DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Round and round and round they went, laying out the foundations, then the following structures and levels. Even with Attuned distractions and the bizarre back and forth trepidations from Cordelia and the rest, the combined efforts of everyone involved, including the soldiers, ensured that the pillar was relatively finished.
Lacking a weapon, but that would come later.
While the rest ensured finishing touches, scraping away excess mortar down the sides, or cleaning up any other messes, Deimos contorted and created a capstone for the top proportions, placing it securely and flatly, ready and willing for future proportions.
Taking a step back, he spared a glance for each of them. “We are done. Good work, everyone.” With some solid pats on the back for all, they could venture forth in returning supplies, and maybe, some celebratory drinks. One step closer towards their goal.
{FIN <3}
Lacking a weapon, but that would come later.
While the rest ensured finishing touches, scraping away excess mortar down the sides, or cleaning up any other messes, Deimos contorted and created a capstone for the top proportions, placing it securely and flatly, ready and willing for future proportions.
Taking a step back, he spared a glance for each of them. “We are done. Good work, everyone.” With some solid pats on the back for all, they could venture forth in returning supplies, and maybe, some celebratory drinks. One step closer towards their goal.
{FIN <3}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
