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The blades are already falling, you are now almost definitely dead.
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Rolen moves over and slices at Ryn with both blades, making it impossible for Ryn to roll away.
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Rolen, who had managed to get down the chasm safely, steps forward, along with three more illusions of him. He summons his Novelblade and his Shardblade and strikes at the prone figure.
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“I know that, I was waiting until one of them killed the other and then I was going to kill the leftover, but I guess I’ll chase them now.” He breathes in Stormlight (from the perpendicularity if it’s close enough, or his gem if it’s not), and soulcasts a bridge, connecting him to the plateau the people fighting had been on. Then he begins his chase, making illusions of himself so that it was nigh impossible to know which one was the real him. Ooh, they are fighting now, I’ll just kill both, he thinks.
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“Storm it!” Rolen whispers quietly.
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As Rolen continues to wander, he comes closer to the perpendicularity, and finds two people about to fight. Sadly, he couldn’t reach them easily because of the enlarged chasms. This should be fun to watch, he thinks. I wish I had some popcorn though.
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Rolen wanders, attempting to find his allies or enemies to kill. He still has his garnet gemstone full of Stormlight.
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Rolen grabs the dead blade, surprised that it doesn’t scream at him. Novel didn’t seem to mind, so he decided he’d take it with him too, it would probably come in handy, even if he didn’t specialize with full sized blades.
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In the dark Rolen steps back from his first kill, Aekalohan. He takes their token, and went to find his allies. Everything is going perfectly.
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Rolen sees a hut made entirely of garnet, and it’s glowing strongly. He cuts off a chunk with his Novelblade to use later.
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Novel returns, showing via a series of words, where Rolen’s enemy, Aekelohanar, was. Rolen grinned, ready to get his first kill. @Aeoryi I’m coming.
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Rolen carves his way out of his shelter, thankful that he survived. “Novel, go find me some people to kill,” he says. “And if you don’t mind, find my allies for me. Thank you.” Novel forms the letter O, then the letter K in a quick sequence, then leaves.
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Rolen plans to wait until the Highstorm ends, then figure out what’s going on with the pins.
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Rolen chills in his shelter, trying to see if he can soulcast breathable air from little pieces of stone. The air isn’t poisonous at least.
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Rolen is ready to summon his Novelblade in case his air supply runs low and he has to cut a hole to breathe through.
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Rolen bursts out of the perpendicularity, then, seeing the approaching storm, breaths in Stormlight, soulcasting the ground beneath him and the air around him to make a shelter.
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Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, Rolen thought, desperately trying to transport himself back.
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“It has to be better than this storm, I’m going.” Rolen runs to the perpendicularity, willing himself to be transported to the cognitive realm.
