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    Let's go find a dragon

    in Roleplaying

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    On 10/26/2021 at 11:11 PM, Trutharchivist said:

    Gal looked around. It seemed everyone was following, including Cara, who pulled her horse behind her, and even Ni, who recently died. Except...

    He came back to the kitchen to find the Shadow - Talnic - still standing there, petrified. "So, are you coming?" He asked. "As I said, we don't have much time."

    Talnic shook his head, then turned to Gal. "I'm ready."

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    Let's go find a dragon

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    6 hours ago, Isabelle6060 said:

    “He’s not an imposter. Leave him alone.” Cara hissed. 

    "And can you really be sure of this?"

    Then again, Talnic had trusted all of these people who had somehow fallen into this mess of a quest...

    So why not the child?

    Because he just came back from the dead, and never shows his face. 

    He glanced at Ni, but then turned his attention to the others. 

    3 hours ago, Knight of Iron said:

    Tʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ɪɴ, ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs.

    "Well, we only have a couple weeks before the world ends, according to... my... um. Friend." A wave of embarrassment, shock, and horror hit him anew as he realized that his secret was out. He'd a bond with a demon. He began to step towards the library, eager to get out of there.

    "Wait, what?" Talnic said. 

    2 hours ago, Trutharchivist said:

    "Well, as was said, the world is probably ending. But, on a more immediate meaning, the portal is open only as long as it's dawn. Once the sun is just above the horizon it'll close. We do have a few minutes, but I recommend starting early. We'll have enough time to discuss Ni's... condition on the other side." Said Gal. "Now please, everyone, take your packages and come." He follows Orpheus to the library.

    "On the other side of what?" he demanded, spinning to face Gal. "And if the portal will close after the sun rises, how will we get back here?" He followed the man out of the door, his mind whirling with all that had happened in the last thirty seconds and his sudden and total loss of control of everything. Things had gotten so big and far more important than they ever had before.

    The fate of the world?

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    Let's go find a dragon

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    2 hours ago, Trutharchivist said:

    "Look, as I said, we'll have time for that later. Let's just take him with us to the library and move. We are, after all, somewhat in shortage of time."

    "And why are we pressed for time?" Talnic asked. 

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    Let's go find a dragon

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    1 hour ago, Knight of Iron said:

    Actually they’ve just moved to the kitchen now, so we’ll go with that.

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    *Talnic teleports to the kitchen because he has skills*

    Talnic stopped dead. The young boy stood before him, looking a little damp, but seeming very much alive.

    "Are we sure he's actually alive, and that this isn't... necromancy or some other sort of magic? Or that this isn't an impostor of some sort? It'd be difficult to spot a replacement considering how silent he is and that bag," His eyes didn't leave Ni as he asked his questions. It felt a little pointless to address them directly to Ni due to his infrequent speech, but he didn't feel he would have been able to trust the boy's words even if he had felt like he might answer.

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    Let's go find a dragon

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    On 8/25/2021 at 11:29 AM, Trutharchivist said:

    Gal opened his eyes and ran back into the tower, shouting: "Orpheus! Valzwyn! Mr. Shadow! You all need to come to the library now!"

    Talnic's eyes shot open, and he stood abruptly and began sprinting towards the voice, which was coming from the general direction of the library. He rounded a corner and slid through an open door into the library. "What is it?" he asked, eyes wide, ready to face whatever had prompted the shouting.

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    Having a Bad Day?: Get 'yer Hugs here!!

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    Posted

    Gahhhh.

    Haven't posted here in a while...

    So I just got back from a fairly short backpacking trip this afternoon. It was just an overnight thing, we only went about nine miles, nothing very special. 

