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Through the Living Wrath

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  1. Berin, hearing a roar, immediately stopped rowing. He took one of his protein bars and chucked it out as far from him as possible, in the direction of the shore where *Murr* was, in an effort to distract the beast. He should have known that they wouldn’t let him off easy.
  2. Till broke into the home, finding an aged man who had clearly seen many years more than Tull. ”Ten years ago, you started a rumor. You told your closest friends, and they told their’s, and it reached me. Now I would like to know. What were the foundations of that rumor?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” ”Think. You told of a blade capable of bending chance against its victims. A powerful weapon. I will give you five seconds to talk. One. Two. Thr-“ ”I don’t know anything!” The man said this hurriedly. “I heard of it in that castle over there. I heard a rumor of a blade of that caliber while in employ there. You would have better luck searching there.” Tull nodded. “Thank you for your cooperation.” He left without another word.
  3. Ok. I think instead of a character having one, I’ll have one of my new characters based on their search for a runour of a rumour of a powerful weapon (which will be Plot Twists) Tull licked his lips. He had come from the village in search for the man who started the rumor. He was close now. He could smell it.
  4. “I might place a hole in the top of the wagon so I can quickly warn you all when I see something. Or someone.” Dint took out an arrow, using it to attempt to punch a hole through the top. He pulls a special mixture he had prepared from his herb belt, and gets ready to down some.
  5. The spoiler zone is always recent, but it has spoilers, and then the cosmere section is active but non spoilery Right now the most active would be the community sections, cuz a big RP event just started. (I am so knowledgeable now. After 20 days, my account has grown in power.)
  6. You forgot the most important question. Do you want a cookie? If you answer yes, I will summon strmblsd. (this is jokingly) But which is your favorite radiant order?
  7. The delver buzzes with excitement. Ten months later, (of course), I find it in a gutter snorting lunch meat. I sigh dramatically, and say, “Fine.” I begin to follow my Compass.
  8. Wowowow. So… I, of course, neeeeeed one. So here is an idea.
  9. Nobody nose who has it. That’s why I send my delver after it. I holds my hand out, and a delver materializes in front of me. “Find it”
  10. *rebarfs delver* I’ll have that back. *sends delver to the Bartle for The Sandwich*
  11. Thanks! *addresses the delver* now I have plans for you, little one.
  12. Huuuuuuuh? Can I has a delver, please?
  13. Berin heard the swords as he rowed away. They seemed to make the pain flash stronger. Berin grit his teeth and ignored them. He didn’t know what it was like to look into the eyes of his mother, his father, his friends… and see utter betrayal. He didn’t know what it was like to desperately stab the knife deeper into those who trusted him. To see everything in shades of survival, every off word a betrayal. He had killed them all. Even the nobleman who had taken him in, completely ignorant of his past. The nobleman never fully gained his trust. He had taken Berin in, and received death because of it. Berin gasped, filled by a sharp intake of breath. He clutched at his chest, the memories overwhelming, enough for him to forget the physical pain. Berin straightened, placing the memories in the darkest part of his brain, and rowing forwards until out of sight of shore.
  14. Berin sighs. He shouldn’t have expected anything much. He pockets the bars, then shambles to the kayak, keeping his eyes on the others. Once in the kayak, he rows outwards, in a direction diagonal between *Murr* and the shore.
  15. Now that there was nothing blocking the wounds, the boar began to bleed profusely.
  16. “Where I come from, honor gets you killed. It’s not whether or not you are a good fighter, but rather a question of who has the will to survive.” He says these words, but also feels an emotion. One he hadn’t felt in such a long, long time. Regret.
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