MacThorstenson

Ok

Quick question, if they belong to queen elsa, what is there relation to the newcago court? Do they have any authority over them, or any need to protect them?

Mack glances up from his table, and looks at the new girl who came in. "Lady, do you work here? Because if so, can I ask why my order is taking so long to be completed?" He then glanced at the shadow in the corner, then gives Ioc a shove.

Coats =/ robes.

Mack walked in the door, his black and gold robes dirty and wrinkled, he mumbled something about needing a break, then sat down next to Ioc and Called to the waiter. "I need the strongest non-alcoholic Egg Nog that this place can make. And a plate of spiked cookies, F-bendalloy preferably. Thank you." As the waiter turned away to make his order, Mack pulled out a windup mouse, that grew wings and started to fly.

Welcome to the shard @Nothing-Ridiculous! Have an upvote and a cookie on us!

Mack walked into the Dark Alley, with his robes on and a card in his hand. As predicted, he was stopped by the time he made it a few alleys in by a pair of guards. "Listen, I just have a message for @Voidus, I need him to do something for me, can you guys deliver this card to him?" The guards grabbed the card, and turned and walked off. The card read: Hello Voidus, I have recently discovered an interest in using hemalurgy in my creations, as it enables them to have more personality. Right now I am working on creating automatons, but I am running into issues in giving them free will and making them sentient. I was wondering if it would be possible for me to view the work that the DA has made in this area, so that I don't rediscover the wheel, so to speak. You know how to find me if you want to respond. Mainly because you can see everything and can teleport. Consider the 3 dozen samples of my soul that you have doubtlessly collected by now as your payment. -Mack

Name: Mack Investiture: Elantrian Personality: An eccentric and dramatic man. Very intelligent, and has a god complex. Special skills and weapons: He is a craftsman, and engraves Aons into weapons and armor to give them powers. An investiture scholar, inasmuch as it relates to making things. Weakness: Can't draw aons underpressure. He is able to craft them into things, and if he isn't under pressure he can draw them, but if he is under any pressure he is not able to draw aons. (This will mainly apply in combat) Appearance: Elantrian, wears black and gold robes most of the time, underneath that he has a aluminum plated steel Cuirass. Also has a black and gold Cape with hood that he wears. May increase the amount of armor he wears. Physical characteristics: Elantrian, about 6 feet. Family: Dead centuries ago. History: Was an extremely successful cosmere aware craftsman on Sel who made his living experimenting on combining weapons and the Dor. One of his favorite inventions is an aluminum wand with a variety of Aons engraved on it that he can thumb in a fight to give him an advantage. He decided to expand his magical weaponry to the cosmere, and is researching how to use breaths, fabrials, and the metallic arts to make better weapons. He is currently in the Alleys because he heard that somehow, they have access to the Dor (In a similar way to how the Iri had it in SH). His mind was Hijacked by Mac, and he was essentially in the DA for 3 months. During that time, even though he wasn't in charge of his body, he still watched and learned a few things about Baking, and hemalurgy, enough to start trying to incorporate that into his work. After leaving the DA, he retained his iceblade and shardblade from the Newcago court, Mac's Awakened sword, and the spikes that Mac left in Mack. He promptly removed the spikes and put them in jars of blood, while healing himself constantly. He hasn't interacted much with the rest of the Alleyverse in the 16 year gap, preferring to travel to other worlds to learn more. What time he has spent in the Alleyverse has been spent constructing a super ultra well defended base in a hidden location that may or may not be decided yet. Actually wait, it just has. His new hidden base is underwater. Beneath the E in Sel on the Alleyverse Map. Its still ultra well defended and super secret, known only to the members of the craftsmen guild. Now that the base is completed he spends most of his time building stuff in there, having nearly completely separated himself from the alleyverse,

Nope. Robes are better. It’s a fact.

I do, unfortunately due to irl things, the shard has to take second place right now.

