DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Adhering to the multitudes at hand, and after building several other structures, the notions and movements were quite easy. Rendering the beams replaced as soon as the courier broke apart the old ones, everything remained salvageable and well-founded – content enough with the project to pat portions of the wood, stepping back to survey their work.
At least they only had finishing touches remaining, and he’d had enough of bears for the day. “We can gather some,” offering himself and his companions – Belial off into the air to act as scout with a high-pitched, shrill call, and Zuriel ambling forth, saddlebags in tow to be another vessel for carrying when his own arms were full.
Collaboration between the trio was easy; bonded souls meshing together to configure and find reputable sources, and if there weren’t any, Deimos could simply create some with his Earth and Creation adornments.
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Deimos and his companions go out to search for wood. Deimos also creates some using his Mastered Earth and Creation magic.
At least they only had finishing touches remaining, and he’d had enough of bears for the day. “We can gather some,” offering himself and his companions – Belial off into the air to act as scout with a high-pitched, shrill call, and Zuriel ambling forth, saddlebags in tow to be another vessel for carrying when his own arms were full.
Collaboration between the trio was easy; bonded souls meshing together to configure and find reputable sources, and if there weren’t any, Deimos could simply create some with his Earth and Creation adornments.
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Deimos and his companions go out to search for wood. Deimos also creates some using his Mastered Earth and Creation magic.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
