Lord Meeker

Sigh. Either swear the oaths or not. At least keep this GB related! If you are willing to "forsake all other guilds and clans within the Alleyverse..."

Because it is a weekend. Anyways I will vote for Elandera at least until I have a reason for why you are voting for Eternum

I am officially bringing back the Ghostbloods to combat the traitors known as the New Ghostbloods as well as I miss scheming. To join you must swear the Oath of Loyalty. You will also have a background check. The Oath of Loyalty. I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely support and defend the Ghostbloods and its decrees against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; to forsake all other guilds and clans within the Alleyverse. That I will bear arms on behalf of the Ghostbloods when required by the Council; that I will gather all information, intelligence, and recruitment (when necessary) when required by the Council; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the Council; and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me Adonalsium. Name Signed Edit and note: I hope to get back to you tonight, if not I will get to you by Monday.

Another house that we know of.

A boulder the size of a fisheye smashes every character with a name flat, flat as a pancake, except for Him, He was too awesome to be concerned with such things.

Great!

I feel as if this has gotten off topic just a little. What systems have been suggested? A list might be a good way to format this all

Yeah, pretty much. You can follow the other character posts for an outline

Rhazien huffs annoyed. He moves to stand. As he does so he whispers in a hushed tone, hoping that only Septimus will be able to hear. "A storm is coming, one that I can not stop, but one that I can embrace for what it will bring and what it will change. You are welcome to either follow me in my endeavor or stay and prepare yourself for what is coming. If you choose to follow I would like you to bring Nei'an with you. If not Then do not bother, I can complete this task myself without much help." Rhazien stood, leaving a few coins on the table for the bartender to collect. He checked his satchel. He had the page of Aons given to him by Mac, spikes in his chest from Voidus, his own natural surgebinding abilities and breaths, notes plans, and maps. Next on the list could operate in any order. Get unkeyed metalminds from Mace, capture himself an Aviar under the direction of First of the Night or learn ClayShan from Kane. Perhaps the best course of action was to get the metalminds, set up an expedition with First of the Night and invite Kane to teach him Clayshan as well as practice the Aons in his satchel. Rhazien teleports to the outside, keeping his eyes peeled for Mace or First of the Night. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Mac. That one could cause trouble, he had been known to do so in the past. Failure was not an option Rhazien would accept.

You can take of my vote Shqueeves. I just found it a little unfair that you switched your vote for a stupid reason.

What is the head count on votes? I will vote for Shqueeves as well. Amati, a mistborn? Interesting Mused Rhazna. One killed so easily at that. She set the paper down that vore that particular news.

Rhazien watches incredulously as Nei'an slams his own head into his opponents pewter fulled fist. What has his recklessness led Nei'an to? Wondered Rhazien. The punch knocks him to the ground. Riathor stumbles the poison must have canceled out his tapped health. Rhaizien walks into the arena and lifts Riathor hand. "We have a winner, folks! Every one give Riathor Hasting a hand!" He announced.

I get names mixed up... as they are not your shard names. I will change it... But still the offer is there. Edit: I fixed it @MacThorstenson

The dance ended, Rhazna looked down ribbing her hand against her arm, shyly, eyes on the floor. "Thank you Lord Hadrian. Please excuse me." She said. She hurriedly began walking back to her table. Stumbling halfway feeling herself falling. ( @MacThorstenson If Malcolm would like to dance then here is a good opportunity.)

The message in the brick reads as follows: The time has come, do what you were hired to do. "I am not fond of repeating myself," Rhazien said. "Why are you here?"

Rhazien stared at the table as his piece of bread sunk into the table. "I wasn't finished with that." He said. "So why are you here?" He noted Mac entering the building from the corner of his eye.

Rhazna looked up at the man who had approached her. She blushed when she made eye contact. "Of course, my lord," She said, rising from her chair, still blushing furiously. Why could she control the littlest of things? She thought to herself as she allowed Hadrian to guide her to the dance floor. The song ended and some of the dancers made to leave, others seemed to approach the dance floor but hesitated when they saw Rhazna. She held her dress in one hand so she didn't trip and the other was looped around Hadrian's arm. The music began and they positioned themselves, ready to dance. One thing bothered her though. Hadrian's hand was a bit too high on her back. Embarrassed, she spoke in a hushed whisper as she clasped Hadrian's right hand, "Can you please lower your hand?"

Rhazna stepped, helped by a footman, from the carriage, her burgundy gown dress flowing behind her. Her blond hair was layered so that it fell around her shoulders and bobbed when she walked. The ballroom was magnificent, although not as grand as some of the others she'd seen. House greeters announced her at the doorway and she smiled and looked at the ground, and her hair covered her eyes just a little. Rhazna sat at the nearest open table. She glanced around shyly at the ballgoers and some of the men. This had definitely been a long time since she had been to one of these. (There was a gender change for obvious reasons... So Rend can dance with Rhazna if he so desires)

"Aye," Rhazien says eyeing Septimus. "Why are you here? If you are tailing me, because of what I did, then I will let you know that I am more dangerous than I let on. Simple fact, not a threat my friend." Rhazien broke off a piece of Clemabread and chewed it thoughtfully.

Alright. So I am leaving it?

So remove it completely?

Rhazien prepared himself for tonight's ball. He began by picking his finest suit for the ball. A white shirt, pristine in color and dark charcoal pants. His back coat tail hung low, nearly touching the floor, ended in a V. He adjusted the sleeves of the coat making sure it fit snug and comfortable. He discretely slipped a few items into both sides of his flap pockets. Rhazien straightened his peak lapels and slide a boutonniere between the left side button hole lapel. He rubbed some gel into his hands and slicked back his hair. He would make the best of tonight, as it had been a while since he had been to a ball. He walked from his room and descended the stairs to the carriage below. The foot men opened the doors as he neared and Rhazien entered the red plush interior sitting on the lavish seats.

You know what?! YOU KNOW WHAT! Lol just kidding. You know what I mean though.