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Nameless collapsed, unconscious. @Ookla the Obstinate

Nameless managed to get to his feet, stumbling over to TAAron, Wynn, and Ranyru. "We need to go, NOW!"

Nameless grinned, pulling in more of the One Power and shooting a white bar of Balefire directly into the man's chest.

Oh. My bad, sorry.

Unintelligible thought this was fairly reasonable. He'd been around for a whole 749 pages, and he still didn't understand his own thoughts sometimes.

Nameless grabbed the man's arm. "Let TAAron go and leave us, or else I'll kill you, even if it kills me too."

I don't think edited @'s work. Subversion finished her preparations for the attack that she knew was coming, sheathing Valiant's Narrationblade now that she was done Narrating. All I have to do now is wait.

Nameless hit his head again and grunted, vision wavering. Could really use a hand here. "That all you've got? Please. I thought you'd be stronger than this." Grasping at the One Power again, he channeled Saidin into the floor, causing it to explode under the man.

Nameless caught the ceiling with another weave of air, then pulled the dagger out of the floor and flung it at the man's chest. "I told you. He's my friend."

Nameless managed to dodge the dagger, rolling to the side as it hit the ground where he'd been. "Leave TAAron alone." drawing again on the one power, he wrapped the man in weaves of air from head to toe, lifting him a foot off the ground.

Nameless hit the ground hard, smacking his head against the floor. "So, he has use to you? Considering how evil you are, I'd make it a point to stop you even if TAAron wasn't my friend." Not even trying to sit back up, Nameless drew in the One Power and launched a ball of fire towards the man.

Nameless struggled to his feet unsteadily. "I could ask you the same question. Why do you want him so much? His soul is shattered, practically useless. You'd risk showing yourself just to get him?"

Nameless floated in the nothing, Trying not to panic. Alright. Calm down Nameless. I just floated a little ways away from everyone else. There's no need to worry. I'm sure I'll find the everyone else soon. Something moved behind him, and he spun around, seeing nothing but empty space. Storm it, I need to get out of here. I'm already jumping at shadows. How long will it be before I go completely insane? A pulsation of energy drew him out of his introspection, and Nameless glanced around to try and find the source. What was that? A hallucination? No, it felt real. Where did it- more energy pulsed out, revealing a dimension, something real floating in the endless void. There. Nameless tumbled into the room next to TAAron and Ranyru, gasping at the solidity of the world around him. "R-Ranyru? What're you doing here?"

Subversion felt the denizens of TLT plotting against her, and grinned. With all this attention I'm getting, I'm practically guaranteed to be Nameless' heir. Valiant may have been a fool, but his plan did work. He was just too simple to pull it off.

“So, Bookwyrm. Are you going to go help choose Nameless’ heir?” Eof stared off into the distance, eyes glimmering with untold secrets. “Be ready for the unexpected.” Unintelligible gave Everyone a sideways glance. “When did you grow an emotional side?”

"N-Nameless?" Valiant's face filled with shock. "But you're..." He trailed off, staring in awe at the previously thought dead Narrator, his Narrationblade falling from numb fingers and clattering to the floor. "Dead?" Nameless laughed. "That was just to encourage you." He walked over to the fallen Narrationblade and picked it up off the floor. "I knew I needed an heir someday, but, well, with me around, I couldn't know that the candidates could really be independent. So I asked my Author to make some new Narrators, then faked my death so I could watch from the sidelines." Smiling, he reached out and put his hand on Valiant's shoulder. "Out of all the potential candidates, you stood out. Your heroism, your ideals, your potential, they're exactly what I want in an heir. Nameless agrees with me. From now on, I'm going to train you personally. With my tutelage, I have no doubt you'll become among the most beloved Narrators on TLT. You'll even surpass me one day." He held out the Narrationblade towards Valiant, shrinking it down into a dagger so it could fit into the sheath at the potential Narrator's side. "Come on. Let's get training." Valiant looked up at Nameless and spoke, voice wavering. "You-you really think I'm worthy?" Nameless nodded, eyes proud. "Yes." Tears came to Valiant's eyes, and he grabbed Nameless in an embrace. The stress of the last few pages, of knowing that he had to do something big fast if he was going to escape nonexistence, faded away like a bad dream. He was safe. He was worthy. He was happy. So happy, that he didn't notice his own Narrationblade moving until it had already slit his throat. The second illusion melted away, revealing a woman cloaked in mists. She stepped back, leaving the horrified Valiant to collapse to the ground. "Fool. Tricking you was easier than I imagined. So naïve." She snorted, kneeling down beside the dying candidate and wiping the bloodied Narrationblade on his cloak. "And really, putting all your power into this Blade? I am thankful, but did you really not realize how vulnerable it made you?" Sighing, she stood up and opened a portal back to her lair, leaving the corpse behind her to melt away like the useless idea it really was. One competitor down. Who knows how many to go. I will be Nameless' heir.

Thinking quickly, Valiant focused all of his remaining energy into his Narrationblade, pouring the full might of his fledgling Narrator abilities into the Blade. "Can't deactivate my powers if they're in this sword!" He levelled the Blade at Nrgin's head. "Prepare to meet your end!"

Valiant focused, concentrating on using his Narrative powers. He appeared in front of Nrigin.

"Well, wherever you are, you shall learn to fear my name! Prepare yourself, for once I find you, I will destroy you once and for all!"

"I... what?" Valiant glanced around for the source of the voice. "Who's there? Show yourself, villain!"

"Perhaps not."

"I'm not sure. Depends on how much death has changed him."

"Hm. The same could have been said for Nameless."

"I agree." "You haven't met Nameless."

"You're the one who suggested letting me win. Wasn't really my idea." "Uh... Perhaps we shouldn't interrupt his afterlife."