Gancho Libre

Narrator Ganvcho decided to not tell them that, as narrators, they could just resurrect whoever they want.

'We should go kill those guys,' Nightblood said, directly into Szeth's mind. 'They look evil,'

The spanrial flashed, and the pen began writing. 'I, the undersigned, hereby pledge myself to the Guild of Scholars, and promise to strive to gather and spread knowledge throughout the Alleyverse and corresponding worlds. Signed, Xena Uzasny'

One of the pineapple pieces that littered the floor was suddenly gobbled up by an invisible monstrosity who happened to have good taste in food.

The Oathgate flashed, and another man stepped through. He was tall, imposing, and his left half was made of metal. Vesuvius smiled and spoke the words. "Power before Honor, Strength before Shards, Cosmere before EVERYTHING!!!" @ShardShaper

Narrator Ganvcho facepalmed.

I agree. I measure fantasy books mainly based on their magic system. Eragon has an ok system, so it's an ok book. Not terrible, not my favorite. The magic, it's different. I've seen too much 'Harry Potter' style magic.

Someone dodged. Unfortunately, the someone was not the character we've been talking about here, but instead a vague noun. This someone was halfway around the world and dodging bullets Matrix-style. Someone, the character, actually didn't dodge, so he got poked.

It poked him.

The Wild Idea's pokeball hit Someone in the face. Someone thought it was unfair since his pokeball hadn't even come close to hitting the Wild Idea.

Frob cried as he scurried away. He had told the numbers. Would Vesuvius kill him? He was useless. The eyes watched from behind. Bumping, spiking, pulsing. He was being followed. Frob was an animal! Beaten down and sliced. Frob massaged his shirt sleeve. Not metal. Breathing. it let his sweat. Would Vesuvius kill him? Vesuvius lived in the sewers. Or would his tail kill him? He didn't want to die. He needed to live. That's what Vesuvius said. Even if Vesuvius would kill him in the end. Frob would obey! Frob would watch! They could communicate telepathically, Frob knew. He could feel it. that aura around them, a chain linking them, visible, as far as he knew, only to his eyes, to his pulses, to his bumps. frob was in the dark! He was scared. Telepathy. It was dangerous! Yellow! Bright! He needed to- 'I commend your efforts,' a voice in Frob's head whispered. 'But you really are useless to me now. You told the numbers. Nothing in your head is useful now.' Frob froze. The voice. The voice of news. The voice of change. It hurt! The voice cut his mind! 'Come to think of it,' the voice continued, 'I should have had you captured myself. I would have gotten my information much faster that way. But at least I have it.' Frob shivered as he walked. The water soaked into his shoes. 'You are being followed. You are useless. Goodbye. it is time for you to go.' Suddenly, the burning in his mind began to sear, to scorch. He kept walking, staggering, while animals fought inside his skull, tearing, ripping, killing, stealing. Frob could feel the talons destroying him. The numbers were all he had! Why had he given them away? Not even Vesuvius had been able to take the numbers from him. Frob shook his head, trying to restore his mind even as he lost it. Vesuvius must have sent the assassins, to take the numbers. He and Vesuvius were linked, weren't they? Wasn't it Vesuvius' mind that he heard? No. That was a voice he had heard only once before. He flared Bronze, Seeking as he had always been. A shield. A shield of insanity. It meant nothing now. Frob was going to die. His efforts meant nothing. But his mind cleared. The Seeking illuminated his follower as if Frob had eyes on the back of his head. Even if the tail wasn't using investiture, Frob would still see him. That was the way of the mist. The edges of his vision dimmed away into beige coloring. His thoughts were useless now. But now they were more shielded then they had ever been. the voice had severed itself form Frob. If Frob died, then the voice would too. The bond was strong. Now, Frob could think freely. Even as his mind was ripped to shreds. Mental Speed. Everything slowed to a crawl. Frob thought as hard as he could. Vesuvius... Vesuvius knew nothing. Vesuvius didn't know what they were doing. All Vesuvius knew was Frob's madness. A shield from the bond. Frob had survived as long as possible. Now, he would die. But, now he was free to think about what he wished. He was free to think as hard as he wished as well. In slow motion, Frob fell to the sewer floor, the water soaking his knees. He didn't care. He searched through the remnants of his mind, searching for the information he had hidden there, the thing he must tell the others. He found it. He thought it. and, for a split second, another consciousness opened into Frob's mind. A gentle, loving one. but also a careful one. It snatched up Frob's offered information and left immediately, leaving Frob alone to die. Frob didn't care. it was hard to care about anything. He was dying. He had told the numbers, true. They would point the way to Vesuvius. They would point the way to Vesuvius' secrets. they would share Vesuvius' location. Frob had devised the code himself, in his insanity. In the moment of interrogation, it had been all he could think of. But his mind held something even more dangerous, even more important. Frob would share that with his friends, in the moment of death. It was gone, out of Frob's memory. A second later, his Feruchemy ran out, and Mental Speed slowed to normal. Frob died, his mind torn apart, his brain reduced to a grey lump of useless matter. But the two things, the two pieces of information that Frob could offer, the two things that were of utmost importance, had been shared. Vesuvius' numbers. Those terrible, terrible numbers. The second was Frob's secret. His goal. His successes. The thing Frob hid under his insanity, to keep Vesuvius form finding it. To keep the voice from digging out. The secret to restoring Ioc. Frob's eyes misted over with beige color for a second, hidden in the dark of the sewer, as Frob's life passed from his body. The color rose from his eyes in a mist, almost instantly dissipated in the open air, but for a second standing witness of Frob's sacrifice. @Nohadon

And it had hemalurgic properties.

It had a pineapple on the end. This baton would be feared as one of the worst and deadliest maces ever to exist.

And guess who was the conductor?

"No!" Frob insisted. "Not his hideout. I didn't do his hideout! Please! 4-8-6-0-9-1! 5-0-1-2-4-5! 8-8-9-3-4-2! 7-0-7-9-4-1! Please! I can feel you seeing me! STOP LOOKING AT ME!" He would have cried if he had any tears left. Grom. Dead. Harj. Dead. Verk. Dead. Kerl. Dead. Treb. Dead. Dead, dead, DEAD!!! All dead. Nobody to help Frob. Nobody. He couldn't help Frob! His eyes were blind. He could see nothing! His fingers wanted to strangle! He was entrapped! He couldn't breathe! No, no, no, no! They were all gone. Frob wasn't gone. But Frob knew when he would be. Hellbent would kill him. Or one of the others. Frob was not going to survive! "Four-Eight-Six-Three-Two-Seven-Three-Zero-Two-Four-One-Four-Nine-Four-Six-Three-EIGHT!" he babbled, his voice rising in volume. "I don't know the numbers! He told me them. I know them! Stop asking me if I know them! I DON'T!!" @Sorana @Ark1002 @Nohadon @Minato™ @I think I am here.

Same. 10/10.

Koloss are totally human! Heck, this one's name is Human.

The worst part was that nobody could tell if it was 'Green Ess' or 'Gree Ness'.

I like it!

Let's see... you've got Moana there, using a silver fork to eat seaweed like spaghetti. Unfortunately, a the moment this picture was taken, she had accidentally speared one of those coconut things in the movie, and she can't eat that, but it is kinda funny, so she's smiling. I'll give it a 9/10.