Sorana

Vulken observed the woman getting up, then he focused on the man that stepped between them. Finally someone to be taken seriously. Her attack hit him by surprise, suddenly he was flying backwards, and instinctively flared steel. Pushing against a candleholder set into a wall to his right, he crushed it with his weight, but managed to throw himself out of the way of the coin. It hit the wall behind him with a crunching sound, and sprayed chips of stone everywhere. He threw some coins in the air, flared steel again and pushed them towards the woman and the man opposing him. Time to see how good they were ===================== Damaya saw Araha stumble and fall to her knees. She tried to form a coherent thought, tried to move past the stoney resolve that told her to protect the man behind her. She looked again at Araha at what she saw in the eyes of her friend, ignited something. She knew this pain of suppressed memories. And yet the recognition didn't spark anything. Nothing. Resolve. He had told her to protect him. Protect him. She wasn't one to protect. She was bad at this. Really bad. The pressure increased and then it lessend. Suddenly everything rushed back in a wave, crushing over her, made her stumble to the ground. She cried out, fell to her knees. Pain shot through her legs, pain and fear, resolve and terror. Turning her head she saw the man evade an attack, obviously concentrating on something else.

Althea swore fealty to her new leader, accepting her new assignment with grace. The council looked great, as they were standing behind him. Less work behind the scenes, more interaction with people. She trusted the council and their decision, but still felt a pang of disappointment. She had liked what she had worked on before.

"I never attended anything like this before, but no I am not new here. I simply used to keep behind the scenes. Therefore the chances to have met were slim." Althea gestured in the direction of the garden. "I hope you don't mind if I go and take a look at the duel? We could go there together, and continue our conversation?" @Silva @PrinceDusty

"I did?" Althea shook her head, cursing herself. "It's good that you care. Somebody needs to do that." she replied, trying to keep her tone neutral. The woman was a guest. She had to be nice. "So... Is there any other way, I could be of assistance?" @Silva

Vulken started laughing. That woman was as pathetic as Damaya. The two certainly were a good fit. Crying and breathing and thinking too much of their little oaths. He burned steel and was surprised, that there weren't any blue lines pointing to Damaya's friend. Maybe she wasn't as thumb as Damaya. Increasing his preasure on Damaya's emotions he delightened in the way she trembled, how she stood there, protected him with her own body. Satisfied, that he wouldn't loose control over her emotions he focused again on the woman kneeling on the floor. He threw a coin in the air and then pushed. Pushed it until it hit Damaya's friend in her chest, now there was some metal at her body he could use. Then he pushed some more, intending to throw her backwards, or at least flip her over. Maybe that would finally convince her to attack him in earnest.

Good luck writing your raps! @Herowannabe Usually that's 48 hours, if I didn't miss a change of the rules.

This can lead to an endless cycle xD I lost again.

And to make sure it stayed that way he went and bought his least favourite food...

@Ark1002 So a part was still standing?

Thanks for quoting me! I lost!

"Yes, utterly convenient." Althea replied, a false smile spreading on her lips. "The staff is fine. You don't need to worry." she ensured the woman, although if she was honest with herself, she had absolutely no idea if anybody of the staff had gotten hurt. But they could always go to the hospital and let themselves get stiched together. "I fear, I haven't presented myself, yet. I am called Althea." @Silva

The man called Vulken looked at the woman stepping towards him and at the pitiful creature he had just called his daughter. If it weren't for her... well it didn't matter right now. There were more important things to focus on. Keeping up on his soothing he simply continued to supress everything that didn't fit the order following human standing before him. She had had so many chances to start following his commands - it didn't matter what would happen to her once his pressure was over. And if she even managed to kill that friend of hers, or at least distract her, that would be great. Focusing his eyes on the woman approaching them (= Araha) he reached out to another one of his ressources. If the friends wounded themselves, that would be a sight to see. Reaching out for the woman he carefully rioted her hate, her anger and her disgust of him. Hate was a powerful emotion and if he looked at her face, she already had so much in her. She wanted to protect her friend, somehow that was cute. With a delighted grin he continued his rioting, until he felt like it was enough. If he had judged right, she would stop thinking and simply come at him. His hand already held some coins, ready to use if needed..

