Voidus

Voidus always has ideas for minor Epics I like Strongsteel, NightMare was supposed to be a bit of a joke on the continuous MLP references we have I'm happy to sacrifice Zip or Refill or both to CM

I know a little about clinical hypnotism but from what I understand the stage shows are quite different. I'm glad you all liked Saccharine's first post, Mrs. Voidus and I will probably post in the morning sometime.

It bodes even less well that she's now spying on me. I would love to see Claudius fighting off a flock of determined sparrows. It occurs to me that there are now 4 Epics who can control animals with varying degrees of restrictions.

Renewable source of blood? Protection? General labour? Running a functioning fortress does require some grunt work.

Hoid was the name of his mentor which he stole, the Hoid in the cosmere stories that are printed are all the same.

Welcome new Sharder! Have a cookie.

2014 is the time but only in 2014 time, the time that the time is truly time is 2012 time. Time.

Probably a good idea, the college is getting a little crowded

2012 year of the time that 'that' was taken

I was about to say the same thing, unless someone's said it's ok try not to control their characters. I'd love to see a vampiric orc chieftan.

2012 is the 2014 of 2012. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but... yeah! Take that!

I think Mrs. Voidus will be making her first post soon, but she's been in a secret conversation with Twi that I'm not allowed to know the details of, so not sure exactly when. Also wooo! 3000 posts

Ahem, the Dark Alley owns all rights to the Cosmere puns thread. We send this cease and desist notice to warn you that if you do not stop making cosmere puns you will be fully liable under the DarkAlley Copy Protection act of 2012, maximum penalties of severe Hemalurgic spiking may apply.

Welcome to the forums! If anyone who;s not from the Dark Alley offers you any baked goods, just say no. No one makes baked goods like the Dark Alley of 17th Shard. Have a cookie.

*Hands Joe waffles* RIP Joes post.

And accidentally brishing the trackpad and then hitting backspace can take you to a different page and also erase your post, as I have learned many, many times

Nevaaaar! Sorry, I like SS too much to give him away just yet, he also wouldn't react too well to being sold. I like the idea of him selling to other Epics, maybe he could do what Lightwards does and just tell the chimerans to obey verbal instructions? It's actually a really good plan because he could still mentally command them himself, so if they're already in most of the major Epic bases in town he could potentially attack all of them simultaneously.

Phoenix will give you all of the everything in exchange for one griffin.

" What seems to be the problem? Perhaps I could lend you a hand." The not-voice man asked. Purple Phoenix nearly cried, what a nice not-voice! The voices were just confusing and yelling but this not-voice wanted to help him! He vaguely remembered other not-voices who were nice, the glittery lady who gave him back his hat, the man who gave him a dinosaur, Marigold... his head burst in pain again as the memories flooded him, he hunched over, gripping his head as his shadow began to stir, reflexively forming into weapons to harm whatever was hurting him but that just made the voices grow even louder. Kill him, kill them all! Cried the dark voice. Find the Doctor, you need help, we need to sort this out! screeched the other. Marigold... whispered a third, somehow different from the others. Purple Phoenix stopped thinking about nice not-voices and the memories, pain and voices all faded slowly. "Thank you" he told the man -Aldo, he reminded himself, slowly gaining some of his old self back. "I really need some help, and then I'll help you find your friend. But I don't want another friend, well maybe a not-voice friend but I have too many voices already and they keep talking and then my head hurt and then it didn't and now I need help." he babbled, trying to hold onto any brief moments of lucidity.

Can any of those three be trusted? Well that was the question wasn't it. Velth was reasonably sure about Arantir, Necromancers tended to be used to keeping a certain amount of silence, the vampire was hardly going to be able to talk about it with anyone, but Al, well he did tend to go on a bit and he was quite focused in that quest of his, but then he'd never told anyone else about the spells Velth had taught him. "Yes, I think they can be trusted." He replied. "I'll take personal responsibility for them."

Velth looked up as yet another person entered the room, by the door this time thankfully. "What's the point of secretly arranging a meeting like this if half of us are just going to announce their presence to the world like this? Seems bad for business..." The newcomer announced, a bosmer? Taking a closer look Velth could just make out the subtle differences and noted how short he was. "An ohmes? A rare sight anywhere far from Elsweyr, what brings you here?" Velth asked before he stopped to think. Idiot, he just mentioned the meeting. Velth thought to himself angrily. He raised an eyebrow and looked quizzically towards Sulen, silently asking who the newcomer was with.

Kvatch apparently Thanks for using the door.

Velth was just about to take a sip from his glass when the window exploded and two skeletal horses jumped through. One had the glowing eyes of a vampire, the other was currently picking himself up from amid the pile of bones. On the verge of launching a lightning bolt at the two intruders Velth checked himself just in time. That one was the necromancer he'd summoned, Arantir, what in Oblivion had inspired him to make such an entrance? He had just calmed himself down and inquired as to their most unconventional entry when a rope came through the window and tied itself around a chair and in walked Al'al. It was times like this that Velth regretted not growing his own tower like the one he'd had back in Morrowind, so fewer intrusions. Then again he'd taught Al'al the levitation spells himself so the Altmer would still be able to barge in on him. He stood stunned as the high elf began a tirade, switching topics too fast to follow. "Enough!" Velth bellowed to them all. "Why can't I ever be friends with normal people who use doors?" He asked of no one in particular. "Well I suppose introductions are in order, this is Sulen, yes he's a member of the dark brotherhood, no you shouldn't just yell it out like that or he might decide to poison your glass. Sulen this is Arantir, the necromancer I told you about, one of the most skilled in the college. Who his companion is I have no idea, he keeps strange company. And this is Al'al I taught him some Alteration spells a while back in return for a favor, I thought he'd be useful to have along. Now if everyone is quite done breaking things, let us sit down, take a glass and hear what this mission is all about shall we?" Pouring himself another glass Velth sat back down in his chair as the others took their own seats in the crowded room.

Vote three for a gifter

Don't their mental capacities decrease with each death? So maybe LW just wants to keep his zombies with at least a modicum of intelligence for now.