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*forgot what she meant*
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Actually, I wouldn't be comfortable with substracting more points. A knight radiant is expensive, not only because of their surges, but also because of their healing capacities and the fact that stormlight can enhance bodily features, make them stronger, have them run faster. It's like a bundle, but if I set a surge at 35 points, that would mean that 70 of the 90 points for a 1st oath are for the surges and only 20 for healing and enhancing. Just to explain my thoughts. I feel like the healing part should weigh slightly more than a surge. In general we try to not have weaknesses over 20-30 points in general, exceptions are always possible of course. How long does it take him to tie a memory and an emotion together? Can he do it in battle? And is there a limit to how many are active at the same time?
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You are all too far away to stalk.
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It's easier in a forum though. Sadly the Shard won't be able to follow us through the door But being a sorcceress I can.
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Hello! Are you sure? Good morning! You will see this when you wake up.
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Zokora stepped out into the harbour and walked over to a small bar with some stools overlooking the ships. "I've always enjoyed to come here. Watch the ships get loaded and unloaded." It was calming. She ordered something to drink and then waited for Neil and Deteca to order as well. The shadow was gone for now. Good. Relaxing slightly, she smiled again. @xinoehp512
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"Let's head inside and close the door. Price will take the first watch." Sagitta d and slow stepped into the carriage. Her leg hurt and shw grit her teeth against the pain. Finally she sat down. "No fighting between each other for the night." She asked the other two and then relaxed, waited for them to join her. A night. And then a journey somewhere. Get a weapon. Find a way for Zura to survive. Teach Price. It felt good. To have an agenda. Something that consisted of more than killing people. @I think I am here. @Lunamor
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"She's gone, she's gone, she's gongeshesgoneshesgonegongegonegonegone..." Mike sagged to the ground, his pressed the spike to his chest. Porcupine. She had been easily frightened, but also steady. A good balance to squirrel and fox. He curled up from pain, the feeling of loss so strong, so consuming, that he started to cry. His friend was dead, dead and now he had just killed another one. He'd hated them, wanted them gone, but not like this. now that she was gone, he realized he had lost more than just a voice in his head. He had lost a part of himself. Back, he had to get back. Ko'Tiel. Ko'Tiel would know. But he could never find them. He could never even try. Because they would kill him. @Sherlock Holmes
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I would be alright with finishing them off quickly and start the next era.
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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Wita smiled as well. "Restrained." She repeated and then tapped a finger against her bracelet. "Can you explain to me, how that works? Maybe later?" She looked back at Kira, saw her help Edwin up and waved at the little fairy. "Do you also have a fairy, and shouldn't we go?" Her earlier question about her ability almost forgotten.
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Shana listened to Edwin. Make mistakes, but learn from them. That sounded good. Really good. "Alright." She smiled at them, finally took a bite of her pancake, chewed and swallowed. "We will try to find a way. And if we can't we can always kill them. Or I can. Whatever."
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"Good." Sagitta smiled at him. Teach him. The thought to teach, to help him reach something he obviously had dreamed of. She'd never created something before. She'd always destroyed. "We'll start tomorrow at dawn. I need to get back in shape anyways. And we need to find some weapons." She looked down the street, waited for Zura to make her decision. @Lunamor
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@Dr. Dapper
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"Did you try? To reverse it, to free them?" Shana looked at him interested. "What happened?"
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Sagitta shrugged. "I never said it will be easy. But if you're willing to train, it's possible." "I'm used to a long sword, about the size of my body, but I usually have a common short sword as a sideweapon. Probably it's better to start with that. Less weight, easier to handle with less muscle." Sagitta eyed him. "You need to be strong to be a soldier, you need to fight. Your enemy and yourself. Your laziness, the pain after training, the fear before a fight. There are easier professions, but if your willing I'll teach you.
