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@Matrim's Dice on let's go find a dragon.

1. The Way of Kings (it was my first so it has a special place in my heart), but it might be getting replaced by Rhythm of War. 2. THIS IS A HARD QUESTION. The Book Thief, maybe? The original Percy Jackson series? Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children? Frankenstein? Six of Crows? White Fang? The Giver? I don't know!!! I usually say that The Way of Kings is my favorite book in general, but take away the Cosmere And there's nothing for me to rely on... 3. Scadrian waffle cook (or whatever that one is called.) 4. 552 or 16.

What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?

I made one of these about three years ago. (Maybe two.) I made another one! Ask me anything. I'll try to give genuine advice if it is wanted, answer questions about myself, or some other stuff, as I know random stuff about a really wide variety of random stuff. Warning: I'll give long answers.

I posted a status update a while back about potentially either starting or joining a role play. I decided to start one. Basically I just made a really standard fantasy world, a character, and the start of a story. This was originally going to be a short story, but wasn't working out. If you want me to add something to the map, I'll happily do that. Here's the map: Here's the link to the Doc with all the character sketches and some other stuff. If you put your character sketch onto this, please post it on this thread as well. (I will change formatting stuff, by the way, to make it consistent.) Link This is so you don't have to go clicking through pages to find old posts with information you need in them, and so you can update your own stuff if needed. In regards to magic systems... Well... We now have a pretty complicated realmatic thing going on. So, you can try to develop something that fits into everything on your own, or you can work with some of the people on this thread to figure something out. Here is the link to the wikidoc, which is where we have all our notes on everything. From now on, all non-role play stuff goes in quote boxes. The streets were quiet, almost completely devoid of life. Only the occasional person would appear outside. Their hands shoved deep into their pockets, and their breath would puff out with each exhalation. Soon after coming into view, they would disappear again, either around a corner or into the warmth and light of a tavern or shop. Talnic watched each person with interest. He himself didn’t mind the cold, and so he took his time, relishing the quietness of the main street. He hadn’t been in this particular city for several years, but the last time it had been spring, and everywhere had been bursting with merchants and civilians and visitors. Now it was all empty and quiet. And Talnic liked the quiet. It was when he could think best. Unfortunately, as he neared his destination, he knew that he would soon have to leave the quiet behind. It would be replaced by the rowdy sounds and smells and heat of life. Another person hurried into view from around a corner, and then quickly stepped into a building alongside the road. The sound of laughter spilled into the street, but Talnic didn’t spare it a second thought. He had long ago realized that he was best suited to his own company. Other people were simply too unwieldy and unpredictable. The door slammed shut, and Talnic was once again left with the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, and the gentle noises of his own breathing. A moment later, he reached an intersection in the road. He turned to the right, and went up to the first door on the new road. It opened with a soft ping, and he quickly stepped inside, stomping the snow from his boots on the thick rug across the entryway. The door shut softly behind him as Talnic took off his gloves and tucked them into a pocket of his coat. “May I help you?” a soft voice asked. Talnic looked up, making sure his hat was down low enough that the person wouldn’t be able to get a clear view of his face. The speaker was an elderly man with a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles perched at the edge of his nose. He was sitting behind a desk that was tucked between a pair of bookshelves right to the side of the door. “We have books from all ages of the world, all parts of the world, and in many languages from across the world. Many are originals, but even more are reproductions that can be bought for cheaper here than anywhere else in the world!” The man’s voice was frail, but he had about himself the eager air of a merchant about to make a sale. “No,” Talnic said. “I’m here for the meeting.” The man’s mouth opened in a small “o” of realization, but he quickly pushed aside his initial reaction and began to nod. “Yes, yes, yes, of course you are lad. This your first time going on one of these adventures?” “Where is the meeting?” The man seemed taken aback by the terse reply, and he sat up a little straighter, pushing his glasses up his nose a little further. With the glasses in a better position, apparently the man could see Talnic a little better. Or, more specifically, his sword, the hilt of which protruded from the front of Talnic’s coat, and the blade out behind. The man sighed, but motioned towards the back of the shop. “In the back room. Door’s closed but not locked. Let me know if you want to buy anything on the way out.” Talnic gave the man a quick nod, then began making his way through the maze of shelves. There really were a lot of books in the store. Some did look to be quite old, but it was unlikely that very many were originals as the man claimed. Once he found the back wall of the shop, the door was easy enough to find. He easily picked up on the faint sense of human life issuing from the room beyond and was able to follow it quite easily. Talnic eased the door open, and quickly slipped inside. There were probably