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Deteca noticed Zokora’s flinch and almost frowned, but concealed it. Maybe she’d just remembered something unpleasant...like the army invading the heart of their universe right now. Yes. That. Any remainder of a laugh fled her. “Okay.”

Was not expecting this to become a roleplay, but I love it. A story without conflict sucks, so Aimia is going to rally Roshar to fight against you eventually. Well, the parts of it close to Aimia, at least. The other side of the continent might have to fall. WHO’S WITH ME? Neona Reyalpelor looked up from her battle maps. It was time at last for the Dysian and Siah to prove their superiority over other Rosharans! And of course that had to start with the countries that had not allied themselves with Aimia. Iri, Rira, and Shinovar were the only others that would be safe. She sent a hordeling to tell a scout to tell the advance force to begin its attack upon Thaylenah, already weakened. Hurt Thaylenah, heal Aimia Iri - 5 Rira - 5 Reshi Isles - 4 Herdaz - 5 Aimia - 8 Shinovar - 6 Jah Keved - 5 Alethkar - 5 Thaylenah - 2 Central Dominance - 4 Northern Dominance - 6 Eastern Dominance - 5 Southern Dominance - 5 Western Dominance - 5 Terris Dominance - 5 Fjordell Empire - 10 Svorden - 10 Duladel - 8 Hallandren - 5 Idris - 4 Pahn Kahl - 3 Elendel Basin - 6 The Roughs - 5 Southern Scadrians - 5

Deteca burst out laughing, welcoming the happy feeling. “Nope,” she said, grinning at Zokora. “I’ve just always found it to have more downsides than benefits for me. Plus I don’t like the way it tastes.”

Well, RIP.

“You saw someone die?” Cassie asked, wide-eyed.

No, I will never tell you that.

I think solidify counts as the opposite of liquid.

Cassie clasped her hands in front of her chest nervously, twisting her fingers, then cupped Joy in both hands when the lightspren wandered over. She had no idea what to expect...and yet somehow, the Nightwatcher was exactly as she had expected. At first all that could be seen was a smoky wisp of dark green mist, coalescing next to James. It spread slowly, but other tendrils were beginning to creep out from under his desk, seeping from his covers. Refusing to step back, even though she was a little bit spooked, Cass watched as the green fog wound around its Bondsmith’s legs. It joined seamlessly with the other mists roping through the bedroom; a light film of emerald sheathed the floor. It was cool where it touched her ankles and as indiscernible as a feather’s touch. Next to James, the mist stirred, several currents in it pushing one direction or the other. A whispering sound emanated from them. Their tempo increased, whipping faster, more gusts jerking up this way and that, though she couldn’t feel any wind on her skin. Then the green vapor began to rise, the layer on the bottom of the room somehow never lessening despite being drawn upward. The whispering got louder, but Cassie was unable to make out a single word. The tower of mist was changing incrementally by the second, rearranging to show a figure here, molding a focused eye there, until at last before them stood a woman Cassie knew could only be the Nightwatcher. What will you ask for, young Radiant? Her voice was like listening to a coin-leaf tree in the mountains, her expression a mask of unfaltering calm like stilled wind, her scent - when Cass dared to take a cautious breath - one of flowers that opened in the dusk. She had thought it over on the way here, and she knew exactly what she wanted to say. "I want to have the powers of a Willshaper at the Fifth Ideal. I'll take any bane, just give me the ability to help my frie - my family." The Nightwatcher looked at her for one moment. It was just a look, but Cassie felt like it was cutting her soul, stabbing right through. Child, you don't know what you're asking for. This will not be what you wish it to. Her misty form shifted almost imperceptibly, but Cassie couldn’t decide what the emotion in her solid green eyes was. “What do you mean?” She held Joy a little tighter and was reminded that spren had no physical form. Protecting them this way will hurt you worse than you can imagine. Cassie relaxed just a bit. This she had prepared for; this she knew. "I don't care if it hurts me. Just so long as I can defend them." Again, the powerful spren got an unfathomable look in her gaze as it pierced her. Was it amusement? Anger? Discomfort? You should care. “...What?” Never mind. The Nightwatcher drifted closer, halting in front of her. I will give you this, every power that a Willshaper who has reached the Fifth Ideal would have, and the consequences that will come with it. That look was sadness. But was it melancholy? A briefer sorrow? I will also give you a bane, in the hopes that you will not do more harm; all spren will be hidden from your eyes, kept from your ears, secreted from your mind. You will not sense them in any way. No...that was grief. This I grant to you, Cassandra. Those deep, grieving eyes held her paralyzed as the Nightwatcher’s hand shot out, palm lighting on the top of Cass’s head - mist dripped from it, clinging to her face, creeping up her nose - her mouth dropped involuntarily and it flooded in - she couldn’t breathe - all she could see was jade and moss and snakeskin, green, green - something broke ...and a white-hot pulse wracked her, new and awful and entirely unlike anything she had ever felt before. Cassie nearly threw up, it was so bad, but she held it in instead, grasping for somewhere else for the burning to go. She thrust it to her hands with some long-buried instinct, and felt something hard settle there. All at once the pain and pulsing heat fell away like rain, as did the Nightwatcher’s vapor. The spren was nowhere to be seen, though Stormlight filled a couple scattered jewels; loose gemstones in Cassie’s jeans glowed through the denim. And in her hands was a long, straight Shardblade, patterned with perfectly round dots that shone with Light. She stared at it, realizing with a jolt that this must be hers. This was Joy. “Wow,” she whispered at the Blade. Surprisingly, no answering flicker of emotion came from Joy, and Cassie blinked - then it came to her. You will not sense them in any way. Spren were invisible and mute to her now; she wasn’t even able to communicate with her own. That did hurt, just like the Nightwatcher had said it would. Though maybe not as much. Cutting off the exchange of emotions wasn’t quite as bad as she had feared. It wasn’t like the two of them had had any heartfelt conversations anyway. Sucking in a shaky breath, Cassie brought her head up to look at James. “Thank you,” she said quietly. I can help them now. I should be able to summon Plate too...and use Transportation. “Thank you, too, Nightwatcher,” she added, knowing the spren must still be there - Cassie just couldn’t tell now.

Deteca saw Cassie shiver, but say nothing. She spoke up herself. “I believe Ene may have been a Narrator at one point, but she left them long ago. Never talked about them much - at least not to me - but I got the impression that she often regretted leaving.” It hit her all at once that with her Writer gone, there was no one to protect her from an attack by another Writer. Even if they’d all banded together...something like that could be disastrous. But they wouldn’t, she reminded herself. They have laws, and harsh punishments for breaking them. She eyed the other man who’d walked over nervously. *** Wending through the crowd, Ieiea made her way to Zath. “Hey - it’s Zath, right?”

“Whatever you decide is fine,” Deteca said, shrugging. Making decisions sounded too difficult right now, after all the insanity of the last day. “I don’t drink, though.” It blurred your mind way too much to be safe for a spy, and besides that, her parents had been against it. Again, she looked at Neil, wondering if he was going to speak up.

You guys should tell me what you’re talking about

This is an interesting idea, and one I wouldn’t mind. I agree with everything Silva said! I don’t know if RPing Deteca counts, especially now that I’m going to start giving her Voidmaking, and she’s never been an NPC, but characters with supposedly less power can be really fun.

LUNA STOP CHEATING Same rule?

“Okay, take me there,” Slate whispered. @The Last Post

When you hear someone in the other room say “a Dark Alley” with no context, and you just grin.