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"And I'm Finn!"

The Matalborn nodded. "We know what's been happening since we left." The Jedi pondered the question. "The dogma is that the Force is the, well, force that flows through all living things. However, to me, the Force is creation itself. In Cosmere terms, it's Adolanisium. It connects everything, and acts as the basic intuition we all have. Some are more attuned then others, and in different ways. That is the Force for me." The Bears waved.

The leader nodded. "Iron ferring, huh? I'm fullborn, and those two are mistborn and full feruchemist."

The Jedi and Sith smiled. "We put aside our differences after...some interesting events." The Mandalorians noticed Ghostfire's Beskar, but hid their anger. Meanwhile, the Scadrians had noticed Kelly and walked towards her. They pulled down their hoods. The obvious leader was a women of about 40, while the other two were men of similar age. "You are a Metalborn, no?"

Crispin decided that the time to act was now. He quietly spoke into an arm communicator, which rapidly started to blink. He stepped back for a moment, and then a glowing circle appeared on the ground. There was a multitude of bright lights that quickly faded away, leaving 4 people in Mistcloaks, 3 Awakeners, 10 Knights Radiant, 2 men with colorful birds (aviar), 3 large armored bears, about 20 men with rifles protecting one nobly-dressed one, various warriors from across human history, some mandalorians, jedi, and sith, 3 elves, 7 dwarves, and 9 humans. Crispin smiled. "These are the reinforcements."

Granted, but only in Braize. I don't have a wish.

Finn followed Cruz, while thinking about how to react. On one hand, he had gotten rid of some of Finn's least favorite governmental figures. On the other, he was an assasin. Finn shook his head and decided to decide later.

Crispin looked at Andante. "Scissors? Aight." He motioned to a soldier who fumbled in his pack for a pair of scissors, and then handed them to Andante.

Crispin and the soldiers growled and arranged themselves to fight the drylings. Some soldiers with slightly different uniforms started setting up some tripods and other strange-looking equipment, while the Awakeners of the battalion started to Awaken the nearby plants to become treants and plant solider things. One platoon decided to set up artillery, while the others started their various jobs. Crispin swore and then started calling for reinforcements, but no portals were openening. He looked at Queen. "I'm sorry, but we're going to need you. Do you have any sort of magical powers?" The soldiers with the strange equipment were typing furiously at computers.

Crispin and the soldiers are absolutely annoyed and are now taking stances towards the man.

Crispin and Jerl smiled. "Finally, some action." The platoon drew weapons and proceeded to start killing the drylings in numerous ways.

Crispin and Jers watched the proceedings with intrest. As he always did, he was cataloguing the various people. He could tell that Fadran, Queen, Martin, and this being Nath had been around for a while, could see the obvious bonds between the knights, and could see how his soldiers were reacting. Probably going to have to call in another Company soon. Both of them watched as Merl prepared to fight, and Crispin watched with amusement as Jerl itched to join the fight.

"Me? I've got a better idea." Finn rolled some rocks over to trip it and started shooting arrows all over the place to act as caltrops.

Jers shrugged and backed off, and Crispin looked half relieved and half disappointed. Jers walked back to Craven.

Granted. However, as to not break a hole in the continuity of both worlds, the Forgotten Realms and Earth get merged together, and you can probably guess the results. Your bane is that everytime you use it, you cast fireball. I have no wish. Just give ma a bane.

Crispin nodded in understanding. "We've got Wyrn." a couple of soldiers cheered and raised weapons. "I'll be gathering reinforcements, bringing my troops up to speed, et cetera.

Jers looked at Kelly and the guy with the spatula. "Battles can be rough, and y'all are right-is no place for an 8-year ol'. How'ver, he can be trained for the time bein', eh?" And then he looked at Spatula man. "Yer right, ther's no cowardice in avoidin battles. How'ver, is not som'in too avoid jus cuz ya don un'erstan it. Let Craven make his own choice, eh?" Crispin just decided to wait for Fadran tell them what their first assignment was.

"Craven, huh? Well, prove yourself well and we'll give you a real nickname." Crispin was ready to launch into a child endangerment speech, and then decided to talk to Jers alone. later. Jers smiled at Craven. "So? Whaddya say?"

The soldier smiled. "50 breaths? And on a talented young lad like you? We could do with talent like that in the 4th battalion." He smiled. "We're all Awakeners, ya see. We could help ay out, maybe get ya in battle shape so that you can help out!" Crispin just facepalmed. The soldier continued. "I'm Jers, from the 4th."

"Umm..." Crispin hesitated, but a soldier without some teeth but a sincere smile walked up to Craven and knelt down to him. "What canne do kid?"

"Right. But earlier, before you got here, Fadran told me that the reason they haven't acted yet is because of two intergalactic empires that are backing Wyrn, so those are the ones that I'm talking about."

Finn nodded, impressed. "My turn." He pulled out another rod-looking thing with three parts, and then formed it into a bow. Although it was portable, the care, effort, and quality put into it. He quickly nocked an arrow with three in his draw hand, and he fired them off in quick succession with the skill of someone who's been doing this for a very, very long time. The arrowheads glowed strangely.

"No, the reason the entire LIEF is here. The revolution against Fjordell, and eventually the two intergalactic empires."

Crispin sighed. "All right, new people aside, as I understand it, Stephan's got the knights, I've got the revolution, and...what else?" Him and the soldiers looked very guarded and tense due to the large influx of people.

Sorry! I'm gonna be busy so sry, but I think I'm going to have to drop out.