I lost. I'm following too many people who play this game...

I like that idea. We also had a map where we placed the center of the bomb, so that we would have a part of the city, that was partially still standing (the north if I remember correctly). Even there a lot would have been in need to be rebuilt, but there the old structure of the Alleycity could still be seen.

Althea looked up when a woman approached her. For a moment she was surprised by the way to start a conversation, then she gave a short, appreciating nod. She liked it when people adressed what was going on. "One of our creatures escaped and attacked our guests. I am sorry if that caused any inconvenience to you." Sticking to the official story Lusk had told everybody, she told her nothing new. "My name is Althea. Is there anything I could do to compensate you for what happened?" She enquired politely, careful to keep away from any promises. Watching the woman's face she supressed a smile. It would be interesting to see if she pressed on further or let the topic fall aside. @Silva

Damaya pulled out some spheres and looked at them. They were glowing softly, their cold light painting a strange pattern on her hand. Softly she breathed in, careful reminding herself of what she had done earlier. The spheres turned dull and she put them away. Kneeling down she put her hand into the blood, felt it, slick and still warm around her fingers. It was gross and disgusting, but she felt like it would help her. She closed her eyes, trusted Araha to warn her, should something come by. Blood, what should she make out of blood. A smile spread on her face as she hand an idea. Her thought followed the blood and then she pushed it in the direction she wanted it. The stormlight rushed out of her and she opened her eyes, looking at the rose petals lying on the floor. That was definitly better. Proud of herself she got up, grinning at Araha. "I did it!" she exclaimed and hugged her. Out of the darkness a clapping sound was heard and then some steps. His eyes met hers. And she froze. Her happiness was blown away, and suddenly she wasn't proud anymore. Something deep inside her started screaming, called at her to turn around and run away. All other emotions seemed worthless, nonexistent next to this overwhelming internal scream. And yet her feet were glued to the ground, her eyes simply stared at him. He smiled and walked in her direction. “Damaya.” she remembered that voice. Again a part of her wanted to flee, but she stayed, unable to do anything than stare at him. Terror clutched to her legs and arm, rendering them useless. Wincing she looked over to Araha. Araha wouldn’t stand here, she would walk forward, she would challenge him. But she wasn’t Araha. She consisted of nothing, but that terror clawing at her mind. And yet, she walked forward, met him somewhere half the way. Suddenly her figure and the man she walked to blurred, their figures moving faster than it should be possible. // His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out some spheres. They were glowing softly, illuminated his hand. He walked closer, stopped when he stood in front of her. “Breathe in.” he instructed, his voice soft, warm. And yet it froze her insides, turned her gut into stone. There was nothing but his voice, only his voice and the soft glow of the spheres. Her hands shook when she grabbed the spheres, held them in her hand. She could breathe in, use it against him. The thought hung there, strange and uncomfortable. “Breathe in.” he repeated himself, and was there a hint of fear in his voice? Another strange thought. There was nothing to fear for someone like him. His hand closed around her arm and she stared at him, looked into his cold, unrelenting eyes. Something gave way and she breathed in, the stormlight flooding her veins. It was angry, unrelenting, it was strong. A familiar storm in her body. “Help me. These strangers that you brought here want to kill me and your mother. You have to protect your family.” he told her. When she didn’t react he repeated: “Daughter, Damaya. Did I not protect you?” Damaya stared at him, tried to understand, to think over the terror that held her mind in it’s grip. Help her mother. She had to help her mother. Did she? “You stupid girl.” his voice turned angry, and his grip on her arm painful. “Your powers belong to her. You belong to her. We both belong to her.” Her powers belonged to the woman? Another thought that felt wrong. Even more than the others. “No.” she whispered. “Coru belongs to me.” she claimed, felt a