The Stormfather

I checked, urithiru is too tall even starting all the way down at bedrock. A flight of dragons. cool! (What have I gotten myself into…)

Cool. Are the battles going to be turn based or more like in the anime?

Mark, after having his flashback of the worst moment of his life, is shockingly, not very happy. His Blade shifts in his hand, a circle appearing on the hilt to show an engraving. One of Sereine. ”No. Not her.” He murmurs. It shifts to an image of Astra in the storm. Back to Sereine. Back and forth, many times. Different images of the two. It settles on one. A tall building, blocky, in the background, with sandy rock all around and strange geometric boulders sitting on the left. In the center was Astra Ay. ”Please, don’t make me kill her. Not again. I can’t kill another one. Please.”

So I'm starting this survival minecraft world who's sole purpose is building, where i've made a to-do list of builds that I want to add. Any suggestions? Keep in mind it's survival, so nothing insane.

YESSSSS Not sure how much it entails but still yes.

Mark stood perfectly still, scimitar held in front of him. He swung once, then did a fake parry against an enemy that wasn't there. He twisted and spun, jabbed, parried and slashed and used every trick he had learned in his time as a killer. But there was no one there. "Get out!" He shouted, to no one in particular. The scimitar came up, as if loping the head off of a enemy. And then there was someone there, fighting. There wasn't, but there was. She looked up at him. Sereine. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mark crept along Adris street, knife held in hand. The target, the mark, as the other's liked to call it, was supposedly going to be going down this street near midnight. This one, he knew he would have no mercy. Sometimes, he let them go. Sometimes, the Killer lost, and the Human won the internal struggle that was ever-present within him. Not this time. One more kill, and he was out, debts paid. Free. Freedom is but a concept derived from men encaged. No man is ever free, not even the kings and queens, lords and ladies. His father's voice. He hated that voice. The Killer hated that voice. The Human was the reason it was there. Tonight, he was the Killer, and only the Killer. There! Mark crouched in the alleyway as two people walked by. He glimpsed the telltale patch on their shoulders. Steeles. There was one other, walking a few steps behind in a dark cloak with a cowl covering her face. Target spotted. His knuckles whitened as his hand tightened around the knife. He hit all three with a blanket of Soothing, burning through far too much metal to do so. Only those who can be conservative with their resources can make it far in life. Rusting father. The two bodyguards were arguing about something, Mark noticed. Arguing about some kind of plan... He wanted to creep closer, but knew that he'd be spotted. There was hardly anywhere to hide in the bare-bones street exept the one alley he was currently hiding in. As the trio passed his hiding place, he slunk out of the alley, catching a few words. It seemed like they were planning an attack, but on where he didn't know. Silently, even to a Tineye, Mark stepped slowly behind them, gaining distance until... NO! The Human screamed inside of him. The knife slammed into the Steele leader's back. She turned, somehow still standing and punched Mark right in the face. Rusts. Pewter. Mark was thrown backwards by the powerful hit. The two bodyguards came rushing towards him, expectedly, and Mark pulled out his other two daggers. These ones obsidian. One whistled through the air, taking the first guard in the heart, quickly sending him to the Beyond as the second drew a pistol. Rusts! Mark frantically pumped his arm, sending his dagger towards him and dashed back into the alley. He heard the crack of a gunshot. The bullet hit the building near him. The guard's aim was off, for the dagger had struck his shoulder. Mark silently drew his final dagger, throwing it with deadly accuracy. Then there was no guards left. He dashed after the leader, picking up one of his obsidian knives. He saw her lifting a vial of metal, but before she could, his knife hit her on the back of her leg. She dropped to the ground. Mark charged towards her, grabbed the dagger out of her back and plunged it back in. Again. Again. Until she stopped moving. "Let's see who you really are, then, Steele." He whispered, lifting back the cowl of her cloak to see. "No...NO....NO! Sereine! SEREINE!" He screamed. But no one answered. For he had killed all who could. Sometimes loss is but a step towards greater- "Shut UP! Get OUT of My HEAD!" The Killer said. "Sereine, please, wait for me. I'll find you eventually." The Human said. "Can't you see? She was playing you! She was spying on us the whole time!" The Killer shouted. "And you killed her." The Human spat. "now it's time for me to kill you." "How?" "I swear, I will only kill if I have to, if someone will kill me if I don't. I swear it, all the way to the Stormfather himself. I will not be a Killer any longer."

