Lunamor

Sazed: Bondsmith or maybe Elsecaller Vin: Windrunner possibly Elend: He has always been a Truthwatcher in my head but I dunno why

Literally. They only had a pretty terrible sketch of Voidus and Pineapple tucked in between some of the pages.

Thanks!

“Ok, coming right up.” Lunamor bustled into the kitchen to prepare some stew.

Ooooh, @Shard of Thought, tell Bean that Luna says hi too!!!!

Lunamor led Star to the nicest table and handed her a menu.

Lunamor looked at the new customer. He was happy- his poor little establishment desperately needed more customers. He walked over to Star. “Apologies for the long wait, I have no idea where my waiter went. If you would follow me, I will lead you to your table.” @Shard of Thought

*slaps cookie out of hand* It’s not worth it!!!

Nooooooooo! Don’t do it!!!!!

Lunamor hit the other side and began carving as frantically as possible.

Lunamor’s eyes widened despite the brightness as the space around him was covered in some sort of strange light. A small patch of what looked like static blocked the light directly in front of him. He came to a halt before he hit the static, and waited to move again until the light was gone. He saw a man standing on a ridge. Had that been him? What had he done? Why? He shook himself out of his revery. He had more pressing concerns. He continued on his way to the outcropping. He skimmed its very top, then slid back down to the other side.

Lunamor felt something crack as he flew backwards. Not again! He sucked in some more stormlight, then barely managed to land on his feet, skidding for a while. As he came to a stop, he saw a nearby outcropping. It seemed like a terrible idea, but, he was completely out of options. He lashed himself towards the top of the gigantic rock.

Aha! Lunamor swung his Shardblade where he thought Thought (he he) to be, happy that he had managed to get that close.

As Lunamor’s face knit back together, he felt something pulling on his mind. Something that didn’t belong, didn’t fit. For the brief moment it was there, he felt as if his mind, his very essence, was going to explode. He couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out. When she released him, he stumbled backwards, the agony he had felt in his mind greatly outweighing the pain from her previous strike. With shaking arms, he once again lifted his Blade and charged in her direction. He knew that if he didn’t incapacitate her soon, he would have no hope of besting her or even surviving.

Lunamor felt a blinding pain across his face. How had she done that? She had attacked him with a speed only something like atium could cause. He tried to roll away from Thought while his face healed- she had done enough damage to temporarily blind him.