Through the Living Wrath

He didn’t reply.

And you know it, don’t you? The light resolved into the form of a golden, glowing wolf.

Does it matter? Do. You. FEEL IT?

Scol stared into your eyes, a slightly frantic, insane look in his own, reptilian eyes. hes security, btw

I… can speak in a language you understand. A dreadful fear entered Andra, a paranoia, a frantic urge to hide, to plot. The light started to resolve into a figure. ”Any and all judgement, for I am the Judge, Consort of Aeia.” He raised the sword higher.

Do it! BURN HIM! *gets gasoline*

It is you who lies. Do you not feel it, permeating your body? The fear, worming its way into your every thought, seeping into your very soul? Does it not command your actions? Compel your body?

Aaaahhh Scol looked over the crowd as they spoke to each other, licking his bloodied lips and smelling the many types of hybrids.

I am your deity, fool. The light continued to grow, but the figure did not notice.

Hey! Lizard! I also lizard! But kinda uuuhhh silly

…what the heck did I miss? @Clinically insane

*appears from behind van* Shhhhh No more noise out of you. *points a weapon at you*

Soory! crap i had a plot all planned out crap well NEW PLOT! He fell down a hole, falling farther than was safe. The walls of the tunnel crumbled away, turning to dirt and then to nothingness, a dark fog that caused a slight tingling on his skin. He slowed before slamming into the ground, unharmed. A roar sounded from behind him. Pyk nodded, contemplating. “I think… I think I have a way to slightly reverse the effect of her cancellation - I’ll still be useless at an offense, but at least I won’t just be at her mercy.” He grimaced, then consulted his AI, then nodded. “Okay. It should be enacted.” He put on his armor, then looked to Asher. “I’m ready.”

He sees Rage about to attack Felicity and Aela, sword raised. Mabye he should help. ”I must be aloof from the worries of the people, in order to dispense the purest judgment possible.” @Spark of Hope The power pulsed within her, pushing for… attack? It pushed to be used, to twist the Threads that made up the world. @Argenti I am not sure of that. You must find them, I think. But that shouldn’t be difficult, I think. The crown glowed an abrasive golden light, piercing through the winds and illuminating his way. @IcedOutPenguin A voice pierced the fog. Who… are you? A cloaked figure stepped from the darkness, and behind the figure, a small golden light began to glow.

I know there are two Spirits of in this hurricane… “My eye is blind to the pleading of the masses, as justice must be.”

He has Mordite on his sword. Pyk nodded.

He seemed to be moving closer to another Spirit - this one recognizable as Felicity. @Through The Living Glass @Spark of Hope

The man disappeared, though you could sense that he was moving away from you.

Pyk stared at Cade warily, but took his hand off the sheath of his sword, and brought it out stiffly, offering a handshake. Just saying pyk could tooootally have beat Cade

I am the dark. The tree is felled with the blow, and a few branches wink out of existence. “The burden. A burden only I can carry. I, the Judge, whose verdict is as Eternal as the King.”

I sleep soon. Pyk nodded, gripping his sword, and sheathing it. He hadn’t known he had drawn it.

He lands, the impact breaking the ground below him, cracks running around under him. A flash of extra pin ran through him, but nothing else. What did I tell you?