Ancient Elantrian

Elan nods. “Okie dokie. Ima go get some pancakes, I think there’s a breakfast food store here somewhere?”

“I’ve thought about doing the same. I nearly did on the world of the devil war-pigs. Their god-king-pig was waaaaay to creepy though, so I completely avoid that place instead. ”That… is beautiful.”

"I hate pigs and pig slobber almost, ALMOST as much as gods. The only reason it's not more is cuz... bacon." Elan nods. "Thanks!"

"Yep! Looks a lot more dramatic than trying to hold a giant explosive pig. I kept dropping him, and that thing slobbered like a dog." "THANK YOU!"

Elan takes a deep breath, getting up, still laughing softly. "Yeah. I'm good. I tried to keep it on the down-low. Ended up in a Greek myth though. Turned the pig into a rock and said I had to push it up a hill. They lost so much in the retelling."

Elan is wheezing on the floor, laughing so hard it feels like he is going to hack up a lung. "OOOOOOOOOOKAAAAAAY!!!"

"Of course I get it! Ask me about the time with the giant explosive pig I had to carry on my back for eternity once. It was a pain." Elan gives a thumbs up as he laughs so hard he can't breathe.

"That... is unfortunate. I hate gods. And fine print." Elan laughs. "Sounds good!"

Sounds good!

"The FULL 200 year war?! How in the heck did you get stuck in THAT shebang?" "Uh... yeah. Yeah, it does. He wouldn't have... the mind of the drug dealer, right?"

"Fun to read about. Really really unfun to fight in. Being on the front lines of the most deadly battle in the history of the world is not a party." Elan laughs. Elan hands her a paper, a computer, and a something. "Try again?"

"I... I mean... you do what you will. Yeah. That... was really poorly described... but... I'll take it."

Elan reaches over and shakes her hand. "That would be great. Who would you choose though? Seems difficult... and... immoral? Maybe?"

"That... could you do that? I don't think he really wanted to die. Would you really?" "Elan: Universe E21191314, Planet ETH0015w. Base Y. New American Monarchy, the Blood Wars. Fun times."

"Oh!" Elan says, "Fun! I love watching his memories, he totally has a thing for-" Elan pauses. "Yeah. Aaaaaand he's dead. Fun times. I hate dying. So inconvenient." "Hey! Roy!"

That works!

"Hi! I'm guessing one of me knows you?" Elan said happily.

Ummm…. yes that would be epic

An Elan formed out of mist, coming out of one of the orbs. He yawned. The sun had just risen in his universe when he saw that the Everything was open. “Oh, hey Arranis.” He said, seeing his friend from lots of places. “Nice place you got here.”

He stood up, hoping the distraction would work. “You mean nothing. You are nothing.” He said to The Being. “You have NO POWER OVER ME!” “You will regret saying that, Elan.” The Being said. Elan's pain increased, but he kept creeping forewords, knife ready, his steps slow and heavy. “I will never fear you. I lived in fear, yes. BUT I WILL NOT DIE IN IT!” Elan stabs at the being. Without the medallion he is susceptible to mortal wounds, and the blade goes straight into his face. Where he is stabbed white liquid, blood like, spills out. The Being screeches, and grabs Elan, lifting him up by his neck. There is a sharp crack as his neck is broken, and he goes limp. The next moment all the darkness sucked inwards like a black hole, into the place where the being was stabbed. The world re-formed, and there was nothing noting The Being had ever existed. Except the corpse of a man who would never know he was a hero.

Elan grunted. “Trying… to…” Elan was going to die. He knew it. But the others would get a chance to live. That… that would make this worth it.

“I will.” Elan says. He steps out of the cube. Immediately his skin starts to burn, and he clenches his teeth against the pain. “Years. For years I have been running from you. I’m done with that. You hear me? I. AM. DONE.” Elan says adamantly. “TODAY IS THE DAY YOU FALL.” “I have the totem, the medallion.” The Being says. He waves a hand and Elan’s pain ramps up. He collapses onto his knees. Elan is sweating, and there is fear and pain in his eyes. Ave… Aventine, I need help. Elan sends. You won’t survive long out here. There’s a medallion on his neck. I need you to take it off. Get it away from him. While he’s distracted killing me. Get it off him. Please.