Scars of Hathsin

Arranis smiles at him before goofilly saying, "No clue" shrugging his shoulders in a somewhat annoying way. Kicking some of the snow at his feet

"I am someone who protects the greater good of the universe." Arranis says proudly, puffing up his chest, and Astra his spren becomes visible to him at his asking. Glowing blue. "I came from Alethkar, somewhere you may not know, but more recently came from a group protecting this other person, but something happened and now I am here" he says his sentences running on, lacking proper punctuation

Arranis swipes his plotblade at the bones, willing them to become other things, as it passes through them. "Reform now" he snarls

Arranis glances at him, "My name is Arranis" he goes to walk closer, but notes the defensive stance and backtracks. "What are yours?"

Yes, people have responded. Please ping others you think would be interested @Experience @RoyalBeeMage

Arranis stiffened, Something has changed. He glances around the planet, and the universe as it seems to bleed away, like ink being washed off a window, being shaped and changed, by something higher than his level of comprehension. Something big. He glances at his spren which stays with him through the transformation, glowing her soft blue light. Twirling around him, as the magic of these beings seems to permeate the air. The world stops. He steps into a new world, where two people are laying on the snow in front of him, looking at each other. "Who are you?" @The Aspiring Archivist @Experience

So, I have had an idea for a writing collab/competition thing. Where everyone would vote on themes for a book, and would be randomly assigned teams with other participants to write the book in a given amount of time. For example: Me and two others have to write a book on apocalypses. etc What do people think, and if you are interested please put down themes you would want, and your name. I will try and be active if needed, but I do need to study Themes: - Sci Fi - Epic Fantasy - Fantasy - Post Apocalyptic - Dystopian People I think Will Be interested: @Edema Rue @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @WildRye and others Participants: - @Scars of Hathsin - @RoyalBeeMage - @Experience - @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ - @TwinSouls - @CuratorOTL IG - @Mr. Misting - @Unintelligenius - @Vyzkel - @Through The Living Glass - @Ancient Elantrian - @WildRye - @Spark of Hope - @J. Magi - @Edema Rue - @Lotus Blossom - @Pruning the Blackthorn - @Wierdo - @Aeoryi

You are definitely wrong. You give of NSW vibes. Go the marons

Arranis grips the sword on his belt tighter. Sacrifices?

*Loudly* "Australia, Australia Australia, Australia Australia, Australia Australia, Australia Australia, Australia" I have been to Sydney, though only briefly

"Oh come on don’t tell me you guys have never been eaten by your friends." - Edema Rue hehe, first post here looks like a good one

Yes, those were good

Arranis glances at the tigers, lashing the ground with a reverse lashing. "That should hold them right" he says to his spren, who shrugs

Yes, but that was not around when I was a kid. We had Thomas the Tank Engine, Fireman Sam, The Wiggles, Play School and many others

I am working on something at the moment minecraft wise. I guess you will have to wait and see what it is. SHould be up by the end of the year

Made it, But now you lose the game @strmblsd for making me do that

I click my fingers, somehow teleporting in front of Piano Savant and punch them in the stomach hoping to dislodge the sandwich

Arranis watches as the others also make there way to the top of the tower, "It has been a long time since I have been in a tower" he mutters

Did anyone see this. @The H was right

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella drifts, an incorporeal body floating in the land that was the opposite to theirs. She felt at peace, the pain from the wound in her side, non existent. She smiles. "Hello there" a voice whispers in her ear. She whips her body around, which she struggled to do, but does so, to find a being there a being that looked like a storm, but a small one, one that looked abused and shrunken. It seemed to stretch to where she could see it's eyes glowing the colour of the magic she used. "What are you?" she gasps taking in it's appearance. "I am called the Stormfather, or was called by that name once" it says it voice weak, "but with things your kind has done, I have shrunk, as they siphon my power away from me, controlling what could not be controlled before." she moves closer to it, feeling it's sincerity. It's power, that still seemed to emanate off it. "How are they doing it?" it seems to shrug, "Who knows how your kind does what it does? It seems every time I turn my back they learn something new" she grins at that, but it slowly fades when she notices that he was not impressed. "I still have the control of oaths though, the one thing that has been left to me by honour" She nods her head, pretending to understand what it is saying. She glances at the ground noticing the group of little lights around a flickering one, she touches them, seeing herself bleeding on the floor. "I need to get back, don't I?" she asks the spren in front of her. It nods, "Remember this conversation though, I need to be remembered, it's been so long since I have, long before the games, or whatever you call them started, and it's been an exceedingly long time since I have been bonded enough to travel back into your world, it's been along time since I have seen a Kholin as well" Dougella just shakes her head, "I have no idea what you are talking about", "What a shame" it nods back to her, and she starts fading feeling senses taking over again. "I will remember you to make myself more knowledgeable, and help the world" she says at the sad being that was there. "I will make myself better for the betterment of others". The being brightens, "THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED" it glows a bit more strong, before fading from her view. Dougella gasps, draining the light from the ruby dice, and it slams into her body, accelerated and powered by the close contact to the spiritual realm. The stormlight rages inside her once again, crystallising the wound in which she had received, stopping the blood from leaking from her side, and healing other parts of her too, her mental load seems to decrease somewhat. This journey has been amazing. She looks at the two people above her, and the other one nearby. Pigment, Sharp, and Mare. Tears come into her eyes, and she hugs Sharp. "Thank you" she says, also looking at Mare. @Edema Rue @J. Magi @Spark of Hope

"I suppose, the ways of the Elan are mysterious" Arranis agrees

"I will, I will" Arranis says, walking alongside the group...

Yes