Battle Hymn of the Republic

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 ...

"Kya!" yipped Curie as her whole form erupted at the contact. The tip of Willow's finger bounced, repulsed by the forces that manifested the small sprite. Disrupted, Curie undulated and quivered before her rippling body returned to her pixie form.

A ghostly, electric tingle was working through ...

"I'm also here!" Curie's metallic voice hummed as she floated off Willow's head. Her lattices tumbled up and down, before eying Ghyslain, who was pawwing up at her. She fired a forceful blast at his hand, which only seemed to encourage him.

Noble trotted back to give Willow space to swing, before ...

"A bold strategy," was Noble's rating, pressing his chin between his finger and thumb. Smart, having knocked her sister off, had worked her way up to the Captain's shoulder and began mimicking his thoughtful mannerisms, "ah, you think so too?"

Smart was shocked still, reddening at the attention ...

A picture of Noble entered Willow's mind, the staff helping guide the Allomancer in doing what took summoners many years to learn. Drysi had explained to her once that summoners '3D printed creatures with their minds', and it was visceral. She could feel her thoughts trace every bronzed feature of ...

A light burst forth above Willow's head, like a halo, as she bore down upon the Lake God. He fell back, nearly tumbling over his chair. The rest of the pantheon of forest gods began whispering loudly among themselves.

"Brought to this world?"

"She serves a higher power?"

"Divinity? Is she an ...

A certain anxiety arose in Drysi's chest every time Mr. Flynn strode up to someone's door. There had to be a moment at some point where they'd catch him out--find out he wasn't he said he was. By the fifth house, she began to settle, almost sold on this story that Ruarc spun. If she believed well ...

Feverous calculations in Drysi's mind had worked up an appetite in her stomach. While watching the world go by, she nipped at an apple, picking out the seeds to throw them out the window and gobbled down the core when done. She was working on the crisp flesh of a second when she had stepped out of ...