Channelknight Fadran

I am a stick

"Are we really splitting up the party?" Fadran asks. "Because if so... it's been a pleasure working with everyone here. I hope we meet again." With that, he steps through the Parallarity with Kindness (Edit) and Truth, which begins to close.

"I say," Fadran said calmly, "that we leave NOW." He cut at the air with his Channelblade, Forging a connection to Spacetime and cutting a miniature Parallarity door to Ivinan. "If anyone wants to come, I'm going now."

"I can open a miniature Parallarity," Fadran suggested, "but I don't know how stable it'd be outside the Omniverse."

I am a flower (and also a disappointment)

Fadran frowns. "Hey, where's Abigail?"

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Fadran, drawing upon the magical strength of his Channelblade, stood up. How many people were here? The man with the clipboard, Dr. Gears. Nathrangking, the omnipotent overlord. Kindness, the Hugspren. Truth, the new guy. That weirdo who kept complaining about edgelords or summat. Abigail, the hot chick. Was that everyone?

Fadran hugs the hugspren.

Fadran collapsed, breathing heavily. "It's over." It's never over. Icona remarks. "Shut up, I know." Fadran replies. "It's over right now."

Fadran converted the heat of the sun into a burning flame within the oxygen, and the combustion lit aflame the thousands of tiny silicon particles in the air, creating a massive flash of light, followed by an enormous bang. Fadran found himself momentarily blinded by the light reflected off the mirrors and fazed by the sound. A mushroom cloud of smoke and fire spiraled upwards. Still half unable to see or hear, Fadran asked "did it work?"

Fadran nodded, then Forged a connection not just to the Air, but also the Earth and the heat of the sun. He levitated some silicon dust into the center of the ring of mirrors, then split apart the composition of the atmosphere around it from a mixture of nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide, and water vapor to simply become a mass of pure oxygen. He felt at the heat, but didn't summon any Fire yet. "Tell me when to let it loose," Fadran replied, then winced, "ah... pretend I didn't word it like that."

"If you guys need an explosion," Fadran says, "I can make an explosion. I'm actually really good at making explosions." Too good. Icona sighs.

Fadran nods. "Wonderful. Also... what is ettmetal? This is the first I've heard of it."

Fadran turns to Nathrangking. "I don't suppose you could summon this ettymetal?" Ettmetal, Icona corrects him. "Ettermetal." Ettmetal. "Eatmetal." You're doing it on purpose now. "Just a mistborn reference," Fadran defends, then to Nathrangking asks "could you summon ettmetal?"

"Okay!" Fadran takes a step backwards, then Forges a connection to the water vapor in the air. He summons it downwards and condenses it into regular water. "I can get us water easily enough. You're a spren; can you get us stormlight?"

"Kindess!" Fadran calls, creating a wall of earthen spikes and hurling them at the enemy. "Have you found the ritual thing yet?"

Whoever makes this has better make it lame, because the emojis on the shard are stupid.

"I'm willing to speak the oath," Fadran replies, then wavers for a second, "but, uh... remind me what it is, again?"

Fadran hits another withergeist with his glowing Channelblade. "What can you do? Are you fighter class, heavy armorer, artillery, mage?"

"We can't hold off all these with just the two of us," Fadran says, "we're going to need reinforcements."