Sorana

I'm in! What do you need me to do? Where is the one threatening our cute Doomslug? #Free Doomslug

Hello and welcome to the Shard! Which book of Brandon did you like best so far?

Hmm

Oh wow that's beautiful. The only thing I like about winter is snow And a nice fire of course, that with a good book makes winter alright

"And yet, you do nothing to help him?" She gestured to Max. "You simply let him stand there like this? That's what he gets for trusting you? Can't you at least help him?" Her voice sounded strange in her own ears and she saw another man appear, but she ignored him. Ignored them all. Max. She had to find a way, at least for him. She was too far gone, to really care that she just begged her enemy to help another enemy that was her friend or maybe not. Desperate, she was desperate and desperation led to strange actions. @Mraize

It was this power, that held the world together.

The man leaned against the wall and smoked. He was bored. Keeping up the illusion was easy, he only needed to wait for the signals and have it say, what they told him. He had to admit he was proud of his illusion. It wasn't everyday, that the council needed an elite like himself. He stayed focused, let the figure answer the question according to his instructions. He was still smoking, when the rioting hit him, shattered his control in the blink of an eye. The figure that had spoken to the crowd vanished in a whisp of stormlight. ====================================================== "You need to get a grip on yourself." Brashen, his words didn't make sense and she ignored them, until a head dropped onto the ground in front of her. Dead eyes stared at her, and that finally cut through the darkness. For a moment she able to recognize what was happening, realize when she had felt like this before. "You can climb out of this." Brashen reminded her quietly and Althea shook her head. She wouldn't she had climbed out of this pit once, she wouldn't be able to do this a second time. But it didn't matter. "Get up." he told her, "Repair your glasses." Althea did it. Put them on her face, her fingers were bloody. Blood. That was good, blood meant she was dying. She wasn't worth living anymore. Dying wasn't that bad. "Get up." Brashen repeated and she staggered to her feet, pressed a hand against her hair. Her skin felt raw, and she realized that she had to have lost her gloves sometime. It was still bright outside. She needed to get into The Shadow. "Get away from here." She looked around, insanity all around. Max, he was the key, he was doing this. Her thoughts stopped there, and she took a deep breath. Darkness, is stretched farther, grabbed her again only a sharp command from Brashen kept her on her feet. She staggered over to the barrier, no way through. Her mind was sluggish, didn't work and so she did the only thing she could think of. She used her fists and hammered at the forcefield. It didn't bulgde and only when her fist hurt, did she turn away, face the one that had brought this over them. "Solace! Why, are you killing your own? At least half of them is on your side! You told them you will lead them, and instead you start a war, instead you simply sacrifice them. Max follows you and you brought him here! Why?" @Mraize She was crying again, her feet standing in blood, her dress slowly soaking it up. Ghostbloods. That name was strangely right, the were soaking their own city in blood. Althea tried to concentrate, in case he would deign to answer, but the darkness grabbed at her again, pulled her deeper. Unworthy, she was unworthy, she was useless, desperation, endless desperation. She screamed and tried to push it back, to at least hear if he answered, even if she might not be able to understand the sense behind.

It's cold... and it will get even colder

Forget all theories, ignore all spekulation! This is the most important question of all!

And you!

5 hours... not as good as my seven, but still

Althea saw Max turn towards her and then he lifted his hands and screamed. His scream tore through her, wiped out any coherent thought, shattered her, drove her to her knees. She screamed in response, pressed her hands angainst her face, smashing her sunglass. Blood ran down from her temples, but she didn't even feel it. This was her mistake, all of this was her mistake. Something familiar stired inside herself, a darkness she had buried long ago, she had fought out of, reaching out, claming her. From afar she heard Brashen's voice, he talked to her, tried to help her, but she couldn't even think about what he said. She was going to die here, and she would take all of them with her. All those that had decided to follow the council, would go down with her. She had failed, utterly and completely failed. "I never told her." her voice was raw, was she screaming? She didn't know, didn't even know if she spoke aloud or not. "I never told her, that she has a sister, that she isn't alone." Desperation grabbed her heart, dragged her deeper and deeper, and endless whirlwind of pain and death and fear. It was her mistake. She had been too afraid to approach her, to tell her that she existed. Had been too afraid to face the one that had taken her place, the one that had been loved by their parents. Had been too afraid to ever go back and face those that had left her alone. Hiding in a laboratory had been easy, a way to pretend the world didn't exist. She screamed again when the once familiar feeling of nothing seeped into her, a nothing born out of desperation, of pain. His pain. Another thing she had failed. She had known that he needed help, and she had let him go, she should have followed, should have tried more. A spanreed, anything for him to contact her, maybe make contact herself. "I'm sorry Max. I failed you." Brashen he was there, still talking, screaming at her, but she couldn't listen, couldn't bring herself to even try and grasp what he was saying. Her nails clawed into her head, drawing more blood, mixing with the tears that ran down her face. Althea succumed to the blackness as it roared awake, as it caressed her with its promisses, with its endlessness. And somewhere along that she felt herself break apart, like a glass falling onto the floor.

Voted! @BitBitio Alright, yours was better than mine for Shai! Good work! I liked it a lot! @John203 Good work on your side too!

Butt thought about eating that and suddenly he felt sick.

Maybe? I never tried it out. But the cocoa can make a small pile on the spoon, no need to spare with it.

That sounds right Thank you!!! only cocoa, that's enough. And I mean the one you use for baking, without sugar of other stuff, only cocoa. Not the powder you can use to make a hot chocolate. But you can add of course chocolate. Sry, that one I forgot. I'll edit it in. Add some powdered sugar directly before serving. If you add in earlier it will get soaked into the cake. I can also add a picture when I bake it the next time, but that's probably after christmas, because I'll be making gingerbread and other christmas cookies next. Edit: forgot to answer the question about the guild: This is no Alleyverse guild, but simply a "guild" open for all who like chocolate. It's purpose is chocolate. So it's more a fun thing, where you can for example share recipes, or simply feel good that you found others who like chocolate as much as you do.

Good morning and I lost again

I also loved the restaurant at the end of the world, where you can sit safely inside and watch how everything ends over and over again.

Althea turned at the yells and it took her a moment to recognize the man inside. Max. She left Solace to Mr. Amber and Hellbent and spoke quietly in her device, telling some underlings to move those loyal to them away, get them to safety. They started immediatly and she stepped over ,to the border of the circle he had created, looking at him. His helmet covered his face and for a moment she wished she knew if he had succumbed to the voices in his head, or if he had managed to find a way. "Max." she greeted him wish his name, unsure what else to say. He had decided to follow Solace and from what she knew of his narrator, this meeting would be different from their last one. She looked at him again and then couldn't stop herself from adding. "How are you?" because apart from everything else and the fact their only conversation had taken a few minutes, this was important.

And guacamole!

Of course! That's why I mentioned the 42.

And christmas cookies!!!