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ChickenBonanza

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  1. Indeed, indeed. I’ve neglected to mention the ‘why’ of things, most of which is intended and some of it is not. Kinda like how all the [Redacted]s are either for comedic effect, or things I haven’t ironed out yet.
  2. I swear, I wish all were as prolific with the doc as Wyver has been. Like, I wanna know more about Scadrial and stuff and all I gots is one paragraph. Need more data.
  3. Big if true. Canon stamp, totally.
  4. Alas, I could not add more to the trifecta. Dawn, dusk, night, tis’ all we got.
  5. It is a singer cultural term for the humans which have/will migrate to western Roshar. Coming from their patronage by the Night, and their reverence of her as deity. edit: I had included that in a separate thing, but it was unpolished and I didn’t include it. edit 2: as in, the explanation for human presence on Roshar.
  6. get to it, ya bum (danke, danke)
  7. Salutations, @CoderDrag0n8. I have revamped greatly the document entry, if you would be so kind as to edit. (i gots subtabs, too)
  8. Mercyrose twirls a lock of hair between her fingers, smoothly ignoring Kaj, like she hadn’t heard her at all.
  9. “Psh,” she says, with dismissive hand. “Go and bug Sarel all about it, she got the trackin’ deets.”
  10. Mercyrose spreads her hands in front of her, as if showing off a horizon. “It’s spooky!” she says. “Heck if ikno what for.”
  11. “Nah,” she says. “Dirt guy goes first. He had Light to waste on show, y’see.”
  12. “Hmph!” Mercyrose inclines her head, dismissive. Kaj was half-again away from being right.
  13. “Y’see,” she answers, strolling past Kaj, “I figured that none of you humies would actually know whatchya were doin’. I’m way better prepared for this kinda thing.” Her spren continue to float around her. Strands of Mercyrose’s hair sway and fall in odd ways, as if gravity had less of an effect on her.
  14. Mercyrose waves off the offer. “I ain’t need no foreigner’s Art,” she says, looking back at the warding Longinus. She beckons to come with her, but Longinus doesn’t move. Instead, several of his arrowhead-spren do, bobbing at the girl’s shoulders. ”We’re off!” she declares, marching boldly into the unknown depths of the cave.
  15. Mercyrose shakes her head sadly, disappointed. She turns away to hide a smirk. “That’s notta very healthy outlook,” she says. “You’ll never be’a proper hero at this rate.” She sighs, dramatically, finally sliding off of Longinus ina second, without the slightest bit of trouble. “I shall go, as well, so now you got no excuse, coward.” She pulls something metal from her pocket. “If you doan, I’ll throw sparks in ya face.”
  16. “Psh,” Mercyrose repeats. “Ya got magic singing. Ya can go forth and sing somethin’ to sleep, or whatever else ya got.”
  17. “C’mon, Sarel,” Mercyrose says. “Ain’t you supposed to be some ‘Invested Artist’? That means ya gotta. I’m just a civvie, so I get to stay back here in safety, you ain’t got that privilege.”
  18. intellectual property infringement moment ya gotta put like a big red disclaimer to credit me, totally. bright enough to hurt the eyes That’s ‘Mayor of Bonantown’ to you, pal. (it’s great)
  19. Mercyrose rolled over to look at her. “That sounds like quitter talk,” she says, teasing, lips in a pout.
  20. “Psh!” Mercyrose dismisses with a raised hand, soon after which it flops down onto carapace. “Dirt guy’ll protect ya. Besides, firsthand accounts are better’n second, yeah?”
  21. “There’s somethin’ going on in th’ cave. Spooky spiritual stuff, y’know? Sarel found it.” Mercyrose sighs and falls back atop Longinus. “Longinus ain’t good in tight spaces. If there’s some Mazkarian horror just lure it out and Longinus’ll trounce it no problem.”
  22. “Guy,” Mercyrose corrects, as she points a lazy finger at the person currently approaching the cave’s entrance. “He can move dirt,” she explains.
  23. Mercyrose waves a hand towards the cave entrance. “Ya can join dirt guy in there. Yer evil Rhythms c’probly help ‘em.”
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