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"There could be cool mushrooms within a hundred feet of us, you don't know."

"Yaaaaaaay, think we'll find any edible mushrooms on the way?" Chiyo runs over to a closet, pulling out her satchel and a suspicious long and thin bundle.

What watches her, feeling . . . strange. He had killed people before, he had watched people die for him. It wasn't any different then all those times before He squeezes the doll with silver eyes in his pocket. This shouldn't be different. And yet it was. The others . . . they had accepted death. They looked at him like he was some kind of bittersweet hero, the begrudging winner, who hadn't asked for this but received it any way. He felt numb, all of sudden. The rush from the fight left, leaving him feeling exhausted. "You-" But she hadn't agreed with him. He was no 'hero' in her eyes. She had yelled at him for his plans, told him he was evil, called him a monster. Something about that fascinated him, because no had ever done that before. The little doubts that had wormed their way inside his heart for years had always been discarded by others. They convinced he was doing the right thing, even if it felt wrong. He sat down next to her. Not sure what to do. "But . . . you hate me."

What manages to pull himself away after several moments. He gasps for breath.

What stumbles back, still getting cut pretty badly. He tries a swing at her legs, hoping to unbalance her.

What yanks them out of her grip and swings again.

They continued down the dusty road. Grace in her obnoxious pink carriage, the guards forever grumbling. Muriel, Lady Graces head guard, sits on her horse, uniform pristine and sharp. She watches over you as they travel, making sure no one escapes. Night falls, and the cavern sets up camp for the night. The exhausted guards are more then grateful for a rest after being pushed hard by their Lady all day. <A brief summary of what's happening if you forgot> You were traveling from the small port village to a larger inland city called Caerlon. Whist, the middle aged retired governess, was sent there on a quest by her employer, Lord Larsik. Larsik lost his most prized possession (a stamp collection) while on a diplomatic trip to Caerlon, and Whist was tasked with finding it. On the road there, you ran into Lady Grace, who took personal offense in something and insisted on 'arresting' you and turning you into the authorities when you got to town. I believe there was an escape plan in the works, but if it's just me and infinite, then we might need to think of something else. Other group members (we're reviving this rp if your interested) @Quirksliver @Ookla the Lord Ruler @S. Stormy

@Ookla the Believer (is this the right one?????????? if not contact eddy, I still don't know if there's more than one ;-;)

What uses this to his advantage, dashing forward and striking at her stomach again with both canes.

Penn moved over to him, "I- I have no idea."

The slice catches him off guard, and he stumbles back.

After having his breather, What was feeling a little better. He jumped at her again, hoping to catch her off guard by moving quickly. He swung both canes at her stomach.

Welcome to the shard!! Your art is fantastic! I love seeing new artists on here! Make sure to check out the Creators Corner forum, where lots of artists post their personal art/ writing, and you can make your own thread if you like.There's also the gallery and the Sanderson Fanworks forum for fanart! And now, the most important question: What's your favorite kind of bagel?

"OOOh can I come?"

PoMee sits at her desk. "Is the test today?"

PoMee follows and then looks around for her desk.

Penn watches Xi anxiously, this probably wouldn't end well.

"I see, I see," Chiyo did more scribbling. "That's powerful stuff!" She watched Laegon go. "He seemed nice."

And What sure uses it, catching his breath.