Archer

Clay continued nodding, oblivious to the warning. "Thanks. I'll take 211-A, if it's available. It's my favourtie number." He handed her a fistful of money, second guessed himself, then handed her another fistful. Pulling out a pen, he then scribbled his signature on the ledger. He took his time doing so so he could read the names of the other guests. He didn't recognize any of them, but he committed the information to memory anyway. When he was bored, he could watch the rooms to put names to faces. That would be fun.

I took the liberty of aging her sixteen years. If that's a problem (or you want anything changed), let me know.

Clay stepped forward. "Hi, ma'am! My name's Clay!" he announced. He stuck out his hand to shake. "I've decided to stay here for a bit, so I'd like a room. Preferably one next to that man with the chocolate's. Do you know if he gives out free samples? I could really go for some chocolate right now." Clay's attention wandered as he thought about that rich, gooey substance... When he started paying attention to the conversation again, he realized that the lady had been talking while he'd been daydreaming. Hopefully whatever she just said wasn't important. He nodded politely and pretended he'd been listening. As he did, he rummaged around in his bag to find some crysts to pay her with.

“GEEHAW!” Clay bounced in his saddle as his horse raced across the rocky trail. “Faster, Kicker! There’s still time!” The horse’s hooves pounded up a cloud of dust behind them. The noonday sun shone overhead, undiluted by the thin wisps of clouds that stretched like snakes across the sky. As they clattered across a wooden bridge, Clay wiped the perspiration from his brow. Navigating the twisting trail was treacherous at such speeds. Gradually, the universally recognizable scent of cookies baking began to fill air. It got stronger the farther up the path they went, until finally Clay and Kicker burst into a clearing dominated by a rambling stone building. The Waystop. “Whoa, boy,” Clay shouted. “This is the place! The feeling is coming from over there.” As his horse skidded to a stop, Clay slid out of his saddle and began to run towards the building. He barely noticed the strange flora underfoot. Nor the unlikely concentration of spiders hanging from… everywhere. His eyes saw only one thing. Him. I’m too late. He’s about to say it. This is gonna hurt. As Dayne, for that was who the focus of Clay’s attention was, stumbled through the main entrance of the Waystop, the world seemed to slow. Clay watched the man’s sweat drip from his skin. Drop by tantalizing drop. His chest expanded, sucking in air to say those horrible words. Please, not again. Not after last time. It took so long to clean up afterwards, Clay thought as Dayne let the words on his mind slip from his lips. “Some water, please.” It was all Clay could do to stay on his feet as the realization of what had just happened stunned him. He didn’t say it. He didn’t say it! “YES! Thank you so very, very much!” he cheered as he arrived beside the man’s fallen body. “You didn’t say, ‘It’s coming’! Or ‘Beware so and so’! Or make any warning whatsoever!” Clay stopped to catch his breath, so he’d stop using so many exclamation marks. He sat down next to the man. “Don’t get me wrong. That was still as five or six on the Sehr-Klischee Scale. But you didn’t die, so I’ll let it slide.” Clay glanced at the man’s face. “Please don’t die on me. Especially not after delivering an important piece of information or leaving a vital clue. That would be unfortunate.” Clay splashed some water from his canteen on the man’s lips. Best not overdo it. He then got to his feet and began to investigate his surroundings. There were a few people around, he nodded to them in greeting. He was getting senses from a few areas around him. Outside, hidden away. Near the kitchen. Something with a strong aura in the library. He was used to them, he always picked up on a few whenever people were around, so he noted each one and moved on. If he had time, he could investigate them later. For now, he needed a room. And maybe some food.

*also can't resist* The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you goats to think upon.

I thought I was the only one who had this problem... I have no theorizing to offer in response to this question, I just wanted to say that you're not alone in having a selective memory. By the way, welcome to the Shard!