about thirty men in the room, but none gave Talnic much notice. They probably didn’t know who he was. Or, at least, hadn’t connected “The Shadow,” the notorious underground adventurer who never got caught, with the tall, gangly teenager in the large hat. Talnic’s anonymity didn’t last long, however. After a few moments, he caught the eye of a large man with a short sword strapped to his waist. “Aye! Look who decided to show!” the man shouted across the room. The others quieted, and all eyes turned to Talnic. “Evening, Daric,” Talnic said, subtly adjusting his coat so that the pommel of his sword stuck out a tad. One of the men spoke up through the silence. “Well, who is he? What do we need this kid for?” Daric grinned. He took a deep breath, then proudly proclaimed, “This here… Well, this here is the Shadow! He’s gonna be assisting us, gentlemen!” There were a few chuckles, but most remained silent. “Carry on,” Talnic said. Slowly, the chatter started up again. Occasionally, a pair of eyes would flick up to look at him, as if to make sure he was still there. Daric began making his way towards Talnic, a large smile on his lips. “Glad you could join us, lad!” he said, thumping Talnic’s shoulder. “Don’t call me lad,” Talnic whispered, looking Daric straight in the eyes. “And don’t. Touch me.” Daric pulled his hand back with a jerk, and took a haisty step back. That was better. With that short sword, Daric would have the advantage in a fight that was too close quarters. He’d be faster to draw, for one, and it would be harder for Talnic to block. “You still haven’t told me what the job is,” Talnic said, pulling his hat down just a little further. “Aye, I was gonna get to that. We were just waiting for you. Have a seat, and we’ll get this thing moving, shall we?” Talnic didn’t move from his position beside the door. “Alright, then,” Daric said, sounding a little hesitant. Talnic still wasn’t sure precisely why Daric had brought him on. Not only did Talnic still not know what he was supposed to be doing, but Daric had also been the one to come directly to Talnic, and had told him of the meeting even after learning of his young age. Generally, people found Talnic through talking to others in the underground who he had interacted with in the past, and those people generally kept his young age to themselves as well. The more desirable the information that they shared was, the more that they’d get paid. “Alright, everyone,” Daric said, his voice cutting through the noise of the room. “Take a seat.” The people who were standing sat, and the general volume of the room lowered considerably. It wasn’t as silent as it had been when Daric had first greated Talnic, but it was a manageable volume. “I know that I haven’t told many of you of this new plan of mine, but I think most of you will find it agreeable.” These people haven’t even promised to go with him? Talnic thought. This man is an idiot. Without a devoted group, whatever he was planning would likely fall through the cracks halfway through. “Men, we’re going to kill a dragon.” A cheer went through the crowd, and a growl rose in the back of Talnic’s throat. The whole lot of them were idiots. “We’ll set out in a month. It’s a two month march to the dragon’s lair-” Another cheer went through the crowd. “Yes, yes, I know, it’s quite exciting, isn’t it? Well, from there… We’ll attack the monster, and bring it down! And then we can harvest its scales, teeth, and best of all, its gold!” The men cheered even louder, and even Daric, with a huge grin on his face, joined in. Talnic felt a red-hot fury boiling through his veins, and he swiftly strode up to the front of the room. “Are you an idiot?” he growled, jabbing Daric in the chest with his finger. “Do you know nothing? Do you want to get yourself and everyone else killed? What makes you think that you can kill a dragon? And why would it be a good idea in the first place?” Daric took a small step backwards, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “Enlighten me, please,” he said, his voice cold. “No.” Talnic spun, heading towards the door. He wouldn’t tell these men what he knew. They were the type who would use that information for money and prowess. Talnic only helped men who would keep his secrets. Steel scraped wood. Talnic paused, then turned, a small smile on his lips. Daric was holding his sword out in front of him, a look of grim determination on his face. “People do not turn me down, kid. We can’t let word of this get out, you hear? We can’t have people beating us to that dragon.” “If you didn’t want any competition, then why did you invite a bunch of men here when you weren’t even certain if they would help you? One of them could go out as soon as the meeting ends and create his own little group of adventurers.” “Kid-” “Don’t call me kid.” “Listen, kid. You don’t want me as your enemy. Stop making me look like an idiot, and don’t you leave this room. You’re outnumbered, and each and every man here is easily more skilled than you.” “If you’re all so much better than me, then why ask me here in the first place?” Daric scowled, but Talnic just drew his sword. He held it firmly in both hands, the weight comfortable and familiar. Daric advanced, but unfortunately, with a one handed sword and no shield, he was at a disadvantage to Talnic’s longer, two handed sword. Talnic blocked the first strike with ease, and a moment later, Daric’s sword clattered to the ground. Talnic’s opponent stood clutching his right arm, blood seeping through his fingers, staining the sleeves of his coat and dripping to the ground. With a quick movement, Talnic sheathed his blade and strode from the room, not bothering to look back. The men behind him didn’t make any move to stop him. Talnic didn’t bother acknowledging the man at the desk as he left. He only paused for a moment in front of the door to pull his gloves on, then exited the shop, his only emotion a sort of grim satisfaction.

