Patar

Despite being perhaps the most predictable episode to date, I still found myself enjoying it. I don't think it's the season redeemer that everyone was hoping for, but it was nonetheless a good, if not great episode. The battle could not have been better.

So I've got a question. In what I am writing, I soon plan on introducing a "mysterious" character. I put "mysterious" in quotations because I want this character to avoid the traditional "mysterious" character traits (appears cloaked in darkness, only speaks to main character, etc). I want to keep this character's intentions shrouded, I want readers to be intrigued by this character and find him mysterious, while avoiding the typical mystery character mold. If that makes any sense at all. Any tips for writing mysterious characters?

I also just got the Graphic Novel of At the Mountains of Madness. Does the graphic novel version do justice to the original? I haven't read that one.

Just started reading Sandman by Neil Gaiman.

Alright, so I've got some questions as a newbie to comics. I asked in another thread where to begin with reading New 52, and Orlion said to start with Flashpoint and then read whatever heroes interest you. But now I'm hearing that DC rebooted their properties again? Is it still worth reading Flashpoint and New 52? Will I need to read those to understand Rebirth? Should I read Watchmen now that they're being dragged into things? Agh, this is all so confusing!

For those of you who watch Screwattack's Death Battle series, you may have already seen this, but for those of you who don't, they did something really cool. What Death Battle is, in a nutshell, is a fight to the death between two popular characters. This week they did The Joker vs. Sweet Tooth (from the Twisted Metal series). Right before the fight started, however, they showed a quick little commercial for Audible, and one of the hosts of the show actually commented that he was listening to The Way of Kings by the one and only Brandon Sanderson. This show is watched by a ton of people, so this could be some good publicity, I suppose.

And after what has been FAR to long, Chapter Seven is FINALLY finished. I'm really sorry that it took so long, but the combination of personal problems and me trying to figure out where exactly I want this story to go led to me not having as much time to write as I would like. Hopefully I'll be able to write at a more consistent pace going forward. I would like to note one change: I believe early in the book I detailed the dates of the first and second Voman-Lavia war. I am now establishing that the first war happened 25 years before the events of this book, and the second war occurred 2-3 years before. The death of Spadille's family occurs directly after the second war. As always, criticisms are welcomed with open arms! Hope you enjoy!

I think this could be a lot of fun!

So I don't know what to think about this episode.

All fair points! Yeah, pretty much everybody alive has had something terrible happen to them at some point.

Just got my first job! I had my interview this morning, and they hired me as soon as it was over

So I love superheros, but when it comes to comics, I'm a bit of a newbie. I've wanted to start getting into comics for a long time, and I have heard some great things about DC's New 52. But upon doing some research on it... it's massive. Is there any one place that I should start? Anyone want to give me some advice on a guide/order to read it?

Boring and predictable?

Tears were shed during this episode.

It was awesome! I do want to quickly agree on Black Panther and Spiderman were awesome, and a Black Widow solo movie would be incredible. So... when do you guys think we'll see Bucky again? Would it be possible we see him in the Black Panther movie, and he fights alongside T'Challa in order to make up for what he's done? Or will he not return until Infinity War? Also, this isn't really spoilers, but did anybody hear (the rumor, I believe) about Kevin Feige and the Russo brothers wanting to bring Wolverine into the MCU in a similar way Spiderman was? I think that'd be awesome. Perhaps if we're lucky, we could have an Avengers vs. X-Men movie? Doubt it would happen, but we can always fantasize.

Just started the Fallout 4 DLC, Far Harbor. I'm really liking so far. As a side bonus, Nick Valentine is a very important character in Far Harbor, which is awesome, because Nick was probably my favorite companion throughout the main game.

That's the only thing I'd expect him to be doing

He was last online April 26th, almost a month ago.

So Breathtaker and I were PMing back and forth for a post, but he's been inactive for a few weeks now. Hope he's ok.

Loving Uncharted 4. Naughty Dog never disappoints. I also just got my PS2 up and running. I thought it had died some time ago, but it still has some life left in it. Looking forward to playing some games from my childhood.

