Turos

The escaped llamas from earlier this year are only the beginning...

That's when you tape them to a bar and curl that like a pro.

Interesting. Spikes take a part of the soul, so perhaps that is sufficient for a spren to survive.

Rend frown. 'Is this guy really trying to run?' He thought. Sighing, he began to follow the stranger. After a short pursuit, Rend figured the man was leading him toward allies, so he decided it would be time to put a stop to this little game. Just before the man turned a corner, Rend hurled his giant sword at him. It flipped over and over in a short arc toward his back.

Luthad, even. -el could be a place suffix, instead of -del. Elendel only uses the -el.

I shared this post on Facebook. Hopefully that will get him a few more votes.

I gave up on trying to create a good musical B phrase to match my existing phrase, so I rearranged this a little and wrapped it up. I think I'll have better luck starting new songs from scratch in proper musical form. Tien_v2: Link And here's the sheet music: Link And for those of you who use Synthesia, I made a two handed .midi file. Enjoy: L-L-L-Link!

Two words: beard ninjas. Three words: NaNoWriMo. Too busy.

Rend studied the the scene through binoculars. There was a break-in at the palace. Aparently it hadn't gone very well. When he saw a new figure take down a crowd of strong men and carry their unmoving prisoner away, he decided to follow from a distant. Rend slid along cables connecting between buildings, forming his feet into an upside down V and balancing without much effort. At the occasional deadend wall, Rend would push his palm into the surface and dissolve a handhold out of it. After a few blocks, he saw the stranger enter an apartment complex. Not many seconds passed before the stranger left alone. Rend was curious to see who the unconscious man was, but decided to get to the root of the problem. That stranger was strong, and had freed an infiltrator on the king's estate. That was reason enough to confront this criminal. He focused on his heartbeats and leaped for a slanted rooftop a few stories down. He focused on his feet, rebalancing the friction on each part to allow for no friction or less friction, depending on the spot. He put the most on the end of his big toes. As he landed on the sloped roof, he grunted slightly. It was still a long drop, but the angle wasn't too great and his momentum redirected easily enough. Rend reached the edge of the roof and tipped his toe on his left foot down slightly. The grip made him swing to the side, where his feet met a pipe that dipped down to a railing that carried him all the way to the ground. Right in front of the stranger. He regained his friction and turned to face the approaching person. "You chose the wrong time to make a scene, kid." Rend couldn't tell how old the person was, or even the gender in this low light, but he tended to call everyone kid. Rend stuck his right arm out to the side, his move causing his long jacket to flare open. His jacket settled and a sword was in his hand. The black blade was longer than Rend, and almost two feet wide in in a few places. Mist coalesced around it and along the red engravings all over the strange metal, almost making it seem more solid. Water droplets fell off the uneven blade to the concrete ground.

I am going to take the advice I've been given and stay silent, giving a whole-hearted thanks to everyone who shares their thoughts in advance. Thanks very much! This is the first part of a new story. I hope you enjoyed it. Anything else to say? Nothing vital that I can think of. Proceed with the ravaging!

I saw the same thing, WEZ313.

I'm very late, but mind if I pop in for a new short submission?

I hope nobody minds, but I'm going to make a new character, too. A Dustbringer Knight Radiant named Rend. I'm not aware of any canon examples of the surge of Division, but I'll assume it can make complex molecules divide into basic elements. Add the surge of Abrasion and things can heat up ;) BOOM!

BOOYAH! My first confirmed theory! Woot!

Sounds like you already have an idea. Plus you probably have a better singing voice than me. Go for it!

Hmm. I stand corrected.

Moon rocks falling from the sky? That sort of thing isn't normal. What made the rocks fall off of the moon? Odium? If so, why? Is the moon, perhaps, the place the shards dwelt?

You know you have a problem when you burn through thousands of spheres just so you can keep cool in the summer.

Ah, good to know. Thanks, I'll fix it.

@Delightful That's my pet cat... @Venture Mission Accomplished Thanks both!

OK, not spiking people with shardblades. I wonder about the similarities between a hemalurgic spike tearing away a part of the soul and a shardblade severing a part of the soul. Does the severed soul remain in the limb? If not, where does it go? When a Radiant heals their soul, is that part reconnected or is it regrown? Another question would be if a Radiant can heal or regrow a part of their soul stolen by hemalurgy. Would a spike in someone else then be rendered useless?

He pulled a Robert Jordan and changed the spelling of one word to turn it into a name. Maybe. Probably maybe.

It's OK, phattemer. At least your vote counts for 50% of the populace.

Maybe Lutha was his favorite wolf hound.

I'll try to be more obvious. xD Btw, people should feel free to kill my characters in this RP. Or not. Interacting is fine, but I intend them all as temporary and won't feel bad if anyone godmods my people, even dialogue. My goal is only to augment RP with 'NPCs' and offer elements to play off. If no one chooses to react, that's totally fine, too. If anyone needs a temporary character with a viewpoint, but doesn't want to flesh them out, give me a heads up and I'll gladly do my best.