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Long Game 84: A Sel United Several centuries after Elantris’ fall and rise and after the several wars of the Fjordel Empire, the different Investitures of Sel have Connected and spread throughout the different countries. In an effort to dispel the tensions between these different cultures suddenly learning much more about each other, a council made of the various countries is being held in a neutral island off the coast of Arelon to draft a final end to Sel's wars for territory. However, some of the world’s darker circles do not wish for peace, and have sent several operatives to ensure the council fails to reach a settlement by any means necessary… Welcome to Long Game 84: A Sel United! This is an LG based around a group of the different countries of Sel attempting to negotiate a long-term treaty, and while the individual details still need to be worked out, all the major rulers agree it's time to work together... although some other powerful individuals are less willing to let this happen. While it has some roles, the main factor is the different Empire Affiliation's private communications. Basics: Empires: Roles: Clarifications: As of now, I'm GMing with @Elbereth as my IM. Edit: @xinoehp512 will be my coGM this game! Signups will end on Friday April 1st at 12:00 PM PDT / 7:00 PM GMT. (Yes, I'm starting the game on April Fool's Day. But it's either that or start it immediately after the MR rollover. ) Game will start fairly soon after that but may take a bit longer. Participants: Quick Links: I hope that's everything.

LG91 Night 4: Battar Up The death of a warrior shook the city of Earthen Truth. They may be lower in the class, but when they were needed they were loyal and true. And an expert at dealing with infiltrators. So for one to die in the night, with little more than a nameless grunt as recompense, the city was on edge even with Stick taken care of. Egg-son-chicken had claimed to hold an Honorblade. One with Surges capable of stopping such an act. Well, that part had been true at least. The bloodthirsty citizens soon found that not every such event was a traitor over a tragedy. Cash67 was executed! They were a member of the Shin High Council and the Bearer of Battar's Honorblade! Battar's Honorblade has been redistributed! Vote Count: Cash67 (6): Turtle / Ookla the POKE VOTE, Araris Valerian, Shining Silhouette / Ookla the Debonair, InfiniteInsanity, Archer / Ookla the Paragrapher, Tani / Ookla the Implosion xinoehp512 / Ookla the Forgotten (1): Cash67 The turn will end on Friday, December 2nd at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

Like the title says, this is the place to post anything funny with the wheel of time. It can be funny moments in the books, quotes, or memes and puns. I have found a disturbing lack of such things elsewhere on the internet, so I think this would be a good place to rectify that. Also, spoilers for the whole series. I thought of a funny pun earlier this week, but forgot it, so instead I'll kick us off with some memes I made spoilered for size

RELEASE THE PUNS!!!

I love One Armed Herdazian Jokes, we may be short on time for One Armed Herdazian Jokes, Oathbringer will be out soon, and we can't know what happens in the book especially if the forshadowing is correct "Rafo" If you haven't. SO! Lets get them while we can. How do you get a One Armed Herdazian out of the Tree. Wave! Sadly, I'm not very inventive with Jokes SO! Lets hear yours!

*Clears throat*, Please excuse, but I have to share... In Soviet Scadrial, Metal Powers YOU!

Im at work re reading the mistborn series again loving cosmere and its complexities and loving knowing what i missed like hoid.

Warning: worst pun ever Nightblood corrupts the breath of his victims, and then oozes it out as dark misty stuff. You could probly say that he has bad breath!

Warbreaker spoilers follow. Gather members, and hear the tale of Darkbinder. Here is the tale of an living object, devoted singularly to its task for ages and ages. Here is its tale of life, woe, and ultimate defeat. Many know of how the Manywar came to an end. Man fought man and Lifeless fought Lifeless, and at the Battle of Twilight Falls, a new and devastating weapon was unveiled. Nightblood, a sword seemingly forged out of shadow and death itself. The carnage it wrought was unspeakable. The war ended shortly thereafter, as none could hope to oppose the awesome might of the Awakened blade. Few know, however, that in the last days before the final truce was decided, a team of Pahn Kahl Awakeners labored to counteract the might of Nightblood. Using their own cunning and knowledge of Awakening, they endowed a rope with a thousand Breaths and gave it a single command: "Bind our enemies." Thus Darkbinder was born. A fair and golden as Nightblood was black, his sole purpose in soul and spirit was to bind and captivate the enemies of the Pahn Kahl. Any who might work against them was to be ensnared. Even after the treaty ended, Darkbinder continued to work on his purpose. His mind coiled around a single target: Vasher. The man who wielded the dark sword. The man whose weapons had devastated the Pahn Kahl. The man who even now worked against them. For years, Darkbinder slithered like a serpent in pursuit of his prey. Across kingdoms and continents he hunted, always staying just out of sight. Like an anaconda spun from flax, he waited for the perfect time to strike. That opportunity came in T'Telir, where he found his ancient foe engaged in a mysterious task. The Awakened rope rose like a harvest-colored cobra from a dark alley, prepared to vanquish his long-hunted quarry. "Are you the one they called Darkbinder?" Vasher asked solemnly. "I am," the rope replied. "And I am here at long last to bind you and your soulsucking travesty forevermore!" "I cannot allow that," Vasher said, his voice saddened and weary. "Flee, rope, and find new purpose in your artificial life." "Never!" Darkbinder declared. "It's you or me, now or never!" "Very well," Vasher intoned. "I regret what I must now do." And with those words, he unsheathed the shadowed sword Nightblood, which giggled in unnatural glee at the forthcoming destruction of evil. Their fight waged on and on. Darkbinder would coil over his bitter enemy, only for the Awakener to slip out of his hold and press onwards offensively. The rope dodged swing after swing of the abominable sword. But over time, Darkbinder made the slightest mistake. His dodge was too slow, and Nightblood cleaved through his head. Like a python with its head sliced through the front, the rope writhed and hissed in agony. In a moment Vasher had his hands on its golden coils, and tied the rope into a thick and unbearably tight knot. Seeing that the rope would not live much longer, Vasher tossed it aside into the street. "I am sorry, one they called Darkbinder," Vasher called over his shoulder as he turned his back. "You left me no choice. The Manywar is over." And he strode away from the site of their duel. Darkbinder lay in the street for quite some time, the Breaths leaking from his form. His color became steadily less golden; no longer was he flax but a sickly grey. All he could think of was that he had failed. His lifelong purpose was shattered. The enemies of the Pahn Kahl were unbound and free to roam. And now he himself lay in an undecipherable tangle, his front end torn apart by the dark sword. In time, the steward Bluefingers happened to come this way. Knowing much of esoteric Pahn Kahl history, he recognized the shaking and trembling rope on sight. "Are you the one they called Darkbinder?" Bluefingers inquired, his voice soft and reverent. A cracking realization struck the Awakened rope straight through his soul. No longer was he Darkbinder. Now... he was nothing. Had he a human face, tears would streamed down from his eyes. "No," he croaked in response. "I'm... a frayed knot." And with those parting words, the final Breath passed from his mangled form. Thus ends the tale of Darkbinder, the living rope.