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  1. I was advised I should present myself for membership here, so, well, here I am.
  2. Forgive me, but I’ve never really written something like this before. I’m Solir Darjeeling, Alethi, lighteyed, eighth dahn and I don’t see myself rising from that anytime soon. I have pale green/grey eyes, weirdly disorderly hair that keeps getting me into trouble with my superiors, and a fairly average build. I’m a military brat, born of a soldier and a seamstress. It was my father’s hope that I would follow in his footsteps and join the Kholin’s army, like he had. I wasn’t exactly eager at first, being content to remain a musician. I was part of an orchestra during my younger days, see. Of course, when I saw the threat the Parshendi posed to us, I joined up without a second thought. I got sent to the Kholin warcamp and became a watchman, though I would occasionally perform in a local orchestra, when I had the night off. Then, one day, a few scouts fell sick and we were undermanned at the time. I was “volunteered” to get sent out on a scouting mission to report on enemy movements. I’d never really been out on the Shattered Plains before. It was all sort of new to me. I didn’t have long to appreciate it, though. There was a battle. Well, I wouldn’t call it a battle, more like a slaughter than anything. The Parshendi caught us unawares and we fought to the last. I don’t know why, but they didn’t finish me off and just left me to die, surrounded by the men I called my friends. I remember, as I was fading, reaching up to the night sky and pleading for help. In that instant, I saw Starspren. I heard Starspren. I think I joined with Starspren as well. There was some kind of bond, because I heard the Spren’s words in my head, and I saw things; massive swords wielded by great knights in titanic armour, a faceless being that was both one and many, and other worlds, far beyond Roshar, floating in the sea of stars. When I woke, my wounds were healed, and I could hear the Spren speaking to me. I had become something called a “Truthwatcher”. I’m not entirely sure what that means. Legends were never really my greatest strength, but perhaps there is more to this than I know. For that reason, I must discover the secrets I’ve been shown, and learn to wield the power I’ve been given.
  3. 1: About 10 Parshendi beards, and that's if you can convince the merchant they're genuine. 2: Probably Roshar. Knightly orders, big swords and snazzy clothing? Throw in tanks and it's a dream. 3: I care little for olives in general so it makes no difference to me. 4: The Peter Jackson LOTR movies. Fine stuff. 5: To rock the casbah. Unfortunately the shareef don't like it. 6: A Rosharan chicken, because birds.
  4. Yay podcasts! I'll throw a couple into the ring for good measure. Author Stories - Great series of interviews with a bunch of authors, very interesting stuff. Also Brandon was on it once, so it's mandatory. My Dad Wrote a Porno - Exactly what it sounds like. The hosts read the steamy romance novel that one of their dads wrote. It's hilarious.
  5. Darjeeling entered the stronghold of the Knights Awkward somewhat awkwardly. He had everything he needed with him in order to join the illustrious order: a bag of dice, spare character sheets, a full pencil case, and more notebooks than he knew what to do with. "Hello there," he announced to the room at large. "I'm here to join the Knights and pledge myself to being a Rolesmith." All he had to do now, it seemed, was take the oaths. "Books before friends. 17th Shard before the real world. Release dates before birthdays. I will bind others together with fictional narratives. I will battle on, even if my fictional characters fall around me. I shall raise my strength stat to defend those without, even at the cost of my resources."
  6. Arma 3 with a Star Wars mod. It's great fun to play a Clonetrooper.
  7. Excellent questions, my good sir! 1: Within Reason is a rock band from Alabama that started in 2005. Outside of Reason is also a good band name. 2: Depends on the knowledge being pursued, I think. Don't forget the lessons of Jurassic Park: Just because something can be done doesn't mean it should be done. 3: Salted caramel.
  8. Figured I might as well do one of these. Feel free to question me on whatever you like. ...within reason, of course.
  9. There is a serious dearth of tuba jokes in this thread. That must be fixed. (Disclaimer: I play tuba, and it's great fun) A tuba player walks into a bar, and it cost him $175.00 to have the dent removed. How many tuba players does it take to change a light bulb? Two. One to hold the bulb and one to do breathing exercises until the room spins. What do you call it when a tuba falls out of a building and lands on a little kid? A flat minor. What do you call it when a tuba falls out of a building and lands on a military officer? A flat major. What do you call 2,000 tubas laying at the bottom of the ocean floor? A good start!
  10. I'm no good at motivating, so I'll leave it to this dog.
  11. Consider it a test of endurance, like you can't touch the book until you finish your novel.
  12. But I can't burn iron ;_; As for my favourite books, I'm a big Stormlight Archive fan, and I've also read all the Mistborn books, Emperor's Soul, Elantris, Arcanum Unbounded and the Infinity Blade novels.
  13. I'm definitely going to be there too. Absolutely looking forward to it
  14. Aww, are the cookies spiked? That's a shame. I was looking forward to a good cookie.
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