Master Elodin

So, with Vin pre-Ascension and a bunch of spikes in Iron Man.. remember a certain Shard who wanted to keep Vin alive? The one that created Hemalurgy?

Ok, that makes more sense.

That's fair.

Some sort of biological weapon? Neutron bomb?

Seeing as that was noted pretty recently, I would assume so. Also, Bard, the fact that you can't lynch someone doesn't mean that you should try harder.

Beware: RP incoming. Ba’alzamon stepped through the streets of Drell's Crossing, looking around at the common folk walking in the streets. He knew their faces, but not from here. He has glimpsed each one of them in Tel’Aran’Rhiod, the World of Dreams. Last night he went there in flesh, and when he came back he found a few scraps of wolf fur on his bed, and his door was wide open. This was disquieting for him, of course, but not as much as being detained the night before that was. Again, he had let his name slip and he ended up in a cell with a gag and blindfold on him before he could say “Bloody ashes!”. After he explained his situation to the Whitecloak he had been allowed to leave, but some suspicion remained on him for that reason. He told the other townspeople and they agreed for the most part. It was almost certain that the perpetrator had been a servant of the Shadow until another Whitecloak claimed, but so far Ba’alzamon had seen no golden sunburst from that man. Now though, as he walked through the streets of Drell's Crossing, he saw a tendril of white fog curl around a corner, along with a muted cackle. Fain! He hurried after the fog, but a beggar on the street stuck out his foot and he tripped. He turned, but the beggar was gone as well, and the strange white mist had nearly dissipated. He strolled over to a vendor selling apples, and looked at them hungrily. He had no money, as the Whitecloak had taken it all, and stealing now would probably get him executed with the state of affairs in this town. No matter, he thought, there's always another way. He had glimpsed her in Tel’Aran’Rhiod once, and she had the sense of a fledgling Dreamwalker around her. He walked to the front of the stall and asked “How much does an apple cost?” The vendor gave him a suspicious look, but responded “Three copper's normally, but it's one if you have any gossip that an Aes Sedai might be interested in.” Ah, so she’s an informant. “Hmm. How about none and a guided tour of Tel’Aran’Rhiod?” She gasped. “Is that what it was? I thought I had seen you before… no! The World of Dreams is a place of the Shadow, and I will not walk in the Dark.” He was offended, slightly. He got this all the time from fools who couldn't look past a name or power. “That's what they all say. The Whitecloaks, the townsfolk, even the.. less savory denizens of the World of Dreams.” “Like who?” She had asked the wrong question, Ba’alzamon thought. The Dark Lord himself had cursed his name, albeit ironically. “Moghedien, Lanfear and Rahvin, to name a few. By the way, I believe I haven't introduced myself properly yet. My name is Ba’alzamon, and it's very nice to meet you.” she screamed and 'sped away from him, pushing aside a group of gullible-looking townsfolk in the process. People turned to him inquisitively and he shrugged. “I think she was trying to take my apples. I had let slip that they were from the court's of Cairhien, and I was a lord in disguise. Oh. Whoops.” The gossip-hungry people rushed forward, for some reason not doubting a word that he said. Funnily enough, it was slightly true. He had been a lord for a while, under a pseudonym, but his lordship had not lasted long. A player of the Great Game of Houses had a Whitecloak contact and soon uncovered his secret. He still knew enough to spin believable lies out of truth however, pausing at times and gesturing towards his satchel, which was quickly growing full of copper, silver and occasionally a gold piece or two. He was going along just fine until he saw a golden sunburst pendant lying on one of the shirts of the peasanta. Then another, and another. As they slowly advanced towards him, he pulled a mixture of herbs out of his satchel and stuffed them into his mouth. In seconds, he fell asleep. He awoke in Tel’Aran’Rhiod feeling bored, so he decided to mess around a bit. With a thought he created an army to rival Artur Hawkwing's, and brought them to the edge of Shayol Ghul. He then made them and him invisible and quieted their movements. About one hundred paces from where he was standing he saw two people conversing. As he got closer, he saw their faces. Graendal and the boy who claimed to be the Dragon, Rand al’Thor. He saw Rand's face grow dull and then brighten again. Ba’alzamon could easily see that Graendal was Compelling him, the one Weave that he didn't have to be an Aes Sedai to see. All that's required to see that one is a bit of logic and common sense. Rand and Graendal walked side by side, and Ba’alzamon could see that within moments Rand would be bound to the Shadow and never return. He could not let that happen. He reached out to the mind of the young boy and gave it a little nudge, shaking Rand out of his stupor. Rand suddenly blinked and looked around, a look of confusion on his face until he saw Graendal. He screamed with rage and conjured up two spears of balefire. He threw them at Graendal, but she dodged them both and quickly disappeared, looking as 'shocked as Rand did by the sudden turnaround. It was that moment that Ba’alzamon chose to reveal himself, and walked up to Rand. “Hello. I 'see the stories about you are true.” “Oh, you have no idea. Thank you for saving me, but please, stay out of matters that are none of your business.” Ba'alzamon’s temper flared. How dare this young man, no matter how much power he had, be angry with him for saving his life? “Well I'm very sorry-” Rand cut him off, “Thank you for apologizing, but I think that I will be on my way now.” Rand vanished quicker than a puff of smoke. “Bloody ashes, that boy is a pain!” Ba’alzamon exclaimed. I wonder if thi's is all just a cruel joke played on us by the Creator, 'sending us this arrogant and abrasive excuse for a leader. Well, whatever the reason for the boy’s abrasiveness, he had other plans. He marched his army to the place in the real world where the Trollocs and Myrddraal were fighting the Shienarans and instructed them to swing at any flicker of a beast. Within an hour they had killed five hundred Trollocs with zero casualties. He then left his army with their orders and woke himself up, popping back into existence in the town of Drell’s Crossing. It was nearly night then, and there were no longer people in the square. Carefully, jumping at any sound, he made his way back to his home, where he triple-locked the doors before sitting down. That was a rough day, he thought as he walked over to the kitchen. He set down a plate and grabbed a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese from the cupboard. It was going to be a simple and lonely dinner for him. As he contemplatively chewed his bread, he started to write. He wrote pages and pages of anything and everything in his head, and then burned it all. Now for the one thing that i’ll keep. He grabbed a fresh piece of paper and started writing an analysis of the situation in the city. He would share it with the villagers once he was done, but for now he had to sleep without Dreaming and rest. Still here for a little while, so if there's something you want me to say, ask. Preferably with a mention. Also, yay, RP!