Lirian Winter-Child walked quietly throughout the snowy paths of The Pale. A light frost fell from the night sky, a nice change from the snowstorms that had coated The Pale in an icy cage for the past week. She had heard loud noises from a few miles away, it had almost sounded as though a battle was being waged. She had seen lightning, fire, and ice shot in blasts when she got a look at the battle from farther away, but she couldn't tell who it was that was fighting. Lirian had assumed that it was bandits who happened to pick some mages for a target, but the battle had been going on for far to long to only be a robbery. Lirian hastened her pace, her green and gold robe brushing against the frozen, hard ground. Lirian didn't know who she'd find when she reached the battle, but she hoped she could heal those who survived. If there was one thing she had learned from The College of Winterhold, it was how gifted of a healer she was. A perfect skill for a worshiper of Kynareth to possess. Lirian had left The College of Winterhold nearly a decade ago. She had learned everything she could about the art of Restoration from a decade spent training there, but she abandoned the life of a scholar in favor of the life of a traveler. She had heard the legends of an ancient artifact Kynareth had once gifted to mortals, The Lord's Mail. It had been hidden, Kynareth had deemed the last holder unworthy. Lirian traveled to the Black Marsh, healing those who needed it and teaching those who had been willing to learn. Lirian's teachers would be disappointed in her, she would've been such a great teacher had she stayed at the College. She also searched all over for any information regarding The Lord's Mail, but nothing had come up. Thus, she made the decision to return to Skyrim, and search in her homeland instead. She had only been searching here for a few months, and hadn't discovered anything, but she remained optimistic. She reached a clearing, and her heart stopped. Instead of bandits, there instead lay two figures. One was much larger than the other, a tremendous dragon with silver skin. The other was a young man, whose face had been covered in a thin layer of snow. All that noise, all that destruction, was caused by these two alone? What's more, it seemed as though the young man had died fighting that dragon, and perhaps even succeeded before succumbing to his wounds. And how grievous those wounds were. His chest was clawed open, bleeding all over the ground. The blood seemed fresh, the battle must have ended as Lirian had drifted away into thought. Lirian had no love for the dragons, it was true. They destroyed, killed, ravaged the lands. Everything Kynareth stood for, they seemed to ruin. She didn't have the courage to stand up and fight them, but she respected those who did. She felt the need to pay her respects to this young man. She quickly affirmed that the dragon was indeed deceased before approaching the young man. Upon reaching him, she was suprised to learn that it wasn't snow or frost that covered his hair. His hair was a pure white. Not white as an elder would have, but a soft, silky white. She knelt beside the man who had slain a dragon, and held his head and her lap. She took his cold hand in hers, and began a prayer. That prayer was interrupted by something very unexpected. A pulse. Lirian had to double check to make sure she didn't imagine it. But no, this young man was alive! Lirian thought frantically on what to do. She had brought people back from the brink of death before, but never had she treated a wound this serious. All of the healing potions and nirnroot in Skyrim couldn't save this one. Perhaps death would be a savior for him. If he lives, he'll be hunted for the rest of his days. No. I have to do something. She threw back her hood, brown hair fluttering in the cool breeze. Snow continued to fall softly on her skin. She casted Grand Healing, and focused as hard as she could. Slowly, the wounds started to close. But Lirian couldn't keep up a spell that strong for so long. Her energy drained, she stopped casting. The wounds had started the seal, but he still felt cold. He was still dying. She took out her Scroll of Grand Healing. She had been saving it, but she could think of no better time to use it than now. When she had finished casting, she knelt back down beside him and held his head. He felt warmer, at least a little. She took out a spare cloak she had and wrapped him in it, hopefully it would keep him warm. His wounds had faded to scars, but little could be done about those. She had done what she could. If nothing else, she had at least made his final moments more comfortable. She continued to pray for him, and after some time, his breathing returned to normal. He would live. Upon hearing a dragon's roar, Lirian rose. She shouldn't be seen with him. He'd wake soon, and hopefully he'd have enough strength to leave this place. She put on her hood, and left hurriedly. She had made it a few dozen meters in the woods, and took one last look at the one she saved. He was standing now, but looked unsteady. He looked around wildly, he probably wasn't expecting to wake up. He looked to the slain dragon, and up the the mountains as another dragon roared. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't handle another fight without rest. He vanished into thin air. Lirian couldn't afford the time to wonder how he had done that. She knew such magic existed, she had seen it daily at the College. But with so little strength... As Lirian hustled to put some distance between herself and the dragons, a voice, a female one, whispered in her ear. Windhelm, it said. Lirian knew her next destination. Grihff whistled at that. "Hell Kelsier, that's quite a mission. Masks, weapons, and an actual Elder Scroll?" He chuckled softly. "I'm in." Kelsier smiled.

Go for it! I wasn't planning on using him anymore, so he's all yours!

Wonderful! We could always use more people!

Definitely interested!