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Yeah. Actually, it would be most effective if you used Dalinar to constantly recharge stormlight for the Radiants and use his Perpendicularity to summon Elantrians and Gold compounders so that the actual army would never run out of food. Without resorting to cannabilism, they could also use soulcasters and the Dor to generate food.

Crispin took the hand and shook it. "I'm glad. So...we can transport our army in and out of the barrier. Is there anything else you would like for us to do? We're a force of high trained, elite soldiers from all fields, thirty thousand strong. We've recruited from various worlds so that we can expand our strengths. Basically, we'll probably recruit more people as we go out, but we can do pretty much anything."

A slyvan male with golden hair, eyes, khakis, and no shirt walks into the street. His torso has feathers all over it, and he has feathers down his arms and legs as well. Due to his lack of shoes, you can see his talons, and his arms are a mixture of wings and arms-they're aerodynamic, but he has hands, although they end in talons and there are are only three fingers and a thumb. His face is mostly human besides the feathers that replace hair. On his hands, he has two golden gloves cut to match his hands and leave the talons exposed. They have golden embroidery on each side. On one, there is an eagle and the symbol of Travailism, while there's a flag on the other. As he walks, the sun seems to shine perfectly on him, making him look like he has a sort of glow around him. He stops when he sees Cruz. "Wait-what are you doing here?" He slowly reaches towards his pocket.

"The Lashai Intergalactic Expeditionary Force."

She's now allergic to everything in the world besides cats. I wish to no longer be immortal.

What happened? A shard cookie? STAG, theorize more.

Crispin looked at the cat and sighed. "We're here to help and possibly also form an alliance." He held out his hand for either Stephan or Fadran or Queen to shake.

Granted. Unfortunately, it hates you and is deadly to touch. I wish to live.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What have I discovered? Now, because Stormlight and Feruchemecy heal you, STAG's idea might actually work. As knight said, makes good chouta, gancho. On the other hand, if Elantrians can continuously use the Dor to heal themselves...A: You will never, ever be able to take Elantris. B: Y'all kayana, sules.

Happy two thousand Knight, the chapter looks neat, and thanks for the mention!

Oh boy.

Welcome! *Secretly puts more tallies on my character popularity board*

Meh.

Dunno

Crispin jumped at Fadran's sudden appearance, and then quickly recovered. He saluted. "Hello sir! General Crispin Jarvan at your service." He looked slightly apprehensive. "Um...with all due respect sir, can you please explain to me the situation? All I know is that we're supposed to help with a rebellion against a god king, a nation of religious fanatics, and multiple intergalactic empires."

Aight. I might try that. Thanks for the advice, y'all.

"Good point. I'm talking about the desert planet Tatooine, and the Demigod New Rome."

Crispin laughed. "New Rome? Is it the one that I'm thinking of?" he looked at Ghostfire. "Or the Tatooine that I'm thinking of?"

Aight.

Aight. Thanks for the advice.

"That's...impressive." He studied Lance. "Where do you come from?" He then looked at Ghostfire. "Where do you come from? And if you ever want to debate philosiphy, go talk to Maros. He loves doing so."

Crispin let out a half-laugh and dropped his hand. "I think I know what you mean." He takes another look at the two. "So, what do you guys do?"