Kobold King

We might actually want to look into that as a limited run Halloween RP. The other one is fairly boring by comparison: he was an elderly butcher who gained the power to mentally summon and control knives. He liked surrounding himself with "blade storms" and slicing people to itty-bitty pieces. I don't think you missed anything important... are you familiar with Saccharine?

Also, I just realized that I've used the name "Slaughterhouse" for two different Epics, and that both apparently exist in the this RP's universe. Since Lightwards references working with an Epic by that name, but has never met the Calamityville Slaughterhouse. Continuity for the win.

...and terrifying. The characterization is spot on and that ending... Calamity. * all the upvotes *

Is this Cryptic enough? (Sorry, couldn't help myself. It's been too long since I set foot in the Cosmere Puns thread.)

From "What Happened in Oregon," Page 18: So a little more than three thousand feet above the ground, I think. I'll perform some Googlemancy and try to put that in context. EDIT: Dang, the Empire State Building is just 1,250 feet high. Did we perhaps go overboard? ... Nah.

...You're doing what? This is going to be terrifying.

THEREFORE I MUST ADD EVEN MORE! To show that I mean business, I made a proper Scorch pony. Much better than the stand-in from The Tale of Mill Tunny. Once I make an Electro pony, I can make a group shot of them with CorpseMaker. Which will be adorable once I figure out to give them the outfits from the Cutie Mark Crusaders theme song...

At that point the RP will end, because the English language is not advanced enough to accurately describe the shocked, appalled, and over alarmed expression on his face. Is it wrong that I still think of this song whenever I imagine Nighthound and Lucentia meeting up again? If Lucentia does attack, then I'm fairly confident that Funtimes would be able to keep herself and her allies safe. The worst case scenario is that she teleports them all back to Portland before the Diamond Queen can impale them all.

What Chimera-wrought sorcery is this? No sooner had my eyes settled upon those absurd locks than my diaphragm erupted into a fit of involuntary laughter. Also, were it an unaligned Nighthound in the Tillamook cottage, I fully expect he would have ripped Sam's arm off when she reached in front of him. Funtimes' veiled threats would only have enraged him and launched him into a violent attack on the household. Lucentia, though, is so far a rather different character. I'm really not sure whether she'll react by sighing dramatically and suggesting a truce or by sighing dramatically and trying to murder them all. (I'm 90% certain that she will sigh dramatically either way.)

Well sparks. I planned on finding a way to neutralize him without spending weeks trying to guess his weakness first. Now the foreshadowing has sealed our fate.

Aldo stared at the man down the end of his pointy nose, scanning his face. He looked as if he were about to cry, but he didn't. Relief, pain, and confusion waged war across Phoenix's countenance, finally settling into an expression that might have been pleading. "Thank you," the perhaps-an-Epic said earnestly. "I really need some help, and then I'll help you find your friend. But I don't want another friend, well maybe a not-voice friend but I have too many voices already and they keep talking and then my head hurt and then it didn't and now I need help." Cricket gave a low and inconsiderate whistle. "Wow. This guy's messed up." "Don't be rude, my dear," Aldo replied, not taking his eyes off of Phoenix. "This poor fellow is quite clearly suffering the ravages of schizophrenia. He needs help." Aldo put his hand on Phoenix's shoulder. "Take us to your residence, my good man, and I'll do my best to remedy what's ailing you. I'm a professional." Cricket folded her arms and leaned against a wall. "A professional con man, you mean? You're not gonna hypnotize the poor sap, are you?" "Not this sap, if that's what you mean," Aldo replied with a smile, gesturing at the crystallized syrup glazing the ruins around them. He was met with a low groan. "Fine," his assistant sighed. "Let's just get this over with before we hear any more of those charming puns of yours." It was Aldo's turn to sigh, wincing slightly. Cricket grinned knowingly. "You're really impossible to work with sometimes," he scolded. "I try my best," she responded, still smiling. "We going or not?" "We're definitely going," the magician replied. "Purple Phoenix, lead the way." Lightwards watched Aldo and Cricket leave the Museum with a contented smile. The Warrior from the suburb hadn't been particularly useful, but he liked to maintain optimum efficiency with his operations. Undoubtedly he'd have to empty her head of whatever whimsical orders Funtimes had given her, though--perhaps it would just be easier to kill her on sight and find a new Warrior. His thoughts were interrupted by Nighthound, looking irritated yet again. Though he was clearly unhappy with him, the feral Epic raised his hands in what looked like a friendly gesture. “Not leaving them without surveillance in here, to do whatever they want is all I ever asked for,” he said with a grin. “Does your oh so wakeful mind have any plans for me, or can I go and have some entertainment for myself?” Lightwards considered what he could have Nighthound do for a moment. "We need more intelligence on CorpseMaker's forces," he said finally. "If you would be so kind as to pay a visit to his territory just north of here and report back on his military strength, I would be much obliged." He gave Nighthound a warning look. "I should stress that you are not to engage any of his forces in combat at the moment. Once you get back though, I'll let you take the raptors out among the people to vent out a little steam." If Nighthound thought that wrecking a museum while riding a giant dinosaur was a great way to spend one's time, then hopefully the idea of leading a pack of particularly bloodthirsty zombies into the city would keep him happy. Nodding at his ally with a smile, Lightwards turned and wandered towards the edge of the Museum. With any luck, the emissaries from Altermind would arrive soon. Then the day could truly begin. “Do those allies include a jerk named Nighthound?” While Sam and Revolution had come up with brilliant responses to the question, the Epics at the table elected to ignore them. Typical. Sam kicked her feet up and leaned back in her chair. "Ally ​is something of a loose term, when it applies to him," Traveler said with a chuckle. Before he could finish, his glittery girlfriend cut him off. "Nighthound? I dropped a bomb on him a couple nights ago." Funtimes' head tilted, putting her insane grin at an odd angle. "Want me to do it again?" The snobby princess stared at Funtimes coolly. “I´ll gladly deal with him myself. Although, in his case I suppose offering to cause him physical harm tends to be the right decision.” Sam snorted and leaned further back in her chair. That was an understatement if she'd ever heard one. She was opening her mouth to give a comeback when she noticed it. Her feet weren't on the table or on another chair. She had no idea what she had them propped up on. And whatever the footrest was, she could feel it slowly growing up over her socks. With a yelp she leaped as far away from the table as she could, causing her chair to fall over backwards. Scampering upright again, she cast a glance at where the footrest had been. There was a trail of solid diamond growing up from Lucentia and underneath the table, seeming almost like a living thing in its steady path to her. One of her socks was sitting in the midst of the crystal, sunken into the center like a bug caught in amber. Sam stared for only a moment before backing against a far wall. The diamond was slow and still under the table, but it showed no indication of slowing. "Doctor?" she said nervously. "A little help?"

