DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Without the apprehension clinging to his bones, his adherence was sharper, finer, and far more beneficial. Their offers to assist weren’t ignored, but he knew they had multitudes of other things to work on. Instead of calling for aid, the Sword worked as he often did – focused and concentrated on his task. With the bear, lacking a salvageable pelt, now out of the cellar (he’d work on getting it out of the building later), there were the issues of others traveling back and forth. As amusing as it might be to travel by pulley system, it held little value beyond entertainment purposes in a station that required far more efficient means.
So he started on the stairs, intermingling the details and fabrications of creation and earth, combining the efforts into solidified proportions, working his way down, and refurnishing, refining, on the way back up. The floor itself could be managed too, once he finagled a trap door, utilizing the same orchestrations, incantations, and enchantments, allowing them to fluidly come together.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Earth and Creation magic to make a set of stairs and a trapdoor.
So he started on the stairs, intermingling the details and fabrications of creation and earth, combining the efforts into solidified proportions, working his way down, and refurnishing, refining, on the way back up. The floor itself could be managed too, once he finagled a trap door, utilizing the same orchestrations, incantations, and enchantments, allowing them to fluidly come together.
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Deimos uses his Mastered Earth and Creation magic to make a set of stairs and a trapdoor.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