slight buzz on her free arm. Had she ever claimed him before? She didn’t know, was barely able to think. Her mind still screamed RUN with all of its power, her body was cold and rigid. Something had changed the moment he set his eyes on her. And yet, this thought. Her powers belonged to the woman? This was wrong, completely utterly wrong. “No.” she repeated and then a sharp pain raced through her muddied thoughts. He’d broken her arm. She recognized this, as one might recognize a butterfly sitting on a flower. Pain laced her arm and yet, as she looked at it the bone was already knitting itself, the stormlight se’d instinctively inhaled healing her. The pain subsided, leaving nothing behind, but a dark dread. “Protect me.” he repeated and she shook her head. “They’re mine. My powers are a part of me.” They were hers, she know nothing but this she knew. Everything was muddied, confused. Her thoughts running in circles, her emotions a wild whirlwind. She didn’t want these powers, she hadn't asked for them, but they were hers. He stared at her, anger flaring in his eyes, saying something, but she didn’t listen. She only heard Coru’s voice somewhere close to her ear. “I accept. That’s a good truth.” Damaya shrank back, only partially realizing what had happened. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But the man grabbed her arm, thought she wanted to flee, and she cried out in pain, when he closed his fist around the spot that had been broken only a few seconds earlier. “You won’t run away. You will help your parents. You will be a good child, you will do what we tell you!” Damaya stared at him, eyes wide in fear, pain and the numbing terror, that had filled her since he had set his eyes on her. Her memories whirled around in her head, threatening to overhelm her. Her powers they were hers. Coru was hers. “Use your powers and help me!” He stressed the your and she nodded. Her powers. That felt right. Finally something was right. Her mother. She had loved her mother. Her blonde hair, the way she smelled. Thinking of her mother brought some order to her thoughts and she felt resolution well up in her. Helping her mother, that sounded great. “Damaya, no.” Coru whispered, but she ignored him, instead took a bag full of spheres that the man offered. Breathing in, she felt the stormlight in her. “No. Damaya, please you have to think.” her spren repeated and something deep inside herself pushed the doubts he ignited away. Instead it hardened this strange resolve, even reduced the terror, until it subsided into something manageable. // She turned around, then stepped up, placing herself between him and those that had followed her here. “Damaya.” Coru’s voice turned desperate. “You swore an oath. This is about your own way, not theirs. They oppose all that you ought to fight for.” There was nothing but the resolve and a sliver of hope underneath. If she did what they told her, maybe they would stop. It was this hope that had given her the strength to oppose them again and again and again. But now it betrayed her, offered another way out. Do what they want you to do, and it’s over. No more pain, no more fear. Only resolve and peace. This time she thought about a reply and something changed, for a moment the resolve shattered and the terror was back, the pain, the anguish. She almost welcomed them in their strength, but then they were gone again, leaving her with the resolve and that treacherous hope underneath. When she finally did reply, her voice was steady and cold, almost lifeless. “Sometimes an oath isn’t enough.” @Cyanic @Gancho Libre @Grey Knight @Silva

@Niteshado I'm using a pc. Never had anything else, apart from my gameboy. And you?

All my colleague are talking about this. I want to play, but I think I'll have to wair until Christmas, then everything will be more relaxed at work. If I buy it now, I will definitly play it and I don't have the time... T_T But if you could give me some feedback if it's really as great as it sounds, that would be strongly appreciated!

She spit out the pineapple. Fracas Fracaw Socks didn't like pinecones.

*grin* Thank you @Rhapsody I lost again. And you will loose again once you log in next time ^.^

Damaya lifted her head and nodded. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

Hello and welcome to the shard! And which book did you like best?

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

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Hello and welcome to the shard! Which books of Brandon did you read apart from Mistborn?