Brightness Random

Wow! Snoopy and Elsa, you two are incredible! Nice work sticking with the piano! It seems we should have a piano/classical music guild... Music lovers unite! Although I feel considerably less accomplished as a pianist now, in the grand tradition of the root beer guild, I will now link to the song I'm working on memorizing... (Though this is the composer playing... I'm not quite this good yet. ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUiS_tbve6g @Elsa, I too like playing classical music and movie music. Have a digital high five! I'd actually never heard of piano grades until you mentioned them. Although I have now conducted a Google search, so I'm quite the expert now. Should I post the coat of arms in Newcago when it's finished? Would that interrupt the RPing? Or should I post it just over here, where we've been talking about it? @Snoopy, I hadn't decided what I pegged you as quite yet, but now that I've put a little thought into it, you seem most like a trombone. (I sit next to them in my band. You're a trombone. Not a bassoon.)(...Annnnd now I'm over here really hoping you don't actually play the bassoon. Great.) I highly doubt my art teacher is about to tell me Rembrandt is so "amazing, and hunky, and awesome" as a.) We're currently studying Van Gogh, b.) we mostly look at contemporary artists, c.) he's a guy. Nonetheless, I'll take your word for it. "Go Dürer!"

She was not lost this time. Despite what others may say, Brightness Random was only admiring the detailing on this same wall for the fifth time in a half hour. Definitely not lost. "Duchess Brightness Random!" a kind voice called from behind her, "Glad to see you're awake!" Turning, she saw a young woman who was dressed in an icy blue gown, matching the blue color of the palace. "Ah, yes, glad to... be awake." I'm sure I know her! she thought to herself, but I can't seem to remember how or why. Noticing the crown on the woman's head, and deciding to trust her, Brightness said, "I seem to be rather lost, your highness. Could you point me towards my room?"

Hah... Hah.. yes... I've played for about 4 years now. (That feels slightly less impressive now.) That's incredible that you've played so long! What kind of music do you like to play?

Delightful, wouldn't hating Odium only add to his power? Still sitting in the staircase, Brightness Random tried desperately to remember which world she was on. I must have hit my head, she thought, Because not only do I have a killer headache, I can't seem to remember what is going on or which planet this is. Standing up, she peaked out around the corner, checking for any potentially dangers. "Looks like the coast is clear..." Resolving to actually escape the palace this time, rather than just get more lost, she set out down the hallway. If only I had my notebook, she thought, I could see what I'd written down about this world. That would let me figure out who my allies are, who to avoid, and- Passing a window, she noticed a billboard advertisement below her outside. Was this part of the ice palace really so far up? Sure she may have climbed a few staircases, but this was ridiculous. There go any plans I had of climbing out a window, she thought, annoyed. She continued walking for a moment, then returned to the window. She paused there, deciphering the billboard. English, she thought, that eliminates at least a few worlds. After mulling over her options, she decided that if she ever escaped, she would follow the instructions listed on the billboard. She would visit this "DA" and seek refuge there. "They're probably quite friendly," she mused to herself, "After all, anyone giving out free cookies has got to be friendly..." Smiling to herself, she carefully continued down the hallway.

When all you want out of your day is for someone to read your "I am a stick" tee shirt, understand the reference, then say, "But you could be a fire." You know you're a member of 17th Shard when you're reading Way of Kings and Jasnah takes Shallan out for a philosophy lesson, heading into a Dark Alley, and you suddenly think "DON'T ACCEPT THE COOKIES, SHALLAN!!" ...Then tell yourself to be quiet, so you can continue the story.

Thank you, one and all, for your kind words. I'm just glad to have a place to put random poetry about soda... Cheese, you say you want 59 more of these? *copies and pastes poem 59 times* There you are, my good man. Snoopy, you play the piano?! I never would've pegged you as the type.... I play piano too! Constantly, in fact. (Note: this is another one of my "facts". Exceptions to this fact do exist...) That rabbit is insanely adorable... So adorable, in fact, that I will sue for peace, put aside our dispute from yesterday and assume that this: was your noble attempt to emulate Shakespeare and contribute to the English language. ...Where was I? The Root Hare, yes... I love and appreciate it! Lean, whiskery, and root beer colored. Perfect! The funny thing is, I was just considering getting a rabbit as my Hazekiller companion, so I think I may have to go with your rabbit now... *picks up rabbit, placing it in lap* Yes, thank you...

Queen Elsa, The Newcago Royalty coat of arms is just about done! All that's left is the crest and top mantle. Root Beer Bar, in other news... Here's a poem! Root beer, What else could compare with Such exquisite deliciousness? The mug in my hand is Filled to the brim with bubbles. Reading the lines backwards, it says, Filled to the brim with bubbles, The mug in my hand is Such exquisite deliciousness. What else could compare with Root beer?

I look forward to drawing it!

I would be honored, your majesty! What would you like on your Newcago Royalty coat of arms? (Ideally, I'd like 2-3 animals to work with, 3-5 symbols- Snowflakes? Books? - and a few days to do the drawing. )

"I cannot believe you! Immature, ridiculous..." *leaves the room and sits down in a corner, nursing a mug of root beer, tears streaming down face* "....I've failed...."

