The Stormfather

YAY

I just finished the Broken Earth trilogy. It was insane. It was amazing. Also it was insane.

It was a hamilton reference.

Everything's weird! Like me! WHWFEPIEBGIUNSUEHPSDNOSJFHOEDEIUWFIWNPSBCIUFBP!!!

May I perchance be bequeathed a meme?

WRITING BOOKS!!!!!! I have way too many storming ideas floating around my head. I just need time. Why do you write like you're running out of time? Because I don't have any time because of school. Except that one time in grade 8 my english teacher just got bored of teaching us, so he just said 'write fiction for the next two weeks. Try to hit a goal.' So then I wrote 32k~ words in two weeks. That was fun. Why am I still rambling here? What was I typing about? Oh yeah. WRITING BOOKS!!!

YKYASW you spend the time you normally spend writing competing in Brandon Sanderson themed Hunger Games and YKYASW You see the books that other people say are too big to read and have to stop yourself from pulling WaT out of your backpack and dramatically slamming it down on your desk in the middle of french class.

"It's me!" He shouted. "Fight's over. They're all...uh..Dead. I'm gonna go over to the Steele base, make sure they know that they don't need to be gettin' ready to spray bullets over everyone that comes near." Mark, good job. Seriously. "Thanks." Mark paused. "By the way, what's your name?" We've been bonded for six years. Did you seriously never learn my nam- "you never told me your name, so..." My name is Alakyn. "Huh." There's still a bunch of people waiting to see if they can get out of their basement. Mark. "Oh, yeah." He knocked on the door again. "Everything's fine! You can come back out!"

Welcome to the Shard! What's your favourite colour of the alphabetical golden ratio?

Awwww... If you like trying to remember a stupid number of character names that consistently change, you should read it!

YAY There are seriously so few people I know that have read any of them.

Have you read Warriors? Or, some of them, bc reading the whole series is insanity? *Me realizing I've read all but one book. And the only reason I didn't read that book is because I read two thirds of it and didn't like it.*

HAVE YOU RE- omg my freaking caps lock is messing with me today. jeez. Have you read Warriors?

Is your member title an AJR lyric?

I WILL BE THE PREZIDENT! AS SOON AS I THINK OF A TITLE! I'VE SPENT SO LONG THINKING ABOUT THE STORMIN TITLE OF THIS BOOK! WHICH SOUNDS BETTER - Oh, caps lock. Which of these is a better title : A World Shattered By Gods, or Struggle for Life in the Realm of Monsters? *Me not liking either of them* *Me also having spent several days trying to find a title for this*

Mark groans, turning around, looking at the fallen men around him. "You will be remembered." He murmurs. Really? Why the hell would you want to remember them- "Because they weren't as terrible as you think." Mark spat. "Not as terrible as you." I just saved your life, you- "Only because of my Blade. Which came from the oaths. So really, I'm the one who saved us." You ungrateful little- "Shut it." Mark, tired, and heart still beating far too quickly, began walking back towards the house, glancing over his shoulder every few steps. He eventually made it back to the house, stepping up to the door. He knocked once, wincing at the movement in his arm. The Killer had been moving quite quickly with his arms, swinging wildly to throw the knife to the point that it now ached. His other arm, that had been holding the heavy shield, was similarly exhausted. He didn't want to hurt his hands by knocking on the door, so naturally he used his head. To knock on the door. "Someone call the storming coroner," He groaned.

