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Through the Living Wrath

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  1. the dog died, fulfilling the
  2. *tries to think of a clue that won’t give it away* 4. This person has no supernatural abilities.
  3. “No. I won’t apologize. I, ya know, kinda ended ‘bending knee’ a whiiiiile ago.” He hesitated. “Hold for a second.” Sain disappeared, and after a short time, a figure appeared. One in sleek mech armor. The mech had a sword at its side, the sword sheathed. For now. It had a powerful jet on its back, and the plating was seamless. And finally, the helmet. It was a simple thing, but… the simplicity wasn’t what one thought when they thought helmet. There was no visor, see. Nothing to see out of. A voice bolted out of the mech. {Yep! Here we go. Now, can we talk? You know, now that you cannot threaten me.} The suit gave a distinct feeling of being immune to Narration. @OOKLA the strange Pyk’s suit disappeared. Well, really, a pale man crawled inside, but same difference. “Sorry! Mission for The Scribe!” @Ookla the Cookie Collector
  4. Before he can punch him, Sain’s Strands zip forwards and block the blow. The shackles disappear, and Sain stays there. “Do you know what a Narrator is? But that was fun, let’s do it again! Good thing you didn’t kill me, or my zombie would have totally killed you! Can’t hold back my Strands if I’m dead!” He unsheathed the Notblade, and, if unblocked by Narration, the Notblade would have caused immense pain within him. Sain’s Strands buzzed around in agitation at being held back. “Now, can we be somewhat civil? Yes you are very powerful. So am I! Honestly, I kinda want Madness to get her powers back to teach you not to mess with the Scribe.” Sain stood there laughing for a bit. “Also, if you did manage to kill me, I believe the Scribe would just bring me back to life after you die.”
  5. I need no rest. And the heat does not destroy it. Heat does nothing. All light does, though, is make it so I cannot create the Shadows, or recall them.
  6. Tull nodded. “Thank you.” Tenth picked up the shard. In its purest form… the Adari is a blue purple crystal…
  7. 3 days. Thou best not forget, or thou forfeits.
  8. Hahahahahaha Reread the second question, and say it aloud. “Dessert” != “Desert” I would personally eat the island. Wrong! How am I supposed to kno- oh wait NOOOOO
  9. “I wouldn’t mind a quest either… a purpose.” Tenth frowned. There was a golden shard in the figure’s pocket, and it seemed… agitated. No… this is… this was one of my coworkers. Greatly changed… but this does signify that something is here.
  10. @Ookla the Inconclusive I’m going to ask you seeming nonsense that has a method to its Madness. What is your opinion on Radiant the Lopen? If you were stranded on a dessert island with only a feather and a brick, which would you eat first? What is your favorite color? Can you count to three, no more, no less, then lob the holy hand grenade? What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
  11. IM JELLY AS WELL I WAIT 19 DAYS
  12. “Well Tull can do something for you? I believe laws can introduce mercy, yes? I know that a quest for Onyx would make a quite interesting plot.” Tull nodded. “I agree to those terms.” (To Scribe) The room was desecrated, a mess of slices in the ground, papers all over. A slightly pale figure stepped into the room, completely bald and with slightly enlarged pupils. The figure screeched, and a mess of Strands burst towards them.
  13. I LOVE WoR IT IS MY FAVORITE BOOK Period.
  14. *wonders where my soul goes if I die in the Dreamscape*
  15. GREAT GRANDSON! Do you want some sugar?
  16. Tull nodded. A voice appeared. “So you want Madness to back off for a bit, hmm? Well, I have Madness on another plot line for a while, so I think that is doable. But I want you to promise to secure my permission in the future before you mess with my creations.”
  17. @Ookla the Wierdest GREAT GRANDSON! I have a… is it step-granddaughter? Sister of granddaughter?
  18. “I am not here because I am not alive. My shadows are formed from an energy that comes from me, and the reason they are shadows is because light blocks the way for it to enter the world.”
  19. I am tackled, and the stress gives me a heart attack. There, you killed me. Happy?
  20. Oh… oops I meant my. oop. *facepalm* Also, WHO?
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