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Huh. Guess we're sacrificing more people than just Star... Somebody else care to do the honors?

Im gonna go grab the altar. I already had more than enough murder weapons, so that part's covered.

Was Sleep Deprived Conure really that unhinged?

Huh. Why haven't we sacrificed Star to herself yet? I very like that idea.

Conure's Law would really just be stating the fact that Conure has a law.

Welp, it's almost midnight now. I probably shouldn't be awake, no matter how much time I want to spend on the Shard... Ah well. Good night!

Coder officially reads more into this than I can.

Honestly, I'm pretty sure I've seen that one too. Might be in a different thread though

Do you have any for somebody who has to stay up later than they should on an essay that they couldn't work on for several hours?

Yes, I meant the yuri. And also, yeah I can see your point there

There it is! I was wondering how long it would take for that

I assumed it was something like that

Well, of course not! Cheese isn't the meaning of life either, despite the fact that I quite like it Also, be warned, I'm too tired to form much coherent thought right now

Hmmm. I came back to the Shard to see 10 Notifications. What did I miss?

Ah! @GG0z has found the rabbit hole. Have fuuuuun!

Yes I did! I'm just trying to get a stable lead now.

Where there's a Coder, there's a way... To learn about ORV, I mean

A book I'm writing, nothing published yet.

Which would ultimately mean Star dies, so I'm in the clear! I have to go for a bit.

Alright, I'll head to your basement and find the demons, then!

Missed the bus... *sigh* Don't suppose there's a way to summon people through cult-like rituals?

(Singing): *I am stuck in my school building, about an hour after school ends.* Anyways, how are all of you guys doing?

Alright! Adapted from Chapter 2 in Draft 1: Chapter 4 “Tell me exactly,” Emerald said, “Why is he here?” Flix smiled kindly. “He hasn’t told us yet.” Sky explained, “He’s been waiting for you.” Emerald narrowed her eyes, before sitting down to let Flix speak. “Well then,” Flix cleared his throat. “Ashkeep is very intent on a specific mission. One about the Galeshards. “It’s a bit difficult to explain, and I can’t say I’ve had to say this to a group of children before.” He paused. “Have any of you three ever seen an island decay before?” Sky and Porter shook their heads. Emerald spoke. “Once. When I was very young.” Aia spoke up in Emerald’s mind. I’ve never heard about that. You’ll have to tell me about that sometime. Emerald nodded, but didn’t reply to her. Flix continued. “It has been a long term goal for Ashkeep to find out how to protect cities from falling to the Dead World below.” Sky spoke up now. “And your findings?” “Something connected to the Windstorms, damaging the Galeshards. It is something that we have yet to figure out how to prevent.” “It’s like the protective coating for the grapples,” Sky noted, “It helps a little, but only just delays it.” “Exactly!” Flix said excitedly, “Every Windstorm, the Galeshards wear down, just slightly.” “No way to prevent it?” Porter asked, sitting back in the corner of the room, hardly noticeable. “Not that we’ve found.” “And we’re supposed to find one.” Emerald folded her arms. “Not exactly. The Ashkeep Palace is trying to find a solution for that part. What we’ve all decided is that more important than finding a way to slow it down, is a way to repair the crystals themselves.” Porter paled. “That hasn’t been done by the most brilliant minds! Why… why us?” “Simple.” Flix said, “Brilliant minds aren’t considered brilliant until they make a breakthrough, not the other way around. We need as much help as we can get.” “And we’d get to go to Ashkeep?” Sky sounded eager. Flix froze. “No. I’m afraid you won’t be leaving Windspire.” Emerald already understood. “You’re recruiting us to save Windspire.” The only confirmation was a grim nod. Sky opened his mouth to speak, but Emerald interrupted. “What are you going to have us do?” Flix was silent for a moment, “We need you to investigate another island during a Windstorm.” Sky slammed his hands on his desk. “What?!” Ven almost became visible in response to the action, appearing for a moment as a blink of light. “Not because we don’t know,” Flix ignored Sky, “but because we need you to understand what happens. What it looks like. While you are there, try to figure out what you can.” Porter went pale. “And then?” “I wish I knew.” Flix said, “I can-” “Hold on,” Sky said, rising from his seat, “we’re just supposed to survive a Windstorm in the middle of nowhere?” Silence. “There are others I want to bring to your aid. Mostly Windcallers, to protect you inside the storm.” “How many?” “That, unfortunately, depends on how many are willing to volunteer. Windcallers can be difficult to work with.” “Why are they allowed to volunteer, while we are all just forced?” Emerald glared at Flix. “Because unlike the Windcallers, you are the only other people in Windspire who are qualified to help.” “So how many Windcallers are willing?” Flix froze, then reluctantly, spoke. “Just one.” “Bah!” Emerald threw her hands into the air. “It’s suicide!” “I’m afraid we don’t have any other choice!” “You’re just going to have us go to our deaths!” Flix started to respond, but Porter spoke first. “When do we have to go?” He was quiet. Flix took a deep breath, and spoke solemnly. “The next Windstorm happens in three days. We’re sending you out in three days.” The room fell silent. None of them dared say it. Worlds below! Two Windstorms so close? Emerald drew in a deep breath. Three days. As always, let me know what you think!

Depends who you're talking to and what story you're asking about

There are harder words to spell. Somehow, I am better at spelling 'Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis' from memory than I am at spelling 'Unfortunately'.