Kobold King

Yes, that sounds good. Something exceptionally irritating.

Creative is a word that describes them, yes. Also I'm going to have to re-raise all my Warriors, so I'm mad at you right now. Who goes next?

(I guess the Stick isn't an option because of the intense fighting that would grow up around it as different people hurt and healed it? )

Lightwards weakly watched as Nighthound leapt through the dimly lit night, hurtling straight towards him with darkness and acid pouring off his skin. Hurriedly he began stumbling backwards, but there was really nothing he could do. He closed his eyes-- He'd have suffered his third death if it weren't for Donald. The zombie solemnly raised a leopard-print flamethrower, targeting it towards the feral Epic as he flew through the air. He slowly squeezed the trigger as part of Lightwards' instructions, bathing Nighthound in... something that was spewing from the end of the weapon. Lightwards didn't pay attention. He crawled underneath the branch of the fallen tree to work out a new plan.

Raoden 10 Vin 11 Wax 10 Kaladin 10 Shallan 10 Shai 10 Sarene 10 Vasher 10 Hoid 10 Nightblood 10 Galladon 10 Demoux 8 Ati 6 Leras 11 Rayse 10 Tanavast 11 Cultivation 10 Dominion 10 Devotion 10 Endowment 10 Bavadin 10

And much of the length considerations depend on whether Lightwards gets his hands on a package of beef jerky in the next few posts.

Stormfather, another frighteningly powerful Epic in the Jäger family. I can't wait to meet her! Is she likely to join forces with Nighthound, or try to murder him and his associates?

I live to entertain. And to reduce Oregon to its component parts.

Going on my lunch break now. I hope the wreckage doesn't inconvenience anyone.

Sure enough, Nighthound was up on his feet again after a moment. The Epic paused to gloat for a moment, but darted across the room towards Funtimes and Traveler before Lightwards could fire off another shot. Almost casually, Nighthound flipped a table towards Lightwards as he ran by. The professor stumbled back, before that mad voice in his head had an idea. I have wanted to try this, he thought grimly and quickly. He dropped the pistol, holding out a hand to stop the table as it flew towards him. The second it's flat surface stung his out-stretched hand, he surged his miracle into the wood. There was a crash as a fully grown oak tree burst into being. Little snapping sounds popped across the walls as nails as hinges went flying from the enormous tree now dominating the living room. The top of the tree burst through the ceiling, sending a tremendous amount of debris falling into the room. Roots dug into the floorboard, ripping through the cheaper materials but halting at the concrete foundation. As they did so, the tree wobbled and shook, ultimately collapsing into one of the walls. The massive oak tree fell completely, taking down a wall with a resounding smash. The wall that Lightwards had propped himself against. He was in a daze, surrounded by rubble, hurt by a piece of nail stabbing into his side. There was a ringing in his head, and he wondered vaguely whether he had a concussion. He gingerly sat up, trying to get his bearings straight. Calamity. The oak tree that table came from must have been huge. Restored to its living state, it had torn down an entire wall of the house, and was now laying on its side covering up a sizable part of the street. Lightwards recognized the arm of one of the hounds sticking out from under the thick trunk, squashed flat. Smiling slightly despite the pain, he pulled himself up and tried to see what was going on in the house through the still-falling debris. ---- I for one am passionately dedicated to destroying Oregon.

That's not exactly how it works. Working on it now. Sans zombie table, but something interesting is happening regardless.

I was going to go next if nobody else minded, since I'm going on a brief lunch break here in a few minutes. And his power is necromancy, not sonic screwdriving. It definitely works on wood, or any other dead organic material for that matter.

Is it wood? Because there's something he's been meaning to try... Also, curse you upvote quota.

And a throw pillow made of ammunition would certainly be useful. Not as useful as a sofa-turned rocket launcher, but Lightwards will take what he can get.

In ten posts, members of the Moderators Radiant can summon their Spamblades.

Uh... I guess Lightwards just picked up without specifically thinking about it? Or maybe one of Funtimes' powers is disrupting the continuity of her allies. Seems to fit her style. And yes, I'd love to see Lucentia!

Just what this game needs. More terrifying and disturbing characters. Seriously. Everybody make more terrifying and disturbing characters. Oregon isn't going to destroy itself.

Nighthound just gets a little more charming with every word I hear about him...

One thing I'm not clear on is whether Nighthound's hounds have the same regenerative ability he does. Will that bearded one be able to survive multiple gunshots to the chest?

Sounds like a plan. Sort of.

Suffer a firey death or live out my life on a pleasant beach all to myself?

I adore Nightblood. I would most certainly choose him over some boring old snowman. And likely leave a trail of smoking evildoer carcasses in my wake. Would you rather pet a chasmfiend or a mistwraith?

I for one am quite enjoying this aimless brawling. My original plan went something like "capture Nighthound, bully him into joining us," but he's a much tougher cookie than I had planned for. So I guess Nathan playing diplomat is the most likely road to peace, unless both sides simply fight themselves into a solid stalemate.