Citadel16

just move to Utah.

that, young sharder, is somewhat normal around here. you'll fit in great!! Would you like to slay some evil today? and I will leave the cookie notifications to the light.

I don't often hit the quota unless I'm on for an extended time. I've hit sixty... three times? something like that. and I just hit the 10 quota.

Hey seeing how you don't want a cookie, would you rather slay some evil today?

Bold thing to say... bold indeed.

*shivers* go here... ...for nightmares.

the universe as we know it is annihilated. don't mess with the RAFOs. I wish for the universe to reassemble into its original form.

its hard to tell, but that picture is Italicized sure it is. it is, and nothing you say will change it.

without padding, they are really hard on your rear end. A screenshot is like Braize...

one of them is french and probably likes toast. finding a mine in your potato field is kinda like...

um... that was the consequence. if you mess around with investiture sucking swords you will probably end up as dead as cotton candy made of baby. sigh... this is what reading the church of wayne stuff makes you write. well! in any case we are not responsible for loss of investiture followed by death in any way shape or form. that my friends is true freedom.

Join the cause! ... we have talking swords and a kickback from the caffeine industry.

therefore the document should say that all interpretations of any kind can only be confirmed by the writer in an Alley of Law. all other interpretations and/or loopholes can be challenged by the mighty Blades of the Knightbloods and company.

what is time but a moment? what is a moment but a movement? and what is a movement but energy? and what is energy but an overused english word that means seven different things at the same time? errrr, I mean... Would you like to slay some evil today?

wait, if someones grammer is wrong, can I kill them to avenge their grammer? no. especially since you misspelled grammar.

At least you dont have a blade commanded to avenge wrong. was that an insult? well in that case, banana brains, i accept your challenge. no. I wasnt! Don't. just, don't but you... nevermind. kynedath if you torture your spren i will- dont threaten people, Furystorm. it's not right. im not threatening... im promising! Dont do that either, I usually have to clean up the messes you make of people when you make promises.

Mark found the city fourteen days of travel. It was huge. Dark stone buildings reached towards the sky and a massive wall, reaching towards the sky a hundred feet in the air, stretching out around it. The city was so massive that he couldn’t see the curve of it. It made him feel uneasy Behind you! Marks instinct, ones he never quite understood how he had, kicked in and he dove to the side, just as a crash split the morning silence. He came up rolling to face the creature. It was terrifying. As big as a horse, but with thicker, stubbier legs and flat, wrinkly black snout. Curved tusks protruding from his mouth. Multiple metallic disks seemed to be set into the creatures tan fur. Draw me Mark looked down to the blade on his belt. He had realized by now that the sword was the one who talked to his mind. Which, for some reason, didn’t surprise him in the least. The creature pawed at the ground like a bull. Snorting, the creature charged him again and Mark was forced to dive away again. As he did, he felt something tug sharply at his belt. Draw me! Mark again reached for the sword, but the sword was gone. He spun to see it at the feet of the creature. Draw Me! Mark dove towards the side again as the creature charged. But he did so too slow and the creatures tusks sliced open his sides like a white hot razor blade. He growled in pain. DRAW ME! On instinct, which he couldn’t understand, Mark spun to face the blade on the ground, putting his back to the monster. He stretched out his hand to the sword. His gauntlets felt strange... as if they were emptying of something. The sword shot towards his hand, the sheath flying off midway, and it smacked firmly into his hand. Instantly Mark was filled with lightning hot rage that seemed to course through his body in a furious current. Pain like that of being shocked ran up through his arm and Lightning, bright and dark at seemingly the same time, exploded from the blade as mark spun and slammed it into the creatures face. The creatures face jerked into the air with incredible force, lifting it up so only its hind legs touched the ground. It came back down, landing on its front paws, snarling. Mark struck again, swinging up in an arc, flinging the creature on to its side. Something was wrong. The strange “emptying” of the gauntlets had increased dramatically when he had taken up the sword. They felt… almost empty. Mark leaped for the creature, who remained sprawled on the ground thrashing its legs. He brought the Blade up. And slammed it point first into the things body. Drop me. The sword said. He did. Immediately a fatigue came over Mark, so powerful it almost caused him to fall over. His shoulders slumped as he steadied himself against a boulder. Your stores of investiture are depleted, the sword said. It had a hard voice, but almost in a friendly way. Like a stern father. You need more in order to touch me again. You’ll need to drain the creature. Place your hand on its side. “Who…” Mark started. ”What are you?” I will tell you after you do this. “What do I need to do?” Put your hand on the creature’s side, the sword repeated. The rest will happen by instinct. Mark didn’t move for a moment, then nodded and half strode, half stumbled to the weak creature, its breathing now labored. He noted the first strike to the creatures face. It had been cleaved in two. Its entire face was covered in burns, blood seeped from some of them but most had been burned to a crisp. Mark marveled at how the creature could have possibly survived that wound which should have been immediately fatal. Mark placed his hand against the creatures hide. And at first he felt nothing. Then he felt something… deeper. A power. Resting within the creature. He drew on it and immediately gasped. It surged into him, a powerful torrent of reviving energy. He growled and with a burst of focus, poured the power into his gauntlets. They drew it up like a sponge. His fatigue vanished and he felt better. After what seemed to be a long time the flow stopped and with a start he noticed that the monster had turned grey and had shriveled up like a grape left out in the sun. Mark stepped back and felt himself shiver once. He turned away from the drained creature, he felt abnormally calm, as if he’d always done this and it was nothing special to worry about. Much like his unearned instincts. Mark went and collected the metal sheath and, careful not to touch the blade directly, slid it back into its sheath. Congratulations. The sword said. You won. “What are you?” mark asked again. I am Furystorm, the second sentient object, avenger of wrong and your chosen Blade. The Blade of a Knightblood.

I would say harry potter but I think that's the wrong universe.

sour, if you drop them in a thing of mustard. I am a banana...

or do you? perhaps you are being controlled by ruin?

Are you sure you're not Brandon Sanderson? what about Patrick Rothfuss? because that post was rather beautifully written and may or may not have caused me to tear up a little. I have to agree with Kobold. I liked the way it was. but I also understand the misinterpretation of the upvote system. people do the same things on websites like twitter and facebook, they see the amount of "likes" as a badge of honor, as proof that they are someone in this world. I can see the point of having a quota, but I also think ten is very little and can inhibit and clog the forums because everyone is so busy telling each other how much they "like" a post. however, I do trust the judgments of the admin. if they think something is wrong enough that they have to go and change the whole system then there must be a very agreeable reason. thank you.

hello! would you like to slay some evil today? where he walks, the darkness follows, hiding in the alleys and streets, in the shadows and wind, they follow. they call him bold, foolish, and aggressive. they said where he went the hounds followed. but little do they know that when the light leaves, darkness has no choice but to gleefully take the ground he once tread and follow him on his lonely journey home. -me

the knightbloods have no disclaimers other than we are not responsible for losses in investiture from any source, nor the consequences thereof. that being said, Would you like to slay some evil today? and welcome to the shard!

all this talk of spikes and cookies when all you really need is the Blade. Would you like to slay some evil today? regardless of your choice, welcome to the shard!

hey guys! I got a picture that will be Furystorm