[PQ] special shade of red

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame It should’ve gone well – the plans were all there. But sometimes even the hardiest calculations couldn’t be swayed by the forces and fortune of nature. Or, in this case, the panic of an entire deer herd. It probably would’ve happened sooner or later, but the inevitable trigger was the scorching dome of celestial light breaking through the fog, affixing the prey’s sights directly upon the incandescent beams, and then complete, utter panic. No accounting of arrows, incantations, or anything else would’ve mattered, and Deimos had a moment where he simply stared as they raced and rallied around the sixty-foot radius. Hang on he called through the bond to Noah, sighing heavily as the creatures couldn’t find any trace of escape, and only seemed to rise to utter chaos. I could get a few with my Life Drain if they come near, but -, he didn’t finish the thought, clenching his jaw tightly. His attention went to the fellow Abandoned, pondering over possibilities. “We cannot hunt like this,” he shouted to Alys, while moving out of the way of a charging stag. “I am going to try and calm them,” or at least manage something through the Beast Speaker proportions. “Maybe you can make another illusion that would do the same?” -- Bad rolls means the herd is running around in a panic in Noah’s celestial dome. No post order! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace