Through the Living Wrath

He is launched forwards, a purple mist surrounding him. He slides across the ground quickly.

It was repelled away from the very vulnerable hand.

It was, put simply, the best balanced blade she had ever used.

His armor appeared around him - it had two buttons on one of the gloves. The door disappeared behind him, as well as his teammates.

It felt well balanced - in fact, as he swung it, the balance changed to a zone he was more comfortable with. It felt relatively light, with good balance. As he walks through the doorway, it disappears, as well as the others. His suit appears around him, small buttons on the glove.

Upon her passing, her vision shifted, and the door behind her disappeared. She was alone, but her weapon floated before her. His vision shifted, and the door behind him disappeared, his weapon appearing. It floated in front of him.

“Please pass through the Doorway. Your weapons will be delivered to you upon arrival.”

His choice, though it had to load for some time, was cemented. The voice rang cheerily. “Now contestants, enter the arena.” It said this with a hushed tone. Their chains unlocked, and the door opened to an empty arena. CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye

@TwinStorm

Same! And I’ve yet to play the character I decided I would play while I was still alive.

There is none, but his weapon is selected. The problem doesn’t actually come from that, it comes from the Brands, so there. @TwinStorm, did you choose yet?

Person made of fire Stick + Shallan

The system seemed confused for a time, but then processed the request. The system barely seemed to be able to profile him. It loads for a time, but seems to work it out. The system has trouble, but it goes through.

It’s a digital display - he doesn’t get it just yet. However, his choice was logged.

They come in pairs - but you can use it with only one.

The wall lights up as a cheery voice fills the room. “Greetings, contestants! Let me lay the deal for you.” The light on the wall resolved to an image of an arena, panning out. ”We have a special week planned out! With this week comes the arrival of a secret shadow group known simply as ‘the Branded,’ donated to us by an anonymous benefactor of our semi-legal games!” It shows an obviously fake picture of them. ”These contestants will work their way through a series of battles, before those that remain will face against another who was donated… the Husk, as they are called.” The voice drones on, but eventually said simply: “Choose a weapon!” A selection of weapons appeared on the screen, including a crystal blade, a greathammer, a pair of daggers - wickedly curved, and a special looking suit. “Your fingerprint will be stored for your selection.” @CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye

Nope! No sir! In fact, he is sitting on a ground of fine sand. Or, that’s what it looks to be.

He found one, but he isn’t able to force it with his own strength. They could faintly hear shouting outside the door. There is a panel on one side of the wall, with a small power button. There is a weak link, but she isn’t able to break it. There is a weak link, but he isn’t able to break it.

“I do not know, but I do know that the Chaos is a river of flame…” ”Same here… the Tyrant, in the view of the public, was the mad god-king of both the Elves and the Dwarves. But then… he disappeared. Vanished.” She straightened, surveying them as she composed herself. “No matter. I must locate him. In the meantime, you must prove yourselves.” @CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye Their vision faded to black, and they lost consciousness. They awoke, chained, in a dark room. There was an imposing door on one side.

The Healer sighed, looking intently through the - upon inspection - fake window. The landscape was strange, bright without a star, white skies without clouds.

“That friend was once known as the Judge. He wielded a blade sheathed in lightning.” She closed her eyes. “But you know him as the Tyrant.” @Spark of Hope