BreathTaker

I converted my sister-in-law and I my co-worker has basically read the books by being around me. He's interested in the magic systems and story but when I let him borrow a book he didn't read it so I don't know what's going on.

I think if the spren is already Bonded it won't make a difference because they are sentient enough to affect themselves.

Your own knife spiked you? How did that happen? Did you call it dull?

Eh... I'd prefer if you didn't. Stickyness and all that.

Ishik 6 Ym 1 FINISH HIM!!!!! Baxil 4 Axies 6 Geranid 3 Taln 4 Zahel 12

It's awesome

Ishik 5 [red]Ym 3[/red] Nan Balat 2 Baxil 1 slow and painfully Axies 8 Geranid 5 Taln 6 Zahel 13

Can I jump in?

I see you like SOGs. My dream right now is to get Either the Reaver Cleaver or the Rat Bastard from Zombie Tools.

I have a replica Templars sword, a small United cutlery Ronin "sword", a huge Damascus steel katana, a crappy aluminum katana that just looks pretty and was free. Those are my just for looks ones. My babies from biggest to smalles are my S.O.G. Jungle Primitive Bowie knife, my Wartech tactical combat knife, a Frost skinning knife and a K-Bar that looks just like the Frost but is WAY nicer and sharper. Plus my little Kershaw assisted open work knife. Aside from the swords, I have cut my self pretty decently with every one of my knives. I see it as a kind of right of acceptance from my knives. I play with them until I get careless and they remind me not to be. The SOG caught me at the base of my right pinky with its serrated edges and poked a pretty decent hole. My Wartech actually cut the same pinky all the way to the bone, I didn't get stitches, I ran out in to the living room and had my friend hold my finger together as I cleaned, super glued and wrapped it up. He almost passed out. The K-Bar is so freakishly sharp that it cut my left index finger but didn't bleed for almost a minute. The Kershaw cut the pad of my thumb almost to the bone, that bled for about 3 hours.

*click, microphone whine* PAGING PANDA! PAGING PANDA! YOU'VE BEEN SUMMONED TO THE RAVEN THRONE! YOU'VE BEEN SUMMONED TO THE RAVEN THRONE... thank you. *click*

Thanks Elsa. I'll talk to Panda, if he can't I'll talk to Awesome... "PANDA!!!!! I SUMMON YOU" BT draws a summoning ward in front of his throne with a Glyph in the center that looks like a panda headed person.

BT nods at Elsa's curtsy. Alright, who does one speak to about one of them Clan tags in the signature bar?

Thanks, trying to watch my figure and raining donuts wont help.

No raining donuts in my court. I will dispel everyone in to the desert if it happens.

I thought you said English wasn't your first language. Your grammar is better than most people who have been speaking English their whole life. Have an Upvote. I think it's all about perspective as mentioned above, plus Kal actually having a real Nahel bond which makes his Stormlight more efficient. Szeth "knows" he can't heal a Shardblade wound plus he can't hold as much Stormlight so he can't heal. Kal is very efficient and figures he can heal so he does. sure it takes a lot of Light but it happens. Also, Tar is a manipulative sack of Chull Dung to begin with, what makes you think he would continue that streak?

At Brandon's website in the store area I think you can buy a Bridge 4 bumper sticker and I know you can get a Double eye of the Almighty sticker.

