The Stormfather

“Damn.” Mark muttered. “I… I don’t know what to do, then. When Mare is well enough to tell us where those papers are, we might be able to come up with something. For now…” Mark glanced around. Somebody had come through and done the gruesome task of moving the bodies from his fight against the Marksmen, but blood still stained the street. ”This place is becoming dangerous. Maybe even more so than before the revolution. We need to be careful. It was way too close, back there. Most of all, we need stormlight. If Astra and I have Light and they don’t have investiture, they’re not getting past us, and I can heal any others who get hurt.” That doesn’t solve your problems, Mark. Why can’t you see the obvious solution- Mark ignored the rest of what the Killer said. ”I’d advise keeping a good watch on Lily. Both Mare and I got ambushed by them- They’re good at sneaking.”

Maybe another hg will make me active again

You may want to spoiler this- even though it doesn’t reveal anything about the plot of WaT at all, it’s probably better to be careful.

I am a little bit lost with what you are trying to say here. I understand your points about the Caste system, but what is it that you actually want Brandon to do? You said he could include a simplified-ish version of the caste system with something like 500 castes. Have you considered how hard it would be to make something like that readable? I do not have knowledge of the nuances of the Caste system, but could it possibly be better to have something closer to the dahn/nahn system with more sub-ranks in between? i believe it would be much easier to read and easier to understand who stands above who else, from a writers standpoint.

I think the fact that its summer break right now makes it harder for people to be active, and they might be going places or doing things that make them unable to use their phone/laptop (At least in the northern hemisphere)

i'd like to join, but I'm not sure I'll have access to the book until months after it comes out, because @The Sibling is probably going to read it first and they're not going to be around a lot, so...

"I guess we're not getting it any time soon, then." Mark sighed. "It wouldn't make sense for them to leave us alone after that. I can only hope we debilitated enough of them that whatever storm is coming... Well, this house has weathered a lot. It can't be worse than the Games, or the Revolution." Mark turned to Astra. "You can see into Shadesmar, right? Can you make sure that there's nothing...watching?" @Lotus Blossom

"Oh. I don't know if she told you about this, but the other day, we went and stole some documents from those people who were attacking us. Do you have any idea where she would have put them?"

"Do we know when Marewill is coming back?" Mark asked Rashi.

Mark and Astra eventually arrived at Marewill/Rashi/I don't know who owns this house's house. Mark, once again, knocked on the door. "Hello?" He called. You know you could probably just go in- I doubt they'd- "I told you to shut up."

Mark left their house, walking over to Mare's with Astra. "They might not know your specific tricks, but they probably know what a Willshaper is."

"Yeah... If we do get into a fight with them again, they know our tricks at this point. We need to avoid fighting again. It's a lot easier to pull the trigger when the person you're trying to kill is stabbing a Shardblade at you." You could also try to- "Shut. Up." Mark whispered. He raised his voice back to normal. "Let's get going, shall we?" Mark asked, leaving his tea half-drunken (Drunk? Drank? idk) on the table.

"I don't remember, really. We did steal the map, though, that showed where they were. It should be over at Marewill's house, I think." "I'm not sure where to start. But they probably don't know what to do either. They probably expected that to end it, at least for Mare and I. What they have planned for the rest of you, I don't know. They were ready for us, though. The first group who attacked didn't even really seem to be a part of their plan. They were... Well, they had a lot of stuff set up as a contingency for if those people failed. They knew that we would be able to fight them off. Whoever leads them, and I don't think it was the person I saw, they know us. The maps pointed to all of the important places to us, where we were likely to visit, by their point of view. They have information on us." "Watch your back, in the casinos. There very well could be someone waiting to put a knife in your back."

"Seems like it. He seemed more prepared to hunt down Marewill and I, though. He had some maps marked with places we were likely to visit. There must be others of those kinds of maps at their other operating centers. Thankfully, I doubt they'll be doing much right now. Their best fighters, and most well equipped, are already dead, and what seemed to be their only Invested." "The police are going after them, although the police do move slowly, with all the new laws of investigation and stuff. They had only a few guns. Not sure how many, really. Didn't have time to count, but their not particularly ready to fight us, especially if multiple of us are together. Most of us are Invested, after all."

"Any form of progress will always be seen as destruction, I think. There will always be people who revolt against any kind of change- especially something like the revolution." Mark thought for a moment. "Progress or not, the revolution was bloody. We know that. Progress or not, there would be people, those who used to be higher up in the government before the revolution, who would be affected badly. It doesn't matter how many people you have on your side. A truly unanimous agreement is never going to happen. This time, it seems, we just happened to be too close to the outliers, the ones who didn't want that revolt." Mark nodded. "Yes please, I'll have some tea."

"No, they didn't want any information. It wasn't... It wasn't normal. They were just people, I think. Not any criminal masterminds- Just some people whose lives have been destroyed by the revolution. I they said that they wanted to give their leader the privilege of killing us when they captured us. But... I don't think most of them really wanted to kill us. Not when they saw us there, stuck in a cell."

"It's just some scrapes and bruises. None of the bullets got me, luckily. I think they were more focused on stopping our escape than actually killing us. They... They seemed a bit hesitant, when they had us captured. They could have killed us at any point, but were waiting for their boss, who wanted to kill us. Even him, though, probably had never killed somebody before. He hesitated, for far too long."

“Marewill’s at the station. They’re helping her. I’m pretty sure they’ll take her to a hospital soon. I don’t think anyone got hurt other than us- except for the ones that have burnt out eyes. The police seemed accepting of what we told them, and they could see the people shooting at us as we drove the automobile. They shouldn’t be after us.” Mark went to his closet, grabbing a change of clothes. “I think we might need to throw these out-“ he said, looking at his current outfit.

"Uh..." Wait I forgot to explain any of this to her. "So there was this group, called the Marksmen, who were harassing and assaulting the Steeles. I kinda figured out that they were an organized group to annoy, and eventually kill, the old tributes who had started the revolution. Then, a bunch of well-equipped people came down, straight towards the house, just down the road, where we all kinda meet up. And..." Mark's Blade fell into his hand. "They didn't have a great time. Marewill and I went to a place we thought was some kind of headquarters of theirs, and then pretty much got ourselves captured. Very easily. We managed to escape, after a while. Headed to the police station." Mark looked down at his bloodied clothes. "It looks a lot worse than it is. I had some stormlight when we went in, which did a lot to help. Marewill, though, she got hurt pretty bad. Not to mention the fact that we pretty much drove an automobile at top speed into a police station."

"Oh. It probably won't help much then." Mark shook his head. "I'll take it to her, but you probably won't see her back for a few days. Could you show me where the Light is? if you're okay with me taking it, of course."

"Storms. These games just keep destroying," Mark murmured. "Do you guys have any stormlight here? I don't see why you would, but I... Well, Mare needs help."

Mark sighed. "Damn it..." Too much to hope that the Gamemakers would let us keep somebody we care about alive. "How?"

Mark finished with explaining Mare's injuries. "Is everybody here safe?" He asked. if those storming Marksmen came back... Looking around, though, it seemed that everything was fine. For the first time in what seemed like forever, his heart rate went down to something normal.