MacThorstenson

Also our bakers should be giving out welcomes and upvotes as well as spikes cookies.

Nice to meet you to. You didn't wreck it for me, I am part of a guild of Hemalurgy Bakers who actively spike new comers. I am fully aware of the consequences of my actions (). My favorite series is probably Mistborn. But my favorite novel on the other hand is probably Oathbringer. Also one last thing, there are alot of Ookla's on the forum right now, if you want an explanation here it is.

Welcome to the 17th shard!! Tell me, whats your opinion on the glorious art of Hemalurgy? Personally, Its my favorite magic system. Here, take a cookie and an up vote as a welcoming gift!!

I believe that that would be an issue. I think that aluminum plating of these machines will become a thing to avoid people messing with them.

Welcome to the 17th shard!! As a welcoming gift, let me give you and up vote and a cookie from the dark alley!! What is you favorite book?

"Well, I would assume it has something to do with his connection, but this is uncharted territory, to my knowledge without heavily using hemalurgy, its not possible to remove a nahel bond from the planet. That will have to wait till tomorrow, I will be spending the night somewhere else. I dislike cognitive shadows trying to take over my body, lets go Rend" Louik walks out of the Banquet hall and out of the estate. Should we assume that the in game night is over? Next person can choose what time it is. Louik will meet y'all at the bridge at sundown.

"Do we trust him?" Louik mutters to eighth?

"Who are you, and why are you eaves dropping on our very important exchange of information, and assorted Items?"

I'm losing my touch, Louik thought, 2 knights radiant at once!! How could I miss this? Nope, not much, but then again, we dont have cosmere cannon for invasive cognitive shadows.

"My skill set isn't really useful here, I could give him a cookie, or I could spike him, then riot his emotions to take control, but I don't think that any of those are preferable,"

"Eighth, we need to help that guy! I am convinced that the previous residents of this house are fighting over him."

Louik walks over and touches the man on the shoulder, stiffens and falls over. As soon as he breaks contact, he can move again. "Merciful domi, they are fighting for him!! The cognitive shadows are fighting for control of his body!"

"Mystery Man you ok there? You've been standing there for the last like 4 hours not moving?" Mystery man = harthan btw

"Do you know where I could locate a full nicrosil metalmind? I used up a full one of mine today, and its way easier to convince people to donate parts of their souls while tapping metalminds," Louik asked, "Also Rend, you in? Or are you busy tomorrow?" He asked his partner. "Finally where should we meet, I can probably be at the outer bridge between 6th and 7th octants around sundown. What about y'all?"

"Depends, will you stop me from brutally murdering him and stealing a piece of his soul?"

"Then you clearly never had any of the Dark Alleys cookies. We almost stopped Odium from shattering Honor with those things. Unfortunately ever since the DA was destroyed I haven't been able to recover the recipe."

"They are really delicious." Louik said, completely deadpan.

"Only 307? Wow, that's a short list. I have found at least 2000, but the cookies make it worth it. And ya know stayin' alive makes it kinda fun."

"Unfortunately, in my line of work there has been only one organization that survived by working together. All the other groups of hemalurgists end up stealing each others spikes and killing each other in our sleep. The survivor is a great guy, but one that I don't really want to meet again."

"To clarify, I'm not mad at him, just jealous that he got to die with a caring god next to him while I had to die ON FLEEPING Sel, You have no Idea, how painful the dor is." Louik exclaims, glaring at Rend. "It would be fun, they said, unlimited powahhh they said," He mutters.

"Survivor, blegh, the only reason he 'survived' was because of help from others," Louik says in disgust.

"27! I think? Maybe? Its been a while... I can't quite remember when I was born, stored those memories in a coppermind, but someone stole that brass spike a while back. I do know that I am numerically, 27 years old. If you hang around me long enough, iron eyes will eventually find and kill you and try to kill me."

Welcome to the 17th shard!! As a welcoming gift from the Dark alley bakery, take a Hemalurgic cookie and an upvote!

"Ahah! the lurker speaks! I knew the sovereign, he bought me drinks once, great guy, he was no god, well except for a little bit in the middle there, but still a great guy."

"Slow down, you weren't the eaves dropper I was talking abou. . . WAIT, YOUR THAT EIGHTH OF MIDNIGHT?!?!?!?" Louik suddenly exclaims. "How did you survive the beaver-born inquisition? We splintered an shard with that!"