Noah
Whether it was because the force that Deimos truly was, or because he put more effort into the task at hand, the earth bent at his will--and seemed eager to do so. The muddy and ridged arena that had groaned beneath his magical touch before now smoothed into the most beautiful of working arenas, even with the rain still pattering down on it.
The other boys raking helped, but with Deimos'nat 20 mastery over the magic in his blood, they weren't needed.
Satisfied, Noah turned and placed his tools back where they came from. "Let's move inside and out of this rain. I've got one last room I want to focus on." He said, rolling his shoulder in a motion indicating he wanted his friends to follow him.
Outside of the elements, though they could still hear the wind and rain and thunder, Noah reached out to Deimos mentally. I'm working towards finishing this quest so I can be free to move about the world once more. He hadn't forgotten what his friend said when it came to the timeline of their wedding -- and Noah needed to be there.
"We can work in here." Noah said, shouldering open a door that certainly needed some work. The war room, where military strategies were devised, was the focal point. Noah contemplated the integration of advanced communication and coordination systems, as well as a dedicated briefing area for leaders to strategize effectively. In times of crisis, the ability to plan and coordinate swiftly was paramount. The pain pelted outside and, as Noah looked further, was now pouring inside through the broken windows.
Next round!
1. Fix the broken door
2. Make a table for planning
3. Fox the broken windows along the south wall (which is currently letting in all the elements!)
The other boys raking helped, but with Deimos'
Satisfied, Noah turned and placed his tools back where they came from. "Let's move inside and out of this rain. I've got one last room I want to focus on." He said, rolling his shoulder in a motion indicating he wanted his friends to follow him.
Outside of the elements, though they could still hear the wind and rain and thunder, Noah reached out to Deimos mentally. I'm working towards finishing this quest so I can be free to move about the world once more. He hadn't forgotten what his friend said when it came to the timeline of their wedding -- and Noah needed to be there.
"We can work in here." Noah said, shouldering open a door that certainly needed some work. The war room, where military strategies were devised, was the focal point. Noah contemplated the integration of advanced communication and coordination systems, as well as a dedicated briefing area for leaders to strategize effectively. In times of crisis, the ability to plan and coordinate swiftly was paramount. The pain pelted outside and, as Noah looked further, was now pouring inside through the broken windows.
Next round!
1. Fix the broken door
2. Make a table for planning
3. Fox the broken windows along the south wall (which is currently letting in all the elements!)
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
