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SpiritOfWrath

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  1. I bring some vegan ham to the table, as well as salmon. Looking out for em pescatarians, ya know?
  2. Granted, it’s spren hates you and manages to change shape purely to harm you. I wish for a non hateful shardblade.
  3. Grazi! *cough* == === == == ==== == ===== ======= ========= ========= ========= ========= ======
  4. Tenth peered at them, noticing that they turned charcoal black at the bottom.
  5. Can IIIII have some?
  6. Tenth did so, attempting to enter his dreamscape.
  7. Shayd shivered, then laughed. “Well, Talaman, the one controlling me, was the equivalent of a demon in my people’s mythology. We even swear by him… “chains” refers to his control.”
  8. Granted, you get it by stealing many many souls. I wish for Nightblood.
  9. @Koloss17 Thanks!
  10. Bakhado stared at him calmly. “I wonder. What spren did you bond for that Blade? Did you bond one, or did you take its corpse?”
  11. The Scribe huffed, and a swarm of eldritch squirrels appeared. Nahhh, I’m just saying I’ve rushed the plot a wee bit… Also, Wriulin is tied for my second most powerful character ever, the most powerful being a deity. But your character has a unique ability to… *cough* kill him. Wriulin turned to his people. “Do not fear, my followers. You have asked for an independent future, and I have graciously given it to you.” One of the unpowered rose their voice. “Our situation is worse! You promised us a society, and now we have nothing!” Wriulin stared at the outspoken person, and a charcoal black Strand snapped forward from him and towards them, slicing them in half. “We can rebuild. We will rebuild.” Tenth nodded, grave. The Notblade hummed to Bacon from Bat’s hand.
  12. The Scribe somehow transmitted a huff through the note. Its writing changed. The illusion should have scared it away! It appeals to all six senses! I don’t care what the voice of reasoning says. He returned it.
  13. Shayd hesitated. “Chains… you took that well. No freaking out.”
  14. Another note fluttered down, this time with tiny bird wings. Why, it resisted my perfect illusions! The Notblade shouldn’t have that happen to it!
  15. Shayd looked into the beast eyes of the bird. “I just came out of years and years of forced servitude in which I was made to kill people I loved.”
  16. The Scribe Narrated this protection away, and inserted the conscience of an eldritch monster not-spirit. The note read as such: This squirrel needs to pay.
  17. *huff* I have class. Ten days. Duel to death by billiard balls. *visions of Beyonders*
  18. “Okay.” Shayd looked down, uncomfortable. He wasn’t really used to interaction.
  19. The Scribe huffed, and a new spirit possessed the squirrel. A little note in a parachute floated down to Tam.
  20. The Scribe was mad that the squirrel was able to see through the flawless illusion, so he returned the spirit. Pyk walked up to one man in particular, the source of the argument. “WRIULIN! What have you done?” Wriulin turned to him. “I’ve fulfilled my destiny.” He laughed. “No. That implies that it was always mine. That I was afforded it. No, I took this destiny.” As he said this, a battle was playing out behind them. Unpowered people fought against those with Strands, and some fled the scene. The ones with Strands encased those they fought against, and brought them to work. One of the fleeing unpowered people was carrying a small tablet. Wriulin addressed Pyk. “This is my nation. My… Hasratha.” Hasratha is the name of the nation… Also, this technically should be some few millennia ahead.
  21. ? ? ? ? Good luck at work I guess.
  22. Traitor! Execution at DAWN!
  23. Dint was oblivious. He and Pyk walked over to the disputing people. Pyk’s face seemed to get grimmer and grimmer the more he heard from the survivors. Tenth shrugged, and hesitated. Maybe? I don’t really know what it is… if I could study it… perhaps…
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