Mark growled, arm aching from holding the shield. His light bolstered him, but the large, bulky object was heavy nonetheless. A few bullets clanged off of it as he took a few steps back, eyes flicking from side to side nervously. As soon as one of them gets around your shield, you're dead. "I know." Mark backpedaled quicker, firing one shot straight forwards. It didn't hit anything. They were converging on him quickly. He wasn't going to be able to escape fast enough. If only there was a way he could move backwards without turning around- Wait. Mark slicked his feet, pushing off the ground with his shield and sliding quickly backwards. He pushed a few more times, gaining speed as he sped backwards along the street. Bullets fired after him, trying to hit his hands and feet as he moved the shield. Thankfully, none did. The enemies began advancing, but didn't want to risk jogging or running while holding active assault rifles while being shot at. Smart guys. "That's the problem." There were bullets being fired at him, though most were missing his shield now, with how far he was away from his assailants. He dropped the shield for a moment, slicking his feet and leaping to the side. It let him get a view of where his enemies were, and got them closer to the potential of running out of ammunition. His shield reappeared after he slid a few feet, and he fired his gun a few times back out at the enemy. Mark. You're not going to win this. "I'm fine." How long can you pull the same tricks before you run out of Light to slide around? "Damn." Mark sighed. "No." He tried to fire the gun again, but it clicked. "Crud." Mark slicked his feet once more, draining his light to the tiniest glow within him. Leaping forwards, he sped towards the enemy at a blurring pace. He knelt down, shield tilted sideways and extending slightly to block his quick-moving body. Crack! He heard bones break as he slammed against one man's legs, driving straight past as he flipped over behind him. Mark spun and drove a Shardblade into his chest, leaping backwards and snatching his rifle. He resummoned a shield on his back, blocking several bullets from behind while blasting out a spray of lead, dropping another man. He flared brass once more, soothing away every emotion that he could except for nervousness with the last of his brass. They hesitated. "Do it." They hesitated for barely a second. The Killer didn't need a second. With Mark summoning a dagger for him, he leapt forwards, low to the ground, stabbing and buring the eyes out of the next man in line, spinning around his falling body to block the incoming bullets. He flicked his wrist, throwing the dagger straight into a third man. He grabbed a fallen rifle, leaping to the side while firing. Another fell dead. The Awakener muttered something and tossed one of his ropes towards the Killer with shocking accuracy. The Sharddagger reappeared in his hand, and he sliced it out of the air, simultaneously throwing the dagger the Awakener's direction. The man ducked quickly aside, lifting his pistol alongside the other two remaining men and opening fire.

Mark grunted as the bullets hit his shield. He knew that before long, the enemy would've spread out and would be able to shoot around the shield. It was straining his bond, making a shield this large. Any further, and it would probably hurt his Spren. He flared his brass, soothing away all confidence inside a few of them, making them take a few precious moments more in circling around his shield. "Look's like the famed tribute has lost his edge, huh?" The Awakener sneers. "Can't use a Blade if you need a shield!" You don't need a Shardblade to hurt people. You have a knife. The Killer said quickly. Mark tilted his shield slightly, switching his dagger to his right hand, which was better at throwing. There weren't bullets hitting the shield anymore, and Mark thought it was because these men feared an extended fight in which they might run out. Readying himself, in a sudden motion one arm whipped out from behind the shield, launching his hooked dagger straight towards the man advancing to his right. Immediately bullets were fired, though none accurate enough to quick, stormlight enhanced movement. It didn't kill the man, but struck him in the stomach, and hard. He keeled over, coughing. Mark quickly flared his brass and soothed their sense of confidence once more. Fear makes combat impossible. Keep a level head, stand your ground, and strike hard and fast. Adris' words, once said to Mark, echoed now by the Killer in his head. His mind raced to think of something else to do. He knew that the Killer, as well, didn't know a surefire way out of this scenario. Anything he could do was far too risky, but doing nothing at all was far more dangerous. Each second you wait lets them get a better position on you. The Killer's words weren't exactly words anymore. They were thoughts, flying through quickly and not taking the actual time of speaking. Still the nine remaining men advanced. They had known that Mark, and most Edgedancers, excelled at combat where they could cause chaos, where they could strike at whatever point was weakest and keep on sliding along. They had prepared, had known that they would have to fight him. Step back. Mark followed the instruction, confused. He nearly stumbled over the body with burned eyes he had left on the ground. Mark grinned. The man's gun had not been damaged by the spikes on the front of the shield. "You know, Marksmen, or whatever you're called, your parents really didn't teach you an important lesson." Mark said loudly, mostly to stall. "Oh, really?" One man to his left said. Oh, no. Mark, don't even think about sayin- "They never taught you." It was so stupid when you said it the first time- "Never give an Edgedancer a machine gun." Mark dropped down his left hand, snatching the gun. The shield warped in front of him, forming a hole for the barrel of the gun, and he quickly set it within. He couldn't very well see where his enemies were, but he had heard one of them speak. He turned the shield slightly, firing several shots. He heard something drop, and quickly capitalized, sliding forwards, while spraying inaccurate bullets to his right side, to disrupt any returned shots as he slid. He was nearly knocked down as his shield slammed into someone, burning out their eyes. He lifted his gun, now with almost all of the enemies in an arced line in front of him. A burst of bullet erupted from the barrel of the gun, knocking down another of the men. Seven left. Awakener still alive. Shots futilely pummelled his shield. He fired the gun several more times, though nothing hit, as the enemy had realized that he couldn't see them, so had moved. Probably. Knowing that he was unlikely to get any more hits without being able to see them, in a quick decision, he decided to quickly start moving his shield, and take a few steps, one way, drawing the aim in that direction, and peek out his head. The enemies were jogging out to try and get around him again, and he quickly snapped off a few shots to drop one of the men who was a bit too invested in circling around him, and had payed less attention on his gun. He did a small turn, firing bullets in an arc in front of him, hoping that it would hit someone. Hit something it did, as one man fell. Mark could tell, as several bullets suddenly went up into the sky and he heard a cry of pain. Six, including Awakener left. @Spark of Hope I just wanna pause so that I don't do the whole fight without anything else happening. If Falr or Milay want to intervene or you wanna RP inside the house or something, you can do it now. Or later. It depends on when you're online. And when you're online and reading this whole giant post.

