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Yes, yes, I'm so sad about the upvotes. I'll be absolutely miserable if you give me another upvote

God Emperor Arkos rose from his throne, stepping out onto the floor of the boat. It was high above a Southern Scadrian nation. This was one of five in their small fleet. He grinned, walking to the edge. And jumped off. He fell through the air, then pushed a coin to the ground, landing. Arkos shouted, and the people around him stepped away. "I AM METALBORN! I AM GOD EMPEROR ARKOS THE FIFTH!" By the end of his trip, he had converted five villages, shown them he was a god, and taken their boats for his fleet. Hurt Southern Scadrial, Heal no one Iri - 10 Rira - 10 Reshi Isles - 5 Herdaz - 10 Aimia - 10 Shinovar - 6 Jah Keved - 6 Alethkar - 10 Northern Dominance - 4 Eastern Dominance - 3 Western Dominance - 2 Terris Dominance - 8 Hallandren - 10 Elendel Basin - 10 The Roughs - 10 Southern Scadrians - 8

yes you have as have you @Lunamor

What, Silva, don't blame me Also, @FatherTiempo, @Rebecca I see you lurking there

HELLO SILVA

You can't delete it. It's pretty easy to fix your notification settings though.

THANKS MAN HELLO SILVA Good morning Sorana!

God Emperor Arkos the Fifth grinned from the throne he sat on. He had hurt Elendel in taking over, but they were running well again. He would conquer the universe from here. Arkos spoke, and servants immediately attended him. "We are going to conquer the Southern Scadrians. We are in need of flight technology." The servant nodded, and rushed out of the room. Hurt Southern Scadrians, Heal no one. Iri - 10 Rira - 10 Reshi Isles - 5 Herdaz - 8 Aimia - 10 Shinovar - 6 Jah Keved - 6 Alethkar - 10 Central Dominance - 2 Northern Dominance - 5 Eastern Dominance - 3 Western Dominance - 2 Terris Dominance - 8 Hallandren - 9 Elendel Basin - 10 The Roughs - 10 Southern Scadrians - 9 who can now use flying boats!

it's next on the list in time order, thanks for reminding me! John grinned darkly at her silence. "Enjoy." He activated the fabrial. The painrial. It would fill her body with pain, activating every pain receptor she had. @Rushu42

The robot moved slightly, and a grenade hit it's side. A second hit, again two inches left of the hole it was aiming for. Both blew up, making craters in the Conqueror's side. If they had been two inches right though... that would have hurt. The tracking mechanisms had already gotten the location of the person who had fired, and, using heat sensors, the Conqueror knew where they were now. A rack of missiles came from the back, rockets. Three fired at once, one directly at the heat signature, one to either side. All three would blow massive craters in the area, and each on it's own should be enough to down the target. A second later, he sent a smaller missile from his finger at the heat signature, so that it would hit where the middle one had been. @kenod

Creatures had left the city, with Ajax captured, hurt. Massive bugs, borrowing things, a person with eight arms, and more. Five Ghouls had left as a back, crawling over buildings and corpses to get away. No one would find them. They would scatter into the wild, and had no plan for what to do next.

