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Edven Tyrian's ancestor had founded Tyrian Falls, back when the Lord Ruler was first establishing the Final Empire. But Edven would not be the one to see his forefather's work undone. Edven's body was laid out in the street, a sword-wound across his chest. The mountain of evidence pointing to his association with the Spiked was enough that he had been killed without even an entire day's deliberation, and the remaining townsfolk stood around the corpse in a circle. Tyrian Falls wasn't a large town to begin with, and even with the members of caravans that had been trapped by Lord Penrod's orders, there weren't many of them left. Just as the grim faces began to lighten a bit from the defeat of the Spiked, a mighty roar sounded from outside the walls. The Koloss were attacking. Destroyer and Disaster stood ready upon the wall with Ora as the blue-grey forms of the Koloss charged their position. None of them had served in the army, and so all of their knowledge of the creatures came from stories. The stories didn't do justice to the massive beasts, some of which topped ten feet in height, with ripped skin and too-bright blood dripping from the tears. As the Koloss reached the base of the wall, some began to batter on the gate, while the larger ones simply leapt the wall and engaged the garrison directly. Ora stabilized herself against a crenelation as she pulled against the massive blade swinging down at Destroyer, who was expertly slinging coins into eyes and chests, dropping her targets more often than not. Destroyer severed the arm holding the blade with her own weapon, then, burning pewter and steel, pushed the still-enraged monster from the walls. Disaster covered their backs, parrying a blow from a smaller beast that had approached from the opposite side. The three fought as best they could, for what seemed like hours, with Simeon and Felix bringing water and metals to replenish their reserves as the town's soldiers defended other parts of the wall. But nobody, not even allomancers as talented as these, could defend against such an onslaught forever. Eventually one massive Koloss bowled through the two pewter-users and swung it's blade like a club, smashing Ora to the wall's walkway, then readying a killing blow. And then the Koloss just stopped. All of them. Ora groaned, the noise standing out in the sudden absence of the ruckus of battle, as she felt at her ribs. From her back, she saw a dark speck in the sky slowly resolve into the figure of a man. He was tall, with dark hair and metal adornments on his hands, signs of the power he wielded. The Lord Ruler. He alighted on the wall, gazing at the destruction wrought both by the attack and the recent sabotage, and his eyes fell upon the five defenders that had stood to the last. There was no verbal acknowledgment, but the Lord Ruler nodded his head toward them in respect, before taking to the sky again, using a fallen sword as his anchor. And without much of a sound, the remaining Koloss walked back out the shattered gate, leaving the survivors to pick up the pieces. Far away, in a cavern that no person had visited for many years, a dark form raged in its prison, furious that ruin had not been fully listed on Tyrian Falls. Yet it had not been foiled completely, for Adam's research was hidden well, and future Spiked could gather when there was nobody to contest control of the Koloss. A reckoning would come, and on that day not one stone would stand upon another after the destruction he would visit there. The Unknown Novel (Edven Tyrian) was a Spiked Vanilla! The Village has won! Thank you everyone for playing, and to @Elandera for being my IM. I had a lot of fun running this game, and will give my thoughts sometime when life isn't quite as crazy. Player List: Doc Links: