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Emergency Shelter PQ+
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

Age: 33 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 14 - Strg: 72 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 73 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
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#43
DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
Eventually, after time and effort, everything seemed to settle in place. The windows found themselves neatly tucked within barriers, the front of Chester’s shop remained wholly in tact, and Sah’s cleaning and checking in amidst the shelter itself went well (enough – if one ignored Mrs. Took).

An ease to the Warden’s soul – that at least these instances had been effective.

Once they were back inside the Palace, he took a long, slow breath, eyes scanning and surveying their accomplishments within the day. Beds made and laid for weary citizens, medical supplies at the ready for anyone, a warm area to remain and stay, with fresh food cooked and ready – and more, depending on how many they could ensure received assistance.

“Thank you,” he offered again to Noah and Sah. “This should do just fine. I am going to find some others who are willing to help run part of the facilities,” and he pondered if Mrs. Knotwise could find herself in the position of cook all the while, at least for the time being. “And then we should be set. This will aid the region greatly.”

From there, they could adjourn – Deimos to discuss said notions, and the others to relax, rejuvenate, and restore themselves as well.

{FIN <3 Thank you for the hard work!}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead


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