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Assassin in Burgundy

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  1. OMG SAME. You know you're a Sanderfan when your friend runs in a race and you make a sign saying "Pretend you're Bridge Four." And as a side note, he won that race.
  2. Hi, and welcome to the Shard! We're basically the best community on the Internet, so no worries. If you need anything, don't be afraid to PM me. Also, I feel the same, in that I don't know anyone who's read Brandon's books IRL. And as a general precaution, don't take the cookies. They'll Ruin your life. (Capitalization intended.)
  3. I'm probably the only middle-schooler on this site, on account of finishing WoK in fourth grade. What books of BS have you read, and do you know about the Cosmere?
  4. Welcome! And trust me, I know how you feel. This account is my fourth attempt at making one. Have you read any non-Cosmere works?
  5. @Quiver @Edgedancer From what I understand, Florist is pretty nonviolent as Epics go. For the most part, he wishes things were peaceful so he could tend to his garden, basically the only thing he really cares about. And so if stuff invades/hurts his garden, that's when he goes all Epic and stuff.
  6. I'm getting spikes? RECKONERS IS COSMERE RECKONERS IS COSMERE RECKONERS IS COSMERE
  7. Wait... What? (I'm kidding. Please don't hurt me)
  8. Apparently they're all French or something. Like Kelsier should be pronounced Kellseeay, Vin should be Vahn, and Elend should be Eeleend or something.
  9. White Sand, Shadows of Self, Bands of Mourning, and Arcanum Unbounded came out. 'Nuf said.
  10. No. If you were an Epic I'd be too busy trying to find other people from Brandon's books, e.g. Radiants, Mistborn, Returned, et cetera.
  11. I've been noticing that blue line in between random posts. Is there a purpose for this, or is it a glitch?
  12. First post ever. Feedback appreciated. Edit: It's on the very bottom. Sorry for inconvenience.
  13. So last year, we were planning to go to Zion National Park for spring break. About half a week before the trip, we learned my grandma had fallen and had to undergo surgery she wasn't expected to survive. So we had to change plans and go to her. While we were on the way, a wheel of our car almost fell off on the highway, and we couldn't replace it for another week or so. So we had to rent a car and drive the rest of the way. Oh and my mom lost her wallet with her credit card along the way. So yeah.
  14. I was looking for wifi this morning when...
  15. First post ever on this RP. Hope I don't screw it up. Florist sat cross legged in the middle of serenity. His plants grew all around him, their green leaves casting shadows all around the clearing. Outside, a war was raging. But inside, there was peace. He sighed. Why can't all people be like this? He thought. Epics and vanillas fought over food and supplies. Both were complete idiots. They would rather shed blood over a limited supply of necessities then take the time to simply grow their own. Fruit trees, to grow food. Certain herbs, to heal the wounds caused by pointless fighting. Idiots, Florist thought. He heard a whirring, and then a shatter. Florist turned, and hissed, a feral, animal sound. One of the bombs that had been launched had landed, tearing through his trees and plants. He scrambled backward, putting distance between the device of chaos that had shattered the peace in his garden. He went onto his knees, not breaking eye contact with the bomb, and dug his hand into the ground, scooping up soil. Florist was reminded of a song he had learned when he was younger, before Calamity. This is the Law of the Jungle. He held up his hand, and gazed into the mound of soil. A small vine sprouted, fueled by his powers. As old and as true as the sky. The vine grew, twisting, splitting, and speared the ground, runners splitting out from the vine, towards the bomb. The wolf that shall keep it may prosper. The vines crawled across the ground, sinuous and silent. It reached the device, and wrapped around it. But the wolf that shall break it must die. The vines split again and again, encasing the bomb. They constricted, and crushed it with an audible crunch. As the creeper that strangles the tree trunk. Florist was not done. The roots of the vine sank deep into the ground, and pulled the hunk of metal into the ground. The Law runneth forward and back. The ground swallowed the remnant of the bomb. All that was left was a scar of fresh dirt, where chaos had touched his peace. For the strength of the pack is the wolf. Florist wasn't strong enough. If he wanted peace for his garden, he could not do it alone. He would need help. And the strength of the wolf- He let the soil in his hand drop. He would help the City Guard. He stood up, and strode out of his garden. There was chaos outside, but there was also hope. -Is the pack.
  16. I understand that, and also that there would be loose ends that were never mentioned again, but I really liked some of the characters.
  17. This was pretty good. I just wish that literally everyone didn't die at the end.
  18. Hi, welcome to the Shard! If you're confused by the SE rules, don't worry. They make it sound a lot more complicated then it actually is. Just sign up for the next game; it won't be a baptism by fire. Hope to see you around!
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