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The Rock jiggled his pecs, dual wielding Shardblades.
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The mighty Lopen awoke from his slumber. Half of his face was in tatters, his left arm was missing, yet he had someone with him. His people called him the Rock. The thunderclast inhabited the man, and holding on to Lopen they both teleported to Rhaizen. A slight miscalculation in teleportation led Lopen to have his arm stuck inside Rhaizen's body, his hand clutching the man's tiny heart. He crushed it, fuelling his strength with anger.
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Chimpington disliked this Septimus for having a stick up one of their orifices, but he'd fight along side them. He quickly grabbed the boom boom stick from underneath his hat, and unloaded six adamantium bullets in Rhaizen's skull.
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Lord Chimpington was mad. His master was sleeping, the bastard child of the shards had run, and he was hangry (not a typo). He screamed out in rage, ripped out a nearby Dakhor monks throat, and created a perpendicularity. The waffle that came out instead was both maddening and comforting. After eating this he Aon Tia'd to Rhaizen's location, hitting the ignoramus right in the eye.
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Lopen flew to the Worldspike, ripped it out, flew back to Sel, and stabbed himself placing the entire power of the Alleyverse within himself. This power, complimented by the infinity gauntlet, allowed him to turn Rhaizen into a waffle. He then consumed Rhaizen.
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A Death Star appeared piloted by a one armed one eyed cremling called Shallan’s Love Triangle, who hated himself and the rest of the world. He blasted Sel with his Death Star so hard Obi Wan stopped caring about Alderaan.
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Lopen ‘s spren worked together to form a ten meter human piloted robot a la jaegers from pacific rim, with Lopen inside of it.
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The thunderclast inhabited the monastery, but it was unused to such a large body, so the ground simply started writhing and strange muscle like structures started appearing in the walls.
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Lopen picked up the infinity gauntlet. ‘One doesn’t consider fun when balancing the fate of the universe, but this does put a smile on my face.’
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A messenger appeared in front of Leya Smith with an Aon Tia card and a summons from Lopen.
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You’ve forced my hand, Lopen thought. ‘Order 87’ Lopen screamed, casting a shield over everyone in his team. The thunderclast nodded, and the statue froze. Instead, the monastery sunk into the ground, Rhaizen’s frozen hand rising out of the stone, his fingers barely quivering.
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‘Storming Autonomy,’ Lopen cursed, a thousand ribbons of sand rising out of the various compartments in his suit, ‘Corrupting people into stupidity.’ As Lopen said this the ribbons lunged forward, at first lightly pushing Yzabet out of harm’s way, and then creating a cocoon around Rhazien, sand entering every orofice and being pulled back out through organs and skin. As a Dakhor monk launched himself at Lopen Lord Chimpington cast an Aon Sheo at him, killing the acolyte who had not been given Aonic invulnerability. As all the action was taking place Jaddeth’s statue opened its eyes. The thunderclast had arrived, and it was ready to fight.
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Completely Honest and Non-Cult Liebrary
LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian replied to Kidpen's topic in The Alleyverse
I have never read the unholy books and would like to offer to become a liebrarian acolyte. You can also put me down as a DA, CoC, and Ghostblood endorser. -
Lopen felt something their family was known for: knowing where they are needed. 'Guys you've progressed a lot over the past few hours, but we need to go. I'm transporting all of us to the Jaddeth statue courtyard of the Dakhor monastery. Tap on these Aon Tias when I return.' Lopen teleported to Elantris, grabbed Voidus rock with his new body and returned. 'Let's go guys.' Lopen grabbed Voidus, and as they all simultaneously tapped the Aon Tia they were transported, and came upon Rhaizen, Septimus, and another person. 'I love the smell of Dor in the morning.'
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'Apologies. Let me just use this to change that.' Lopen takes out a modified flux capacitor, speeds up to 16 miles an hour, and goes back to before the Investiture comment. Thankfully one of the modifications on the flux capacitor (before it broke after the time travel) was erasing past selves. 'Mac will train those who do not use the Metallic arts in their field.'
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'Mac, I made sure to drop by Roshar, and asked some spren if they would be willing to join my quest. The recruits have been chosen by one already. Guys, could you describe the little creatures that have been circling you for the past hour or so? And regarding breaths, I gave them 20 each through the messengers. Based on their bronze pulses, they have retained them. Anyone up for a bit of waffle?' Lopen reached into his tie to take out a big piece of the Alleyvillage waffle, but all he could feel was crumbs and a chimp. 'Lord Chimpington, you suave little thief! Introduce yourself to our guests, and stop eating so much waffle! It's unseemly for an eligible bachelor such as yourself!' As he said this, Lopen winked to the others. 'Sometimes I wish I stuck to my brother Hoid's advice and helped lightweaving damsels in distress in distress instead of monkeys with massive appetites.'
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'Mac, nice of you to join us. I'll need you to train the recruits in Surgebinding and Awakening.' Lopen turned to Soul, grimacing as he held out two Shardblades. 'Try these. They can't be affected by allomancy, and they have some other interesting properties. These are both made of my spren (plural), so you will be unable to shapeshift them like you would with yours, but they are perfect for training purposes. Others, you'll be sparing against me. I have some Dakhor... alterations, and I'll only use them when fighting you. I'll go easy on all of you.'
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'What are the blades made of Soul?'
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'3 of 5 so far.'
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'Patience. Do you want a Ben Carson spike to calm you down?'
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'Good. I'll need you to use that dead arteth over there to take the form of, and infiltrate Fjordell. Here's a seon for communication. Aaric, I'll need you to train those who join us in the metallic arts.'
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'Excellent. Which generation are you?'
