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Ashbringer replied to Ashbringer's topic in Sanderson EliminationLG91 Day 9 / Aftermath: Revenge of the Chance-Slip The set of figures were a flurry of action on the dirt-paved streets of Earthen Truth. Hadrian-son-Penrod feinted and swung with his chosen Honorblades, those of Chanarach and Battar, while the Blades of Ishar and Paliah stayed with his bear-spirit. Jet-son-Blanc, if that was his true name, parried and retaliated with the Honorblade of Kalak in one hand, while the other skepped between Vedel’s, Shalash’s, Jezrien’s. A storm of Division shot out at Jet only to land in the place he’d been a moment before, only for him to Transport to the left; a sliding Abrasioned blow landed on Hadrian’s leg only for Progression to heal it away instantly. Cohesion and Tension made the dirt beneath them swirl. A break in the clash. Both figures were panting, Hadrian’s spirit flickering, Jet’s second blade dragging. They were both running out of Stormlight, and the next Highstorm wasn’t due for a few days. Even the wonders of Ishar’s Honorblade couldn’t change that fact, not to Hadrian’s benefit. Such power in these Blades. Such capability for destruction. And yet without Honor’s Light they were no better than their mere copies, no different from each other. The storm of Surges lessened, to Honorblades clashing onto each other with little progress either way. Jet had more practice with Shardblade combat, but against the unprepared. Hadrian-son-Penrod was no amateur. It would be a long night. “I’ve never had Shin wine,” Jet-son-Blanc exhaled between breaths, settling into a readied stance. Hadrian-son-Penrod gave a pause. “What do you mean?” “It’s been a long week. We’re both tired. If we got any surprises for each other, I don’t think we’re in much shape to do anything about it,” Jet said. “Well, what do we do?” Hadrian replied, Blades dropping slightly. “Why don’t we just wait here for a little while,” Jet said, looking at the deserted city. “See what happens.” Hadrian thought. “One last night here… that could be nice.” The strange pair walked side by side down the alleys of Earthen Truth, never letting the other lag behind to their back. It had been like that most of the night – no real rest, but even the act of not acting felt like relief. Eventually one of them had spotted an abandoned winery. One that used real grapes, from the Abandoned Sky. “It’s sweeter than I expected,” was Jet’s reaction. "But it tastes good." "It does. I'd miss it," Hadrian-son-Penrod replied. He paused, then took a small sip from his own cup and set it down. The sun was beginning to rise. "It's that time already," Jet said. "Shall we?" Hadrian gave a simple nod. The two stood up, and color flooded the barren street in the barren city of Earthen Truth. The last of their Stormlight, gone. Then they charged each other, hands outstretched. Jet got Kalak's Honorblade summoned first, swinging for Hadrian's neck. Hadrian barely got out of the way. Jet's eyes flashed, and swung again, this time across the torso. Then both of Hadrian's Honorblades, Chanarach and Battar, appeared in his hands at once. Battar blocked Kalak, turning a killing blow into one that only cut through his arm, leaving the blocking hand lifeless. But Chanarach slashed Jet's second hand just as Vedel appeared in its grasp. Then Battar and Vedel fell between the pair of them, dropped Honorblades. Hadrian felt one pass through his foot. But the other went through Jet's side. "Oh," was all Jet managed to say before his eyes burned out. Hadrian-son-Penrod collapsed, partially from the exhaustion and partially from the severed souls of nerves. But he'd done it. Luck or chance or otherwise, he'd done it. The Honorblades were safe from the Tukari. He could heal his wounds when the Highstorm came. Until then... Hadrian looked at the four Honorblades Jet had been holding. Those were his to guard now. The sole survivor of Earthen Truth looked at the empty city. He could make do. No one was attacked during the Night! Amanuensis / Ookla the Remembered was executed by the Gods of Luck and Chance! They were a Tukari Invader and the Bearer of Kalak's Honorblade, the Bearer of Jezrien's Honorblade, the Bearer of Vedel's Honorblade, and the Bearer of Shalash's Honorblade! Amanuensis's Honorblades have been distributed to the sole remaining player, Araris Valerian! Vote Count: Amanuensis / Ookla the Remembered (1): Araris Valerian Araris Valerian (1): Amanuensis / Ookla the Remembered The Shin High Council has won the game! Thanks everyone for playing! I do have some GM thoughts, but I can save those for after finals. Dead Doc Elim Doc Master Spreadsheet Player List: