Citadel16

((yes, yes we do.))

speaking of nerds. would you like to slay some evil today?

((We should probably have this topic be a place for questions and organizing, seeing how that is really all that's been happening. the actual RP might be better to have in the RP thread)) ((oh and btw im totally in. TO ARMS, KNIGHTBLOOD(S)!!!))

HE IS!! burn him! burn him at the stake!

a bit of a subject change, but does anyone think it would be a good idea to have a topic summarizing what happened in each RP? I would think that it would make it easier for people to join. although nothing beats reading the funtimes. OOH! OOH! Funtimes should make her own magazine! that might open up a whole list of fun times. wait a second...

THE KNIGHTBLOOD GUILD!! Dedicated to destroying evil, wherever it may lie. We are the Knightbloods. Guardians of the shard. We were Mistborn We were Radiants We were Awakeners We were Elantrians Now forgo the past, take up the sentient blade! And slay some evil today!! First choose your weapon, new recruits. place it in your signature and choose a name for it that is adjectivenoun(i.e. nightblood, furystorm, wetdog.) and give it a command. (i.e destroy nighthound, theorize everything) second. theorize about the sentient blade Nightblood, corrupt investiture, and such. participate in RP's and the general thread. be part of the shard. third, your sword speaks in italicised so make sure it happens. often. Warmaster: Warriormark16, wielder of Furystorm Original members: Warriormark16, Anamaximder, wielder of Valiantking and Chickenplague wielder of Plainsnake the wild. official shipper of blades: CarolaDavar wielder of lightsketch

well, the cookies around here are spiced with hemalurgy. so tell us a few things, what do you like to do?

another one! when it comes to the shard, when offered cookies, just say NO! welcome to the shard!

DONT TAKE THE COOKIES!! did I say that too loud? anyway welcome to the shard. here is your first upvote.

AND DONE!!

