Scars of Hathsin

Welcome to the Shard! If you had to live in a fantasy book, which one would it be?

Welcome to the Shard! If you had to live in a fantasy book, which one would it be?

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella watches as the creatures tries to grapple her again. Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination, lifebeforedeath strengthbeforeweakness journeybeforedestination, lifebeforedeathstrengthbeforeweaknessjourneybeforedestination. The words swim around in her head, sounding important. Say them the voice says in her mind, as the undead person approaches again. Why, why do that. To become a better person, am I not now? you are but you can become better Dougella feels the weight of the thing as it crashes into her, and feels its cold clammy fingers start to slip around her throat. A period of calm surrounds her, like the eye of a storm, a eye that was here for her time. SAY THE WORDS! the voice calls to her, and she feels a connection to the air on her shoulder. She pulls on it and watches as ink seems to bleed on her shoulder in the shape of a small man. He grins at her, an impish grin. She laughs, a full laugh. She calls out into the supposed void, "Life before Death" Live for the time and live for the change, even when death is an appealing choice. "Strength before Weakness" Be strong even when you don't want to, especially when it comes to bettering yourself, something I have learned. "Journey before Destination" It is about the bettering not the version that you will be. Feeling comes rushing back to her, and a shot of something goes through her body, and she feels a energy, a strength, and a mental fortitude she did not have before. She laughs again, and feels the the thing clasping her throat. The little man on her shoulder laughs with her. Its been a while he says into her mind. Now lets get rid of this thing shall we. He sends something into her mind, and she grips it, a picture of another world opposite of theirs. Want to dump them there? she grins and feels the energy rush out of her, into the other creature, and into the other place. Please go through @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ

Welcome to the Shard! If you had to live in a fantasy book, which one would it be?

I am happy to be a GM again

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes. Get my point?

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella watches as the thing jumps at her, and notices the drag the thing seemed to have. Is that a body being dragged around by clothes? She looks at the end of her blade which was covered slightly with a dark blood, the blood of someone long dead. ## "Why do you bet grandma?" a young Dougella asks her grandmother. A calm, matronly figure that had been round her whole life, a massive 7 years. She is really old. Her mind wanders. "Why it is the luck, and contest, that draws me" she responds, glancing at the table, which was layered with cards and dice, which seemed to fill every space it was in. Her grandmother glances around the empty casino, and Dougella notices the circle of brighter colours that was around her grandmother. Pretty. Her grandmother turns to her,"do you know what, I have a secret" Dougella piques up at that. "What is it?" Dougella asks eagerly. "My big bet is that you are going to be something special." her grandmother says, pinching Dougella's cheeks. ## Dougella swings her sword again at the body, trying to hit it with the sharp end of her sword, and seemingly moving with a grace, that she did not know that she could do. Each footstep pounding on the ground, in a rhythm Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination..... Each step sending shivers up her spine.

OOh, I was thinking of running one but will gladly piggy back of ssomeone elses work

Arranis glances at the others, "He will be fine" he says rolling his eyes. "Come on I want to beat the pulp out of those creatures

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella hears her screams echo slightly off the walls of the cave. A scream of surprise, at both the voice that talked to her, and the creature that came from behind her. That almost appeared on the platform. Owww the voice returns sounding hurt. I forgot how loud you humans were It muses. She gets the feeling that it is in her mind though. "What are you?" she says again, out loud. Why I am something you should know, but not at the same time it says smugly. She feels it's gaze shift to the thing that was coming towards her. Maybe sooner than I thought. Dougella grips the sword that was attached to her waist, her hand trembles. What a pitiful thing the voice says, and she feels the sense it is talking about her sword. "What is wrong with it?" she pulls it out of it's sheath, gripping it awkwardly with both hands, but shifting her weight into a stance she had seen some swordsmen use. Time to do something these games. Good form however. She shivers, and swings the sword at the thing that came her way. She looks quickly at Corin, as they mention her name. Do they honestly expect me to bet on someone. She laughs internally. She feels the tug of a bet, like a sickening addiction, prying at her mind, trying to get in. No, I am better than that. I refuse to bett on my friends. "Why are you doing this Corin?" she calls out across the field facing her opponent. "Why do not have an empathy for the people that may want to change their minds, who have changed and become better people?" Something in those words set a little spark in her. Good @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @Edema Rue

It's going a bit slow, but another change just happened, which is pitting people against each other

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella watches as everyone went there ways, running after the Redspine, or heading towards the casino. And I am left alone again. She grimaces, and feels some of the old abandoned emotions rearing there head again. She pushes them down, even if she wanted to indulge herself. Strength before weakness. She feels something tug at those words, like they had some meaning. She goes to tap luck, when the change happens, and she watches as the arena changes into an arena. A gloomy cave, reminiscent of Roshar, according to the Rosharan people she had talked too. Platforms stood also reminiscent of something, something more sinister, The games themselves. What is the bet that stepping off this platform will get me blown up she thinks amusedly to herself. Probably high. Dougella screams, hearing the other voice. "What are you?"

I was on your side, and I have plans if they meet

Arranis jumps at the beast, his sword outstretched, after having picked it up off the ground. What are you? he silently wonders to himself

Sugar

It has been rather quite. I have actually had to do work in class.

That is true, most acted like nothing happened

@J. Magi

YKYASFW Drawing random lines on something, and noticing that you drew a cryptic like shape and freaking out

There you go Elan, thanks @Edema Rue for the pastable text

Arranis, Smokestack Constalbury Arranis flies down the hallway. This never gets old. He grins to himself and Astra, who floats along beside him. Time seems to slow as they remember what they had been through. It never does she sighs. Time seems to resume, and he hits the beast, which had been knocked further into the way of his spear. She is not a bad fighter. He grins, as the pole impales itself in the side of the vampire. Incapacitating it. Dang it he mutters, before starting to run away from it. "Come on" he yells behind him, yelling at the woman, "It wont stay down for long." Astra, go find an edgedancer for me would you? @Speeding Steelrunner

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella feels a pang as he said that. He will lose them a part of her brain screamed, another part of her brain, one that had been growing stronger seemed to push it aside, You have to be there if something happens to the people outside. She nods her head at him, she puts a hand on his arm, which sent little electric jolts up her arm. I am touching him, a voice screams. "My life to yours, my Breath become yours." She gasps as the breaths flood out of her, including her innate one. The colours around her seem duller, and voices were not so musical, and the lifesense was completely gone. Strength before weakness she rants to herself in her brain, as she shivers from the disappearance of her breaths Sharp +1100 breaths Dougella -1100 breaths @J. Magi

@SourCandyLime

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella feels torn. Her love for the casino, the gambling and the battle of wills, and the competition, and the knowledge that something may happen outside. What do I do?. Strength before weakness a voice seems to whisper into her mind. "I am not going in" she declares and feels a weight lift of her shoulders, and her lust for competition seems to have lessened. "I will give you some of my breaths though" she says glancing at Sharp, "If you want to use them?" @J. Magi @Spark of Hope