Frustration

Venten picked up the amulet, "This brought you here?" He followed that up by muttering to himself "Aon Tia? but no, there isn't an Aon. A Fabrial? How does it work?" Venten shook his head, "The White Tower you say, Elantris? Urithiru? Are you from Yolen?"

Pity filled Venten, he had been there, three months ago. The first time he had been on his own in over a decade. Venten walked over an embraced this young girl, who had been through so much more than she deserved. Venten tapped a little brass for warmth, "It's ok, where are you from? I'm sure we can find a way to get you home."

*Me about to store Cadmium* The person below me has five finger on their left hand.

"Halfborn, that's my name for it anyway. I'm a Feruchemist-slider. And you?'

"I designed a fabrial, with one purpose, detect investiture use that wasn't connected to the fabrial, and nullify it. That way only one side had access to invested arts." It was the perfect weapon, too perfect. They would never let him escape now, not until they had it.

Venten spoke, "My ultimate weapon wasn't a synthetic shardblade."

Venten followed to mentally tired to argue at this point.

"Wait!" Venten called "it wasn't us."

"If you're woried about revealing knowledge of the Cosmere, rest assured I am well informed. As to how they got them, they built them, after my design. I worked for them for a long time, I was challenged by my friend to make the best weapon I could. I thought nothing of it at the time, we made many things for theory only. I found out that they intended to build the weapon, so I stole my notes and fled. They have been chasing me for three months. I'm Venten by the way." "No, don't look" Venten turns her away again. "You should leave here, go home quickly." "We all should, there are more opperatives in the area."

Despite everything Venten smiled "Would there ever be a good time?" Venten turned to the girl, "Do you need anything?"

Venten felt his heart break for this child. Venten picked her up and turned her head away "It's alright, you don't have to worry, you're safe."

"I wouldn't take those." Venten points at the hilt "There is a tracer gem in there, break it and the whole thing explodes." "Let's go, we only got breathing room, and whoever did this might still be around."

Venten dropped his bubble "Hello? What's going on?" "What she said, who are you?" @I Used To Be A Fish @Danex

He never bonded the Blade, Moash's eyes didn't change until he was several days into the bonding.

Venten tapped Nicrocil and opened a time bubble. Safe for a time he looked above the sewer. @I Used To Be A Fish @Chinkoln

Venten turned and ran back "I have to know."

Venten paused before heading back. What had happened?

Rhythm of *wins*

A school that recognizes Cross Country is better than football! There is hope for humanity!

Down to the tens of pages to pass up TLT

It's treason then.

"It was me they were after, they tricked me into designing a weapon, I found out and took the plans." "They're in the alley!" Venten's face fell. "Run!" Venten pulled the grate off of the sewer and jumped in. @Chinkoln

This thread got necroed So that's a win.

Let me guess football doesn't have that problem?