Assassin in Burgundy

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  1. Hello Sharders, As some of you already know, my minions are abroad. @Assassin in Turquoise and @Assassin in Teal have joined the Shardic brotherhood, and are coming to wreak vengeance and theories across the land of this forum. So, what do you do when confronted with a superior force of currently three people? The answer is simple. Join us! Simply ask and upon you we shall bestow you with a certain color that you will... I don't know... whatever we'll assign you a color. If you have a preference, put in your post asking to join us. Join us, and we may spare you from... I don't know, whatever we're eventually going to do.
  2. So i was reading one of the chapters with Zahel, and when he said "He half expected a voice to talk to him, but of course there wasn't. There hadn't been one in ages," (paraphrased), I first thought that he was a Radiant, but then i thought, could he actually be Vasher, and that voice be Nightblood? I haven't finished Warbreaker, but from reading a few posts, I've gotten the idea that Vasher left the planet. So, could Zahel be the Warbreaker? Please tell me if I'm right or just being stupid. Thanks!
  3. Jurdaan had never heard of skindancers, but he had never heard of a lot of things. He was never quite a normal child, and hadn't grown up surrounded by the fairy tales that plagued many children's imagination. People had stayed away from him due to his mental instability, but Jurdaan always knew he had been more than that. Simply put, he cracked under the stress of his own intelligence. And that was one trait that would surely help in these dangerous days.
  4. 90 digits of pi!

    My sanity is now fully in question!

    1. Tesh



      π is an irrational number. Pie also tastes good. I just had a piece of cake. It tasted good.

      And I lost my sanity long ago. 


  5. Memorized the first 63 digits of pi!

    I'm not sure why I did but I'm proud of myself!

  6. Ok, my character's name will be Jurdaan Longfell. There is no certainty in regarding his sanity.
  7. Getting back to the Shard like WHAT

    But in all seriousness, what'd I miss?

    1. manukos


      I've been gone as well , and from my extensive research (that only lasted 5 minuites) i conclude that nothing happened . well i did miss LG32 buuut lets hope that they won't lynch me irl for it


    2. Assassin in Burgundy
    3. Edgedancer_of_spirits


      Where. Did. You. Get. Those. Emojis.