YOU WILL CONSTRUCT A PONY AT ONCE! OBEY! O-BEY!

I'll get something written up soon, then.

Not entirely sure, but I'll figure something out. Maybe Aldo can bring him back to the Museum, and he can hypnotize him mostly off-screen?

If so... basically, run.

Yeah, getting attached to characters who are supposed to all die at the end of the RP is a problem. I feel I should warn you that if Chimera tries to start a new faction, Lightwards will try to either absorb his group or destroy it before it becomes large enough to be a threat. So a fight would break out pretty quickly afterwards, potentially dragging the Black Fist into the thick of things.

That's pretty much the opposite of Lightwards, who is limited by the mental ability of the animal. So he can control over fifty dinosaurs at once, but twenty humans taxes his limit. At least they have a good severance package. Oh wait, it's literal severing. Never mind.

As long as this is still pages and pages in the future, I could put Aldo or Cricket forward to the cause. Does it count if Ray points behind Nighthound and yells "OMG it's CorpseMaker!" and then kills him when he turns his back?

We need to sacrifice at least three Epics to CorpseMaker before we're allowed to kill him.

How would she make those? She's an engineering genius, but creating melee weapons that literally slice through souls seems a little out of her reach. EDIT: This post seems a little sarcastic when I read it now, but hopefully this little winking smiley will prove the innocent intent that went into its creation.

In this world, Brandon Sanderson was the first Epic. His power was the fantastic ability to alter reality with his writing. By writing Steelheart, he created the rest of the world. EDIT: The Disco Ending is terrifying, darkly amusing, and somewhat reminiscent of Megamind. Terror-upvote.

So I suppose there's nothing stopping Thoughttown's Mechanized Infantry from looking like this? The "Lego Ending", right beside the "It Was All a Dream Ending," "The Bacon Ending," and "The Disco Ending." EDIT: @Mailliw, yep, saber-tooths and many other large and absurdly well-equipped mammals from the Ice Age.

Lightwards intends to request an elevator as soon as Funtimes returns. There are a few Ice Age era mammals in the Museum that he could give to Thoughttown. They're not particularly well-adapted to the primeval sauna Funtimes made.

Sure--Altermind and a few of his lieutenants can pick out dinosaurs next time they're at the Museum. How about some raptors? They're totally not bloodthirsty and waiting for an opportunity to slaughter those they're supposed to be protecting. Now the only question is "how do we keep Funtimes from putting MLP bumper stickers on all the mecha suits." Lightwards, in his now heavily deteriorated mental state, vows never to take a sip of water again. Dehydration takes its toll, and a few months later he's spending all of his time locked in the Regway's old basement playing with Legos.

What if Funtimes whipped up some energy weapons and powered armor for them? She's been to Newcago, after all, so she could base their designs after what Conflux powers. Project Amber still has some gaping holes in it, but I'll type up the basic layout of the plan in a minute.