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Okay, so it's pretty simple, we'll all write a Sanderson faction together - but you're only allowed to write one sentence at a time. It'll be set in Roshar, after the end of WoR, so there might be a few spoilers.

As for rules, just please steer clear of sex and too much gore. Other than that, have fun!

Please note that this story is not to be taken seriously at all. Do what you want, people.

 

 

Shallan stepped out of the carriage into the evening air and glanced around.

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Otherworldly mayonaise fell from the sky. Wait I should at the very  least try not to immediatly derail this.

She decided to visit the part of Urithiru, which Sebrial´s former Warcamp occupied.

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Infused gems were still scarse in the wake of the Everstorm's bloody debut, but Shallan still had a few sparkling spheres to ward off the cold.

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She strode forward, noticing the empty tents flapping in the breeze that whistled eerily between them, dragging stormleavings along the dirt ground and swirling up into the air.

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I am a stick

 

Frozen onto his face through over use and muscles loosing their strength.

  • 2 weeks later...
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"pfft men, distracting me when I need to be thinking about other things... hmm, now, where did that mysterious note say she must be?"

this is probably two sentences

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She thought it said something about "waffles" in one of the soldier's mess tents.

  • 1 month later...
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"Storm it, Syl!" Kaladin yelled as he ran up to Shallan, who began blushing as she realized that her safehand had been exposed to a man.

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