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All right!

The dragon also deadly follows Sya, leaving only the ability to smell, taste, and feel.

Nandok-child-Plana sat in their room in the tower. Urithiru. What a wonderful city. What they loved about it is that it wasn’t Alethi. It may have started out like that, many months before when people first arrived, but now no state truly could call this their home, except, of course, Urithiru itself. Yes, the king and queen were Alethi, yes, the king seemed crazy at times and had a disturbing past, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that this little plot of land, in the center of Roshar, was the most valuable area in all the planet, perhaps in all the cosmere. And it was Nandok’s home. Nandok only had one little worry about all of this. Actually, many little worries, but only one big worry. And that was further proven by what they saw in the corner of the room. Something black, slick, reflective and bubbly, like how the things with Re-Shephir were described. But those had been defeated…right? Nandok hoped so. How the Midnight Essence was in their room wasn’t what worried Nandok. What worried them was what it was shaping itself into. It became humanoid, with markings on its face and sporting an evil grin. Nandok cursed. If this was what they thought it was… “Breathing?” they called to their Mistspren. Yes? it responded. “I need you to do me a favor. I’m going to make these recruitment posters, could you put them up around Urithiru? I would, but I don’t have hands! Breathing-while-dead started laughing for some unknown reason. “Fine, fine. I’ll do it. But be ready, Breathing, for whatever comes.” —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Darkness of Urithiru hath begun! Character sheets: And lastly, the recruitment poster:

He then becomes unfloofy once again. “Friends, elves, other people, lend me your ears!” Sya calls. “I must go to the capital for a certain artifact! I believe Willy is going that way, too! Who shall come with us?!”

Suddenly, the dragon becomes very floofy.

Looks good, Purelaker is definitely allowed.

I will need both of your character sheets soon, as we’re starting in about an hour. (Sorry for the double post)

Indeed, as I am truly the one who wins.

—>Pahn Kahl.

Hug.

Living kept screaming. She knew that Bob was dead, but they couldn’t believe it. Her scholar, their fighter, her human, their everything, dead. And she had been the one to kill him. Yes, Bob had pushed the dagger into his heart, but for Living it was worse, they had been the dagger. She had known what he was trying to do and tried to convince him not to, but they had only made things worse. So she knew what she could do. They flew to where the innocent boy was, twisted by the lies of the one who had actually killed Bob. “Say the words,” she whispered in his ear. “Say them, Cass.” @SmilingPanda19

I just read through this thread, and there’s some really good stuff here! I liked the Ace and Tallin scenes a lot, especially. Liz is a really cool character, too.

Not worth it, Bob thinks to himself. Not worth it. Those words pulsed inside him, like a beating drum, over and over and over. I’ll show her not worth it. Living comes, back to his hands as Bob abandons his attack on Aymara (@Lotus Blossom). They become a dagger in Bob’s hands, pointed at his own chest. Not worth it. Not worth it. Storm it! She called me “not worth it”, and all she’ll get from me is a boring. Suicide. Death. Bob starts to push the dagger into his chest. Bob, Living calls. Bob, don’t do it. You don’t need to. Just murder a few people and everyone will be okay! Bob didn’t want to kill himself. He didn’t even have a good reason to! But it was either this, or he would, as Living pointed out, have to murder others. And Bob hated mudering. And those words kept repeating in his head. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it. Not worth it not worth it notworthitnotworthitnotworthitnotworthit. I. Am. WORTH IT! And Bob cuts his own heart out. His last thought, directed towards it Eddie, is: Mayst thou neu’r sleepe a full night againne. Living-while-dead screams, a sound full of sorrow. It is done. Bob is dead.

I will fight at my own pace, Bob thinks definitively. But…there was something still bothering him. Explain how your powers work. Explain, and I will fight harder than any you have seen before.

I am! I just threw Living at— Wait. You have telepathy? Wha—how—?

Chapter 3 (continuing my very slow progress): I feel like I made a certain element of the plot too obvious, and I would like some feedback on this chapter.

Sya runs down the street, looking for anyelf wearing a watch. If she didn’t find it— It was best not to think about that. @The Honorable One (I think you’re in charge? If not then @whoever’s in charge).

Wow, the Gamemakers really have some problems. I would feel bad for them if I didn’t hate them with every ounce of my soul, Bob thinks to himself.

I’ll play as Rajib Urbain, who just quit the Set and moved to the Roughs, and joined the Red Band.

Bob hums to himself, ignoring all their drama. They were so immature sometimes.