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  1. Through the Living Wrath
    Bold of you to assume I’m on the ground. And yes, I am forgetting it. Wrath wearily watched the ground as it changed texture. He set it aflame, then launched upwards. He sliced the air with his Blade that was not a Blade, then held his breath as it turned toxic. I said Tull knew how to use the blades, but Wrath was taught by the creator. (Not Plot… hehe)
  2. Through the Living Wrath
    Hey hey hey don’t die. Onyx wouldn’t allow that, right? Wrath slowed as he saw the man deter. He leaped away.
  3. Through the Living Wrath
    Wrath snarled, then had an idea. Perhaps it would deter the stranger. He focused, separating the components of the air, then lit the oxygen, using the explosion to revitalize himself as well as launch away.
  4. Through the Living Wrath
    Wrath launched towards Erif, and Erif could see his skin was falling away, though knitting back quickly. Wrath screamed, and channeled as much of Rage’s as possible. Fire leapt up before him, and he pushed himself away from the man with wind.
  5. Through the Living Wrath
    It didn’t work. The contraption was made of an aluminum alloy. Wrath dodged away. He had only once before come so close to dying.
  6. Through the Living Wrath
    Wrath frowned as the structure supporting the flame in his chest was ripped away. Crap. You need to leave. Wrath leaped away, feeling his strength leave him with each magical exertion. He gasped, and stabbed the ground next to him with the Blade that was not a Blade, then dug quickly to find the contraption buried there. He placed it within him, breathing easier. I guess ignorance isn’t always bliss. Oh well. It is not him you have to fight, child. Madness grinned from afar, then pushed power into the Archstone, tainting the Plot. Subversion’s blade disappeared, and a multitude of people appeared before her, each telling her where to go. Each pushing her, each with a different mind offering different information. The pain returned.
  7. Through the Living Wrath
    The coins bounced harmlessly off his metal armor, and the metal core supporting the flame in his chest.
  8. Through the Living Wrath
    The Baron of Wrath snarled. He called upon the winds, pushing the man away from him. He grasped the Blades which were not Blades, then called upon the… extra… power afforded him by the Archstone to reforge them into their purest form, removing the alien influence. He slammed them together, forming one pure Blade.
  9. Through the Living Wrath
    Hey! No narrator! Unless you want to be subject to Madness of course. Tull was shaking on the ground. ————— Wrath fell from the sky, chest alight with fire. He stared at the people surrounding Tull. “Stand back. This is not your fight.” Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that pesky Narrator. You just take care of the fodder. Madness said. He could see her wave her hand, and he felt her Connect to the Narrator. He grinned. He knew what came next for her. Insanity. The loss of control. The same that was happening to the thief. He grabbed the two Plotblades that were not Plotblades. Ah. It feels good to have them back in the grasp of the Archstone. Glass, I’ll kindly ask you to be quiet about Madness and the Archstone.
  10. Through the Living Wrath
    The Baron of Wrath was close. His prey was prone, and he would soon have his gift back.
  11. Through the Living Wrath
    But I need to. Again, the voice was his… nearly. ”I must. This thing is too dangerous for you all to confront.” Tull twisted, and he disappeared, bringing his swords with him. As soon as he arrived to his destination, though, he was again prone, screaming in pain. anyone who wants can say they at the last minute grabbed me and were transported as well. I’ll need it.
  12. Through the Living Wrath
    Tull took it, absently munching on it. I need to leave. The voice was his… but different. ”I need to leave.” He stood, and left.
  13. Through the Living Wrath
    Tull could hear the thoughts, but they washed over him. He existed in a state of torture, and couldn’t gather his mind enough to Narrate it away. They funny thing with bending the world to your will is that you need a mind to do it. The voice left him, and he returned to reality. ”Someone’s mad at me.”
  14. Through the Living Wrath
    Are y’all gonna ignore me screaming in pain right next to you?
  15. Through the Living Wrath
    “You’re breaking in, are you? Then let us just tag along.”
  16. Through the Living Wrath
    Mesti gave a grin. “Good. You’re cooperating. Now how would you like a share in the treasure? We need authorization to break in, you see.”
  17. Through the Living Wrath
    I raise the Sandwich to my mouth, prepared to win.
  18. Through the Living Wrath
    Mesti jumped, attacking the worker. He brought a fist upon his head. @UndiagnosedCrazyBoy
  19. Through the Living Wrath
    Eh I think I killed off my name character too fast. Imma give him his namesake’s powers. The Baron of Wrath came too, confused. Where was he? As his eyes cleared, he could see a small dungeon. But he was dying. The cavity in his chest where he kept his flame had gone out. A small vent of air was in one corner. He approached the vent, feeling the air blow against him as his wounds reknit. Wrath. You need to escape. My gift to you has been taken, and you must get it back. Wrath gave a grim smile, and stayed at the vent. He lit a small cloth on fire, then used it to rekindle the flame inside his chest, then started feeding it oxygen. He sighed as the smoke rose, pushing the air and creating wind. Using this new vitality, he created a large wall of wind on the bars of the prison. He smiled as they melted. Exiting the cell, he bathed his surroundings in flames, then used his wind to launch himself the corridors as he opened a parachute-like cloth on his armor. Where is it? Wrath asked. It is in the mountains not far from here. Wrath leaped, using the air to throw himself, getting closer and closer to his mark with every leap. —————— Tull screamed in agony as his head exploded with pain. He saw a woman, in simple clothing, in the corner of his eyes. You took something of mine, and I WOULD LIKE IT BACK. The woman flicked a wrist, and Tull found himself somewhere else, in incessant pain. —————— Jilu watched Tull’s outburst, watched him fall to his knees and begin to convulse. She ran over shaking his shoulder, but it was of no use.
  20. Through the Living Wrath
    “Who are you?” Tull asked.
  21. Through the Living Wrath
    It was fun, though. But why is it FLUCTUATING? That’s not consistent. He glanced at Gail. Fine. You win. But stop interfering with me. “Thanks for the tea.”
  22. Through the Living Wrath
    “Powers earned? And what makes you think she hasn’t earned these powers, yes? One pushed down her entire life by a rival, told she was worthless. One worthy of Qodi’s respect. Yes, I think it is about time that she had the ability to make a difference. A difference, I believe for the better.” Tull waved his hand, giving her powers back. He inspected Benevolence, seeing what had happened to it.
  23. Through the Living Wrath
    “Yep! A real jerk was trying to stop me, though. Honestly, what kind of person would try to stop an act of charity? You’re Mistborn now! Ask Erif or Shoe about it.”
  24. Through the Living Wrath
    Tull glared, hearing the thought. Oh really? “Hang on. Getting some interference.” Tull Narrated the lead away, then pulled Benevolent and stabbed Gail, then gave her a small slap, Snapping her powers. “I had to do it the long way, sorry.”
  25. Through the Living Wrath
    Just ask Shoe. He said. Yes, it gives you powers. He took a bead out, eating and swallowing. He opens his mouth to show he had swallowed.
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