SpiritOfWrath

It’s a digital display - he doesn’t get it just yet. However, his choice was logged.

They come in pairs - but you can use it with only one.

The wall lights up as a cheery voice fills the room. “Greetings, contestants! Let me lay the deal for you.” The light on the wall resolved to an image of an arena, panning out. ”We have a special week planned out! With this week comes the arrival of a secret shadow group known simply as ‘the Branded,’ donated to us by an anonymous benefactor of our semi-legal games!” It shows an obviously fake picture of them. ”These contestants will work their way through a series of battles, before those that remain will face against another who was donated… the Husk, as they are called.” The voice drones on, but eventually said simply: “Choose a weapon!” A selection of weapons appeared on the screen, including a crystal blade, a greathammer, a pair of daggers - wickedly curved, and a special looking suit. “Your fingerprint will be stored for your selection.” @CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye

Nope! No sir! In fact, he is sitting on a ground of fine sand. Or, that’s what it looks to be.

He found one, but he isn’t able to force it with his own strength. They could faintly hear shouting outside the door. There is a panel on one side of the wall, with a small power button. There is a weak link, but she isn’t able to break it. There is a weak link, but he isn’t able to break it.

“I do not know, but I do know that the Chaos is a river of flame…” ”Same here… the Tyrant, in the view of the public, was the mad god-king of both the Elves and the Dwarves. But then… he disappeared. Vanished.” She straightened, surveying them as she composed herself. “No matter. I must locate him. In the meantime, you must prove yourselves.” @CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye Their vision faded to black, and they lost consciousness. They awoke, chained, in a dark room. There was an imposing door on one side.

The Healer sighed, looking intently through the - upon inspection - fake window. The landscape was strange, bright without a star, white skies without clouds.

“That friend was once known as the Judge. He wielded a blade sheathed in lightning.” She closed her eyes. “But you know him as the Tyrant.” @Spark of Hope

She seemed to be feeling guilty of something, but the Chaos was waiting for Silvereye to reply before moving on.

“You know not true gods. I wonder… at what time do we shed our immortality, and don godhood?” Her face was hallowed. “Does it come with the blood of the first innocent? Or can it only be achieved through…” - her face turned towards a snarl - “‘teamwork.’” @Spark of Hope She didn’t answer, but instead turned away, approaching a window adorned with myriad plants. As she did so, the plants started to wither, some of them turning to crystal.

“It does indeed.” She was shaken - but she seemed to understand something. “We are going to have to pay a friend a visit.” She grimaced, muttering under her breath. “Truly, gods do not die.”

It was a blade set onto a bolt of lightning. This sort of bolt:️

She nodded, then noticed @Just A Silvereye’s brand. She gasped, completely off balance as she regarded it.

He looks into the Healer’s mirror, seeing a brand of an image of Flame. ”Hhhmmm… you and the bandanna’d one. Interesting.”

She looked down, the looked at the others expectantly.

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? What…” She frowned, then looked at the crown brand. ”Why would that be useful?”

“I don’t know either!”

“Look:”

The Chaos was indeed annoyed with you, so it began to embellish. A dollar sign appeared, as well as a feather. The Healer frowned. “Woah. It’s shifting.”

“Interesting… Are you sure?” There appeared a ring stars round the eagle. So there.