"It was on short notice okay?! I'm under a lot of pressure. Here, I'll go fix it..." (under her breath...) "Pandas...." "ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!"

I am offend. (But also gratitude.) Is it really my fault you had me make a bad joke on short notice?

Thank you, Cheese! Snoopy, I was going to stay silent, but I'm afraid I can't now... "Welcome, gentlemen, to the Root Beer Bar. To your left are bars C and D, and over here to your right are bars A and B. I suggest you sit at that last place, as I know how you boys enjoy your Bar-B's...." I REGRET NOTHING!!! (Okay, well, I would really like to keep my position as Bard here.... Please? I won't insist on rainbows anymore...)

Yes, indeed I did. Thank you for the compliment. I do like drawing... Root beer brown, vanilla, These are the Root Beer Bar's hues? Yes, that does make sense. But other colors? Will we stick to monochrome? Instead of rainbows....?

Hark and behold, friends: I've sketched us a coat of arms! (Complete with root bears) This is just a sketch, But I felt we needed a start. What do you all think? (What are our colors? May I assume brown is one? A deep root beer brown...)

I've seen it, Snoopy. I meant disclaimers on all cookies, but now that you metion it, maybe you should change it to "DA cookie disclaimer". Just to be clear.

Posted in wrong tab, My apologies to all. Root beer is awesome.

Sorry to take so long getting back to you all. Hoidhunter, you want me to share hazekilling info...? I don't think I have any... just theories... What about this: We know that invested metal is particularly difficult to push or pull on, so what if we had researcers look into making high quality, invested armor? It could be Awakened armor, shardplate, armor used as a feruchemical storage, etc. We also know that highly invested metals don't appear when a mistborn burns iron or steel, so invested armor would give us mistborn proof, magical armor! Or we could look into ways detect hemalurgic spikes... I'm not sure how much use metal detectors would be, but there have to be other ways to sense spikes! Perhaps through the cognitive or spiritual realms...? I'm not really sure what would be possible, but that's why we need to do research! Alternately, perhaps we could run a hemalurgy awarness campaign and get disclaimers on all DA made cookies?

She heard a voice, although not one from Shadesmar, calling "Brightness! I'd suggest leaving!" Brightness Random stood and peeked out from around the door. I think that's me, she thought, but I can't seem to remember what I'm going by on this world. Either way, though, leaving sounds like a good plan. Ducking out the doorway, she began running through the hallways, trying to escape the palace. However, she found herself more and more lost. As she paused at an intersection, she realized how very tired she was. What have I been up to? she wondered. Opening her eyes, she grimaced. Which way had she come from? Rust and Ruin, she thought, curse my natural sense of direction! Finding an out of the way staircase, she paused to catch her breath. As she sat she wondered what she had gotten into on this world. Though she couldn't remember coming here, it seemed to be a very exciting place. I do hope that giant white dog is alright, she thought to herself, it looked fierce, but not quite so much as that Parshman.

Dashing back down the hall, away from the strange parshman, Brightness Random began to notice for the first time that this building was by no means Vorrin. Where...? It suddenly dawned on her. She had left Alethkar, and indeed all of Roshar, behind her weeks ago. But which planet is this?! she wondered, ducking into a small room, Scadrial? Nalthis...? she sighed, huddling against the wall, hiding from the strange parshman. Wait, parshmen? I'm not on Roshar anymore. How did that...? Before she could decide what was happening, she heard a voice, almost entirely in Shadesmar, echoing: "Now what to do?...." She snapped to attention. It had been so long since she had heard a voice from the cognitive realm. Sadly, she had lost her ability to visit at will some time ago. "Hello?" she called to it, hoping that the voice would hear her, "What realm is this? Am I on a shardworld?"

How's this, Winter? Brightness Random found herself in an empty ballroom. It seemed to be prepared for a party of some sort, but no one was currently in. "Huh. Could've sworn this was the library..." Running out of the room, she noticed for the first time how cold it was. Has winter come for a while? she wondered, I do so love snow... Coming around a corner, she found herself facing at a huge, evil looking parshman carting off a battered and bloodied dog. For a moment, she couldn't decide which was stranger, the huge, white dog or the tough looking red and black parshman. Giving a piercing scream, Brightness Random retreated back behind the corner. What was that?! EDIT: Awww.... that's sweet, Snoopy, in an odd, "Let's shoot Elsa's ice dragons!" kind of way...

Why not what, Winter? (Sorry if I'm getting a little lost on this end...) By the way, is no one going to respond to Brightness Random bursting into the ballroom? I assume someone's in there...

Thank you Winter! I've written some stories before, and this is just like a giant, muti-author story, so I'm just trying to have fun with it until I figure everything out. Thanks for the tip, Snoopy.

Alright. Sorry about that. I'm rather new to role playing.

Sorry Winter! I assumed it was a Parshendi/Voidbringer of some sort, but we hadn't gotten any confirmation yet on what it was or what happened. So there were Stormforms running around while the palace collapsed?