Through the Living Wrath

What’s to stop us from throwing the black hole into the SR?

Your Honor, Alistair of House Imperiato, I thank you for this gracious offer. We accept, grateful to offer Archibald as a Vassal. Yours Truly, The Lennox Family P.S. Our daughter, Wubentu, would love a poodle.

It melted in her hand, sensing her intent. Dispersing, it challenged all who sought to control it. @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Through The Living Glass @Wierdo (If he doesn’t respond [He hasn’t checked on in a while], we’ll move on) Intellect bowed, and saw the Eternal King. He hugged the frozen figure, clinging to it as he would a lifeline. His face was set as stone, and he kneeled as the figure crumbled away. His decisions hurt people, he knew. But… he saw. It helped him to see. Standing, he looked away from the others, fading into a grey figure. ”I see now.”

My stomach is unaffected. I am the Spirit of Strange, the Spirit of Ends, the Spirit of Changes. I am itirSp. You cannot harm me.

Imperiato Family, I write you, in a position of destitution, in an effort to pawn some ruby red shoes, since I hear from ma’ neighbor that yum got a prety good hold on trade en’stuff. Ma daughter grew out of tha shoes, an’ they wer real bad with blistahs en’stuf, so we need tah sell’em. But we wanna little dog, too. The Humble Peasant, Archibald Lennox

Esteemed Government, I regret to inform you that a dragon flew over the land you referred to just yesterday, bathing it in flame. In fact, our home was destroyed in the ensuing disaster. I believe we are owed some sort of compensation! Enclosed with this letter is a contract that needs some sort of official signature that would grant permission for federal grants. We would also like a little dog too. Mildly Irritated (And Burnt) Archibald Lennox P.S. Is there some sort of affixing pawning service for strangely shaped gemstones? These ones don’t fit anymore.

This didn’t include the tigers.

“The smartest people know they are the smartest” - Sun Tzu, Art of War

Dear The Lopen, I had to get the bone from somewhere! Just tell whoever’s fixing up your home to absolutely under no conditions go into the basement. It’s a bit gruesome. I Think It’ll Take Some Time To Travel To Roshar, The Soonish to be Homed Vampire

Dear The Lopen I receive you offer with much gratitude! I promise not to drink no blood or nothing! Your One-Armed Fellow, The Homeless Vampire P.S. I realize the wording of the above statement is slightly scary. To make it clearer, I promise not to drink any blood.

Esteemed Government, I write you this petition in an effort to make you see sense! I, Archibald Lennox am a proud descendent of Barkface Lennox, the first farmer to ever exist. Do you know how difficult it is to farm on such a small island? I submit this petition to ask for major landfill projects to open up space do my crops. Hoping for Help Here, Archibald Lennox @Spark of Hope @IcedOutPenguin

The Roleplay is up! You should rp there. Seeee???? Altho imma reply to that rq Dearest Guy Who Was In The ER I give you warmest welcomes! By the by, I’m now in the market for a home! Do you happen to know anyone I can talk to that won’t run in fear? Know Any One Armed Jokes?, The Homeless Vampire

harmless thingamajigathings of confetti animals!

Far away, on a Island off the coast of Rhode Island, was a land of fantasy, about 30 miles across. It was also a land of beasts. Dragons, vampires, and more! But very backward technologywise. START! @IcedOutPenguin @Spark of Hope @CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @mippo

@CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye

Thank you. She knew that she needed to take the crown.

So I am happy! They

I agree. “Greetings, mortal.”

THE DUMB DISS? OF COURSE THEY DO, don’t they.

It stumbled, and fell to the ground in pieces. She could hear faint cheering, but it was far away. A door opened to the left.

It is your choice.

The third rushed.

He has never truly lived. I wish to give him this chance. You may use your power, to save him. Give him a life.

Mirth paused, then showed her. Her mind opened to a scene, a man. Undying, watching the world pass before him. Inwardly calling himself the Constant, he cursed Aeia for his immortality. He watched loved ones pass before him, wither, die, as he was helpless to save them. And then he was visited by divinity. Aeia, in her glory, established him of king of a sovereign nation, expanded his power. He ran. He ventured to go as far from his new people as possible. And his unlife continued. He refused to minister to his people, let them wither in confusion. As time passed, he allowed himself to take students. Teach people under him, bring them the wisdom afforded him by his many years. And they died. All of them. Another scene, concrete. The man, the Eternal King, weeping over the bodies of his pupils. And then they wept with him. He looked to his once-students with horror and confusion as they rose, wounds healing and returning to life. Again, he ran. He returned to his people, ministering to them. And as more and more of them reached his immortality, they told him of certain truths. They could feel him. Feel his emotions, hear his thoughts. And so he grew cold. He pushed emotion away, not wishing to betray himself to his subjects. He ruled benevolently, but his heart was a distant thing. Finally, the Rending. The world was torn asunder, and he was thrown, by some force, into a rift. He lost consciousness, and when he returned, he had lost his memory. His name became Intellect.