Nashan’Elin

It looks like the Double Eye of the Almighty to me

Ooh, and now I'm a Ghostblood! Strangely, this new rank gives me a dislike for Jasnah Kholin. Not good.

Oh yeah, those guys. Thanks!

They probably didn't go out of business easily, it must just have been unnoticed. Stores not making as much as they cost to maintain, etc.

Adding on to the Heraldic Insanity thing: are the Herald's madnesses related at all to the characteristics of the Ten Fools?

What is an Envisager? I forgot, and thus can no longer have my Professional Sanderfan badge.

In the musical I'm in, we finally starting working with the band! We'd been just rehearsing with a piano and recordings for music, so it's a big improvement! They are kinda quiet right now but after rehearsal, two of the members broke out into a impromptu jazz session, so that was fun

Yes! I'm really hopeful for this. And, really, the bar is set pretty low for WoT TV adaptions. (Lookin' at you, 5-minute terrible clip!) Anything they do has to be better than that.

"Yes, well, none of us can really die, can we? Technically, we could kill each other, but that just takes all sorts of effort and lots of nonsense, which would just be subverted the next second, anyways. Since we're basically immortal and nigh-on omnipotent, lobbing around battleaxes and supernovas and such is a good way to keep us occupied, and have a bit of powerful fun that can't we had in weaker dimensions."

Just posted! In regards to the headmistress thing, was it ever clarified (in the actual RP thread) that the new headmistress wasn't McGonagall? Couldn't we just assume it's her? (I kept my post from mentioning that, just to be safe.)

As David made his way into the Great Hall, he slowed for just a minute to appreciate the grandeur of the place. While he wasn't usually awed by such... cosmetic uses of magic, there was something about coming in to the Great Hall after a break that was just... breathtaking. Snapping back to reality, David walked over towards the Slytherin table, dropping down into a seat with a happy sigh. It's good to be back. He ignored the preparations for the Sorting Ceremony, choosing instead to glance around for any of his friends. He didn't see any of them yet, but then again, they were always late. Guess I'll just watch the Sorting, then. Not much else to do until the food arrives.

"I guess it's not, no. This thread has had weirder, really. But now that we're taking a bit of a fight break, what do we do?"

Nashan sighs as the battleaxe lands in his skull with a solid thunk. "Seriously, kenod? I didn't even insult tea out loud, you just read my mind and went from there? Now I'll have to spend maybe 5 seconds fixing my hair. Rude." He proceeds to pull the axe out of his head, set it on the ground, and fix his hair.

"Well, now, that's a weird story. This thread, as a whole, is the continuation of a battle I had with Elodin in someone's introduction thread. It made its way into its own thread, with the sole purpose of becoming a giant battle. I can't remember the purpose of the original fight... Maybe Hemalurgy? I got some great spikes out of it, and some not-as-great spikes, too. Who knew you could Hemalurgically steal earlobe size?" Nashan sips some coffee, since he believes tea to be for the weak.

Should I just time-skip from the train to the Great Hall, since in my last post my character was still on the train?

I could care less, because I do care! ()

So I could have sworn that I'd seen or posted this in this topic before, but a quick search came up with something so I'm just gonna go with it. The incorrect phrase "I could care less" is a pet peeve for me. It's become so common, but people mean that they COULDN'T care less! Saying it the other way just doesn't make sense!

"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” -C.S. Lewis

I finally finished the latest chapter of a fanfic I've been putting off working on for almost exactly ten months. At least I finally got that chapter done, no more of that hanging over my head!

"Don't worry, Frost, it was nothing. Have you heard of the Bands of Mourning? Imagine that, but combined with some other Shardic weirdness."

Nashan looks at his cards, the Pits of Hathsin giftcard, and the spear sticking out of his side, and shrugged. "I have to admit, Xanas, you really make that deck work. I have no idea how you did it, which I suppose is somewhat the point, but wow. Color me impressed." His skin then shifts to the color impressed. Nashan pulls the spear from his side and breaks off the head. He offers it back to Frost, now filled with the Allomantic and Feruchemical powers of the metals and alloys created by the alloying of the 16 base metals, Atium, and Ambition's theoretical metal. He then leaves to go check out the Pits of Hathsin bookstore, looking for a copy of Kelsier's autobiography.

Nashan cracks his neck, cracks his back, cracks his fingers and toes, each one individually, and grins devilishly. With a quick strike against the air, he shatters reality in a perfect sphere around @frost, sending shards of broken universes swirling in a maelstrom around her. With that said, he turns to face Xanas. (@18th Shard) "Now then, my many-referencing friend, I have a question: you really prefer to make your decks with the criticisms of a frog? That's an interesting and unusual choice, really. I would choose the praises of a tortoise, really, though I may be biased in that regard. Anyways, if you don't mind me joining this little game..." Nashan pulls a small stack of cards from behind Xanas's ear, and looks through them quickly. "I play Garrulous Glutton first, which eats the Knight's sandwich. Next, I'll use Send to the Dark Dimension, causing a time loop." Nashan blinks into the leading edge of a highstorm, collects a bit of dust, and uses it to make a small bit of clay, which is turned into a cup. He fills the cup with water, and after giving the water to a rather blue chaos entity, turns back through the dimensional rip to face Xanas. "Draw four."

"Kenod, please. Just a duralumin-enhanced Steelpushed sniper bullet would be enough. But firing the whole sniper? That's just cruel to the poor guy."

Looks like we have nine people willing to try again, if I count correctly. Do you think that's enough, everyone? And should we keep going from wherever we left off, or..?

It doesn't matter whether she was important to the narrative, she was a fun character to read! Besides, we could just start the RP over if necessary.