Mark steps outside the house. Let me fight them. "No. You don't have oaths, stormlight, or a Blade." You can give the blade to other people. Let me wield it. You know that I'm better at fighting than you. "I'm not risking a single gunshot being able to kill you. With this light, I can heal." Mark's palms were sweaty, the two blades, one from the Games and one from the Rusted, in the time before, were slick in his hands. He couldn't see anyone up and down the street, and for a moment reconsidered if whether the group would be coming to the Tribute's house, or whether they might be going to the Steele HQ like he had originally thought. Make a shield. Now! The Killer's voice shouted in his mind. He echoed the thought to his Spren, making a large, silvery shield in front of his body. A moment later, he heard a gunshot and a bullet bounce off of the shield. The were here. There were eleven of them, in military gear, most with long rifles. One was holding a smaller pistol in one hand, but his outfit contained a sword, most likely for if Mark went in close, as he often did, and several ropes. Awakener. Fight them from far, try to steal one of the guns. Don't let him hit you with one of the ropes. "I can cut it with my Blade." Mark grunted from behind his shield. That takes time without a shield. You need to get in close and- "I know my own powers." Mark hissed. His shield widened, and he slowly crouched down. He leapt forward, tucking his body behind the shield and Slicking the bottom of his body. Spikes grew on the front of his shield as he raced forwards at a high speed, slamming into one of the men. There was a heavy thud as he crashed into the enemy, and smelled smoke as eyes burned. The eleven had been spread out in a line, with the Awakener predictably in the middle. He had hit on the side, and he quickly turned his shield, though one bullet grazed his side. My light's draining. (Inner thought and not Killer) The ten began advancing towards him. @Spark of Hope

Mark nods to Falr and Milay. "Try to stay out of the thick of the fight. I have a good amount of stormlight, so it would be best if they were shooting at me. I'm going to have to get in close to them, and try to cause chaos within their group with my Blade. I do need a way to get close to them without getting shot several dozen times before I even reach them. If you two could provide a destraction of some kind, I could slide at them and get into the middle of their group." "My Spren said that they're coming from this way." Mark points up one of the streets. "They might go to the Steele base. The problem is, after they saw that Maj died... Well, they're all drunk and grieving. If they make it to the Steele base... All of them die." "That's why I need to go out there, to fight them. I- I apologize in advance for any damage to your house."

