Scars of Hathsin

I want to be GM...

Arranis watches all of the movements, noting how they surrounded one little girl. What a gravity she must he thinks to himself also noting the weird guy that could not talk. He shrugs

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella looks at her father, in a uniform she does not remember, covered in blood as well. What happened to you? She thinks to herself looking sideways at Pigment. He shakes his head. I dont think your house is the place for you he says through the mental connection. She nods, taking a sidelong look at Sharp, who was talking with someone, who she presumed was Mare's mother. She nods again. She breaks her father's embrace. "Dad, I don't feel the same anymore" he smooths her hair, "Why would you?" he says in response, looking her up and down, noticing the changes to her, her stance, and her attitude. he leans in for another hug, whispering in her ear. "I approve" she blushes, before whispering back "Daddddd" he laughs before pushing her away slightly, "Fly little bird, do great things in this world" he says, tears springing to his eyes. She looks at him surprised but happy at the same time. She rushes in for another hug, whispering in his ear, "I love you and mum" before running to go to Sharp. Her father looking on, proud, and sad at the same time. @J. Magi

I got some feedback by the Comp. Spoilered for length

Arranis looks at the guy at the table. I hate drunks. He thinks to himself. He starts eating his food, watching as the priest of the bloodstone talks with the guy. He looks familiar. He shrugs. Continuing to eat his food, adn watching the rest of the room, including the new guy who looked dangerous. He fingers one of the arrows in his quiver, as he eats

that is what I was assuming

OK.... The day of the Writing Collab start/teams announcement is here! Some quick rules, I will make another topic each month (if I remember) for as long as needed, where everyone will have to post a small bit of their story, (as much as your team wants). This is really all the rules apart from the fact that it is mandatory to have fun. The teams as are follows (Chosen Randomly from a wheel): Red Reindeers: @Unintelligenius @Ancient Elantrian @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @reisleK Orange Orangutans: @RoyalBeeMage @Lotus Blossom @Scars of Hathsin Yellow Yaks: @BlueWildRye @J. Magi @Pruning the Blackthorn Lime Leopards: @Spark of Hope @TwinSouls @Aeoryi Blue Bees: @Edema Rue @Vyzkel @CuratorOTL IG @Selia Purple Pandas: @Experience @Mr. Misting @Wierdo Have fun, and write your best. We have max of until this time next year, but we can shorten if everyone is finished.

That's fine

Where Warbreaker takes place, the book is free to read on Brandons Website

Nathalis, Nathalis... Say it with me

Benjamin, HG Arena Benjamin fights alongside the other parents, wading through blood to get to the other side of the tunnel, in which he could see tributes fighting against the same 'peace' keeping force. He snarls at a peacekeeper, as he shoves a dagger into them, and taps speed, racing along the outside of the battle towards his girl. Stopping his tapping as he reaches her. "Ella" he cries, tears almost pouring down his face, and his arms outstretched. Dougella HG Arena Dougella runs into the tunnel with Sharp, fighting some peacekeepers, but the most of them seemed to be handled by the people up the front of their group, and the other group that was fighting them. She watches as Sharp goes cold from seeing a person, and she stiffens at the same time, watching a familiar blur come to a halt near them, revealing her dad. "Dad?" she says, running towards him

I think I will move it forward, as I have a siblings birthday the day after tomorrow, and may not be on that much

Wait, it is not the 31st, it is the 30th. Does anyone mind the fast forward

The teams will be posted in a few hours in another topic

Dougella, Hunger Games Arena Dougella watches as the others fight the second wave, no not wave, army of peacekeepers, seemingly keeping their cool, and using their abilities to fight, looking like they were born graceful, and surefooted. She pouts a bit, but as the fighting dies down, runs to Sharp, who grabs her and starts towing her along. "What about Mark?" she says

Arranis nods, "Music would be nice" he says distractedly, looking at the other people in the bar, who were looking at the girl who was cleaning glasses, and talking in a semi-language. Trouble there I think. He wonders to himself.

Arranis nods as he talks, looking at the tattoos. Never seen use for those things. He shrugs mentally to himself. "It is rather impressive, did you do it yourself father?" Arranis asks, noticing the dagger being highlighted by the robes. He quickly looks behind him, pleased to see that he still had his bow slung across his back. An unstrung bow is a stick. The words of one of his mentors sticks in his mind. Right true that is

Arranis glances at the man dressed in the priestly robes, and notes his causal stance, and what looked to be weapons attached to him at many points. One of those knightly priests or something? he thinks to himself expecting an answer. None comes. That's right he thinks to himself somewhat sadly. Feeling a sense of loneliness sweep over him. He turns to the priest, "I slept well, What about you father?" he says politely.

Arranis stretches, his muscles protesting as he shifts in the hay that lay in the back stable of the inn. Dont know why people would ever like to sleep in such cramped confines. He thinks to himself. He quickly checks his surroundings his hand on his double sheathed knives, a gift from another place. "These have come in handy hey, Nudger" he says looking at his horse. Arranis stretches a bit more thinking about the night, which he unfortunately had wasted by falling asleep on the table. He grins, before walking around the side of the building, his mottled grey and green cloak floating about him, and his silver oakleaf glinting slightly in the sun, as he walks in the door to the building and taking a seat, waiting for a server, while clutching his money bag

That is completely fine. Save your sorries (sorry's??) for things that matter