    Finally I got home, and it was great. I caught up on a couple texts I'd missed, and stuff like that. I was about to head into the shower when a friend of mine texted me and said that the AP scores were out. So in an instant, I went from pretty dang exhausted but also pretty content to really on edge and kind of excited. I'd known that I had passed the test. I didn't doubt it. I just knew that sometimes when I take tests and feel like I did well I end up... not doing well. Or I could have done really well, which I felt like I had. I looked it up, and I had gotten a five. It took me about five minutes to stop shaking. So then I called my mom to tell her my score. She's a teacher and so was at my school and told my math teacher from last year, and both were super happy and enthusiastic about it. And then right after that my mom told me that I wouldn't be able to take this class that I wanted to next year. I had taken this class last year, but it was AWESOME. And it changes every year, and I would love to redo a lot of those activities, plus I have two really good friends who are also taking it this year, where last year I literally knew no one in there. But I wouldn't be able to get credit for it, because I'd already taken it. That wasn't a concern, though, because I do well in school and almost have enough credits to graduate as it is. So my councilor said she could make it work, most likely. So I was worried about that all summer, but I thought that it would happen in the end. But then a few days ago she emailed me and said that I had to pick a different elective because I couldn't get credit if I retook this class. But then I told her that a couple months ago she had said that she could make it work. So she said that she would see what she could do.

    And guess what.

    I can't take it because 34 other people are already in the class.

    I can't take it even though it was my first choice of elective.

    And so I went from exhaustion to elation to being thoroughly depressed, all in about ten minutes. (There are other reasons I'm really upset about not being able to take that class, but the fact that I should be taking it is the biggest one at the moment.)

    So I took a nap. On my floor.

    And when I woke up I realized my sister hadn't fed my bird while I was gone and that he was starving.

    And then I also realized that I hadn't been paid yet, even though my payday was yesterday.

    So at this point, I don't even care at all that I got a five on the AP test. I'm too tired, too sad, too overwhelmed, too anxious, and too mad to even consider trying to be happy about it.

    And it's also about 80 degrees outside and I have a very low tolerance for heat so I just feel all-around miserable.

    So there's that.

    *sigh*

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    You Know You're a Sanderfan When...

    in General Brandon Discussion

    Posted · Edited by Tesh

    13 minutes ago, AonEne said:

    @Channelknight Fadran, @DancingQueen, @Vapor, @Condensation, @Mist, @Zephrun's Imperium, @Tesh, @Tani, @Doomstick and @FriarFritz. 

    I WAS SUMMONED.

    When you go to a writing camp full of Sanderfans, meet some Sharders, write a Sanderson fanfic, and this results in you obsession with the Cosmere getting rekindled.

    And then you climb on the roof while wearing your mistcloak because it's smoky outside and there's literally ash falling from the sky. 

    I also jumped on the trampoline while wearing it, which I highly recommend.

    When you get your stuff from the Kickstarter and then put all of the stuff you can up on your corkboard.

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    favorite quotes!

    in Forum Games & Random Stuff

    Posted · Edited by Tesh

    *slowly opens 20 page document full of quotes*

    *realizes I should probably spoiler this whole reply because it got so long*

    Spoiler

     

    Spoiler

    "'Sometimes, the answers we need don't match the questions we're asking.' He looked up at me. 'And sometimes, the coward makes fools of wiser men.'"

    I think this one is from Skyward.

    Spoiler

    "Of course, there was also a smaller percentage who were more likely to panic if an authority figure was nearby. Because people were people, and if there was one thing you could count on, it was that some of them would be weird. Or rather that all of them would be weird when circumstances happened to align with their own individual brand of insanity."

    -Mistborn

    Spoiler

    "'Who are you?' Kelsier said.

    "'I?' the man said. 'I am a drifter. A miscreant. The flame's last breath, made of smoke at its passing.'

    "'That's... needlessly obtuse.'

    "'Well, I'm that too.' The man cocked his head. 'That mostly, if I'm honest.'"

    -Mistborn, Secret History

    Kind-of sort-of indirect spoilers for tFE for the following quote

    Spoiler

    "Of course," Sazed said. "I collect all religions." 

    Vin snorted. "This is no religion we're talking about, Sazed. This is Kelsier." 

    "I disagree. He is certainly a religious figure to the skaa."

    "But, we knew him," Vin said. "He was no prophet or god. He was just a man."

    "So many of them are, I think," Sazed said quietly.

    Spoiler

    "Is there anything more beautiful than the sun? I often watch it rise, for my restless sleep usually awakens me before dawn.

    "Each time I see its calm yellow light peeking above the horizon, I grow a little more determined, a little more hopeful. I'm a way, it is the thing that has kept me going all this time."

    -WoA epigraphs

    Spoiler

    "'There is an inn,' he whispered, 'that you cannot find on your own. You must stumble across it on a misty street, late at night, lost and uncertain in a strange city.

