General Open Role-Play

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Well that is fantastic!! I have been searching for one for years. Now for my side of the deal." He states joyfully as he rubs his hands together in anticipation. "I once knew a man who helped his brother kill a god. His brother became a god. The man I knew started working for another god. Who he betrayed to save the world. That turned his brothers apprentice into a god. Who promptly killed the god he was working for, but they both died in the process. One of his friend who killed the first god came out and joined the two gods together and became a super mega god. Who is living happily today. My friend is currently a god. He is sometimes known as Ironeyes. Was that a good trade?" He turned and faced Eighth. "Well I was rather hoping to offer him a cookie, that failing, forcibly subdue him and spike him for his Bloodmakery-ness."

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[GeneralHZRD he/him]

Eighth looked at Louik and raised an eyebrow, "How is it that you can give her information, while seemingly not telling her anything at the same time?"

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"I will have you know that that is the most informative that I have been in weeks,"

[+ElephantEarwax he/him]

Rend says from the side, "That's what he does, say as little as possible in as many words as he can."

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

Eighth sighed looking at Carola, "Sadly, they're both right."

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Usually I attempt to leave before they sort out what I'm saying, but right now i'm just happy to be around people who aren't trying to kill me."

[CarolaDavar she/her]

Carola nodded thoughtfully, "you aren't the first, though I have to admit, that out of all the confusing information I have gained, that may be the most confusing. . ."

"Wait, Iron eyes? You knew Iron Eyes? He's real?" 

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Yes, knew. As in past tense. He doesn't really like me due to the fact that I practice hemalurgy."

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

Eighth glanced over at Louik, "Yes, he is real. Though I do not know if he still lives. No one has seen him for decades."

[CarolaDavar she/her]

Surprise lit Carola's face, "I may have a lot more to explore on Scadrial. . ."

She turned to Louik, "Regarding your information. . .Do you think you could write that down for me? I assume your words to make sense, but I enjoy having more time to ponder new information."

[MacThorstenson he/him]

Louik raises his hand tentatively. "I have seen him recently and I will write that down, but I don't feel comfortable sharing anything else with those two eaves droppers standing there, could we remove them, or get them to share something?" 

Edited December 6, 2017 by Ookla the Capricious

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

Eighth reached into his pocket pulling out an exquisite pen, "Here, use this."

Edited December 6, 2017 by Ookla The Idiot

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"That," Louik exclaims as he starts to write, "is a very, very nice pen. Where did you get that?" finished, he hands the paper to Rend who puts it in a light silvery container and gives it to Carola. "Could you check for cognitive shadows again?"

Edited December 6, 2017 by Ookla the Capricious

[CarolaDavar she/her]

"Thanks for this," Carola says, "and I agree. . ."

She turned to the few lurkers standing nearby, "what are you guys hoping for in being here?"

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

"I got it from a very strange man with angula... Wait! Did you just call me an eaves dropper! I'll have you know I've been privy to war meeting between Kings and Emperors! I've seen kingdoms rise and fall! I've seen creature's you've only dreamed of! You think the knowledge you speak of has not crossed my ears before!? Eighth glared at Louik, then like a storm passing, he suddenly calmed. "Sorry, um... That, that's not like me. That doesn't normally happen. You're right, information is owed, what would you like to know?"

P.S. Eighth is also ridiculously old, like thousands of years old. More about him will be revealed later...

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Slow down, you weren't the eaves dropper I was talking abou. . . WAIT, YOUR THAT EIGHTH OF MIDNIGHT?!?!?!?" Louik suddenly exclaims. "How did you survive the beaver-born inquisition? We splintered an shard with that!" 

[CarolaDavar she/her]

Carola listened silently, writing down a few small things in her notebook

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[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

“A daughter, not merely apprentice.” Raisa turned her masked gaze to Carola. “The Sovreign’s brother lives, as does the Sovreign himself. It is said they care deeply for each other, but are not friends.”

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Ahah! the lurker speaks! I knew the sovereign, he bought me drinks once, great guy, he was no god, well except for a little bit in the middle there, but still a great guy."

[CarolaDavar she/her]

". . .are you speaking of the Survivor? How old are you guys?" Confusion was apparent on Carolas face

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

“He speaks for them at times though he is not. You say you have met him; do you know where he might be sought? He returned Eide’s body to us, but did not speak of how she fell.”

Raisa’s head inclined toward Carola. “Not so old. But the Sovereign has lived centuries, as has his brother. And others, too, it is said.”

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"27! I think? Maybe? Its been a while... I can't quite remember when I was born, stored those memories in a coppermind, but someone stole that brass spike a while back. I do know that I am numerically, 27 years old. If you hang around me long enough, iron eyes will eventually find and kill you and try to kill me."

Edited December 6, 2017 by Ookla the Capricious

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

Eighth smiled "Yes I am "that" Eighth of Midnight, though the story of which you speak must wait for another time." Eighth turned toward Carola "Old, very old."

[CarolaDavar she/her]

"Storms. . . I have to say, it has been a while since I could say I feel a little out of my league."

Carola seemed to almost. . . Shrink a bit? As she said this.

". . . The Sovereign. . ." She said, looking through some notes, "the descriptions I have of him seem very similar to the Survivor. . ."

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Survivor, blegh, the only reason he 'survived' was because of help from others," Louik says in disgust.