Observer

Stephen Leeds walks into a bar, and proceeds to make a million imaginary orders. He finds this annoying, but with so many people in his head, what else could he Aspect? EDIT: Guys, please do not punish Natanaj for making a thread. I know you don't think you're doing it, but everybody who looks at the OP sees the negative reputation, and then gets curious and wants to see why. You then proceed to see his worse posts, and add yet another downvote to the pile, dragging the OP lower and lower. I get it, the posts were bad ideas. Please, we've made our point already, there's no need to pushing somebody just because they happened to make a thread people post in.

Like a lot of people, the Lord Ruler walked out of a bar with substantially less baggage than he'd entered with.

It's not really a bar joke, but have you heard about that one feruchemist who couldn't stop himself from tapping tin? They fed him some lerasium, but it only...COMPOUNDED THE PROBLEM! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Man that brings back memories of that one time I melted and was mistaken for a Kandra. Thank goodness for obscure rules concerning the workings of Gold.

My entire skeleton is made of allomantic metals. Between tin and copper feruchemy, they got nothing out of me.

I am a very stupid excuse for a human being. I am not, however, quite that stupid. But it doesn't seem to matter. Simply dropping by opens the gates of Hell whether or not you told them anything.

He's in the chatbox now. Seriously, it's like when you learn a new word and then you see it everywhere. Pay one bloody visit to 4chan and suddenly it's all over your life.

It's a really old computerized D&D game from the Neverwinter Nights series by Bioware. It takes place mainly in the Underdark, and involves many, many fights with drow who just never stop throwing up those stupid globes of magical darkness. Think Drizzt, but on a much larger scale.

Joe, stop giving me Hordes of the Underdark drow-fighting flashbacks. I don't have it anymore and you'll send me into debt if this kind of nostalgia makes me buy a new copy.

Figured making myself a nightingale would be a step too far, however OP it could be. Still, not much that's funnier than putting on a set of +40% to one-handed gear and then decapitating everything in single combat despite being a rogue. There's a reason Skyrim has it's own tv tropes page for game breakers, but imo enchanting has really worked to earn a spot there. Also, another illusion game-breaking player Harmony + Legendary, y'know?

I'm kinda making fun of the level 100 sneak trait that makes people totally forget you exist while you ram knives into their buddies. That, along with spending hours in enchant, is probably the only way I've ever beaten Skyrim. I'll admit it was excessive, but what on earth else do you use that pointless perk for? Also I've come to realize Dar'Omnir will probably die very young being the kind of person he is with the problems he has. Thinking I'll probably just kill him here whenever. Can't always get away with stupid risks.

Looks like it. How close would we be to the vampire at this point?

Managed to squeeze in a post based on how I generally wind up playing most Elder Scrolls games. When stealth just stops being worth it, you make up for your total lack of any other skills and play like a warrior.

The alarms had been ringing for a while. Wonder which of you idiots had to go and make this so much harder... It didn't really matter. As far as Dar'Omnir was concerned, he wouldn't be spotted even if they were actively searching for him, as they were now. Of course, that didn't mean his job had gotten any easier. The bandits were being surprisingly intelligent, massing up in around the body and carefully spreading out. There were eleven of them, thankfully without anyone who could reliably track anything, conventionally or otherwise. Dar'Omnir was lodged on the ceiling, making good use of his biology for moving and watching. He was fairly confident he could get out and use his bow like this, but his eye made the odds of hitting anything dicey. Furthermore, there were simply too many of them to start picking off like that. Somebody would notice, and it would all go to hell from there. After a few moment of thought, Dar'Omnir braced himself up against a nearby wall and slid his two gold rings off of his fingers, replacing them with silvers. The amulet went through the same treatment, and moments later the Khajiit had his bow out, aiming very carefully downward at a searching bosmer who vaguely resembled Dar'Omnir. The arrow flew perfectly straight, the boosting effects of one of the rings aiding its flight through the bandit's back. He didn't scream or even yelp, giving the assassin plenty of time to draw Spiral in his offhand and, and complete it with Raven, a slightly oversized-shortsword filled with the best enchantments Dar'Omnir could dump into it. The Khajiit hit the ground silently, blessing his muffled boots and ramming Spiral into the first bandit to notice. The man smoked visibly, this insides torching, before he died. Within the few critical moment when nobody saw him, Dar'Omnir swept Raven through a turning mage, cutting her off halfway through a surprised spell. By this point everybody had turned around. Eight bandits of varying professions and race turned to attack Dar'Omnir, who stood crouched in the center of them. And then, in a flash of light, he vanished. Dar'Omnir only had two flashes left, but this one had done its job. After coming back from their temporary blindness, the bandit crew was forced to try finding the elusive Khajiit a second time, and the delay was going to cost them. A throat slit using Spiral destroyed another enemy searching in the wrong direction. A sword in the chest fixed an overly-observant mage. It had been a few second, and they were turning around again. The assassin rolled across the floor, moving ahead of the general masses' gaze and gutting a beffy orc. Naturally, the dagger didn't finish him off, requiring a messy second strike with Raven. And then, Dar'Omir was once again spotted. Five on one. Now this I can handle. Dar'Omnir launched himself across the room the rings giving him the fighting skill to properly deflect a sword strike, and the right mindset to spot a sloppy swordstace and take full, lethal advantage of it. What the enchantments did not do was allow him to notice that the first mage he'd killed was not dead, and had taken the liberty of summoning a frost Atronach, which proceeded to smack the Khajiit across the room. Dar'Omnir hit the wall hard, and heard something break. Luckily, adrenaline held the pain at bay long enough for a quick potion to undo most of the damage. With a roar, he charged again, sidestepping the summoned monster and finishing off the mage. The Atronach vanished with its master, and its body made a wonderful vision block as the assassin entered the mass of bandits, swords stabbing madly. From there, it was a simple swordfight, excluding the fact that all participants fought as dirty as possible. Despite a total lack of skill in melee combat, or perhaps because of it, Dar'Omnir fought dirtiest. Bloody and battered, he crept into the next room, and there found the other Brotherhood members. "Was your intention to let a huge pack of bandits go hunting for me back there? Because that's what happened." he said with grim humor, surveying the room.

