ShadowLord_Lith

@Sunbird, awesome photos!!!!! @TwiLyghtSansSparkles, you guys introduced me to night-vale a month ago or so; I'm on episode 100. I don't believe that there is such a thing as "too much" nightvale. Or mountains. Or a dog-park. Or the fluffy white things over our heads, for that matter.

Rhymes with plum-is purple- purple guy- FNAF! (storming FNAF, corrupting every aspect of my life.)

My superpowers are: The ability to have near-perfect empathy, Instantly create and simulate the personality of fictional characters inside my head at will, The ability to have conversations with people who aren't me inside my head(not living people, but the fictional ones previously mentioned), The amazing ability to not be in a mental hospital for the afore-mentioned conversations, and finally: the ability to make leaps in judgment that normal human beings would never, ordinarily, make until they were much, much older. (Example, if desired. Emojis represent the emotions felt at the time. This is a real example; this actually happened.)

Before we fall, Into the gall, That here surrounds Such bitter thrall, And ever shall, We without mal- -Eficence; be.

Stormlight archive:

Oh... okay.

What are the movies you have made! I wish to view them!

It awesome. The only advise I could give has already been mentioned, so I just want to say that this is amazing.

Nice!

You mentioned lithomancy, so I looked it up and discovered that it's the art of casting stones to diviner the future. I apologize for the impersonation. The story was just a random impulse. I apologize for the complete lack of reasonable connectivity between the two.

Thanks to this, I now know that I've been masquerading as a diviner of the future for quite some time now. Quite by accident, I assure you. To all those diviners of the future who have noticed and remained silent, I apologize. Also: THIS IS THE FEELS!!! I apologize to all those with extreme empathy problems.

Shae froze, as he'd been told to do. Then he focused on the bow. He had his daggers hidden again in an eye-blink and stood up straight. He'd been noticed and given the chance to not get shot. Any wolf or friend of theirs would've recognized him and shot him on sight. He didn't move forward; after all, he'd been told, by someone not an enemy, to stay where he was. "I'm Shae, forgive me for sneaking up on you, but I was a little wary, as could be expected in this vast waste between villages. What brings yours here to the endless roads beyond the blight?" He asked, using a calming, inquisitive voice. He tried to deepen it just a bit to imply that he was older than he appeared to be. His eyes flickered over the group, cataloging things as if they were a pack he was hunting. The man had winced and was favoring his side, a recent injury then; there was a woman, most likely not dangerous, though she had a hawk that could outfly his knife throwing skills and the wretched ability that he himself had could be in her too. It could be in any of them, for that matter. There was another man on the ground next to the bowman, he seemed fairly average though his more developed musculature would make him more difficult to beat in a fair fight. Then there was the last man, a sword-arm. His blade was too distant to see, but Shae remembered the shape of it all too well. His father had owned such a blade, an heirloom from a great grandfather. The man was heron marked, deadly and fast; Shae needed to avoid a fight with him unless it was in an extremely favorable circumstance or unavoidable. He smiled then, trying to ease the groups minds. They were strangers, only recently met. When the archer had pulled up his bow, the others hadn't immediately reacted, implying either shock or surprise; neither of which occurred in a group that had seen battle together. Neither had they rushed to guard each-others backs, which would have happened in a true party. The bowman's injury was too fresh to be more than a day or two old, so they hadn't wound up together until after that.

Christwas love.

And so the floodgates have opened.

