Stormblessed Dolphin

Storm looked down at the piece of paper before him. Swing buzzed on his shoulder. How could he make peace with the traitor? By signing this document you agree to make peace amongst the Black Crusade and TUBA for the betterment of the Alleyverse, to protect civilians, and to quell the outbreak of Hemalurgic monstrosities. For the betterment of the Alleyverse.. _ _ _ Storm left the document where Devaan had said. But it was not signed. instead it had a note attached to it, reading: Devaan, I am sorry. I cannot sign this. I do not have the strength.. But I will agree to end the conflict among us temporarily, in order to save the Alleyverse. I will work with them for now. I will Honor Rashan's final wish. By Harmony, I will.. ~Storm _ _ _ Storm walked towards the fighting. Remembering his Oaths, his truths. Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination. I am a coward, I save myself at the peril of others... I do not know who I am, I wear one thousand faces... He wouldn't be a coward this time.. He would help, somehow... He would find himself. He would wear his true face. He would take a step towards that. He saw Kane and Mace fighting up ahead, in an Amberite suit, hammer striking down abominations. He ran towards them, speaking as he ran; "I have hidden behind a fake name, but truly, I, Am, Deveraux." For a moment, he was in another time, another world. _ _ _ "Devvy, com here!" Anna shouted gleefully, "Look at what I got you!" Deveraux smiled at his younger sister, following her up to her room. She rummaged in a drawer, pulled something out and hid it behind her back, grinning. "What is it Anna?" He asked her, crouching down so he was eye level with her. She waved it out with a flourish, "Tada!" she exclaimed showing a ring with The words "To Devvy from Anna" carved into it crudely. "And its made of tin, so you can use it for your magic!" she said, grinning even more broadly. "I love it Anna, thank you storm said, taking the ring from her and giving her a hug. _ _ _ Just a day after that, his house burned down, killing everyone but him. Storm looked down at a tinmind on his pinky finger, the same ring his little sister had given him, nine years ago. Tears fell from his face. Why did he think of that now? Swing buzzed from his shoulder again, "This is a powerful truth." Realizing what he had just done, Storm summoned his Shardplate. Armor fitting him exactly, locked together perfectly. He summoned Swing as a blade and leaped to assist Mace and Kane, bringing his blade down on one of the Hemalurgic monsters. "Want some help? Storm called to the two, in their dual person Amberite armor.

this earned you an upvote. because I agree.

Narrator SD killed Narrator Apollyon with a shard-pencil

Narrator SD was angry at Apollyon for god-modding his army of doom squirrels to tiny size. In retribution, he turned a whole city into cheese, and sent Doom-rats to eat it. The cheese was magic, and it made the Doom-Rats grow to be 10 feet tall.

Narrator SD (who always referred to himself in this way and in third person) had been biding his time, preparing, and now he summoned a huge army of doom-squirrels

when Rashan gave his speech Rashan's words seemed filled with a great force. Storm considered what he said, it made him remember what they were really trying to accomplish. unity. Peace. That's what TUBA had been about. It had been about spreading safe cookies. It had been about making friends. But what had they become? A passive organization. They'd thought neutrality would be best. But it had accomplished nothing. They'd entered this war, out of necessity, they couldn't stand by as their city was destroyed. But they hadn't truly considered what part they played. Maybe it was time to bring unity and peace again.. present time Devaan was calling for him, Storm turned around and saw him pushing through the crowd towards him. "Yes Devaan? What is it?" Storm shouted to him over the noise, also making his way to meet him.

when for some reason you're driving down the road see this wall, and have vague thoughts about Stormward and Leeward side.

Constipation actually

Narrator SD turned Butt's hand into cheese

By the way, I updated the Members list on the OP. (If you're a TUBA member and you don't see your name, please let me know)

Indeed. These Oaths are accepted Welcome to TUBA!

A new horde of Doom-squirrels appeared five blocks down the street

Narrator SD came back to the thread

I am a Narrator.

yeah, but we have just enough of a storyline/purpose that the Mods don't lock the thread

Blast it all Storm thought. though he wasn't ungrateful to Solace for saving him as he had -- for the TUBA building had been so overrun that it was a waste of effort, and investiture, to try and save -- he was certainly frustrated by the loss of the Terminal. That had been the only TUBA building in the city that had one. it could take days for the rest of the Stone Soldiers to arrive, for now, they had to walk. Fortunately they would probably arrive in about 2 days. after all, they were tireless stone soldiers, and they could take the spikeway, allomantically hopping along.

In the background, an unmade narrator from Georgiabama summoned a Squirrel of Raging Doom from the pit of The Ring of Destruction (don't question it.)

Repairing the 9000000000000000000000000000000000000087165th wall

"Parfaits may probably be the most delicious thing on the whole dang planet!" -Donkey

Parfaits

Especially the 185th wall

One of the narrators looked at Gancho Libre's post and thought only one thing... Irrelevant* GET IT RIGHT YOU FOOL And so began a war between narrators that would shatter the 4th wall

The ground rumbled. "Oh Damnation.." Storm whispered "Kane, Mace, Yzabet, Elkanah. With me!" Storm shouted, already rushing back towards the Basement. "Protect the Terminal do NOT let them cut us off." Storm swallowed a vial of prepped tin, soon he felt a familiar reserve in his stomach region. He turned it on to a slow burn, and immediately, his senses increased tenfold. He heard the shouts from below, and smelled the stench of flesh burned by gunshots. He summoned Swing as a blade in his left hand, and grabbed a dagger with his right. He drew in stormlight from his pouches, and he began storing way part of his pain sense. He rushed in, stormlight raging in his veins, a thunderous look in his stormy grey eyes (How he got his name), Raging storm urging him to act, to move. He stabbed a crusader in his eye-slit, and then slammed his shardblade into the helmet of another, stunning him, and then coming down again, shattering his helmet, and striking his head, the crusader's eyes burning out as he fell. All in a matter of seconds. He briefly acknowledged the others coming in behind him, before rushing towards the Crusaders nearest the Terminal. They anticipated his attack, aiming at him. He quickly morphed Swing into a shield, gunfire ringing off of the Shard-shield. As he reached for a dagger, something tore into his shoulder from behind; more crusaders, shooting at him. He cried out, breathing in more stormlight, and storing away the rest of his sense of pain. He fell into a more fluid stance, keeping his attention focused on the enemies nearest the Terminal, but also watching the whole room. Fortunately, the others had drawn the attention of the rest of the Crusaders, and he made a stormlight assisted leap towards the Terminal, bringing Swing down as a shardblade cracking one of the marines' armor at the shoulder, and then bringing it around again to block the other's blade. The Marines fought wildly, the next few moments were a flash of blades, guns, and occasional shard-shields, clangs and shots echoing in the chaos. With some difficulty, he finally smashed through their armor, one at the shoulder, the other on the side; and was able to land a fatal hit with his blade.