Turos

The word garbage actually originally meant viscera, so you might want to rethink your description, unless you look like guts 'n stuff.

*roll my eyes* ALL kobolds think of themselves as majestic dragons. All of my hair has migrated to the wrong end of my head. I've inherited my maternal line's hair turning red as I get older, though all I have is my beard, so it's sparsely red, mostly brown. I keep forgetting I have freckles. I wear stylish glasses. I am probably two feet shorter than Slowswift, but at least two feet taller than Kobold King. I am caucasian, bloodline hailing from mostly Germany, Scotland, and France, though lots of other places in there. No, I don't even lift, bro, but I'm certain I can lift you.

Oh hey! Glad no one beat me to this song, then. xD

Ha ha! That's awesome! Does he attend Anger Management?

To the tune of "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi. All credit to said artist. (Original) Mistborn spoilers run rampant:

Carson stumbled and tripped on nothing in the alley. That was what happened when one stored Luck. You were just, well, unlucky. It was a risk and he knew it, storing when he was so close to 'people of interest'. Those were the kinds of people he was supposed to tap Luck around. It was his free day. No assignments had come in. There was no one he was supposed to keep a lookout for, in particular. Just the default understanding that if he heard anyone new talking about "Jon" or "Ms. Born", he should report the details immediately. Carson had no clue who those names belonged to, but didn't dare pass up on a standing order. Those always meant the employer was very concerned about something, which in turn meant more money in Carson's pocket. He would haggle the payment a little for a bonus, laying his Luck on thick like frosting on a cake, of course. That was why Carson was desperate to store Luck now. It was risky, but the payoff would be well worth it. He picked himself up and noticed both knees of his new, finely-threaded trousers had ripped, and his shoelace had somehow come undone on his left foot. He stooped down to tie them back up and one end of the lace snapped. He took a deep breath and sighed. "It will all be worth it." He mumbled to himself.

She could interrogate someone from the palace guard. Does she know how to spike?

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Bob, the Thug, stood at his post on the thirty-fifth floor of the King's Palace. He tried to pay attention to the city. He really did. It was his stomach that wasn't helping. "Last time I ever eat chouta." He mumbled. "What was that?" His earpiece buzzed. Bob reached up an adjusted the earpiece. "Nothing, sir." "Then keep quiet." His commanding officer said through the fabrial communicator. "I got enough to deal with without having to hear you whining." "Yes, sir." Bob barked. He really hated his CO. One of these days, Bob would get promoted and would take the officer's place. Things would be run differently. Bob heard something like metal twisting from the communications structure atop the Core, the building next door. He turned and scanned the rooftop, which was a few stories lower that him, but had trouble seeing anything. The 'sun' was behind the horizon and what little orange and blue light bounced off of the clouded backdrop made seeing more difficult. It wasn't very many seconds later that Bob saw a form materialize out of the darkness, spinning through the air. It was a... man? He fumbled with his hands, reaching to grab his allomancy-proof firearm, but his stomach began to cramp up. He winced at the heartburn a moment too long. The man was almost on top of him. Bob pulled out his gun and aimed. A fist met his face. Bob reflexively burned pewter. He couldn't tell if it was his consciousness slipping away that queued the subconscious pewter burn or if he equilibrium telling him he was upside down, falling off the side of the building. Either way, he was glad he was burning pewter, for the endurance it provided. What he wasn't happy about was the fact he would be conscious for the impact with the thirty-third floor's balcony. Bob's face took most of the shock, though, so there was that. "What was that?" A voice yelled inside his ear. Bob stumbled to his feet and flared his pewter a little, granting him better balance. He stared up at the place he'd fallen from and glared at the mysterious figure that glanced back down at him. Bob reached up and adjusted his earpiece, which, thankfully, wasn't destroyed by that punch or the fall. "Sir. We have an intruder." Bob said, spitting out a tooth. "He's fast, airborne, and packs a punch."

I roll 3d8 for damage against the Lord Ruler. My awesomeness modifier adds another 27d8.

A Roshar ton with a few dozen upward lashes. I hear if you give Turos credit for all of your contributions, you will receive your very own parshman. (17thshard.com is not responsible for any side effects caused during rough weather.)

Thanks, Bard! I looked up music forms like you mentioned and am working on an AA'BA style. This stuff makes more sense now that I have a lead, thanks to you. I can't wait to check out your songs when you've finished them.

Let me see what I can do about that. I might remake the font entirely with a different program, though I will use the same letter assignments. Thanks for pointing this out.

Depends if Elantrians are chanelling the investiture or they simply hold a key to the Dor. Ha ha! Key to the Dor. So great.

Thanks everyone! I'll work on some more Cosmere themed songs, too.

I wrote this song. It is dedicated to the bond between Kaladin and his brother, Tien, from the Way of Kings: Link (Sheet music for those who are interested: Link)

I know some Spanish, German and Japanese. I'm fluent in English. I've worked on some conlangs of my own creation. I saw Rosetta Stone on sale a couple months back and bought the entire Japanese collection. It's actually really effective for me. I need to pick that back up. I imagine it would help if I actually had people to speak it with...

Don't worry. Most of my reputation comes from touch screen bumps. That's how I stopped worrying and learned to love the touch screen, then proceeded to hack the mobile skin so that my upvote button has a hidden touch zone that covers about half of any screen, but you didn't hear that from me.

Not sure, but out of the three, so far Vivenna would probably be the most likely to make an appearance elsewhere.

I wonder if this had anything to do with him almost getting rid of the Final Empire at one point. Wish I knew how to search these reddit pages for WoBs...

@Kurkistan's AoL reply:

Unless they are mistwraiths. Then it would totally be weird.

So that's why I saw a tweet by Brandon a week or two ago asking about places to make styrene cards.

This story is going to be fun.