Life&Death

Soul burned aluminum and suddenly became normal speed again. Walking out of the range of the cadmium grenade he lashed himself into the distance. A little while later he returned in a dark black suit, with a bright silver tie. Instead of swords he sported a black and silver colored cane. He hair was no longer messy from the fight, but styled very stylishly. “Will there be food?” He asked. El spinning around him in a reflective liquid ribbon. “That’s why I come to these you know.”

It started to creep him out. So he threw food at Butt.

Soul caught up Tevarah, saw what was happening, and stopped to glared and shake his head in disapproval. “Kissing in the middle of a battle? Come on, I expected better.” He muttered to himself. weilding dual Shardblades Soul attacked Teravah, slicing first at his feet, the using his momentum to whip the swords around and drive one Shardblade towards his chest, and Soul’s Elblade through his arm.

“Uhh” groaning very eloquently Soul stored away all Identity again and tapped gold, healing his head. He had already drained lots of healing from the goldminds, he was unable to draw it as effectively so it drained very quickly. One of ten were already almost empty. Standing up, Soul stabbed the remaining man in the chest with one Shardblade, and left it there. He summoned his Elblade in its stead. ”Sorry Lopen,” he muttered to himself, “I’ll need more control over this sword.” Lashing himself towards Teravah, he followed in close pursuit. This time, no mercy.

A man smashed the ground, freeing Tevarah. Soul grinned, and lashed himself forward, making himself faster and stronger. both shardblades swung in an arc, one towards each man.

Healing flooded Soul’s leg, restoring his injured foot. Ripping our the spikes he towed them to the ground, but kept the metalminds. Storing away all Identity, he became a black slate and tapped the healing inside them to heal the empty spike holes. “There he is.” El spoke in his mind. Smiling, Soul lashed himself towards the immobile Tevarah.

Welcome and enjoy your stay. (Side effects of joining is a loss of both time and social life, as my friends constantly remind me whenever they see me on this.) What’s your favorite Sanderson book?

Sorry I am late to this. I don’t think I have any mental disorder except maybe a mild form of depression. Not sure, never been diagnosed or felt what it would be like to have worse. Anyway, I want to add my support to this and anyone with any form of mental illness. I think that all things like this, to raise awareness for things that cause others to have difficult lives, are awesome things to do.

Soul jumped and lashed himself skyward as fast as possible, but one of his feet got sliced by the Shardblade. Intense pain shot through his leg, then nothing. No...I can’t feel my leg! Soul collapsed back on the ground. Stormlight rushed into him in an attempt to heal it but nothing. He was still unable to heal. Grabbing his swords, and using one of them to push himself up, Soul glances to where Teverah flew off to. Grimacing he lashed himself to follow. Soon he would know that even with one functioning leg, Soul was still a force to be reckoned with.

Soul reached Septimus and Tevarah, and lept forward and sliced the bat in half. Lashing out (not stormlight, just fast movement) Soul punched him as hard as he could, stormlight enhancing the blow and sending Tevarah flying 15 feet away. Soul advanced slowly towards him, spinning his shardblades in his hands. "You chose the wrong side, Tevarah. I am sorry."

It’s mostly for RP. If you don’t role play then it doesn’t matter. If you do RP, it still mostly doesn’t matter cause then you can role play to get a new one. Enjoy the Shard!

“To best kill Rhazien, we should first kill his bodyguard.” Soul whispered to El. Drawing one aluminum sword, and summoning his shard blade he lept towards the man struggling in a cyclone of glowing sand.

Soul lifted his new shardblades and charged into the battle, looking for Rhazien, but not to charge him. ”Rushing him clearly doesn’t work.” He muttered.

Soul stabbed his two aluminum blades into the ground and grabbed the two Shardblades. Wincing as the screams filled his mind, he slid them into the aluminum sheaths on his back. “These two are probably more powerful then my aluminum blades, but the screaming gets distracting. What do they do?”

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you just gave away your soul. Or at least the Warbreaker equivalent. Sorry about that.

"They are made of an aluminum alloy." Soul responded in a monotone voice, no emotion or personality at all. "They are stronger and heavier then traditional aluminum, yet cannot be affected by investure. All my weapons are made of this same alloy." "There are many powerful people here." El said in his mind, "We need to know who we can trust before we let our concentration slip." Soul didn't move or open his eyes throughout this, and started burning aluminum as a precaution against anyone else messing with him. El was right, caution would have to be exercised here, even though everyone was supposed to be temporary allies, it never hurt to be careful.

"No, Hemalurgy is too risky. I rarely use the spike I have, I'm not about to spike myself more." Soul stored Identity, making himself a blank slate. Impatience no longer applied to him, neither did any other attribute. Soul sat crosslegged and began to meditate in preparation. Dual swords crossed on his lap, and his spren on his shoulder.

"I am already trained to be as deadly as possible. And my weapons are suitable for killing Rhazien." Soul addressed Lopen. Glancing around He saw many people here. Already bored, Soul drew an aluminum blade from his back and started tossing it from hand to hand. "How long will it take for everyone else to be ready to attack? And if it takes long, do we really need all these people?"

Believer by Imagine Dragons. Arena by Lindsey Stirling I’m glad you have good taste in music

Soul remained silent. Nei’an stated the only question that needed asking.