  9. Often online, we're completely different. And since most of us will never meet in real life, I ask this. What are you like in real life? I have two mood sets that vary randomly. The first one is usually when I'm tired or I have stuff to do. I'll be more methodical, quieter, and thoughtful. I'm much more introverted and don't interact much. The second occurs less often. I'll just be happier. I'll have a swing in my step, I laugh and smile more, and just generally feel good. I'm much brasher and much more extroverted. I guess you could say my mood Waxes and Waynes So, what are you like? Response appreciated.
  10. Definitely Allomancy. In today's world there's just so much metal to take advantage of with Steelpushing.
  11. A flash of light, and the pain of rebirth. Fuzzy's eyes snapped open, and he groaned. He felt the bones in his neck reknit, and he carefully pushed himself off the ground. He looked around, and the village of Tyrian Falls was gone. Fuzzy, choked back a sob, but then he heard something. A voice, calling to him. In a daze, he followed. He wandered through the streets, filled with ash. Bodies littered the streets, and blood stained the ground. The voice beckoned him inside a small home. It was somewhat untouched, and Fuzzy didn't fear for his safety. He wandered through the halls, and came to stop before a mirror. He squinted, and his eyes widened in shock. Someone had written something in the ash here. I am dead, it read. The last of my energy was given to you. You are my church now. If you die, Jaism dies with it. Spread the word. Rule with wisdom. Praise the Ja.
  12. Sure! It only costs one copy of Dragonsteel.
  13. Ok, just to clarify, is there one of each type of Bond available each turn, and whoever's invested the most into it gets it? Also, Quiver.
  14. Araon continued through the streets. The daylight was fading and he was glad when he saw the sign for the pub, tucked away in a corner of town. He walked in, and was immediately rewarded with the sounds of drunk men and the smell of lavis beer. He sat down, waving the bartender over. Retrieving a diamond mark, he handed it to him in exchange for the most alcoholic drink he had. The bartender reappeared a few minutes later, with a sudsy drink that made Araon's eyes water. He took a swig, and immediately felt his senses slip a bit. He smiled, determined not to be able to piss straight the next morning. All ready for a barfight Aman
  15. I was a little creeped out when I didn't see the first "the" in that hashtag.
  16. Araon wanted to get drunk. After fighting off Voidbringers and fleeing a flash flood, he deserved some rest. He would keep a lookout for that runaway Initiate, but he needed a break from the chaos that had permeated his everyday life. The Initiates were slowly disappearing, and Araon hoped be wouldn't be next. He'd the Pub Seb was good from somewhere, so he began the relatively short journey. The city was really quite beautiful, and Araon hadn't had the chance to enjoy it properly. He ducked into a sort of bazaar, and was instantly rewarded with eye-popping sights and smells ranging from sewage to exotic fruits. He noticed a stall near the back, with a strange glass ball sitting on a bronze pedestal. A wizened old woman sat behind it, eyes squinting to peer into its depths. Araon smiled, and sauntered over. He had a soft spot for fortune-tellers and apothecaries. His hometown had been infested with them, and he had taken a liking to the profession. He sat down, and slid a sapphire mark across the table. He smiled, humoring her. "So, what can you tell me about my future?" The woman hardly looked up, but pocketed the mark nonetheless. She squinted even more, before her eyes widened, then subsided. "Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to," she said in a crackly voice. She waved him off, oblivious to his protests. When he looked back, she was still staring into her ball.
  17. @Ecthelion III, the reason I left my vote on Sheep was because I'm on mobile and couldn't do the cross out thing. I just left it on since I figured she wouldn't be executed, at least not by the lynch.
  18. Araon was worried. He could take down a Voidbringer. He had helped kill a Chasmfiend. He had bested a man wearing plate in an arena. But you couldn't fight a wall of water. No matter how strong you were, how accurate were your thrusts, or how long you could keep fighting. Water killed. And Araon couldn't swim. He ran. He was fast, but the water was hot on his heels. He avoided the Voidbringers, as their lightning could quickly kill via the flood. He didn't pause, didn't hesitate, only ran. He managed to dispense his gauntlets mid-stride, but that wouldn't be enough. He kept running, but he knew it was hopeless. But Fleet ran, and he almost one. Araon didn't have to get across the continent; only to the Oathgate. He could do that. Right? Right?
  19. "Voidbringers!" About time. Araon had been curious about these creatures even before the Radiant's returned; he would be happy to examine one closely. Especially the insides. He quickly unslung his claymore, and was glad that he hadn't left it behind. It would be especially adept at smashing through carapace, as it had proved on the chasmfiend. Some people ran. Araon was tempted, until he saw Ranatar, Sareth, and a few others take down a handful of the creatures. He smiled, and turned around, sword in hand. He stabbed forward in a textbook Flamestance, and was pleased as the tip of his sword darkened. The creature growled at him, and its red eyes seemed to flash. Araon swung his sword around, easily deflecting the mace that had spun towards his head. The Voidbringer was strong, no doubt, but was slow. Araon slashed towards its arm, but it bounced off the creature's carapace. He used the momentum that now directed his sword and spun it around blindingly fast. The Voidbringer's eyes barely widened in shock before Araon's sword met his neck, severing it completely. He smiled at his handiwork, but was jerked back to reality when three more of the creatures burst out of a stairwell nearby. Araon grimaced, and hurled the fallen Voidbringer's mace into the face of the nearest one. They tumbled down the stairs, but that would only slow them for a little bit. He then executed the only smart choice he could make at the time. He ran.
  20. @Arinian No, I don't suspect you. I'm honestly a little suspicious of Rae for being suspicious of you because you asked for clarification. Not nearly enough to lynch you on, at least.