My main thoughts: Navani? Gavilar? Wow... Flying boat things? I knew it! Oooooh... Finally some stuff with the Sons of Honor? Took long enough! Moash... My hate of you is intensifying. Kaladin! *sobbing* KALADIN!!! *sobbing* ROCK! *sobbing* Adolin, you're too storming pure and sweet and perfect. Thank you. Nalthis? Scadrial? Taldain? WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, GHOSTBLOODS? WHAT DO YOU KNOW? I love what's going on with Shallan, too. It's fascinating to read, and her relationship with Adolin is so interesting! Oh... That's what you know, Ghostbloods... And more... TELL US EVERYTHING YOU KNOW! I am loving this so so so much. And is it just me, or do the characters feel so much more... Real? They've always been excellent, but now they seem so much more like individuals. I have just a few chapters left until I'm done with part one. This is so good. And from what I've heard, it just gets better. I'm going to go and keep reading!

I probably don't have much of an accent. If I do, it's very similar to people from Utah. People from rural Wyoming have really fun accents/dialects, and when I'm around them long enough, I start to pick it up a bit. I also haven't posted on here before, so hi!

In my case, it was over email with the kid who I kind of liked in eighth grade. (The only reason I kind of liked him was because a friend of mine didn't believe me when I said I didn't like anyone, so I said that I liked this kid, and then I kind of started to actually like him. Things then got really awkward whenever I was around him. He was in my ward, I was (and still am) good friends with a good friend of his, we were in band, and I was really weird and would start these super weird email conversations with him. So then, after being way stressed out about it, I just kind of logic-ed myself out of that (as I do with a lot of things) and I didn't like him anymore. And now we're kind of friends....) The story behind this- I'm part of this organization for teens (I won't go into details) and I absolutely love the program, and so I try to get as many people into it as possible. Sometimes we get together and do stuff like obstacle courses. This summer, this kid who I had liked a year before decided to email me. I didn't like him anymore, but I was glad to have someone to talk to. He mentioned that he was annoyed that he hadn't been working out in a while (which I just realized how odd that was) so I said that he should come to this meeting we were having. He agreed, then there was this weird thing where he said he should wear a suit or something... I'd need to read the actual conversation to remember what he actually said. But he was fliriting, I freaked out, and just ignored it and then did my best to avoid him. I told my friend (who actually has social skills and has kissed a guy and is actually competent at being a human), and she said that he might just have been doing it because some guys just do it. As in, that's how they interact with people. But he'd never done that before (that I could tell). She asked me if I wanted her to help me flirt back. I said no. Anyways, I can now talk to this kid without dying. Short version- the one time someone flirted with me I freaked out and couldn't talk to the kid for six months, after just getting over a slight crush on him. Okay. Find the nerd girls. These are the girls who generally don't want to deal with most other girls, but are too awkward to talk with a guy because people might think that they're a thing. They'd be willing to accept your friendship. (In most cases). Some of them might want a relationship, but most probably just want a friend. If they just want a friend, though, they might have contacts.

I really didn't have friends until not too long ago. And even then, I only have one that I could count as a truly close friend. And you've got all of us! (I don't know you, basically at all, but feel free to shoot me a PM if you feel like it.)

There is nothing more to it. I've considered writing some sort of sequel thing where there are more people with similar abilities to Adrian, and following their stories. I've pushed aside that idea in recent months, especially as I have an ever growing list of half-baked stories that are trying to get my attention. I'm so glad you liked it though! Thanks for your comments!

Oh gosh... that's relatable. At my first (and only) stake dance when I was 14, I was just hanging around feeling super awkward and very bored, and this kid asked me to dance. I freaked out, said no (politely), and had my mom come pick me up. I am now mostly fine when it comes to talking to guys. Having a few good guy friends definitely helped. But it used to be awful.

Oooh, cats... I'm allergic, and it sucks. Cats are great. A lot of people do have both parrots and cats, but it's definitely not suggested. I do, however, have several family members who have normal Earth chickens. And ducks.

*cough* I'm going to give my parrot rant. I didn't reread that, so please excuse anything that isn't clear.

Hello! No relationships for me, not yet. I kind of freak out when I consider having any sort of remotely romantic relationship with a guy. My big thing is that I have no clue how others perceive me, and am also not very gifted when it comes to social skills. So I don't want to become an annoyance to anyone and not be able to tell what's going on. (I prefer relationships (I'm referring to friendships, as I have no experience with romantic relationships, but this applies) where if you don't know what's going on you can just shoot the person a text and within a few minutes know whether or not something's up and if so, know exactly what it is. But in my experience, limited though it is, when you ask super direct questions like that it can sort of freak people out.) I also misread social cues all the storming time. Which is why I'd need to have a super direct relationship with someone. I'm not even going to bother with a romantic relationship until collage. It would just be way too stressful. As far as I know, someone has flirted with me once. I really freaked out. So that's me.

I have a chicken! He's a tiny parrot. Named Kaladin. That counts, right? A chicken from Shinovar?