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Shivertongue

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  1. Poison? This was a new development. Shiv hadn't known poison could be aeros- aeroli- put into the air. As one part of his mind - which, he would be the first to admit, was not scientifically-inclined - wondered how such a thing was possible, which the other part tried to remember if he'd actually drank any water. Antidotes were so confusing. The last time he'd been poisoned, it'd been the good old-fashioned way - with steel, in his right thigh. Worst. First date. Ever. Sitting down at the bar, he lifted a finger, catching the bartender's attention. Without even asking, he was delivered a glass of water, which he gulped down. "Wasing as drunking on the have," he said, pushing the empty glass back to the man. Shiv wasn't entirely sure what was going on. That little guy, whats-his-face - Shiv really needed to start learning some names - claimed to be a Mistborn, which was pretty cool. He didn't envy the boy, of course, nor did he envy anyone with Allomancy. A couple of years ago, having any kind of powers made you a target. Do anything un-skaalike, and people took notice. Shiv had made his living by not being noticed unless he wanted to be. That may have been backfiring since his arrival in Urteau; for some reason, he couldn't think of a single person who had replied to a thing he'd said. It was as though they didn't understand basic language... Being unnoticed was one thing. Being ignored was another. "Lefting the lone," he sighed, glancing to either side of where he sat. "Having the have of the waiting. Knowing the have of revel in right..." Straightening his back, he poured back his whiskey and slammed the glass down on the bar. Spinning on his stool, he pointed a finger at the first person he saw. "Having of name not of the knowing!" He declared, rising to his feet and flashing his crooked grin. "Mighting the not, having point as having cast, final having of breath under darking - having not as the wanting, wanting is of the HAVING! Wanting of revel and riot, riding on right of road not ridden! Coming to wanting?" By the way, that invitation is for anyone. Shiv is bored of just sitting around, and bored of having no one to talk to. Doesn't matter if your character understands Shiv or not, Shiv wants to have fun.
  2. Just to clarify, when I picked Bartbug in the pole, I didn't mean Bartbug, but the Aether personality that's in his head. I don't think we need two of them. And because I had to pick someone on each list...
  3. Speaking as a fantasy reader and writer, I think it has the potential to be a really cool idea. Speaking as a lifelong dyscalculic, I doubt I will ever understand the magic were it explained. That said, however, I think a really fun and interesting story could be about a dyscalculic in a world of mathematical magic. Especially if they are born with the magic, but unable to use it due to their learning disability.
  4. Shiv blinks, looking forth and back as people talk. Tapping the nearest person on the shoulder, he leans in, whispering, "Am having is have of whating - wasing for going is as showing of hand to the done?" He sighed, wondering why no one was answering his earlier questions. They seemed like they'd be good avenues of exploration, unless... "Wasing all the doing by one of the one?" He shook his head, frowning. "Not is running red as knowing is. Casting the toss to the far of the empty."
  5. There was a corpse hanging in the bar. Shiv approached the body, slipping through the growing crowd, for a closer look. He didn't recognize the man, but that didn't mean anything. He'd never been good with faces to begin with, especially men. From the murmurs of those around him, he surmised that the man must have been someone important, at least to the local crew fodder. "Having the have of knowing to this?" he asked, turning his eye toward the nearest person, then shifted it back a moment later. It was a rather gruesome scene, truth be told, but Shiv had seen corpses before. Granted, none had ever been hanging on hooks, but life was full of new and interesting experience. The hook through the mouth was certainly interesting, but wouldn't have been enough to kill the man. "Wasing is display on the have," he murmured, stroking his chin as he circled the body. "Always is wasing intent the having for threat? Notting the how of the how for the other, showing of hook to look on the catching..." He only just stopped himself from making a bad pun about 'casting' doubt. He was very proud of himself. "Wasing the missing the found on the now?" Excepting, of course, the pair of coins he slipped from the deceased's pockets during his inspection.
  6. That's odd. I am most definitely male, with in mind and born gender, and yet I dislike beer, have no interest in sports or cars, let along sports cars, and have little interest in most weapons. On the other hand, I love shampoo and conditioner. My golden mane of long flowing hair MUST be luxurious at all times.
  7. Arena is my favorite part of the game, honestly. I've always loved games that had a factor of randomness to them, and in the Arena, you choose a random hero and build a deck of randomly-offered cards. It's ridiculously fun, and a nice little challenge, a method of seeing how good you are at thinking ahead and strategizing.
