Nohadon

Already wanting to lose again? I'll be waiting.

"This is the canton of combat, best guild in the alley verse!" Olra proudly replied. "As for my accent, I'm from Fjordell. Name's Olra, nice to see ya!" Olra subtly tapped a band on her wrist, increasing her connection to Devaan, letting him know what was happening.

Olra, the guard on duty saw a girl wandering around the canton. "Hello!" She called out cheerfully. "What're you doing here?" Her accent was Fjordish

Welcome to the shard! Have an upvote! I'll @Archer for you.

Anyone care to duel Devaan? I want to test a new fighting style with him.

congrats @hoiditthroughthegrapevine!

"When you are ready, sir, you are welcome to join me in a private room where we may discuss business" Devaan gave a short bow before steadily walking to the waiting room, he was glad the monster was dealt with quickly, he didn't want to get his hands dirty while posing as a simple steward. He shot a look at the underlings hidden around the training room and for an instant they say him glow white. They immediately withdrew.

Sorry I’m late! Thanks for saving the best for last!

Devaan scanned the room. Until he saw Mr Amber talking with It. “Lord Amber?” He asked in the calm accent of the old terris. “My lady has a buisness proposition for you. Allow me to explain,if you please” @Life&Death

It is up to the Hitman (or Woman) or their Organisation to charge for assassinstions. The bank of Chrysts ™ does not endorse the act of assassination publicly

Devaan donned the clothes of a Terris steward and accompanied Ghostblood member Selser Shal into the ball. With the clothes he had, it was unlikely people would recognize him. He wanted some nostalgia from simpler times. He wanted to pull a scam, he looked around the room searching for a mark

A loose pamphlet fluttered onto the messsge board before being pinned up by the mime on duty.

Will do to both of these. A fatal error has occurred. You have tried to make multiple accounts for what is considered to be one guild in the bank’s eyes. The request has been flagged as fraudulent, any further attempts to exploit the system will result in the offender being fed to a chull.

MWAHAHAHAHAHA Name: Stick. Son of Stick. Destroyer of Sticks. Investiture: The ability to summon sparks of fire that only burns plant matter (including sticks), given to him by Kindleform Species: Matchendi with Kindleform Strengths: Has the ability to snap a stick in half... WITH HIS BARE HANDS. Weaknesses: The Wetlethi and water in general. Home Planet: The Northern pole of Stick. The side that directly faces the sun. Goal: Bringing down all churches of the stick. The Matchendi are the strongest. Hobbies: Making campfires.

Interesting. Also I do hope that there is a VERY strong barrier between the audience and the fighters. If one of the twins dies, Devaan could lose it.

Was that...? Riathor? At the duel? That rusting git was back without telling Devaan! Devaan ran over to Riathor. "Maaaate! Where've you been for the past 6 years?" He asked Riathor, his half-brother had gotten a whole lot stronger while he'd been away. He noticed that Riathor's weapons now hung comfortably at his sides instead of clutched in his hands. He seemed more confident then before. "What do you think of the twins? I trained them myself" Devaan said proudly. *** "Devaan just left us." Astiel said to Silphio "Yup, he just saw someone he hadn't seen in 15 years" "Who?" "Riathor Hasting. Your Uncle. He's also a mistborn" "He is? so that's where I got it." Astiel wondered about the man, similar angular features to Devaan, but he was taller than the terrismen. Astiel absentmindedly flipped a coin.