Wyrn Arkos the Fifth contemplated the object in his hand. His face was bloodied, beaten. Accumulated on it was the blend of sweat, dirt, blood, and mucus that the hunted tend to have. His brown hair stuck out at odd angles, dried mud, twigs, and other accumulated filth covering it. His fingernails were black, caked in blood, his blood and others, and mud. And his robe... the beautiful robe he wore, the robe fitting for a Wyrn, one who had accomplished the unity of his planet, who had begun conquering another planet, was ruined. It had been magnificent. Black, with purple for accent, and gold trim and patterns. Now it was ripped, beaten, revealing something of the strangeness that lay beneath. His gaze again fell on the object in his hand. It was nothing yet, but the potential... oh, the potential. He looked at the group around him. Five Dahkor, ten Fjordell soldiers, two priests, and five... other men. He grinned lopsidedly at them, his brown eyes wild. The air around them shimmered with breath. They were all from the attacks on Hallandren. He looked around him, noting the difference around him as well. His aura was stronger then any of the others. It was the accumulated Breath of a nation, along with multiple high level awakeners breath. He grinned, but it faded as he again looked at the object he held. Jaddeth, is what I do a sin? Was it your will for Fjordell to be destroyed, for me to have to slaughter my way out? His thoughts took a dark turn then, as he contemplated the object. If Jaddeth wills this, our religion is wrong... Shu Korath is correct then, or... worse... there is no god... His eyes slid shut, and his body shook. He couldn't accept that. He would die before accepting the lack of god. And as he sat their, shaking, surrounded by the most dangerous men in the Cosmere, his mind... changed. When he opened his eyes, they no longer harbored any doubt. Jaddeth, he scoffed. I can't believe I ever believed that. He raised one hand, and spoke. "Bring them in. I have decided." He glanced down at the object in his hand. A smooth metal spike. And it wasn't yet bloodied... but that would change soon enough. ~-~-~-~-~ God Emperor Arkos the Fifth, Herald of Life and Death, Embodiment of All That Is Holy, entered the building. The Government building of Elendel. His hair was no longer matted, his fingernails were clean, as was his skin. He wore a simple robe, the robes of monks in Idris. All skin but the skin on his face was covered. But his face... a spike was impaled through one eye, and Arkos could see a whole new world, a world of metal. His robe had strange bumps and ridges underneath it, circular shapes, long, stranger shapes. He walked into the room were the governor was giving his speech, shoving through, easily pushing his way through. At first, there was cries of outrage. Then, there was a horrified silence. Finally, screams. This spread throughout the crowd, and they began pressing away from him. He dropped a coin onto the ground, pushing off of it and landing in front of the governor. He turned away from the cowering man, turning to face the crowd that was both fascinated and terrified, trying to run and trying to get a good look at him. He let the robe fall down to his waist, revealing the strange patterns over his body. Ridges of bone, pale skin, the whole appearance was inhuman. it was amplified by the two spikes in his right rib cage, and the ghostly light brought by the color distortion around him. Ex-Wyrn Arkos the Fifth, God Emperor Arkos the Fifth, had revealed their greatest secret. Arkos was Dahkor. And now he was so much more. He grinned darkly at the crowd. He spoke, his voice booming throughout the room. "People of Elendel. Do you know who I am?" He watched the confused looks flit over their faces for a few seconds, then continued. "You have known a few gods. The Lord Ruler. The Survivor. Ironeyes. Harmony. Surely you recognize these spikes?" More screams filled the room. "No, I am not Death. I am worse then that... I am God Emperor Arkos the Fifth, Herald of Life and Death, Embodiment of All That Is Holy. I am the representative of all the gods I named... and their heir." He whirled, grabbing the Governor by the throat. He had been trying to crawl away. He leaned in close, spoke in a whisper that carried. "You shouldn't have ran." He turned, his bones and muscles rippling, throwing the Governor across the room, making him hit the wall head first, so hard it exploded like a watermelon hit with a sledgehammer, raining gore over the watchers. "That is just the first step. The government will fall. I am God." Through the windows burst the five dahkor. The wall was blown open, revealing the Fjodrell soldiers. Each had a spike in his heart. Through the front door came the awakeners. Wyrn Arkos grinned as the Constables entered, bringing up pile of cloth. "Strangle them." He threw the cloth with accuracy, and each choked a man to death. "Even cloth obeys me. I am God. This transition of power will hurt, unfortunately. But I will lead you to new heights, as the lords of humanity." The crowd rushed from the room as the Dahkor herded them, but none would forget. They had a new god. Hurt Elendel, Heal no one. Iri - 10 Rira - 10 Reshi Isles - 5 Herdaz - 7 Aimia - 10 Shinovar - 6 Jah Keved - 6 Alethkar - 10 Central Dominance - 3 Northern Dominance - 5 Eastern Dominance - 3 Western Dominance - 2 Terris Dominance - 8 Hallandren - 9 Elendel Basin - 9 The Roughs - 10 Southern Scadrians - 10

I feel like quite a few would. Not as much the spren, but there's a lot that are similar to giant bugs, or bug-people

*is back* So, the reason the army isn't all defeated is: it's an army of unrully monsters, without Ajax some would just... leave. So, yes, anything in the city is defeated, but lots will be gone. I also have plans for a cool plot next era involving them (if it doesn't work out, I'll just kill them off then)

Ok, there's going to be remnants of the army, which will be explained by me next era. But yeah, we don't have much left to do this era

good afternoon!

Wyrn Arkos glared at him. Hurt Alethkar, Heal Fjordell Iri- 6 Rira - 3 Reshi Isles - 4 Herdaz - 5 Aimia - 9 Shinovar - 6 Jah Keved - 5 Alethkar - 3 Thaylenah - 1 Central Dominance - 3 Northern Dominance - 5 Eastern Dominance - 4 Southern Dominance - 4 Western Dominance - 4 Terris Dominance - 5 Fjordell Empire - 8 Svorden - 9 Duladel - 10 Hallandren - 3 Pahn Kahl - 3 Elendel Basin - 9 The Roughs - 9 Southern Scadrians - 9