Nothing works, there is no solution. My CS has passed into the beyond, and as of now, there is no known method to return it to existence. I guess that this is the end. I don't know why I'm writing this down. I've never kept journals, or anything similar. And my last words are already recorded somewhere, because they were said by my original body during the trial. I am writing this as a husk, a collection of experiences speaking through the mouth of Mack. So maybe this gets shown? I don't know. Never really planned on dying, so I didn't plan a funeral, or write a will or anything. Which I should probably do. Mac stood up from his desk and grabbed another piece of paper, his will was going to be simple, but it still needed to be written down. The memory decay was happening quicker now, and he didn't have much time. He didn't want to drain another metalmind, because that would be delaying the inevitable. He rung the bell to have a few acolytes come in to witness it. To whom it may concern, I Mac*, do affirm* that I* am of sound mind* and that this is my will*. Any chrysts that I own, or any chrysts in guild accounts that I run, should be put into one account and available to anyone who has the password. Any property that I own should be given to the DA as well. My 4 awakened blades are to be distributed as followed, one to @Grey Knight. Another to Mack, a third to @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian, and a fourth to @Kidpen. Because technically Mack swore the oath to Queen Elsa Steelheart, He will retain possession of the Iceblade and the shardblade granted to him as a privilege of membership. Also, as noted in my contract of employment with the DA, the DA has any rights to any cognitive entity that I may leave behind, pieces of my spirit web, any hemalurgic constructs or blueprints I have made, any hemalurgic spikes I have, full catering rights at my funeral, if there is one, and any baked goods I have in my possession. Note that this does not include my body. Not sure what happened with that, but the DA has no rights to my corpse. So if someone manages to find it, yay for them. That's about it, I don't think I have much else. Anything that I didn't mention I want to have launched into the sun. The DA Rocket science department can handle that. He waited for the acolytes to come in to witness it. When they arrived, he wrote the last three lines. Signed, Mac* *DA Disclaimer applies. After he folded up his will, Mac stood and looked out the window into the endless abyss of the alleys. It was beautiful, but sadly he couldn't stay. This is it Mack, thank you for being mny host for a while, but now I'm done. By the way the password to the bank account is v01dusr0x Finally! You've taken like the last three months of my life. Get out of my storming head and stay dead already! Screw you Mack, screw you. I'm dying here and all you think about is your self? Utterly selfish. With that, he walked over to a coppermind and stored Mac into it. Never to be drawn again. "Frickin hated that guy, Glad he's out." Mack walked over to the wall and grabbed his blade, then proceeded out the door. With the number of spikes that Mac stuck in him, he should still be recognized as a member of the DA. Just long enough to get out at least. As he made it to the nearest alley to the Craftsmen base, he pulled over a acolyte and told him what had happened, then sprinted out of the alleys before they got mad at him trespassing.

Just found out that the girl that I like actually likes me back, and more importantly, likes Brandons Books!

OOF, you guys are screwed

I agree to the terms and conditions. This will be carried on in a PM because reasons.

From what I understand is that the Nightwatcher exists in the same state that the stormfather existed in prior to honors death. If cultivation were to die, then the Nightwatcher would become more similar to the stormfather.

If not for good old Uncle Brandy, and his cousin Uncle Andy. Together they formed a dynamic, puppy fighting duo. Unfortunately Uncle Andy was caught up because some fella named Rayse and his 15 buddies wanted to have a chat with him. So this left Uncle Brandy to fight the war by himself. Brandy will never die. Maybe I will start a guild to keep him alive. He was on page two, and he will make it to the end.

No, you have to wait till you get god beyond level rep.

@Nohadon I know I’m leaving the RP, but first I would like to open up about 500 guild accounts. They are for sub sub departments Of the DA but have each splintered off because they feel that the DA doesn’t give them enough money. They each need 5000 chrysts. I don’t want to post a thread for each of them, cuz thats useless spam, but those guilds need the money. If you need to label the accounts, just say, DASSD #001 for the first, and change the number for each successive guild. If you need a guild owner, say Mac is the owner. Oh and upon the dissolvation of any guilds that I own, I would like all of my funds transferred into a single offshore account that can be accessed by anyone with the password. Which I will PM you.

While the mimes did their thing, Mac looked through the pile of mail that had built up during his weeks of searching for his goal. Near the bottom he found a note from voidus himself asking him to participate in some battle or something. Beneath it he found requests from his allies, and his friends. People he had spent years building up relationships with, beggin with him, pleading with him, to help them in this battle thingamabobber. Selfish brats. Begging me to think outside of myself for a little bit to help them. Nope, no way am I doing that. If I go to that battle I could die. The nerve of those people. Absolutely self centered. Not caring one whit about me or my quest for world domination/eternal life. Jerks. He went on to burn the letters.

Same! Look at how different we turned out.

Mac stumbles around the corner, confused an bewildered, the crumbs of hundreds of cookies covering his clothes and face. He looked like he haven’t slept in weeks. “Uh sure maybe. Come in. I need a brake from trying to cheat death. Not making any progress.” Glancing around, he sees that @Nohadon was long gone and that his request may no longer be valid. “oh well, if he needs it he can Pm me.” He then presses the panic button on the wall, calling the mines and fixing the 4th wall.