    "'The door has a wheel on it, but the sign bears no name. If you find the place and wander inside, you'll meet a young man behind the bar. He has no name. He cannot tell it to you, should he want to-it's been taken from him. But he'll know you, as he knows everyone who enters the inn. He'll listen to everything you want to tell him-and you will want to talk to him. And if you ask him for a story, he'll share one. Like he shared with me. I will now share it with you.'"

    -Rhythm of War

    This one is a bit different. It's a poem that was included in a book called Becoming Evil, which is about how ordinary people can commit genocide and mass killing. That's what the poem is about.

    Spoiler

    Start with an empty canvas

    Sketch in broad outline the forms of men, women, and children.

    Dip into the unconscious well of your own

    disowned darkness

    with a wide brush and

    stain the strangers with the sinister hue

    of the shadow.

    Trace onto the face of the enemy the greed, 

    hatred, carelessness you dare not claim as

    your own.

    Obscure the sweet individuality of each face. 

    Erase all hints of the myriad loves, hopes,

    fears that play through the kaleidoscope of every finite heart. 

    Twist the smile until it forms the downward

    arc of cruelty.

    Strip flesh from bone until only the 

    abstract skeleton of death remains.

    Exaggerate each feature until man is

    metamorphosized into beast, vermin, insect. 

    Fill in the background with malignant

    figures from ancient nightmares-devils,

    demons, myrmidons of evil.

    When your icon of the enemy is complete

    you will be able to kill without guilt,

    slaughter without shame.

    The thing you destroy will have become

    merely an enemy of God, an impediment

    to the sacred dialectic of history.

    -Sam Keen

    Spoiler

    *** A GUIDED TOUR OF SUFFERING***
    To your left,
    perhaps your right,
    perhaps even straight ahead,
    you find a small black room.
    In it sits a Jew.
    He is scum.
    He is starving.
    He is afraid.
    Please-try not to look away.

    -The Book Thief

    Spoiler

    "At the end of his life, the great picture book author and illustrator Maurice Sendak said on the NPR show Fresh Air, 'I cry a lot because I miss people. I cry a lot because they die, and I can't stop them. They leave me, and I love them more.'

    "He said, 'I'm finding out as I'm aging that I'm in love with the world.'

    "It has taken me all my life up to now to fall in love with the world, but I've started to feel it the last couple of years. To fall in love with the world isn't to ignore or overlook suffering, both human and otherwise. For me anyway, to fall in love with the world is to look up at the night sky and feel your mind swim before the beauty and the distance of the stars. It is to hold your children while they cry, to watch as the sycamore trees leaf out in June. When my breastbone starts to hurt, and my throat tightens, and tears well in my eyes, I want to look away from feeling. I want to deflect with irony, or anything else that will keep me from feeling directly. We all know how loving ends. But I want to fall in love with the world anyway, to let it crack me open. I want to feel what there is to feel while I am here.

    "Sendak ended that interview with the last words he ever said in public: 'Live your life. Live your life. Live your life.'

