Channelknight Fadran

"I can't do that. And I don't have a hood right now."

Ellis rolled his eyes. "Fine. What else do you guys want?"

"That... but I'm not exactly tough-looking."

"I didn't see them. I felt them. And they didn't feel good."

"Your turf? So you're not a mafia; you're a gang. I should've known. Come on, Melody. These guys aren't worth our time."

"Me captured you? I'm ele--twel--" She hesitated. "Thirteen!"

"Not in the slightest, kid."

"You'd be hurting my feelings right now if your voice didn't sound like an off-tune flute."

"Less when we get to civilization, and more if we get to civilization."

"I can possibly be this stupid! I don't know anything, and we've been looking for someone to tell us about what the heck is going on around here!"

"You're, like... silver."

That's my favorite thing. Ever. "We just want to know who the good guys are and who the bad guys are."

"You look like an elf."

"I'm gonna go with the second option, because measuring luminosity is a pain."

"All we want is information. We're new here, and neither of us have any idea what's going on."

"What do you... what?"

"Fair enough. My name is Ellis, and this is Melody."

"Cut the riddles, kid. Tell me what's going on straight to my face or I'm not saying anything."

"I... I... don't..." She shook her head, breathing heavily. "Geeze, I'm really tired all of a sudden."

"What are you going to do if I refuse to answer?"

Your sacrifice will not be forgotten. Ellis started awake. "Ah! Where are we? Who are you?"

Alena shot out of the fog, trailing mist and stormlight behind her. The blue glow was the brightest thing to be seen in the Highstorm. She grabbed Lorem's limp form, pulling it with her towards the rock that Ben had taken cover behind. She dropped the body, then pressed her hand to the ground. Walls of stone shot upwards, surrounding everyone and protecting them from the storms. A roof covered the top, and soon the only trace of the Highstorm was the roar of rains on the shelter and the dripping forms of all the people inside. As Alena healed Lorem's cuts, she summoned streams of light that danced about their little shelter. Her breathing was heavy, and stormlight puffed out from her lips.

"Alright! Almost onto the roof! A little more to the left." They had rigged up an incredibly overcomplicated pully system, complete with gears, platforms, and no small amount of duct tape.

The Surges... they are yours to control. The rushing waves surged towards her, crashing over each other in the orderly chaos of a flash flood. She stood steadfast against them, holding out her arm. She Soulcast the river, and a wave of mist crashed through. Fog filled the chasm as she continued transforming the oncoming flood. A river of mist. The pain vanished as she went awash with Stormlight. The stormwall hit. "Journey before destination."

"Okay, okay." Fadran chuckled.