*Dramatic music plays, camera fades from black onto BreathTaker in his gleaming black and silver Shardplate with his Black Shardblade resting point first in front of him. * "Hello, my name is BreathTaker. You may know me as the King or Raven's Keep. I am here today to talk to you about the wonderful Dark Alley, or DA." BT chuckles, "Don't be alarmed at the name. These are a group of wonderful scientists who strive to bring you the best Spikes... *cough cough* I.. uh... I mean sweets.... and things." *pictures of cookies and other confections drift across the screen* "Yes, here at the Alley, they have everything you could ever want. And they are in NO WAY WHATSOEVER, evil. The DA strives to make the community a happier place." BreathTaker walks through a Dark Alley where there are many shadows lurking, but as he passes they all stand up and wave at him, he waves back with a smile. "You see, there is nothing evil or menacing about a Dark Alley here in Shardland, they places of joy and totally not spikes. Come, join the Alley, we have cookies." *BT smiles at the camera as the super rapid "I'm totally lying" voice plays* "The Raven Throne is an Affiliate of the Dark Alley, who are actually totes evil. All Murky, Shadowy, slightly dark-ish, possibly-just-painted-black, or dark; alleys, pathways, narrow streets or tiny patches of land between houses are owned and controlled by the Dark Alley LLC. All spikings that occur therein are non refundable and The DA is not liable for any spikings or weight gain due to excessive cookie eating."

When I call my wife Brightness because she has super light blue eyes... and I consider a Glyphpair tattoo as my next one.

The next morning Duke was released from the Riverhold drunk tank. You would think that Border towns would have bigger jails considering how many foreigners came in to town and spent the night in a free room. Duke's cell seemed to have been built for a Bosmer and smelled like it last had five Orcs locked in it after eating the local cuisine and drinking too much, and it was humid. After the Nord had gotten his effect back he realized that he didn't have his coin purse, Great, he thought. "Hey, where is my gold? it was in a Horker hide pouch with some Nordic Runes on it." The guards looked at him, then at each other and busted up laughing. "You did not come with coin purse Nord, it seems Zargo robbed you of more than you mind that night." The guards continued to laugh as Duke left the Jailhouse. Once back in his room at the inn Duke pulled a small scroll out of his pack, that pouch didn't have all of his gold but it was his favorite wallet. Fortunately Velth had helped Duke out by weaving a tracking spell on it, Duke got robbed a lot when he got drunk. Duke unrolled the scroll to reveal the most detailed map of Riverhold available, he took one of the coins that had been in the pouch from his pocket, he always took one out at the beginning of the night because of his tendency, and placed it at the gates of the city. The coin immediately started to move. First it went to the stables that Duke's horse was at, then to the inn and on to the several different taverns that the Nord had visited throughout the night. Next it went down a back alley and into a building, the den. Here was where the coin and purse were seperated, the coin flipped itself onto its other side indicating this. It continued down the street, the opposite direction from the jail where Duke had been dragged and led him all the way to the deepest part of the slums of Riverhold, a pit of filth and despair, and stopped. Duke turned and dug through his bag, finding his ebony dagger and his hooded cloak, he threw the navy blue cloak on and sheathed the dagger in his boot. Out the door he went, in to the slums of this humid, filthy city. The bowels of big cities were nothing new to Duke, he had ran through and basically grew up in the Grey Quarter as a child. But this was something all together different, Destitute Kahjit crouched on the streets, drinking or smoking Skooma. There were men and mer mixed here as well, people who had been robbed blind by their vices or in the rare case an actual cutpurse. The gutters were full of refuse and the smell of waste was almost tangible in the humidity. Finally, after almost an hour of fighting the urge to retch Duke found what he was looking for, the only clean house in this section of the city. It was a huge three story building, freshly painted and gated with two Redguards in heavy armor patrolling the perimeter of the house. Perfect, how in Oblivion am I supposed to get through there? He decided to try to sneak around the back and find a way through there. Once he was at the back, hiding behind a pile or refuse with his cowl pulled up over his nose, he found what he was looking for. There was about a twenty second period when no guard was circling around the back yard, amateur. As soon as the guards crossed each other and left an opening, Duke ran to the fence and got up and over in about ten seconds. In another 5 he was across the yard and scaling the wall to a balcony. Just as he landed on the balcony the guards circled back around and stopped. They had heard some sort of ruckus but evidently chocked it up to a cat scavenging for food. Duke turned and examined the door in to the house. Inside, on the writing desk sat his pouch with its gold and gems spilling out. He knelt down and picked the lock to the door and found a seat in the corner to wait for the houses owner to return. ~~~~~~~ Shortly after Duke sat down a tall Imperial man walked into the room. He wore a crisp red suit and smelled of scented soap, he's a bleeding aristocrat. The man walked to his desk and started counting Duke's gold. The Nord rose, walked up behind the man and placed his hand on the Imperial's mouth. Silently, Duke's ebony blade touched the man's throat. "Now, you flowery smelling piece of troll crap. One of your minions took something of mine." Duke whispered in the man's ear, breath hot and angry. "You what it is, the gold and jewels, which you still have in your hand," the coins fell. "Thank you. Now, before I take my leave, I want you to donate everything you own in to making the slums a better place. I want you to write down the you will do this and sign it." Duke released the Imperial but kept the knife at the man's back. The man sat down and began to write out his will to have everything donated to a charity to rebuild the slums, signed it and sealed it with his signet ring, "Good!" Duke laughed, he admired the man's composure during this whole ordeal. "Why are you doing this? What do you care if I run these slums? This is not your home, I make this place better by being here. I keep the men who are worse than me out! I protect these pieces of filth!" The man began to yell, looking Duke straight in the eyes, he actually believed what he said, wow. Duke sighed, "No, you don't do anything for these people but rob them and keep feeding them low quality Skooma. You're just as bad as every other slum lord." The Nord knew that if it was obvious that this pig was murdered nothing would happen and the note would be ignored. But if he were to have killed himself... that would be a different story. Duke looked at the desk for a second and saw an ancient looking Dragon dagger resting on a stand, perfect, Duke grabbed it and stood behind the slum lord. "With this, you will guarantee that your will goes through." The man bowed his head for a moment before laughing, "You aren't going to kill me are you? You are going to have me kill myself." "No, I'm going to kill you... but it will look like you killed yourself." Without hesitating, Duke dragged the blade down the man's forearms and slammed it into his sternum. Duke grabbed the now dead man's arms and made him grab the dagger so it looked as though he had cut his own arms before stabbing himself and bleeding out. After he was done with that, he took his coin pouch and left the same way he arrived. ~~~~~~~~~~ By the time Duke had reached the stables to check on his horse it was almost night time. Once there he noticed a large, motley group of people standing about and asking the stable hand questions. The boy turned and pointed directly at Duke, who was reaching up under his belt for his dagger, before he recognized Velth's voice and Sulen's posture.