"Good shot Mara!" Devaan called out. Silphio whooped as he saw Mara's gauntleted fist flash out. They finally took the fight to close combat. Silphio looked closer Oh no. Silphio saw the spike sticking out of atticus' eyes. What if Max saw that? Would he freeze up in the middle of the fight? "The helmet will keep him calm" Devaan muttered, figuring out what was wrong at the same time as his pupil. Astiel looked confused. "Keep who calm? Father? What do you mean?" "Max freezes up whenever he sees people who've spiked themselves. He's frozen up fighting Silph more than once, and lost each time. He has to get over his phobia before it gets him killed." "So it's now or never?" "Now or never"

Devaan studied the fight carefully. They were keeping it to ranged attacks. Why were they doing that? Max would be more suited close-up and Mara could back him up. Atticus and Ambrosia should be trying to whittle away at the twins, using range, It seemed that those two had the upper hand in this fight right now. The Power armour was a very valuable tool, but not as strong as the armour that the twins were wearing. Devaan made them himself. All they had to do was push themselves and the armour would lend them a hand. Devaan finished off his chouta anxiously and hurriedly ordered a horneater dish that he couldn't pronounce. Astiel looked at Devaan astounded. "How are you not bigger than the training grounds?" He asked incredulously. "Bendalloy Feruchemy" Devaan mumbled through the food "He eats less when he's in public" Silphio muttered "I heard that!" "I didn't understand that, with all the food in your mouth" "Just watch the damnation fight Silph" "Yes sir" Astiel smiled. Silphio hovered in the air to try get a better view of the arena.

Silphio flew into the arena from above, taking a seat next to Devaan and Astiel. They were both eating chouta. Silphio bought some more from the snack stand, also ordering egg-nog for the ghostbloods he saw cheering for Atticus. "WOOO! GO MAX & MARA! YOU GOT THIS!" Devaan yelled. He always got excited watching his pupils duel. Silphio smiled at his overeager teacher. "Max! Good luck out there! Mara! give em' hell!" Silphio called out. Astiel kept eating his chouta. He was interested in the duel, but wasn't rooting for anyone. Silphio couldn't get a read on the guy.

You could always force-feed the chull a bunch of lerasiim

The probably did it to annoy me. If he wants his character back he’ll tell you, but he said to put it up.

Go for it!

Hi all! It's me. My friend @MoHaam refuses to log onto the shard (for some reason. I have tried every day to bring him back on) And has quit the RP, he has, however given me permission to put his character up for adoption, If anyone wants to adopt his character, comment here. Anyone that for some reason or another won't be on the shard for a period of time can choose to put their character up for adoption. Here's MoHaam's character, I have asked him about any additions and this is what he told to write:

Devaan walked through the repaired gates of the training ground. Did he have to do this? Yes But why? He's your son, Devaan. damnation. His spren wouldn't let him off this time. You ever going to name me? Devaan didn't think he would. Astiel jumped off the roof of the training ground, slowing his fall with a well-timed steel push. "So. What is it dad." "Look kid-" "Never call me kid" Astiel's voice was dangerously low "Look, Astiel" Devaan nodded to him "I know I wasn't around, and I know that you were mistreated, but please, believe me. If I had known what your adopted parents would be like, I would have stepped in" "Well that's reassuring" Astiel muttered sarcastically "But joining with the Panthers to settle a vendetta? That wasn't going to go well for you" Devaan took a seat from the porch and motioned Astiel to follow. He stayed standing. "Well it was either that or stay with the tekiels" "I understand that, but now you have better options" "Oh really? what are they" Astiel's right hand wandered to the rapier he kept in his sheath "Here's your options. You can pick a shard world, I'll give you some money to get there and you can live there. I'll visit often to make sure you ain't murdering no one" "I wouldn't" "You did try to extort and murder me" "It was personal" "regardless, your second option is that you live here. You stay in one of the rooms upstairs like the other pupils and we have some time to bond. I'll teach you some tricks, and tell you about my past and your mother" "And option three?" "You attack me, and try to kill m-" Astiel's Rapier was immediately drawn. "So? What's it going to be?" Devaan eyed the rapier, it was made of aluminium so it would cut through his aon defences like a hot knife through butter. "Option two" Astiel smiled Devaan sighed with relief "Good, now get to training, that fiddlestick of yours is good, I'll teach you some proper technique for it" Astiel rolled his eyes and stepped to the sparring area, Devaan followed. They sparred throughout the rest of the day.