The Aspiring Archivist

"I... sorry, we'll need four things." He frowned. "I can't remeber them somehow. We just talked about this just minutes ago. @Nameless, what were they again?"

"Yes, probably. So who is this Rightful One you mentioned? Does she have anything to do with... your situation?"

"Calano and Emma, I believe, are getting married in the clinic tomorrow."

Two perfectly good things to like! 7/10

Decomission it as soon as possible. WWYDIYF a bag of holding in your pocket?

Very visually appealing, nice quote. Going to have to dock a point for torturing poor innocent readers like myself. 9/10

Agreed. If they do it right, they can work with the community for a genuinely good update that isn't disappointing to expectations they set. They're already on track with that, given the snapshots coming in only a few days. Assuming they update around the same time next year as this year, that gives a lot of time for discussion, feedback, and then more features being announced and worked on. I think that may have been because there was a lot of other stuff announced when a lot of people mostly just wanted to know about 1.20, and because the update wasn't overhyped this time around. We just got a list of nice features, and a promise of more to come. Not as revolutionary or satisfying as previous announcements have been, even if it is, in my opinion, a very good approach to take.

He woke up, taking shallow breaths. "Thanks. Did you call me... halfade? Do you know about my condition? Is there anything we can do to fix it that won't most likely result in death?"

"I don't know of any... You say you have a broken soul? Well, so do I, if just in a different way. I pretty much got halfway to dying, and then the doctors stopped it from happening. You could actually help quite a bit, actually. We need music, iron, and—oh, Harmony." TAAron slumped down, unconscious.

TAAron looked focused. "Is there something wrong? Did something happen to you? Something's a little odd about you." He stopped, a bit flustered. "I don't mean to be rude, of course. I'm sorry, that sounded rude. I'm TAAron, by the way. A hope you won't mind if I don't get up to shake your hand. It hurts to move."

You could compound gold to regrow limbs/replenish blood, and thus have an infinite supply of chocolate! Not only would that make you rich, but there's a lot of s'more potential there.

"I guess that makes sense. Why didn't I—oh well. We still need something for music. How about you, Nameless? Any instrument or singing ability? Maybe some magical object that can play music?" "Good. Will that work to fend them off?"

"Interesting. So one person could carry an iron weapon, one could have a torch, and another a musical instrument. Unless we have someone sing. Either of you any good at singing? I'm very... average, I think." He looked very uncomfortable. "I don't really trust myself with holding anything, so that might be our best bet."

"And these four things are for what exactly?" "Haly, why don't you look at the other bookshelves to see how they're organized?"

"Those seem like three very unrelated things."

"Wow. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, my magic comes from Mistborn."

"Your—homeworld?"

"Oh, so this is from the Wheel of Time universe? How do you plan on getting there?"

TAAron looked embarrassed. "Uh... no. No, I haven't."

"So, no luck with the books, huh? Great." TAAron felt a knot form in his stomach. I can't let them go with me. But how would he learn about this tower without Nameless' knowledge?

"Fine. Where is this tower, anyways?"

"What? No, if I'm going to this Tower thing, you can't come with me. You won't die for my sake. I'm not worth that, really. I'm just a scholar who can't even do his job anymore."