MacThorstenson

"What was that? Did you hear what he said? no? Ok, IF YOU WANT A LIFT, JUST ASK ME!"

"DO YOU WANT A RIDE UP?!" He yells to the shadow.

"My guests will be fine, probably. so long as they don't leave the flying island." He shoots a look at them, and they start shaking their heads. "The Alleyverse can storm its self! Here are the packages you wanted." 2 boxes attached to parachutes fell off of the island landing near lopen. "Don't worry, we will have fun, and won't bother the fight. Everything on my island was brought from out of world, that's why I was able to build with it. That wouldn't have happened had I used materials from this world,"

Suddenly a large silver gateway appeared, with hundreds of lifeless carrying supplies, building, materials and furniture. Mac walked through in his characteristic suit and tie, carrying a bottle of cream soda. "Come on fellas! Get to work! the guests are almost here." The lifeless start setting up the materials in the design with Mac clearing a place for them to go with Aons and the one power. Once two pieces were in the right places, he bound them together. After about an hour, it was done. The final product appeared to be a luxury viewing pavilion. There was a 20 foot by 20 foot floor area made of white marble with a gated are around it and a open air pavilion covering it all. There was a hot tub in one corner, a and seats all around the edge, except where the gate to get in was where a glass coffee table sat. There appeared to be a stairway going down to a basement, and a Bar where cookies and non-alcoholic drinks were being served. Everything was made of white marble and had gold and silver trimming. Looking at the final project, Mac bounced up and down with excitement. Exclaiming "I haven't had this much fun since I was watching the Colosseum! Just in time too!" Suddenly, 30 more portals appeared on the battle ground and 30 gilded palanquins borne by lifeless moved out of them. About 5 attendants walked out of Mac's original portal. Mac went from palanquin to palanquin, greeting the people who came out and taking them to the pavilion. Once everyone was on, the lifeless went away through another portal and the attendants got the pavilion ready. One of them went down the steps saying he was going to start the anti gravity drive. He came back and gave Mac a controller. He hit the button and suddenly the entire thing rose into the air, the pavilion rested on a sky island (below). Mac shot lopen a thumbs up as his part island rose into the sky. "DON'T WORRY ABOUT HITTING MY ISLAND," He yelled, "I HAVE ENOUGH SHIELDS TO STOP A SHARD!!!! YOU GOT THIS LOPEN!!"

I dont want to turn this thread into a fight about cookies, but i would like to say the breath stealing is not by the DA. Those who steal breath are completely separate.

The only requirement is selling a cookie in the introduction threads. I think that you should totally become a member, we are the most active guild on the shard, and we give out cookies!

I thought that it was similar to how brandon wrote so fast. Calderis had given himself a spike of writing speed and quality.

I actually have contacted Sahin about this, he has provided me with a transcript. If you wish to do the same, PM him and he may give you a transcript of a assassination.

"HAHAHAHAHA," Mac began to laugh maniacally as he waled out the door, throwing his trench coat over his paced out of the bakery. "A little chaos is good for the soul." He muttered as he shoved 6 or 7 new spikes into his body. Suddennly beams a liquid fire shot out from around his body and what ever they hit, vanished right before the beam hit it. When most of the street was gone, he shouted over his shoulder: "Lopen see you at the party, you take care of your world hopper traditions," Suddenly a silver door way appeared in front of him as he walked though it. popping out of existence behind him.

Full name: Praxon. (doesn't tell anyone his returned name) Investiture: Returned, has a nicrosil metalmind with the equivalent of 400 breaths in it, is a nicrosil ferring so that he can use the metalmind. Nationality of the cosmere: Nalthis. Height: 6'0 Age: 250 Hair color: Varies. Eye color: Varies Heroic history: Was made returned 150 years before Pahn Kahl. Disliked being contained so much. in a okace where no body was doing anything to help. Found his way off planet using Endowments shardpool. Traveled the cosmere, eventually found his way to scadrial, where he unknowingly found some world hoppers who he helped. They taught him how to use his breath to manipulate his appearance. Personality: Kindly, helpful, independent. What brought your character here? He heard rumors that this place was going to help people from a huge threat.

