Battle Hymn of the Republic

Drysi stared for much longer than she should have. She looked like whatever data was needed in her brain was still loading. In truth, she was still digesting what pitch Gideon was giving her.

"Hi!" she erupted in a bubbly manner, coming up to one foot as if to cheer the woman on for opening the ...

"Vengeance."

A powerful gust blew through wide glade once Willow got her feet on top of the ridge. Horst tightened his grip on a spear as the tree at the center began to move. Boughs began to split apart, revealing the uncoiling frame of a feminine figure in the wood.

"One by one, I watched ...

"Gift? You mean offering," were Horst's first words in a day or so. He massaged his throat in an attempt to find his voice, "Anything can be offering, if you believe it will wake Vengeance. Folder probably would've done it, but we'll never know now."

Manon tried not to show it, but Horst's presence ...

"Heart of she," cooed Vengeance, not looking at Willow in the eyes, but at where her heart would be, "Heart of mine ."

A terrible pain wracked the Allomancer's chest, as Vengeance tried to press her hands into flesh. Her jade colored digits dug in without drawing blood, and there came the alien ...

A few times since she had arrived in this strange land, Willow had accidentally communed with Manon more than she'd probably admit. There, in the Elementalia, Manon was a creature of divinity and therefore plugged into the soul circuitry of the world. Laoise had even hinted that Percival could be ...

"Fascinating," answered Manon, breathlessly, before they were whisked away.

Eryl's three eyes tensed as Willow spoke, wincing from a pain that only memories could inflict. Black hair whipped sharply as she caught sight of a wraith coming close. Her hand snapped up and a small charge of energy ...

As Willow contemplated testing her magicks on Manon, the clown got a thin, vulpine smile on her face. There was something in the thought had stirred her, and she began to bounce on her toes, as if readying herself. At the apex of one bounce, she was tugged at Willow with instant force, but it ...

Each pebble landed at the bottom of Willow's stomach as if they had landed upon a bed of sand, striking a different plane of existence in her body. The heavenstone filled her with a sense of warmth, radiating from inside her like a roaring herarth. The purgusite, though, tasted and felt as oily as ...

Eryl's mouth flattened, pinning away some comment. She had seen many Hexer teams for the last time, with the same faces, and the same hope. A hand curled over her chest, hiding away another dark thought that strengthened her resolve.

"One more thing," Creative, as the little Caxton, "Bjorn is ready ...

A small smirk spread on Creative's face, and his lips moved to speak. The words, like Smart, failed to produce, and so his odinkine form melted away into that of the Patron. A diminutive form of Mr. Caxton looked back up at her with those dull, green eyes.

"It is a weakness in the Patron's power ...