It's just a night in jail because of the bar fighting. Duke needed to do something to pass the time while you guys started to head out. But it is boring drinking alone so he decided to make some fun out of it. How long is it going to take everyone to get to Riverhold? A hard ride looks like it should take three or four days to arrive. I'm going to track down whoever stole my coins and beat them senseless.

After Duke had gotten into town and found a "nice" inn. He paid for a room to leave his things in, grabbed his coin purse and went to look for a drink. After several hours of heavy drinking and bar brawls Duke found himself wandering the dark alleys of Riverhold. Eventually he stumbled into a shady looking Kahjit. "Come with Zargo, Nord. Zargo has what you want." Duke nodded drunkenly with a dim smile and foolishly followed the cat through a door into a dark building. Inside, people of every race and class laid across beds with little purple bottles scattered around them. Skooma. "Zargo, gives you this. You drink this, you have good time." For some reason Duke thought it would be a good idea to take the bottle and down it in one drink. The next thing you know, the room was spinning and everything was changing colors. Faster, faster and then finally... nothing. The room went black and then it grew blindingly bright. Duke sat up and made his way out the door in to the freakishly bright sun. "Where in Oblivion am I?" Duke said, rubbing his stinging eyes. It seems he had gotten turned around in his stupor... was that a tiny dragon that just circled his head?... As he walked down the street the last thing he remembered was a blunt crack across his back and the feel of steel shackles clanging across his wrists. Damnit, not again. He thought as he got dragged to Riverhold dungeons.

I'm alive btw been busy sorry

Alright Char sheet posted in th3e Docs

Sweet. Well Duke is getting hammered in Riverhold so he might have a slight headache when you find him.