As he walked along the light forsaken road, Shae thought about what had brought him here. He'd never thought he'd be wandering the blight, much less be on a road beyond it. He cursed the wolves that had pushed him down this path. The memories made the fresh scars on his forearms and neck burn. The memories he'd summoned came to mind then, as clear as the day he'd made them. Shae ran, dodging around trees and releasing the two rats he kept in his pockets. They would distract some of the wolves. He'd attacked to large a pack, he'd only killed seven of them. The other five were hunting him, and he was losing ground. Shae cursed himself for not thinking to stay near a river or stream or something to cover his scent. As it was, the wolves would pick up on his trail very soon. A piercing howl ripped through the air, others soon joining it; they'd found his trail. Shae pushed himself faster, pushing his limits and making his legs scream and his chest burn from the effort. He pushed the sensations away and kept running; he deserved the pain anyway. The beast grew closer quickly, the sound of pursuit growing mere minutes after they had howled. Then sound of water drew his attention. He forced himself to move faster, hoping against hope that a river was ahead. There was. Shae was running hard, the river just coming into sight, when the first wolf jumped at him. It managed to hit him, though its howl of triumph gave him enough time to draw his knife. By then the others had caught up and blocked his way to the water, all the good it could do him now. He fell into a crouch, his blade ready. He'd take down these beasts, even if it killed him to do it. As they began to circle him, he noticed that there were only four. One was missing, which made no sense. The things hunted in packs, and usually everyone was in on the kill. Unless... Shae jumped at one of them, managing to clip it on the neck. He'd hit an artery, almost certainly, and the thing would die soon no matter what. He whipped around as the others jumped at him. Rolling to the left, he stabbed one in the side leaving a long, deep, gash. He hoped it'd bleed out. He backed away as the others began attempting to circle him. The one he'd cut on the neck was whimpering while the one he'd gotten on the side was limping, whines coming from its muzzle. The other two were wary of Shae now, carefully watching him for motion. They still weren't afraid, so they did have a fifth member, but where was it? A deep voice cut through the air, jolting shae's nerves and tightening his grip on his blade. "You've been killing wolves. Why?" Shae forced himself to stay in his stance, keeping his eyes on the wolves though he ached to face the man. The man wouldn't be holding a bow near wolves, and he sounded too far away to be an immediate threat. Shae asked a question rather than answer the man's. "They aren't attacking you. Why?" Silence filled the glade for a moment. The wolf Shae had scored on the neck began to slow, its eyes beginning drift closed, and the other one he'd hit was beginning to slow as well. He felt the urge to grin, though he repressed it. Eventually the man spoke, his voice angry. "You've killed one hundred and eighty-four of them in the past two years, another man might be impressed. I want to know why. Answer me now or they will attack and you will die." He sounded mad now, and certain of what he said. That meant he believed he would kill me. An assumption is a fatal mistake. Shae opened his mouth and said, "I kill them because they're creatures of the shadow. At least in my eyes." Shae slightly loosened his grip on the knife and tensed his muscles. "With that said, I think it's time you all died. Who cares why those beasts don't attack you..." Shae whipped around and threw the knife, catching the man in the eye and knocking him onto his back. " after all, there's no reason for a dog to the secrets of his betters." Then the wolves were on him, biting and scratching and trying to end his life. Shae wanted to let them, He wanted to finally have it all over-with. Unfortunately, his blood betrayed him yet again. I felt his bodies desperation pull at that raging torrent, that power he both despised and craved, filling him with a wonderful, sweet, beautiful sensation. Even as he used the power, Shae cursed himself and his blood. Fire, hungry and unquenchable, burst from his hands, the power flowing through the only woven path Shae knew and burning the wolves as he fought back. As fire licked their bodies and greedily feasted upon their skin, they lurched away from him, bowls and yips of pain coming from their mouths. The wolf he'd scored across the side attempted to stand and come at him, but could barely move. Shae walked over to the thing, standing over it with a pitiless expression. "Your probably terrified right now, I wouldn't blame you." Fire continued to flow across his clenched fists, slowly dying but still alight. The creature whined and attempted to push itself away. Shae knelt next to the creature and held his hand in front of his face, watching the fire dancing around his hand. "I hate your kind, you know." He said, a smile lightly touching his lips. Then he grimaced. "I will do my best to erase you all." He clenched his fist and rammed it down into the creatures chest, breaking bones and ripping through skin. The things entire body went rigid and a strange gurgling sound came from its throat as steam rose from the hole in its chest. Shae stood and walked away from the corpse. He'd been here too long. It was time to leave the place he'd called home for so long, otherwise more of the wolves allies would come. He couldn't dare be predictable; the wolves would win that way. He carefully left the area, stopping by his home to gather his belongings and wash the blood from his body. Then he'd left, heading north into the place known as the blight. As he came back to himself, he noticed a few black figures in the distance, one of them on horseback. He crouched and moved foreword more slowly, pulling out his knives. After the wolf friend he'd met, he had been much more wary of people. One could never be sure.

As far as I know, cultivation is closer to ruins opposite than preservation. After all, ruin is the destruction of something, while cultivation is the gradual creation of things. Preservation is simply keeping things as they are. Adding cultivation's shard might actually increase Sazed's overall balance, or rather, Harmony.

It's what I did. Just be careful and you should be fine.

Where does one become ponified?

Sounds great! Though since, as has been stated, we're all nomads, shouldn't the first few posts be either how we meet or right before we meet?

@CalypsoDreaming, SNOW?!? IN JAPAN!?!? WHICH AREA ARE YOU LIVING IN?! Seriously though, I've lived in Okinawa Japan, I understand the pain of leaving. I spent six of my fifteen years there, and it physically hurt to leave. Regardless, you still have years of incredible experiences ahead of you, most of them pleasant if not outright enjoyable. As for the cold, my problem was the opposite. While there isn't much advice I can give you, I can tell you that you'll be fine. You will adapt. Eventually. I wish I could help you more, butknow that you can keep in contact with your friends, so it's not a permanent separation, right?

I would never. Besides, due to my frequent bouts of inactivity, I couldn't warn someone about your delicious cookies, of which I have( de-spiked and then) sampled many times.

I've taken three or so if the tests that have been suggested to me on here. I got ENFP every time. Very strongly ENFP. ... It doesn't really surprise me...

I heard some people quoting "hamiltrash" over in the 'I'm so exited and I just can't hide it' thread. It sounded like improvised poetry to me, one person responding to the others rhymes, so I decided to try it out in this thread. The rules are simple, finish the poem in the previous post, then write about half of a new poem. If you guys get bored of poetry, it could develop into a riddle thread. Ask a riddle, see who gets the answer right. The person to get it right posts the next riddle. Let's see how long this thread survives, shall we? To start you off: With fire and brimstone, I rain from the sky,

What is this glorious rhyming scheme? I'll start a thread with the exact same theme! Rhyme the words that last were sent, and soon we all shall re-invent, our lives. Also; my dad fixed the water heater last night! Add that to their decision to go on a three day date/anniversary thing and let us stay at a good friends house while they're doing so? Yes!

#blameJason Aah, anthor loyal theorist, whatever shall we do?