains of the bear. There was a story lined in here somewhere, perhaps of the ursur getting within, and falling into the basement, incapable of finding its way out. Perhaps he should’ve been grateful that this was a puzzle to solve, and a massive undertaking of cleaning, rather than what he’d encountered previously.
Sticking his head out the door, he informed the rest of their crew about the findings. “Mostly bones and a dead ursur in the cellar. Going to try and make a pulley system to get it out,” with a shrug to his shoulders, before meandering back within. Careful not to touch anything yet, save for some snow that looked like it hadn’t been a part of any mutilating, he outlined and sketched in its ramparts.
Intending to find a stable part of the floor, he began constructing, utilizing the creation magic pulsing and pervading from his frame.
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Deimos informs the rest of the group about his findings and starts making a pulley system to lift the bear out of there.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
