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Through the Living Hopper

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  1. Valor shifted his consciousness away from his planet. He would finish his creation later. For now, he sensed a… disquiet. There! Virtuosity, locked in its creation, was Investing a star? That can't be! Even I realize that would make it go supern… Oh. Valor felt the dangers. This couldn't happen! It could destroy the cosmere! He moved toward her star, then surrounded her with his swirling, blue-grey cloud of power. His voice boomed out, louder than he expected. He hadn't talked in this form yet. "STOP." "WHAT YOU DO HERE IS UNACCEPTABLE. YOU WILL KILL US ALL. I AM VALOR, BRAVERY IN BATTLE. I FEAR NOT A BARTLE BETWEEN US, ONLY THE POSSIBLE REPERCUSSIONS. IF YOU PERSIST IN THIS COURSE, I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO END IT."
  2. I am still trying to figure this out. Do I ask you for a star system, or do I make one? If the former, can I have one with a slightly cool star, with planets that could potentially have multiple climates? Actually, would a binary star system, in which the two stars are orbiting each other and with the planet going between them in a figure eight work? I figured the planet would get ripped apart, but maybe I could save it? That feels Valorous. (I clearly have not studied astronomy)
  3. Does the Kindling a Flame show on the votes as a vote from a player? If so, are they subject to the Don't Shed the Blood rule? How does one submit a Kindling a Flame? Worldy wants the specifics of murder.
  4. Sign me up as… let's see. I need a name that based in my username and not just spamming special characters. Worldy. He never wanted to be a part of any tax fraud. No, that sounds awful. He would never do that. Would he? Fair note: I will be on a trip from July 7-11. I should be able to check in once every two days, but I probably won't have much time to read everything. If I find out I can’t do it before, I'll switch to a pinch-hitter.
  5. The power within He Who Was Valorous was impatient. It wanted a fight. It almost seemed as though it wanted to … please its new master. Show its bravery. He calmed It. Bravery does not require foolhardiness. So they traveled. He still wasn't sure where he should go. So for now, he chose a empty planet, intending just to rest. However, he saw potential. He wondered what he could do and where exactly he was.
  6. Valor needed time to think. He knew he had to leave, so he left Yolen and surveyed the cosmere. He would decide on a planet tomorrow.
  7. Kamen had called him weird. That hurt. Antari realized he had never addressed his claim of Fox's innocence. He had offered little explanation. As he had been running out into the square, it seemed he lost all of his energy. He had said that Fox was village because he had misread the records and thought that Var had led a train the day before, and then again that day. Antari was lost. He had no real backing for his suspicions on Var, only how hard he had pushed for Fox, and that was hardly unique. Plus, the constant merging of the new records into the larger town one made it hard for him to find things that he remembered being said. All in all, he suspected a Var+Madiane Spiked group, plus another: Kéamen, perhaps, but only because everyone else seemed marginally less suspicious. He would cast his vote later, after some more people talked.
  8. Hello! Say you can ask Brandon Sanderson one question. RAFO doesn't exist. What would it be? Notes: it can't be anything trippy like "what's going to happen?" Specific questions only. Also, put it in a spoiler box.
  9. Antari had warned them. He couldn't blame; he'd missed the signs too. Var had, as far as he remembered, started a train on a village, and voted again to kill another villager. He was confident. But if he was wrong, it was over.
  10. Antari wondered why he hadn't thought of this before. He waved Aral ( @Araris Valerian) over. "If we don't execute a Spiked tonight, is it over?" Var led another train today. Antari had an awful feeling in his gut. He sprinted out into the square. "Everybody! Fox is not Spiked! You need to retract your vote!" But his plea fell on deaf ears. It might have been too late.
  11. Ashes! Nobody would give Antari a good rundown, and the sheer amount of records made it nigh impossible to read through everything before somebody died. Antari had just left the room when he came across Var giving his speech. It seemed that everyone was here. He frowned. Who were the unresponsive men? "I," he said loudly, clearly, and somewhat contemptuously, "have spent all of my time in this ashing town being beaten, sliced, broken, and in all ways tortured. I was then taken to a faceless hospital where I was watched in my sleep by some apparent abecedarians who are incapable of summarization! I like Var's reasoning. However, during my brief stint in the 'hospital,' I got a chance to read through a few of the town records. Lijal was village, but Var was pushing really hard to get them gone. Until someone convinces me otherwise, that's where my vote stays. On him." Edited to add: As Antari was walking away to sit down ( he was still pretty banged up, he turned around. "A summary still would be nice."