To quote the Coppermind Wiki, 'Brandon made a mistake while writing The Well of Ascension. The Feruchemical effects of brass and electrum were to be swapped. By the time he realized this was forgotten, however, the book was already in print. Brandon didn't want to retcon this, so the effect of brass was canonized.' Here's the WOB source for reference: Brandon makes mistakes sometimes. Very very rarely, but it does happen on occasion. I blame Ruin.

These oaths are accepted. Welcome to TUBA.

*gets the Hitchhiker's joke*

Looks good. I'll add them to the list.

THESE OATHS ARE ACCEPTED. Though I still have no idea who was playing the piano. It certainly wasn't me.

You just make a bio, then post it here or PM it to me so I can post it in the original post (OP). A good bio for the character should have all of the feilds that are in the example one (name, investiture etc.). After that, you just start posting in-character in the RP.

Good choices. Wayne's one of my favourites too. Friendly reminder though that the mods get grumpy when you double post. Don't worry about it this time, just know that in future it's best to avoid. You can report your own posts for deletion if you ever accidentally do it again.

CAR SALESMAN: Let me tell you, this is one quality... *slaps Adonalsium* *Adonalsium shatters* CS: Ummm.... We're having a sixteen for the price of one sale.

Welcome to the Shard! Out of those books, which character was your favourite and why?

*checks sig* *test writes it* Ah. My autocorrect changes it to DA's. Meaning I've written DA's a few too many times... Do you think I should change it?

There's still time to spray paint them before tomorrow. Or you could take your chances with the Slugalopes....

M? C? A? Meekers (if they count as non-sentient). I love their name. When I check in the morning there'll be about seven or eight, then over the course of the day I'll get fifteen to thirty more, depending how active the Homeless are. I have been advised by my lawyer not to answer that question. HOW DARE YOU?! I AM ODIUM. Yes. Don't wear the blue sneakers tomorrow. The moon gets sold to Ferring Corp. He's good, but he's often controlled by an evil god. Free, if you use a five finger discount. Nightblood would help with that. July 4th, 1862. Pretty good. Three of our cities made the top ten list of the Most Livable Cities in the world. But I don't live in any of them, so it's more of a patriotic victory for me. I'd rather know. I'm curious like that.

I take everything too seriously, then sprinkle in some pop culture references. Story of my life.

I think that the Challenge of Champions Preliminary Match (April 14th) was the first time Alleyverse characters were used. Before that (The SLICE Opening Sale etc.) was 1st person RP. So, everything before then would be what I consider the first era. After the timeskip would be the third era, with the stuff in between being the second.

If there's ever a dog war, I'll lock my door and board up the windows. I could take one or two of them, but if they came at me in packs I'd be toast. So I'd hide in the basement to weather the storm. I usually use a 2 or 3. It's just the right temperature for sauteing or gently heating stuff.

1. Mraize. 2. *struggles to remember any if the titles* The Legend of a Luke. Anything with alliteration in its name had to be good, right? 3. Kind of. It's a small one. 4. German Shepherd. Definitely. For sure. 100%. 5. Any grown man who has the confidence to allow people to call him 'Cluny' has my respect. 6. Kaladin. 7. I gave myself a crash course in Silmarillion lore (via the internet, my brother, and a Tolkien encyclopedia), but never read it. I tried reading LOTR, but washed out. I might try again someday. Maybe. 8. Dogs! Cats judge you. 9. The DA. They know how to have a good time. And they're more academic, which I appreciate. 10. To undo the spell of living stone cast upon my family by slaying the serpent men and driving their leader, the cruel wizard Rathamon, back into another dimension. Or something like that. 11. That's a tough one. At the moment it might be the 2015 Man From UNLCE movie, or maybe Total Recall.

Brandon Sanderson and J.R.R.Tolkien are in an arena. They're dueling, Pokemon style, but using characters from their books instead of animated creatures. They don't stop until someone has all of their characters defeated. Every. Single. One. Who would win?