"Yes, yes something is very wrong!" Mark stumbles through the door. "Does this house have a basement? If so, get everyone in it, except those of you who know how to and are willing to... to fight." Mark glanced behind his back. "Everyone!" He shouted into the house. "Get to somewhere you can stay safely and find some kind of weapon!" The maps. The markers were on important places from Mare and I's lives. Either they're coming here to kill us, or those two things are unrelated. They've already attacked the Steele base a number of times, when I wasn't there. Logically ,they would go somewhere else, if they were trying to attack me and not the Steeles. Or, they are trying to attack the Steeles and that map wasn't just about me, but about all of us. But then what about Mare's map? It could've been in reference to her family, but there's no reason for them to want to kill them, if they are attacking us because of the revolution. It must be me that they're targeting. The revolutionists. They want to hurt the Steeles, so the main target would be the Shardbearer and half-leader of them. Right? "Adris." Mark muttered. They would want to kill me and Adris. Adris is in no position to fight. None of them are, after Maj's death. Maybe that's why they're attacking now, of all times. Would they go straight for Adris, or would they come here if they knew where I was? "Lily, get away from any windows. Get the others to do the same. I... There are people coming here, who want me, Marewill and Adris dead. Maybe all of us. They don't seem to have a lot of Invested people, but there are at least ten people with guns coming towards us right now." Mark took off his pack, taking out the two hooked daggers. Sometimes you need a human. Sometimes you need a soother. Sometimes you need an Edgedancer. Right now, you need a killer. "We're going out there, to fight them." Mark said. Mist curled around one hand, and for the first time, the Killer accepted the oaths that he had sworn. He strapped one of the daggers to his belt, and in it's place a gleaming, silver scimitar appeared.

@Ancient Elantrian A few hours after meeting up with Adris, Mark's Spren that he had sent off to spy comes dashing down the street. Mark was in Adris' room, drinking some water, while Adris was off by his rarely-used desk, drinking some kind of dark liquor. The smell of it was thick in the room, and it wasn't the first glass the Steele had drunk already. Mark's Spren zipped under the door. MARK! "Ah!" Mark jumps in surprise. "What's going on?" he asks. I went back to the construction site, like you said, and there was a group of like ten armed gunmen getting paid for something. I think they, or one of them, is the Marksman that was getting paid so much. Mark's Spren spoke in a rushed, quick voice. They got paid, and started walking this way. I don't know how, but I'm sure that one of them spotted me, or sensed my Investiture. Anyway you need to get out of this place! "Adris! Those troublemakers are comin' back, and with guns this time." Mark snapped at his boss. "Get everyone out. Now." "Wh-" Adris starts, spilling a bit of his drink. "Storms." "They may have someone who can see Investiture. Life Sense or something. Watch out for Awakening." Mark reported. Adris stumbled over his chair, catching himself before he fell all the way to the ground. "Get yourself together," He murmurs to himself. he throws his door opens. Mark hears some kind of incoherent shout of alarm from his superior, and he goes outside the room. "Everyone! They're coming back with soldiers, and we're getting out of here!" Most people had been expecting a call like this, had been anticipating the excalation of the protest against them, and had knew that they weren't going to end this without smoke in the air and blood on the ground. There was a few minutes of chaos before the Steeles got themselves organized. Mark ran back into Adris' room, grabbing his pack. Inside was a few brass vials as well as some stormlight. Inside was also a pair of knives. A pair of knives that hadn't been used in a long, long time. "Everyone, I'm going to the get the other Past Tributes. We need to make sure that no one goes after them if they can't find us." And, for the fourth time in just a few days, he knocked on the door with urgent news, hoping that his friends were home.