    "Here is my attempt to do so."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "You can do something about abandonment. You can construct a stronger independent self, for instance, or build a broader network of meaningful relationships so your psychological well-being isn't wholly reliant upon one person. But you, as an individual, can't do much about the Canada goose."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "I think it's helpful to know how sunsets work. I don't buy the romantic notion that scientific understanding somehow robs the universe of its beauty, but I still can't find language to describe how breathtakingly beautiful sunsets are not breathtakingly, actually, but breath-givingly beautiful. All I can say is that sometimes when the world is between day and night, I'm stopped cold by its splendor, and I feel my absurd smallness. You'd think that would be sad, but it isn't. It only makes me grateful. Toni Morrison once wrote, 'At some point in life, the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.' So what can we say of the clichéd beauty of sunsets? Perhaps only that they are enough."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "You can't see the future coming--not the terrors, for sure, but you also can't see the wonders that are coming, the moments of light-soaked joy that await each of us."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "Looking up toward the looming mountain ranges in the distance, I was reminded of what nature is always telling me: Humans are not the protagonists of this planet's story. If there is a main character, it is life itself, which makes of earth and starlight something more than earth and starlight. But in the age of the Anthropocene, humans tend to believe, despite all available evidence, that the world is here for our benefit. So the Bonneville Salt Flats must have a human use; why else would they exist? Nothing can grow in that dry, salty soil, but we find uses for it anyway. For the last hundred years, the flats have been mined for potash, which is used in fertilizer. And a long stretch of the flats has gained fame as a kind of drag-racing strip. A land-speed record was set there in 1965 when a turbo Jet car driven by Craig Breedlove traveled over six hundred miles per hour."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "There's also the human urge to make things, to paint cave walls and doodle in the margins of to-do lists. Doi once said, 'I have to keep on working, otherwise nothing will be brought into existence.' But sometimes I feel like the paper is better before we get a hold of it, when it is still wood. Other times, I love the marks we leave. They feel like gifts and signs, like trail markers in the wilderness."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "In a whisper, the vocal cords don't vibrate, but air passes through the larynx with enough turbulence to be audible-at close range, anyway. And so whispers are definitionally intimate. All talking is made of breath, but when someone whispers you are hearing the breath. People sometimes whisper due to laryngitis or other disorders, but usually we whisper because we want to speak to one person without risking everyone hearing. We whisper secrets, yes, but also rumors and cruelties and fears."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "While it is human nature to blame and demonize others in miserable times, it is also human nature to walk together, the leaders as barefoot as the followers."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "We should get out of the habit of saying that anything is once-in-a-lifetime. We should stop pretending we have any idea how long a lifetime is, or what might happen in one."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "What does it mean to live in a world where you have the power to end species by the thousands, but you can also be brought to your knees, or to your end, by a single strand of RNA? I have tried here to map some of the places where my little life brushes up against the big forces shaping contemporary human experience, but the only conclusion I can draw is a simple one: We are so small, and so frail, so gloriously and terrifyingly temporary."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

    Spoiler

    "Sometimes I like to imagine benevolent aliens visiting Earth. In my daydreams, these aliens are galactic anthropologists, seeking to understand the cultures, rituals, preoccupations, and divinities of various sentient species. They would conduct careful field research, observing us. They would ask open-ended, nonjudgmental questions, like 'What, or whom, is in your view worthy of sacrifice?' and 'What should be the collective goals of humanity?' I hope that these alien anthropologists would like us. We are, in spite of it all, a charismatic species.

    "In time, the aliens would come to understand almost everything about us-our ceaseless yearning, our habit of wandering, how we love the feeling of the sun's light on our skin. At last, they would have only one question remaining: 'We have noted that there is a green god that you keep in front of and behind your houses, and we have seen how you are devoted to the care of this ornamental plant god. You call it Kentucky bluegrass, although it is neither blue nor from Kentucky. Here is what we are wondering: Why do you worship this species? Why do you value it over all the other plants?'"

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

     

    If you can't tell, I am kind of obsessed with both quotes and The Anthropocene Reviewed. 

    I shall leave you with one last quote, which is one of my all-time favorites.

    "Sometimes, I wonder how I can survive in this world where, as Mary Oliver put it, 'everything / Sooner or later / Is part of everything else.' Other times, I remember that I won't survive, of course. I will, sooner or later, be the everything that is part of everything else. But until then: What an astonishment to breathe on this breathing planet. What a blessing to be Earth loving Earth."

    -John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

     

    If you actually read all of those I am very impressed and you have my respect.

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    Let's go find a dragon

    in Roleplaying

    Posted

    14 hours ago, Knight of Iron said:

    "Aɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs," Alaxis said, smiling, "ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ."

    They vanish again and reform directly in the middle of the travelers, at a more human height this time, and solidifies. They shove Talnic forward with incredible strength and then reaches their arm into the air, drawing their essence into a flaming sword forming from nothing. The storm continues to rage about them.

    Talnic whipped his sword from its scabbard and charged the demon. He didn't know what his sword would be able to do against something like that, but he would rather attack on his own terms then wait for the demon to have the advantage of deciding when to start the fight. 

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    Let's go find a dragon

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    2 hours ago, Knight of Iron said:

    Alaxis narrowed his eyes.
    "Hᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ. Kɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ?"

    Talnic scowled as he realized who the demon was talking about. "I do not," was all he said.

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