Through the Living Wrath

“I am guessing at the order behind the Chaos. I am guessing why you people appeared to me, sent by Chaos. And I am guessing what possible purpose you could serve.” “I do not serve chaos, for that brings death. I merely try to take advantage of it.” ”It’s an old title. The most relevant thing is my saving of a man known as the Tyrant.”

“No, not an Agent of Chaos, whatever that is. The tides of Chaos. Surely you must have seen the flames?” His door opened, and he was brought among the others. The woman looked around, counting. “I believe there is one left.”

The woman overseeing the guards watched him, amused. “I am known as the Healer. I am doing this because of a whole load of guesswork.”

“You people,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Brought to me by the tides of chaos.”

“I am not fond of repeating myself, so we shall wait until all the Branded have arrived.” She placed a strange emphasis on the word, as if it were a title.

“You will not be getting out of here, I’m afraid. Unless it’s through me.” A woman, taller than the dwarves, stepped into the hallway, inspecting the prisoners as they exited their cells. “I have a task for you. Perform well, and I might just let you out.”

Not even light can escape a black holes, man. No explosion.

He finds them gone! A guard pulls him out of the cell, bringing him in line with @TwinStorm and @Spark of Hope

That’s kind of difficult, as he’s in a cell.

He does indeed.

I think Anti-Light has long been the mechanic behind splintering, or any diminishing of power in a shard. If a Shard goes against their intent, it might create a small mote of Anti-Light, barely (if at all) noticeable. But if they are under direct attack, violated in a way that forces them to counter their Intent, Anti-Light is formed, and it hurts them deeply. Like - Ambition immediately being attacked by Odium might have violated the Intent, and Odium used that against Ambition. This is a stretch, but I’ve been thinking that Odium’s immediate attack would have made him a better candidate in the eyes of the power than the actual Vessel. Then when Honour and Odium clashed, Odium was always quick to goad him into direct confrontation, even though he had promised not to. I know I’m stretching - but this theory really comes from Newton’s first law. Put simply, the important part is, “an object in motion stays in motion.” To stop something, to stop its movement, you need to present force and energy directly counter to its movement. I think it’s similar here - to uninvest something, no matter the means, it’s presenting investiture directly counter to the original. This, I think, is reinforced by how easily the scientists switched their machine from investiture to anti-investiture (calling it Negative Investiture - and I made sure to check that it was in fact Anti investiture, I think they mention that like… a few time? Dunno), suggesting a fluidity that would support this.

The guards looked to him, amused. “Fancy words.”

He was pulled out by a guard, gruffly swearing at him with an unfamiliar word. The Dwarvern prisoner was quiet, then spoke again. “Sorry, friend. But when the Healer wants you to do something, you do it.” One of the guards banged on the cell door, and the dwarf was quiet. You did notice the short stature of these guards, but they were almost unnaturally strong. The guards pushed her towards the others. “Goodbye,” coming from the other cell.

Before she could reply… *something happened* @CoderDrag0n8 @Argenti @Spark of Hope @Kaladin Stormcursed @TwinStorm @Just A Silvereye Anyone looking out their cells could see a line of guards letting out the prisoners with brands one by one, forcing them into a line.

“No, they were never under the Tyrants power. Some people believe they were what become of the Render’s power.”

“Conquerors. Killers. Almost worse than the Dwarves.”

“Yes, though I wouldn’t be surprised if the Gorin were the ones to deliver you.”

“Who knows? The Tyrant tried hard to crush the myths.” ”Maybe. Maybe not. The Tyrant himself wasn’t able to escape her manipulations.”

You can hear the conversations of the others.

“Oh, the Healer won’t kill you. You’ll just wish she did.”

Teshan follows, amused. “Are we ready? Now, if we get swarmed, I can perform a mass plague purge, but it will be tiring, and my bond with my patron is strained right now.” He looked down. “