Wow, this is a really slow thread. Can someone do an alignment or role reveal and stir these folks up? Also, I just realized, Lopen, are you Jak-of-the-Shadows? The name is just too... um.. implicating.

I just like the normal system. It's widely used, so friendly to newcomers and comfortable and familiar. The highlight seems a little overwhelming. If I were a GM I would count both highlight and color.

Yeah, and there's one special one that's glowing and trying to cancel out the other ones (voidspren) but in the end it turns out that they all serve a purpose (he's broken so he can be invested in).

Then why are they there? And how are they known? This doesn't make sense to me. EDIT: Also, please try not to double or triple post. If you need to add something, edit it in.

@STINK Yes.

Actually, I'm Xailen Davar, but that's beside the point. I've been less active lately because my teachers all gave me a bunch of last minute assignments.

He's Stink. He tried to convince me that fifty people PMd him and they were all insane.

But that's the amazing part! You have to figure it out! Do you know what who she is? EDIT: In the movie she was Glittery Swamp Lady.

To use an equally ridiculous and cliche expression, you have rapier wit.

WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT ONE. *grumbles something about cutting to Durza on a bat*EDIT: Also, WHAT THE STORMS DID THEY DO TO ANGELA?

How many do you guys think they have left?

Just redo the code entirely I guess?

Action 1: Try for a Heir. Action 2: Build roads.

Oh, sorry. I had no item to begin with.

By starting it. It's not something I would vote on you for, and this discussion isn't very productive so let's drop it.

I find an immediate vote slightly suspicious, yes.

Seriously? One is ok, two is fine, but three is too much. I think that one of you is an eliminator.

Wow. This thread is a lot calmer than it was yesterday.

I know. My point still stands.