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Blazenella

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  1. " Hey Dwig." Septimus said, ignoring the bloodied floor. " I've got something for you!" Septimus handed him a letter. " Details are enclosed
  2. Jondesu, you can't contemplate how tempted I am to give you an upvote right now... *repress basic urges* We're better
  3. Tom's depression somehow made him super strong, and he became a Fartrunner
  4. But what if FABRIAL COOKIES!
  5. Beaten and battered Kalmar had lept on top of Septimus and began to punch furiously at him. As Kalmar's fist came down for another strike Septimus grabbed it, and yanked it towards the ground. Septimus rolled from underneath Kalmar and jabbed him one last time with his pain fabrial in the back.
  6. Soon the Ghanderflaffles revolted against their new god, shattering him into 16 pieces
  7. Only Butt was left. Soon however his gas reformed the universe.
  8. Septimus grinned. He had taken the bait. As Kalmar shot his Firebringers lens at his fabrial, Septimus held his gemstone up to the laser. Burning lasers shot in all directions. Septimus was mostly protected, although his hand got badly burned. He held the gemstone as close to Kalmar as possible, hitting as many places as possible.
  9. Septimus entered the store, and looked around at the selections of investiture. All types of spikes, metals, Stormlight, and more. He frowned as he looked towards the pitiful fabrial section of the store, containing only the most basic Rosharan fabrials. Septimus approached the manager. " A nice store. Lacking in some departments. Maybe we could have a partnership? I'll have to ask my associates, but we could provide much more, err, complicated fabrials."
  10. Septimus jumped back as Kalmar morphed, turning into an exact clone of Septimus with a monocle. A laser hit his leg, and pain shot up. Luckily his fabrial absorbed some of it, and adrenaline helped as well. He grabbed a spare gemstone and put it in his right hand. He had a plan. He feinted a punch at Kalmar, but instead began to scorch the air with his Heat Fabrial.
  11. Hey! I made an update to my character, and checked with Archer. He said to put it here for thoughts. This won't take effect until after my fight with Kidpen. I felt my character was a little underpowered and fought repetitively, so here's the updated version
  12. Name: Talad Rohan Planet: Roshar Age: 23 Appearance: About 6'1", Medium length brown hair (Usually unkempt). Wears an earthen colored longcoat, and walks barefoot. Blind Investiture: Willshaper of the 2nd Ideal Weaknesses: Blind. History: Talad was born blind, but was never slowed down from doing things. He used his hands to create, without even seeing what he made. He attracted a spren at an early age, and learned to use his powers. He found a way to see, using vibrations from the Earth. Through this connection he can also hear the Listener rhythms. Despite his blindness, he is an intelligent, witty, and fun-loving person. He is fond of poking fun at people, but can become serious and deterined when the situation calls for it. Due to his early spren bond he has grown extremely adept with his powers, but has been unable to speak the 3rd ideal.
  13. Lock it, I don't care
  14. Septimus stood resolute. Nothing from outside affected him. He felt the freedom, he felt the tremors in the earth. He noticed the slightest movement from Nei'en. The world seemed to spin around him, envelop him. He heard the music of the ground. The rhythm. A small comet like spren floated around him, pulsing to these same rhythms. He snapped awake from his almost trance like state. He looked down around him, where the stones of the street had warped. Nei'en, still only partially awake had sunk a good 2 inches into the ground. Confused, Septimus stood and contemplated.
  15. Septimus grabbed his conjoined arrow, and slowly glided down. He landed silently, and stood behind Rhazien. He said nothing, as nothing need be said.
  16. Nei'en was flailing his arms furiously as a laser singed his wild hair. Septimus, although tired and contemplative, couldn't help giggling a little. " Go get him Nei'en" Septimus said chuckling as he threw Nei'en out of his little cubby flying to land on Kalmar.
  17. Septimus glanced down, frowning. How did he get up here? He looked at Nei'en, who sat crisscross, eagerly awaiting a reply. " I don't know what I'm waiting for. I just know that I need to wait." after staring dramatically off into the sky for a moment he looked back at Nei'en. He picked up the card, " Come on, that isn't even proper pig latin."
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