"Yes, yes," Mac sits down in the corner, idly munching on a cookie. "Cleanliness license, check, Bio hazard license, che- Wait," Mac looks up, "Ryker! How do you bring in your spikes? Do you produce them on site? Or ship them in in blood bottles? If you use blood at all, you need to have a note made in the bio hazard license."

"I was only needed to get things set up on threnody. Though on my way back I ran into an eldritch horror, and I couldn't resist spiking its offspring. That was a mistake. However, I am not only here because of your message lopen." Turning to Ryker, He stated, "Mr. Ryker, I am from the AVFDSA (Alleyverse Food, Drug, and Spike Administration), and I have been instructed to inspect your establishment to make sure that you are following proper protocols and not infringing on any of the Dark Alley Bakery inc.'s copyrights. If you are, I will have to recommend you for a merging with the DA so that they can correct any problems with this establishment. If I could see your papers?"

"I would love a snow cone, may I ask what flavor's there are?"

A man in a Black leather trench coat sprinted into the tiny bakery and slammed the door shut. Locking it, just as something slammed into it from the other side. Panting, he hung his trench coat and bowler hat on the coat rack and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Never again will I spike an eldritch horror's offspring," He swore to himself muttering. "My friend!" He exclaimed when his eyes fell on lopen, "I just got your message. This looks like an amazing place! Glancing around the room, he glared at archer, then turned to Ryker, "I trust you are the proprietor?"

"My name is Mac, your highness. I am the head of the Dark Alley's newly formed division of counter intelligence."

Welcome to the 17th shard! Here is your complimentary welcome package, it consists of an upvote and a cookie! How much of the cosmere have you read?

Just a note of warning, Warbreaker and Emperors Soul are not on the same planet. Warbreaker is on Nalthis, while Emperors Soul is on Sel. Emperors Soul and Elantris share the same world.

Nah, we spiked the laws of physics years ago. Schroedinger's laws dont apply.

I have a question regarding the ranks. Are the Ranks all hierarchic? From top to bottom being the lowest to the highest? the reason I'm Asking is because Members appear to have multiple ranks. Are they all in one chain of command, or are there multiple chains?

@Seonid I apologize, but some IRL things have come up and made me realize that I don't have the time to devote to playing this game. If you could, would you please remove my name from the player list?

Of course.

"THIS IS BETRAYAL!! How could you do such a vile act?" The man in the suit stood there, spittle flying from his mouth, "You will bring the hate of the Dark Alleys against you for doing this. Do you have any Idea who you are messing with? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Dark Alley, and I’ve been involved in numerous sales agreements and secret raids on anti-hemalurgists, and I have over 300 confirmed hemalurgic bind points that I discovered. I am trained in combat with over 3 separate magic systems and I’m the best fighter in the entire Dark Alley*. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you and your canton out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in the cosmere, mark my storming words. You think you can get away with saying that rust to me in this dark canton? Think again, slontze. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the cosmere and we are readying our weapons so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re storming dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in steel pushing combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Dark Alley and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable chull off the face of the alleys, you little slontze. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “noble” betrayal was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your storming tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you storming idiot. I will crap fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re storming dead, kiddo." Turning around he reached his hand out, and all of the cookies in the canton flew toward him into a bag that he held. Throwing the sack over his shoulder he paced out. *Not really

Welcome to the 17th shard! If you want the welcoming gift of an upvote and a cookie, here it is! What's your favorite book out of all of them?

@Mistspren its also, our fault that the situation escalated. I believe that any thread that is caught in the crossfire of the cookie wars will be derailed like this.

Yeah, we wanted to give cookies to new members of the shard, then archer and company said that they were dangerous and soul stealing. We don't like slander and now there is a constant battle between our two groups. As they say in history class, history repeats itself. This has happened over and over again in the history of the 17th shard, you are witnessing the most recent iteration of it.