Antimatter walked into a bar. Antimatter thought that was funny, because if antimatter had actually touched the bar it would have exploded into a twenty-three-ish megaton blast that would have leveled the entire countryside, killing millions in an instant and theoretically making the entire state of Oregon uninhabitable by humans. That was funny. Right? To phrase it differently an epic who called himself Antimatter walked into a rather respectable establishment that only watered down its drinks by about seventy percent. A Blasting miracle that was these days. The guy Antimatter was looking for was where he always was, at the counter, doing his best to flirt without using his powers. The guy was barely reliable half the time, and Antimatter was beginning to wonder if keeping him around was worth the trouble. Anyway, he said something offensive, and the girl he was chatting with stormed off, a look of disgust on her face. That was usually how a conversation with Harkness went. Harkness however wasn’t done for the evening. He turned to the women on his right and with a big grin began to say: “Hi! I’m Jack-“ That was as far as he got. Antimatter grabbed Harkness’s head and a surge of light exploded in the air where he had been sitting. Just as fast as it had arrived, the light faded and neither Harkness nor the chair he’d been sitting on were anywhere to be seen. Which was a pity, it had been a fine looking chair. “Out,” Antimatter said in a loud voice, and the entire bar cleared, except the bartender, whom Antimatter had ordered to stay as he’d tried to leave. “Well that was well done now wasn’t it?” Antimatter turned around to see Harkness- yes, Harkness, whom he had removed from existence just moments ago-strutting towards him in his “swag” clothing. Which basically was his term for a fedora and dark sunglasses, which he claimed went with everything else he wore. “What’d you do this time? Roar like a lion? Or did your stench scare them away?” Antimatter resisted the urge to incinerate him again. He seemed to do that a lot these days. Better to avoid establishing habits. “What do you know,” Antimatter said through gritted teeth “about the Epics in this region?” “Well, Astoria is kinda’ a screwy place.” He said “Who do you want to know about?” Antimatter absently cracked his neck. Some people, or rather, some epics would have turned, looked at him creepily and smiled. Antimatter wasn’t one for smiling. “You know which one of them.” Lockheed. A rather dense slontze, or so Antimatter remembered. Both literally and figuratively. Unfortunately for Lockheed, he was on his list, the list Antimatter made once the group he was part of betrayed him and put a hollow point slug in his head. Antimatters list had fifteen people on it. Every last one an epic that had once followed and eventually betrayed him. For money, of all things under Calamity. Regardless, they were all scattered now, off to follow some poor fool or rule their own little fiefdom on the edge of hell. Lockheed however was a wanderer, moving around wherever the wind took him. Antimatter was hunting those types first, as they would be harder to find the more Antimatter lost track of them. Antimatter was sitting in a dark alley, one connected to a main road. The building next to him was another bar, one that Lockheed frequently visited in the evenings. So Antimatter sat, a rag sheet draped over his back that he had killed a beggar for. Not on purpose though, it had kinda’ just… happened. The details were not important. What was important was when Lockheed stepped in front of the alleyway, Antimatter was already lunging at him reaching for his throat with bare fingers, no epic powers, not yet. He needed to see his face first. “Yah!” he flung himself backwards, avoiding Antimatter’s grip, instead stumbling to the cold street at his feet. Antimatter raised his hand, palm upward. A small light flickered there, pulsating, almost the same rhythm as Antimatter’s heartbeat. It was a simple trick, really. Antimatter could change the size of the explosions he caused. Making them smaller also gave them a faster recharge rate. Enough for a steady light similar to the flickering of a candle. Thing was it illuminated Antimatter’s face. Lockheed’s eyes widened “You!” he climbed to his feet, “You’re dead!” “I am dead,” Antimatter said, twisting his palm out towards him. “You’ve just joined me.” Drama is so sparking useful when scaring the crap out of someone who had killed you before. Few people realized this. “The hell I am.” There was a buzz in the air, and the ground cracked as Lockheed shot into the air at sonic speeds. Antimatter grunted and activated his secondary power, immediately Lockheed’s flight path was lit up in yellow, along with a red line that was what Antimatter could calculate to be his next move. To dive into the ground at Mach speed a mere three feet from him. Lockheed’s powers came in two parts. One: he could fly at Mach speeds with an immediate acceleration to his top speed and two: the faster he went, the denser he becomes. Both literally and figuratively. Antimatter dove to the side just as Lockheed hit the ground with the force of a meteorite. Coming up in a roll, antimatter blocked pieces of rock from his face with the hem of his jacket. He spun to face the other epic. Lockheed looked around his little crater, as if he was wondering why there was no blood or Antimatter pancake lying on the ground. “Three years and you’re just as stupid as ever.” Antimatter thrust out his hand. The explosion was as deafening as it was blinding. It flared out from his outraised hand. Ripping in every direction at once except towards him. Then with a sound like rushing wind it snapped back into Antimatter’s hand. Then with another deafening roar, the trapped energy slammed into Lockheed in a torrent of energy. It was over in an instant. Antimatter blinked, everything was black from the flash. Normally he would be wearing sunglasses, and it would be brighter outside, but… Ouch. His eyes adjusted, slowly. The ground where Lockheed had been standing was bright red. Lockheed himself was nowhere to be found. Because he’d died. Nine names to go…

okay! i'm ready to post. any tips before I do?

did you know the mantis shrimp can hit things with its foreclaws with the same acceleration of a .22 caliber rifle? to put that into perspective, if you could throw a baseball at a tenth of that speed it would go into orbit.

dragons are misunderstood too, but I wouldn't want to stab myself with one.

OH! sorry. *Sends PM* there you go! anything else? I will post later today if everything runs smoothly.

both are hard to understand. why is the font so small? a small font is like a knife in your rear... tire

Ive noticed a lack of question asking topics in the main RP page. I thought this might be useful for people asking about new and old RPs, like which to join or what to create. questions? would anybody mind an RP based off of groups like the Dark alley and knights awkward. (church of Wayne anyone?)

I like it. it definitely sounds Sanderson-y.

wow. but im afraid you're a few years late on that. the idea was patented by the GEICO cavemen.

hah! look up "tree octopus".

I suggest only using it for barbeque.

okay... I'm about to join Astoria... anything you guys want to say before I join? edit: I will be posting at 10:50 (in twenty minutes) AM today, so speak now or forever hold your peace.

really, really aren't. I just wanted to put this out here because this could be the name of my autobiography. feel free to join me in pointing out flawed plans and things that you almost said but didn't. things that you would have posted if it weren't for that thing we call uncertainty. because in a place where everyone's an idiot... ...no one is.