  8. Shiv scanned his eye across the growing crowd; he'd picked this place because it seemed empty, but it seemed he'd been mistaken. He had not been in Urteau long, but it seemed as though he'd already stumbled upon a meeting ground of his kind of people. It was a good thing he'd bathed today; it always helped to make a good first impression when mingling with the right sort of people. He swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a sip, feeling the slow burn as it ran down his throat. Free alcohol always tasted better than the kind you had to pay for yourself. In his peripheral vision he noticed a girl taking the seat beside him, gesturing to the bartender and ordering a bottle of wine. The choice of drink, the clothing, and the general air she had about herself - to the trained eye - just screamed 'I have money!' People with money were his favorite kind of people. "Whating the what of bringing?" He said by way of greeting, crooked grin shifting his face. "Never expecting the not of the empty. Having the have of gather of the intent?"
  9. Shiv snatches the list and skims it, attempting to make sense of the strange squiggles of this silly person. He looks up after a moment, cocking one eyebrow. "Ising was Shiv notting the being of frighten?" He frowns for a moment, then shrugs. He grins, his teeth a gleaming white, his canines oddly prominent. "Withing on without the wishing, working the with. Nevering has wasing versing left of right." Plucking the pen from Aether's ear, he adds a small alteration next to his name. Still grinning, he hands the paper back to Aether. "Moring the like of the facting to. Withing morn to the odding of." Tipping a nonexistant cap, Shiv saunters off, twirling Aether's pen in his fingers once out of sight.
  10. I like the idea of being able to store a vote at the loss of voting once, but I think it'd be a bit more balanced if there was a limit on how many votes could be stored.
  11. Welcome!
  12. Loving the game, although my success rate is probably around 40%... I go by Shiv, if anyone wants to play me or just happens to get randomly matched against me. Anyone have a favorite deck, yet? I find myself partial to Rogue.
  13. Hope I'm not too late. Haven't played one of these in quite some time... He flashes a crooked grin as he leans against the doorframe, balancing a small throwing knife point-first on the tip of his finger. "Having the greets on the eves to the day," he says, flipping the knife into the air. It vanishes into his sleeve, and he steps forward into a graceful bow, lifting his head to regard all with his remaining eye. "Wasing calling as Shiv to the what." He straightens, looking slightly apologetic."Notting the name of the born of the course, but producting the performing of path and practice." Shiv grins, holding up a small coin purse by a pair of cleanly-cut leather ties, the boxings inside jangling with the motion. "Ising what the find for the losting with?"
  14. When you watch "Frozen" and your first thought during "Let it Go" is "Hmm, now I want to develop a story with ice magic..." and before you know it it's spun off into multiple magic systems based around temperature...
  15. Oh, lets see... Converted one when we were in the bookstore, and the paperback of Warbreaker had just come out. He was telling me that I needed to read some book that I can't remember the title of. I spotted Warbreaker on the shelf, grabbed it, and thrust it at him. "You buy this and read it," I said, "and I'll buy that and read it." He agreed, and a few days later I got a text asking for more. He's never asked me about the book he'd wanted me to read.
  16. Beautiful work! Very happy to have you with us!
  17. Alright kids, play nice. Debate is one thing, we're very encouraging of it here. But once you start being impolite or insulting to other members... well, that makes me have to step in to tell you to cool it down, go back to your corners, and keep it civil. And you don't want me to have to step in. I'm a busy guy, and don't really have the time to pre-emptively end arguments before they begin to get nasty. So this is the only warning you're getting. Don't make me turn this thread around. Back to your regularly-scheduled thread, while I go back to my thesis.
  18. Okay, I'll bite. Have you read any of his other books? Oh yeah, and also, welcome to 17th Shard.
  19. Out curiosity, where are you going to school? I was at MIAD for two and a half years.
  20. Welcome, Krazeemee! Happy to have you, but have you considered escaping Milwaukee when you have the chance? I did, and life has never been better. We are always happy to have people contributing to the galleries. I look forward to seeing your work.
  21. Because cupcakes.
  22. Mi'ch, don't make promises we can't keep... *ahem* Welcome Lurker! I lost my waffle graphic, sadly, but just imagine there is a picture of a big waffle here, just for you.
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