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Mike stumbled backwards, his back hit a wall. The spren zipped towards him, fast, too fast to escape, too fast to get away from. He would die. Heart beating quickly from fear Mike threw another rock and missed again, edged away, along the building, the spren slowing down, now that he had no way too go. Not sentinent, but able to perceive where he was. Spren. Useless, stuipd things. "Magic is its weakness!" Wes said, added something about surviving, but Mike stopped listening. Magic. He was no hero with a large magic sword, no mage to throw a fireball. He was nothing, but a boy. A teenager trapped in a nightmare. The spren trundled closer and he stabbed at it with his knife, unsure if he'd missed again or if nothing had happened. Magic. Of course. It was only a normal blade. Everybody knew, that you had to kill some monster with a magic weapon. A laugh escaped his lips, sounded too loud for the street, almost crazy, when he opened his shirt. Wolf made him move faster, urged him on. Protect his pack. He had to protect his pack. Mike touched the cool metal, felt the crusted blood around it. He'd touched them, touched them so often, he knew them well. Too well. Contrasting his earlier demonstration, he had no idea which animal sat where, he hadn't paid that much attention, back in Ko'Tiel's room, laboratory, whatever. The only thing he knew, was that they were magical. And not that far away from a knife. He closed his fingers around the spike and pulled, screamed at the pain, when he felt something break, torn away from him, from his sould not only from his body. Porcupine, he knew it, when the silent, calm presence vanished, when her touch of fear, of looking for an escape left his toughts. Fox moved forward, closed the gap, took control and he felt his ears change, but Wolf was there. Wolf made him ignore the pain, the loss, made him stab the bloody spike right through the spren. Kill it. Protect his pack. Blood ran down his chest when he moved and he screamed again, wished for Porcupine to come back, when he felt Fox stir again. @Sherlock Holmes
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Wita fell silent at his words. Brighter or dimmer. It was a good explanation, easy to comprehend. Fitting her. "It sounds beautiful. To be a light, a lamp. To shine and to stop shining." Her voice was soft for once, her excitedness fleeing her. "I'm not a sparker." She disagreed quietly. "I'm always dim, never bright. I'm like a broken command unable to work through the answer and yet asking the same question over and over again."
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"I was taught, that it's the highest duty to serve your country. No matter how you do it, as long as you are willing to give everything, you fullfill that duty." Damnation, she shook her head, followed his finger up into the sky and looked at the sky. They lived only a few days of travel apart, maybe some weeks. But they were so different. "I can teach you. It's what I know. My mother trained me to be a trader, but what I've really done in my life is fighting. We can get you a weapon, some armour, and then we can see. A battlefield is the worst place in the world, it's gruesome and awful. You can find anything there but glory - but if you want to." She shrugged. "I can teach you how to wield a weapon so that you don't die the first minutes. You instinct will come in handy as well." Looking him up and down she nodded. "You will need to add some muscle, but that's pure training. For the rest, your knowledge will keep you from being surprised by your opponents instincts. Until I figured Zura's out, the fight was over."
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"Thank you." Sagitta leaned against the door, removed her weight from her leg. Tomorrow, it would be better tomorrow. It had to be. A night she spend asleep would help. At least with exhaustion. "All my life I dreamed of glory. Of battles fought and of heroic tales, told long after my death. It all seems ... bleak by now. Empty. As if I never understood what it all was about." She watched Price yell after the Cahayan. He offered her shelter, if not with his words, then with his actions. Would she do that? She didn't know and her head swam slightly, so she remained where she. "Do we need to mount a watch?" She asked him deliberately not looking in Zura's direction.
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Wita tilted her head to the side when he pointed at her. Sparker. How could he know? She hadn't met him before. Or she had forgotten him. That happened sometimes. He went on, held some kind of speech, about them being in danger, about working together, finding out what was going on. A night, work together for a night. Excited she clapped her hands. It was like a story, a beautiful story of adventure. And nobody had told her to go away so far. She poked his arm when he fell silent, waited for the others to think about his words. "How do you know, that I repair electrical devices?"
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Jessy listened to the conversation, mulled over John's word. There was no guarantee, nothing to hold on to. Nothing to refer to should he change his mind. All this threatening, it led them nowhere. With a sigh she nodded, spoke once Cheh was silent. "He is right. We should move." Her eyes focused on John for a while. "I will hold you to your word. What that is worth, I don't know."
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Shana listened, thought about their words. "Honestly, Doc? I think there are lots of people in the world more qualified to make that decision than I am. I mean there is a reason we don't live in the medieval ages anymore, there are those that do nothing but think about crimes and and appropriate response to those that commit them." She grabbed a pancake and spread some sugar on it, then rolled it up. She was hungry. "I am fifteen. I read books and watch series, and I feel like I am a superhero, but I am not living in a magical kingdom, I am living here, on earth. I can live with yesterday being self defense, but our first battle - We saw them and immediatly attacked. Without any justification. We didn't even check if we can save them, if we can remove whatever it is, that makes them Voidbringers. Maybe Ben could do something, maybe some therapy could do something. And additionally, we didn't even wait to see if they commited a crime. We simply finished them." She fell silent for a moment, considered Edwin's last words. "But there are innocents involved. Ashlyn," she point at the ceiling, "for example. The police officers, that now have Voidbringers in their captivity without knowing what they will face. Those that questioned you, that saw a part of your powers. Those that treated us and wondered about the injuries. And to claim, that we follow a different law, I don't know how I feel about it. Journey before destination. Our path matters more, than the goal at the end. I'm simply not sure about our path, about the way we, more importantly I approach things. The first time is considered to try to free the Voidbringers was last night, it never occured to me before." "I agree, good and evil are vague, and biased. But in the, if I am evil, if I spread nothing but harm - how can I justify killing someone I've never seen commit a crime?"
