ChickenBonanza

Virtuosity’s supernova had reached a certain system, containing several planets. One even held life. Why stop its breaking? Less… Satisfying? Lady Isilyar supplied. Yes. And… frustrating. Why? It had taken some effort before Grace’s impositions upon the Shard’s communications had finally taken root. The roil of emotion remained behind its words—never to fade even in slight—but words and questions it did indeed use, instead of the lashings out of a child. Why not? It makes no difference whether this system lives or dies, but it is by interfering in trifling matters such as this that we learn our capabilities and limits, in this crucial timeframe. The power begrudged its use, but enjoyed nonetheless the release of tension through the expense of energy; the emitting of a counterforce to shield the system. While the Shard distracted itself in its throws, Grace’s eyes turned inward and recalled. The others, many of them, had found planets of their own to shield and patron. Tying their power to them in a way she saw as foolish. It was much too early. Yet the fruits of those choices were an interesting topic to be explored. What would happen if she did the same? Not genuinely, of course, but a suitable course of investigation. Her sense as a Vessel was beyond anything she had known before. All was intuitive. What would happen if she chose this planet, then? So, tendrils of power descended into its soul, oddly a grateful thing, before she gently peeled back its layers to peer ever deeper. Careful incisions, to reveal an interesting attachment to Command. How interesting.

I am fairly sure that there would not be enough of those interested in Cradle to form an RP with a respectable number of participants, but y’know, it’s a cool concept. if this one were to do so, i would probably make an Akura, very cool (i can absolutely be trusted with exceptional capability).

I think it’d be very wholesome if Suriel still save him, but didn’t let him keep his memories, so he’d live out that potential life she showed him, as a fun little background element.

did my man Lindon dirty smh my head. Could just have it be some vague years before period, right?

Saddening, but understandable. I would, indeed, like to see if there was anything you had not listed on-document. jaja, i see i see

Amidst the tumultuous event all over, a decree for blessed silence slips through. Wave reverberation stilled swift. Soul seeming dead and gone, or never having been and found. Greater Roshar is a spiritual deadzone. Unremarkable as most all of space. Undisturbed clear water. Undetectable to eye alone, even the far hawk’s. The corvid calls. Erased. Or shrouded.

Mercyrose’s hand opens and closes as if it was doing the talking. The girl herself says nothing, braving the cave along with spren companions.

“Buncha slackers,” Mercyrose mutters as she walks past, swiping the candle out of Kaj’s hand. “Actually got Surges andya act all scare to use ‘em.”

that one’s been sittin’ in my library, gatherin’ dust, unfortunately. one of many in the backlist

Only perhaps because I have been so recently reminded of it.

all these GMs wanting ‘balance’ and ‘reasonable characters’ with ‘limited abilities’ smh my head. just make ‘em an Edge Monad or summat. mega balanced.

Right on time thou art! First thing this guy does is go back into service, jaja. I am still torn between warding and healing, but fire and wind are cemented in. alas, no hundo-percent pure op battlemage, sadge.

Y’know, I had already penned in poor Karol as a former soldier, having lost his position in the mind wipe, or something. first event is he rejoins the military, jaja

very swell. my first instinct is to request my guy be extra special and get four types o’ magic, cuz i can’t decide between healing and warding, but that’s all like mega presumptions and things we love low fantasy >:)

i ain’t a gots any idea about what’s goin’ on, but as i was requested, i suppose i must acquiesce. gonna make a little angsty guy or something.

“Nah,” she says. “Sarel looks like she’s got it handled.”

Mercyrose scoffs. “Watcha lookin’ at me for? I ain’t the one who’s takin’ point.”

I mean, there were no ‘inconsistencies’ I could find, just the generic questions which prompt the expounding of specifics.

more bursts needed! the doc still lists 4 levels to Storywatching when there’s only 3 now, jajaja

The girl scoffs and looks away, but still she begins to hum. The spren fluttering through her hair cease their aimless motion, falling into a structured dance. Longinus’ undulating call rises, unbidden, in the distance.

It exists in a quantum state for a grim, far future. (Idea: we should make an ‘everybody suffers’ timeline, 40k-style.) I enjoy the idea a lot, but I am unsure if it’s the right tone. edit: perhaps, though, it is an eventuality, either way. Technology advances to suit the desires of those in power. They want more Investiture, so the go to the place whose crust is saturated with it.