Sorry about not posting recently. It's been messy. I'll get around to it some time soon.

"Damned Elf always has to have the last word." Dar'Omnir muttered, drawing Suffering and Spiral. It probably wasn't wise to be filling soul gems on such an important job, but it was either doing it now or being forced into killing a few civilians later. Besides, there wasn't likely to be anything inside that could survive a pair of good daggers in the back. With this thought in mind, the Khajiit crept through the entrance, then split off down the opposite path from Velth and....whatever his partner was called. Rushing quickly ahead on perfectly muffled feet, Dar'Omnir quickly arrived at a moderately sized room. It had a ramp leading upwards to one side, and a stairway heading down opposite the entrance. There were only a pair of humans at the platform up above, talking to each other. Beside them was a small device, likely a form of alarm system to reach down the stairs. Let's hope it's a good conversation then. The more interesting it is, the less they'll be looking for... Dar'Omnir crept forward slowly, sticking to the more poorly-lit sides of the room, avoiding making any movements too quickly. He bent down low, crawling up the ramp at an uncomfortable angle, close enough to hear them talking. Something about archery off in the other room. It didn't really matter, the others would be handling that. From here, Dar'Omnir could tell it wouldn't be easy to sneak up on the pair. They were too far past the ramp, and the platform was too well lit. If they bothered to look, they would see him coming long before he got to them. This was, of course, why any good assassin learned at least a little alchemy. Dar'Omnir removed a small potion of invisibility from his belt, the smallest of the six, and drank it. It would only give him a few seconds, but for a silent assassin, it was more than enough. The Khajiit stalked forward until he stood right beside the two bandits, then tossed a coin behind one of them. One of them simply had to look around his partner, while the other turned around. In that moment, Dar'Omnir slit the first bandit's throat with Spiral, and then buried Suffering in the other man's neck as he turned back around. Silent flashes of blue coursed out of the dying bandit's body and into the black gem in Dar'Omnir's pack. You two were positioned well. This ramp was very difficult to sneak up to, and either one of you could have sounded the alarm with only a few moments of warning. This won't be easy... With these thoughts in mind, the Khajiit moved into the room connected to the ramp. There weren't any other people inside, though there were a few potions of healing and spare weapons. After looting some daggers for later, Dar'Omnir set off down the stairs to the next room.

Dar'Omnir is only of average intelligence, give or take, at the best of times. Furthermore he's so self-centered to the point of crazy spot-check fails, so even under normal circumstances it's unlikely he'd notice. Throw the bloodlust he's feeling at the moment, and there's no way he'd pick up on it. If somebody else wants to do so, feel free.

Dar'Omnir listened from behind, still a little cautious. He'd been forced to show up late, thanks to a particularly clever guard. It was annoying when they did that. Breaking the stereotype, being smarter and faster that they had a right to be. He'd cleaned up the traces well, but that one man had somehow gotten close to finding him. No matter, he was on time now, and that was what counted. Stepping into the group's range of vision, he listened. There was a bit of banter, some smiles and laughter. It wasn't killing as Dar'Omnir was used to, but there was no accounting for the thoughts of these people. They all did the same thing, and it shouldn't really matter how they did it. The assassin's blood seemed to run hotter with anticipation. There would be death, lots of it, and soon.

A chromium ferring. They store "fortune", though there's been some debate about what that means exactly.

Wow, I go on a vacation for a few days and BAM, inactive thread leaves without me. I'll post tomorrow.

Some slack since you're new on the forums (judging by the 9 posts as of writing) but could you try to keep the titles of your threads non-spoilery? Aside from it being visible under the Mistborn section to anybody who happens to look there, any thread, even those under the hidden sections, can be seen from the front page if it's a new one. By now it's unlikely anybody on these forums hasn't finished Mistborn, but you never know. It pays to be careful when such a large spoiler is involved. I recall in the Allow of Law Annotations that Brandon said Sazed has extreme difficultly acting thanks to his two Shard intents.

So, this is the new era of spambots. The kind that get in one post in each forum.... I...guess...it's better?

As a reference to the Ultimate God Metal thread, I am now a Sodium-Compounding Historian. In other words, I spend my time using magic to make crap up and then put it in the textbooks.