  12. "Something can be so right, yet feel so wrong." War is like this, a fact that I have had to face many, many times." He raised a face, covered in streaked ash, to her. "What we did was right. Many conquests are. That shouldn't stop us from feeling bad about what we had to do to accomplish them."
  13. Ikaretekeketeraki'nantaríãī felt the power tremble. He knew its destructive capabilities, and knew, somehow he knew, that he must take it. He Who Would Become Valor offered a rationalization. He wept, not from fear or loss of power, but from the grief. He was not afraid of what would happen next, tentative, perhaps, but not afraid. No, every good commander or general feels compassion. That doesn't stop them from doing what needed to be done. Feeling sorrow for what had to be done, but taking action anyway, was a mark of Valor that Ikaretekeketeraki'nantaríãī valued most.
  14. The sword stayed floating. Ikaretekeketeraki'nantaríãī stepped away, confident that the power would accept him so long as the sword was still in the pool. He turned and walked back to the site of the horrendous deed. "I am sorry." And he wept.
  15. Ikaretekeketeraki'nantaríãī walked toward the pool that called him. He could sense its Intent. As he walked, though, he turned. Another called him. The pool of Oaths. But it was weaker than the other. He stood before the pool of courage, bravery in battle, compassion for the enemy, strength of will. Valor. And he, forlorn, stabbed his sword in the middle of it. @KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren
  16. Antari woke up. The pain was gone! Three men waited by his bedside, who yelped when he sat up. Antari felt great. "Hello. Listen. I've been being tortured the last few days. That changed, obviously. Now I don't have time to go looking through the town records at everything that's been said, at least not right now. I need a rundown from each of you. Who's suspicious and why? And quick, too. I need to make up for lost time."
  17. Beauty! The ground rumbled, causing the Pain to stumble and fall. And… was that light that Antari saw? It was! A large piece of stone had fallen out of the ceiling! Brought alive by the hope that the light represented, Antari kicked the stumbling Pain in the knee. The ceiling began to break apart more, spilling rubble all over the downed PAIN. Antari hopped (on the Pain's back) and grabbed a knife off of the pain-table. He cut his bonds and climbed out of the weakened room. He stumbled, almost unconscious from the lingering pain. The town was gathered in the square: "…ri meanwhile, is claiming to have been kidnapped. I hope someone manages to break into the inn and free him so he's willing to talk in the square." Antari stumbled into the square. He realized how he must have looked, after the torture. "You got some ash of timing, John." Then, he succumbed to the pain and crumpled, unconscious, to the ground.
  18. When I try to click on the "Site News" link in the "Categories" menu, it just goes to "Shardcast." As said, I'm stuck on mobile for a while, so I don't know if it works on desktop. Not a huge problem, though, I just thought that I should point it out.
  19. Antari woke with a start. Something smelled awful, like a rotting skaa thrown into an ashmount after fermenting for days in the Venture wine cellar. Antari lifted his arm to see if the smell was from him. The arm die not move. Ash! Ash! Ashashashashashashashashash! No! Wait! They couldn't have. Not here, not so soon…but what if they ashing did!? Antari rocked the chair so violently that he was surprised it didn't splinter. The darkness at the edge of the room got darker. A man stepped into the room, folding his arms. A more slender man stepped behind him, wearing fine clothes and looking at a watch. The large man lit a torch as a third figure walked into the room, a somehow larger man. The ashing barkeep! Wait. He was a skaa! Antari laughed. The slender man did not seem to like this, as he strolled across the room and slapped Antari. "Quiet, you! We don't want you dead, you don't want you dead, and the people paying your ransom definitely don't want you dead. So shut up!" He almost yelled the last sentence. On edge… He knew what this was about, too. The barkeep had lured him in, underhandedly. He had then practically forced drinks on him, until Antari was so drunk that he started ordering… No! You never know who's watching! These men had apparently thought that the new man's pockets were far too heavy for an ash sweep. They were not wrong. Sigh. One. Ashing. Day! The slender man turned to the other men. "He will tell us whom to ask for his bounty. Make him." The men closed in on Antari, holding instruments of torture that they had not had earlier. One ashing day. Sigh.
  20. Antari slipped into the darkened tavern. Blackkeep was much more upscale than the other forts he had visited. That was relative, of course. Sigh. ——————————––—————————– I finally am here! I sign up as Antari Erlington, a man with a mysterious accent and an even more mysterious past.
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