YES

Pick someone. Bet on someone. Anyone. It doesn't matter. "I-....... Tinker." Mark pauses. "Damn this life. Damn you all. " He whispers, looking out at Astra. "She should be saved. She's different!"

Mark did a few swings with his blade, with unpracticed hands. When the call to make a bet came, he stayed silent. But he wasn't himself. Again the killer, the murderer, the other part of him, the beast that remained when nothing else did. I'll win. I'll win. But a small voice inside him whispered "What about Astra?" "Who?" He asked in confusion. He stabbed at the wall with his blade, unsurprised that it didn't go through. He looks around, no emotion showing on his face. And then it all came back. Memories flashed before his eyes as he remembered all of the times in this arena. Remembered why he was here. Remembered Dougella, Quelkin, the Redspine. Most of all he remembered Astra. "We'll survive. We'll survive. We'll survive. We'll survive. We'll survive. We'll survive. We'll survive." "We have to." His spren whirled around him as he stood, blade at the ready, not knowing exactly what was going to happen. He knew he had to make a bet. He knew he needed light, or brass if he was going to survive this. He knew he needed a way to escape, for winning was practically out of the question. But there was one other thing he knew. One damning fact that dominated his mind. He knew he could never bring himself to kill Astra. He knew that if they had to fight, he would have to give up. Sacrifice himself. "Rusts... What did I get myself into?" He takes Quelkin's dice out of his pocket, tossing one to himself. "Ruin you, gamemakers and your schemes! Rust you all! Rust anyone who EVER suggested this MANIACAL contest and it's INSANITY! WHOEVER it was who did this, I DON"T CARE who you are, my ghost will HAUNT YOU and RUIN your LIFE just like you ruined MINE!" "Storm you." He whispers after his rage had played out.

When Mark hears the announcement, he looks to Astra. "That's... That's the guy who was in the casino, right? But he seems... different. He wasn't like this when I saw him, briefly as it was. Someone needs to listen to what he truly wants to say." "I might be a killer. I might be an assassin, the shadow waiting in the night. I might be a terrible person. But at least I remember. "Everyone that I killed, I remember them vividly. Their purpose. Their drive. Even If I hardly knew them I will remember." The words, Mark. The words! "And those times when I showed mercy? I listened. From the lowliest peasant to the high lords, I would listen to them when others wouldn't. I would try to understand why they had to die, why Ellif had ordered me to kill them." "Sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I let them go, let them run, run for their lives. They got away. Because I Listened!" Do it! Now, before it's too late! Starvation and exhaustion battered Mark, and he slumped down. "I-" THE WORDS! "I will listen to those who have been ignored!" Call it, Mark! Call the power! "I- I can't..." Call the power! Mark lifted one hand. And summoned his Shardblade. A short blade, curved. A scimitar, but with a wicked point on the hilt to backstab. "One way or another, It's time to end this." "Astra... Thank you, for everything. For saving me from the storm, from the Redspine, from Quelkin... Astra Ay, I love you." @Lotus Blossom

yeah, at least I doubt this is going to come to a crazy showdown, it’ll probably be slow starvation and death, or quiet assassination. If it comes to a showdown we’re dead. We’ll take someone with us, but we’re dead.

“I- No. not through the heart. What did you say would happen through the rib or somewhere safe?”

I’ve been trying to suggest that my alliance start killing others but I said something else in the same post and they narrowed in on that. also I think everyone but Mark and Astra are in a sort of alliance so we’re screwed. two vs five/six/I forget how many we got this

“What’s a sand master? Is it one of those guys who makes cool sand castles?”

Both the ape and the bear growl to each other and begin to retreat warily

I'll do it. This character is from Roshar

Insanity

"It... I think it'll tell you where to stab yourself. It told be something about bind points for different powers? I'm not really sure." Mark hands her the spike. "You take it. If either of us are going to have more powers, I'd rather it be you."

"Hey, Astra. This spike says it can give one of us powers if we impale ourselves. I think I'm going insane." @Lotus Blossom