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Times asked her, "Breadmunks, I have may?" Times did not know Yoda-speak well.

"Savages? Or just wary of strangers?" Ambrosia, stuck in a scholarly trance didn't even care about the fact that Tomek was hurt. She pulled out the dart. "Fascinating! What materials are these? They aren't in the cosmere..."

Ambrosia caught up with Tomek. "How did you find this?" She looked around. It was stable. But then she realized something. It was a different world. YES! "We need to explore. There may be more living here."

I know some. If we want to divide it up, I'll take responsibility for the Winter Siege. Time Order: Winter Siege Invasion of Goldhaven Mountains Victory in Newcago Synod War Resurge of Chaos Victory in Synod Village ??? After that, what do we do? That's what I have so far, but we should add more than that. I added the Chaos Resurge, I think that should be in there. Nearly winning the battle, then a huge host of Chaos Marines coming back and driving them out.

Galladon went insane, attacking the Breadmunks.

One word: YES!!!

Atticus walks into the waystop, ragged and smelling of smoke. "That did not go as planned. I'm going to need a new assistant." He walked over to the bar and sat down. "Beer please. Add plenty, I drink more now that I'm a Space Marine. And Breakfast too." He crumpled to the floor, snoring. He only said one more word, and he repeated it. "Food."

Hopefully he knows that worlds are unstable unless you fill the gemstone with stormlight or other investiture. She walked out, jumped in a boat, and followed Tomek. @MacThorstenson

I'll be a pinch hitter again.

@I think I am here.

"I was there. I decided to leave to get this, so I could map the Boundless Worlds and find out if there was more stable ones. I'm trusting of them because I hired them to come here. And the Craftsmen have never betrayed client."

One thing to say. JOIN THE ALLEYVERSE!!!

Granted, but his wish is insulting. I wish to be a skybreaker herald.

"Yes, that is fine. The satellites will be fine, as long as they stay away from the Lost, the demons of the Boundless Ocean. To be certain, they will have to be coated in silver, then coated again in aluminum. Either coating should suffice, but they could still be destroyed." Turning to Tomek, she said, "They teleported. It's fine for them, but we are going to need a defense against that. I plan on asking the Craftsmen to make a machine that will do it. @MacThorstenson @Inklingspren

Granted, but the minion will never understand what you mean, and will interpret all your requests wrong. I wish that Inklingspren was intelligent.

What is your Hogwarts house? What is your favorite type of Oculators Lense? If you could have one epic power, what would it be? Darkside or Dayside? Beavers or Wombats?

Ambrosia appears in the base, smiling. That went well. Then she saw the Craftsmen. Already? She walked over to the leader. "Hello, welcome to the base." @MacThorstenson, @Inklingspren

Blood on the Blade The Space Marines were going to try a different strategy. A style similar to the Ghostbloods. A knife to the back, an empire falls. The threat was looking more impossible by the day, so they had decided they must resort to... unethical ways of warfare. They sent a specialized group, a coinshot space marine, Atticus, and Oculator, steelpusher, and ironpuller, and three space marines trained in assassination, with shardblades. Blackbane dart shooters were given to each. This group were close friends, trained to work together for a long time. It would help their performance. They snuck through the night, special machines muffling there footsteps. It was a new moon, totally dark. No one would find them. Unless they got caught. They had contingencies in place. They reached the camp, and snuck around the perimeter. They were only a few feet away from the leaders tent when everything went wrong. A guard fell dead. The Oculator looked around, and saw one of the marines holding the dart shooter. Voice a hiss, he whispered, "What did you do? You could give us all away!" The Space Marine looked back, unrelenting. "He was the one. He killed Avery." Understanding dawned on the Ocualtors face. There would have been six on this mission. One had died in The Slaughter of Spikes. Then happened. The moment that may have changed the course of the war. The Abominations were ready. They had known they would do something. So they had prepared. The guard had been a puppet, controlled by the Puppeteer. They had known it would draw anger. As the men bickered, they sent one shade. It snuck behind them, grabbed one, and killed him. Then the Dark Kandra came. It grabbed him and ate him, becoming him. He walked into the group. Then pulled off his helmet. They were doing this for It. It wanted a show. And It got what it wanted. The fighting Space Marines turned and looked at him. Then his head slide off, a clean cut. The Dark Kandra had prepared that. She knew it would terrify the men. Then she liquified the body, terrifying them more. One screamed slightly, terrified. Suddenly he began jerking. Then stopped. Pulling off his helmet as well, he walked over to the coinshot. He put his head up to his Shardblade, then head butted him. The blade killed them both. Three dead, the remaining assassin and the oculator looked at each other in terror and confusion. Something passed between them. They jumped out from there hiding spot, to see a huge horde of Chaos Marines, surrounding the Puppeteer and some Shades. The puppeteer smiled. Then a blade came out of his chest. The body slumped. "Steelrunner baby!" The assassin smiled. Then a strange thing happened. Ten Chaos Marine were swirled to a central point. There flesh and muscles and bones melted, mixing. Then it came together in a huge, horrifying shape, with large arms recognizable. Ten more Chaos Marines started jerking. The Puppeteer was back, somehow. Even the spikes were still there. The ten Chaos Marines grabbed the Oculator and the Steelrunner. They chained them to slabs. Then they began to torture them. First a slow cutting of little slits in their faces. Then burning, freezing, and more. The two were there for hours. Then they pulled out the final peice. A bloodforged lense. A torturers lense. They made the Oculator watched as they submitted his friend to unbearable agony, hurting him incredibly, until he broke. Then they put him under water, and drowned him. The oculator watched as they did this, growing anger and despair. He hit his head on the slab, switching to his translators lense. Then he disappeared. He grabbed the bloodforged lense and teleported away. He appeared back at the camp, shooken and grieving. His closest friends had all died, one tortured until he broke. He had survived by luck. But he wished he hadn't. He grieved. It smiled. That had been fun. It was happy how it had turned out. It piled the bodies in a heap, letting them bleed on the ground. Then It stuck there shardblades through there chests, into the blood. They would be remembered as the failed assassins, the ones who failed in an attempt to win the war. It smiled. As It turned away there was a flash, and diamond appeared arround the bodies. The only thing that had happened was It moving It's hand. The words were there. The words read: Here lies failures. They died of their own faults, and they will wallow in their gore for eternity. It left the bodies, diamond bubble fused with steel ground. It didn't kill. It decimated.

"Thank you, I will be back when I have need of further business." Ambrosia walked out the door, pulled out the gem, and disappeared.

"I have the location right here." Sha handed him a slip of paper. @MacThorstenson

Atticus and his assistant walked in. "Don't worry about the corpses. We will take care of the rest. He sent out his assistant to look for salvageable armor that wasn't demonic, and then pulled out a flamethrower. Once she came back, dragging a few corpses, he started it, with the frostbringers lense ready on his eye. They burned. They all burned. And he enjoyed watching it. They had killed many of his friends in the Long War, especially in the Winter Siege. They deserved their fate. He smiled grimly.

A message appears, signed by the leader of the guild.