SpiritOfWrath

@Through The Living Glass A shoe and a star floated above Tam.

The Constant sighed, and stepped over to the man. “Who are you?” He asked curtly.

22.333333333? Skip me

The Constant noticed him, but did not say anything. He had learned, time after time, that involvement just made things worse. He couldn’t trust his instincts.

Okay, I’m going to open up an opportunity if you want to place your character here. The Constant - that is what he was called before becoming a king - walked on an empty path. His people had betrayed him, and he didn’t even have the will to stop them. He could have, at any time. But what if they were right? He felt a tear escape him only to quickly evaporate in the air. And so, the Constant returned to a place none would recognize him. A place that had hardly even heard of his kingdom. A tavern, one that he had often visited long before he even discovered his powers. So many years ago. He was tired.

How about Whirte. Two letters from each.

GUYS REMEMBER THE TRUE BAD GUY IS THE VAGABOND

Look up Root, the board game.

YALL RUINED THE REFERENCE! You cudda said theives, rats, badgers, lizards, cats, otters, etc

My Corvid Conspiracy recruits on your clearing, then placed an unidentified Plot token on it. They are ready to defend the Plot with their lives. YES, this IS a Root reference.

“My specific people turn into bloodthirsty zombies when they die. However, we almost never die. The only thing I’ve seen my people die to are those zombies. And I am older than I look…” He paused. ”The Empire of Wriulin stood for millennia before a single death happened. Wriulin, of course, knew the consequences of death, as well as most everyone in the empire. But… we never thought about. So when I killed Wriulin, (one who, thankfully, did not have the same circumstances as most everyone else of my people), and took control of the Empire, I forgot to implement official actions in the event of a death. And so, when some of my more… eager… supporters killed someone, we were totally unprepared. A reformed and fair country fell within a day. I only know two other survivors.” —————— do you want a summary of this magic? @Dragonheir The Devourer watched as the Eternal King left. He was sorry. But the King did not see. He knew that the King didn’t see. Ever since he had accepted the offer of enlightenment from the queen, he had known. The queen thought the gift would help him serve the country to his fullest. But… all it did was convince him of the convictions he already held. What the King didn’t understand was action. Ambition. Pushing others down to lift oneself up. The part of him that was the King agreed. He had found that it wasn’t the King, rather a… different… version of the same man. The same temperament, but more aligned with what the Devourer held to be true. His followers had almost gotten out of had. They didn’t see. The enlightenment had to come to one willing, one who accepted their cause. Because it didn’t copy the mind of the donor. It warped it to fit through the passageway given. He had had to remind them, painstakingly, of this importance. But now the King was no longer a problem. And he, with his followers, few though they were, would rebuild the country. He would be better for it. He had to be. But he was willing to do what he could to be the best available. To provide the most he could. And so, he thought. The Devourer… a name his ignorant followers gave him. And he thought about the mind that shared a space with his. He understood it now. And he knew that, where they were concerned, their interests aligned. I’ve thought about what you’ve proposed. And? I’m ready to take the next step. I… I do not know how to rule fairly. And your connection to the once King will help with this. Then I would advise you brave yourself. The process can be… unsettling. The Devourer gave consent, then prepared. But this did nothing as his mind started to betray him, pull away towards that second mind that had given him council for so long. He fell over as the two…merged, gasping and clutching his chest. Omal the Devourer stood, a new understanding entering his eyes.

“Yeah! Lots and lots. One in particular, though.” Sain waited to see if the voice took the bait.

Honor did not mind death. Honor doesn’t mind Odium. Death and Odium were perfectly fine, as long as oaths were upheld. It just so happens that the event that made Dalinar infamous was “retribution” for a broken oath. The leader of the Rift had lied to Dalinar multiple times, and Dalinar was rectifying the lie.

The Scribe frowned. There was a new person, and he had missed it? He summoned a box of… surprises… that dropped from the sky in a parachuted package.

Do you need help? Sorry, I’ve been… distracted. The voice of the Scribe whispered in Bat’s ear, and the Notblades stopped vibrating.

Ooooooooohhhhhhh I already have some ideas.

The Notblades vibrated. “Hi! You have a boring name. You should try to shoot us.”

The Scribe appeared. “Hey! What’s going on!” He dropped a blade between the two. Then disappeared. ——————— @Dragonheir Far away, in a broken land, a king looked over a broken people. A broken people… each a part of him. Or they were. Losing them had felt like dying over and over again. He looked down to the body closest him. She was the first. The one he unwittingly created. And the only one willing to take the next step. She was dead, now. Despite all his power. He should never have let her convince him to come out of hiding. He closed his eyes, but, like always, it did nothing to impede his sight. Standing up, he stumbled away near-drunkenly. He fought to forget the fields of death as he found his way to his rooms. He collapsed onto the ground, then. And he almost didn’t notice when the figure walked in front of him. The Devourer. ”I am sorry, my liege. But it had to be done. I… I am sorry.” The king squeezed his eyes shut yet again as tears found their way from them. “Go away. Just… go.” The Devourer instantly complied. As he had always. After some time, the king uncurled from the fetal position he had taken. He stood, and, as he had so many times so many years ago, walked away. Omal the Eternal King was king no more.

Do you think it was distinct for Honor though? The storm was of them, part of them. The power of Honor does not try to differentiate.

*cough* *pointedly does not look at the PFP cult*

Mmhmm My character has a mech employing both Nullite and Mordite. But Disregard that.

I AM A MOBILE USER, THANK YOU VERY MUCH

Tim was babbling. Tim gently reminded Cricket (using his fist) that there was no stopping itirSp.

He teleported to you.