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Sherlock Holmes

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  1. Smaug the Terrible and Ancalgon the Black both can breath fire and cast curses on even the strongest of men. I mean, Smaug just walked into the Lonely Mountain. He barely had to expend any energy at all to take over one of the strongest dwarvish fortresses ever. Ancalgon the Black took an entire army to kill him, and even then cast some pretty scary curses.
  2. "No, because the site was obliterated by a thermo-nuke. But I will take you to where the spot she would have been." Tena led them over to another part of the Crater Ward, then dropped a coin and Steelpushed herself up, parallel to the crater's top.
  3. "Sure," Tena said, leaning against the wall of the house the marines had tried getting into.
  4. *Car Salesman slaps Voidus* *Car Salesman is never seen again*
  5. Great gods, Archer, I can never manage to outdo you despite my greatest efforts. Which may say something about my work ethic. *coughs onto back of hand* Anyway, I loved the roasts, even though everything you wrote about Kelsier was inaccurate.
  6. Fangblade trotted up to the female (trailed by strange creatures whose scent was oddly dull) who had just arrived. She was about the height of his mother, and didn't smell or look dangerous. She was also an Edgedancer, like Fangblade himself. His spren decreed her completely harmless right now, and he spoke, surprising the female. "What is your name, and why do you smell of a pup?"
  7. Puppies rained from the sky, all equipped with Windrunner powers, and ate all the breadmunks.
  8. "What do those sons of grizzly bears want now?" Tena said exasperatedly to her son. She then walked to the door of her balcony, and looked down at the stairways that were shaking from far below. The idiot space marines were knocking on someone's door. There were no stairways to her house; you had to have either the Surge of Gravitation or Steelpushing to get to her house. Fangblade or Tena would have to help them up if they wanted to get to the house. Tena calmly dropped a coin and vaulted over the rail on the side of her balcony, weakly Pushing on the coin to slow her descent. Iffina formed into a Shardstaff as Tena willed her to, Tena landing on the walkway next to the marines, inquiring calmly, "What are y'all in the neighborhood for on this fine day?"
  9. Tena saw Silas crying. That was disturbing. "What's wrong, Silas?" she asked him gently. He didn't answer, which made her more nervous. His body just wracked with more sobs, and she gathered him into a hug, softly pressing his face into her shoulder, waiting for him to quiet down. As she did, she noticed something odd. He had a spike in him. She burned steel (she always had metal in her), and traced a blue line to him, one that wasn't his metalmind. She waited until his crying dampened (her shirt), then held him slightly away, and said, "Is the reason you are crying because you are spiked, and you think that I'll be angry?" He burst out back into tears, but she continued, "I'm not bothered by Hemalurgy that way others in this city, that aren't the Dark Alley, are. Bud was a Dark Alley Hemalurgical construct that is called a Seekrador. I planted a different spike in him, one that TUBA helped me create, that counteracts that first spike and drives it null, so he cannot receive orders from the Dark Alley. I myself have spiked Fangblade personally twice now, one for intelligence, and one for Feruchemical physical Investitures. I don't know why he can talk." Tena pushed Silas away and looked at him in the eyes. "Just because you have a spike doesn't mean that I don't love you. It never will." Silas's tears stopped slowly, and he hugged her again.
  10. Kelsier vs Sazed... that is going to be fun.
  11. Tena needed a kid. So she adopted a street kid, Silas. He was, err, a little old, but that didn't bother her that much. What did bother her, however, was that he grew to be nearly a foot taller than her.
  12. *Thinks of Smaug* *Realizes that no matter what he says, the other guy's opinion won't change* Fantasy scripture is much like religion, no?
  13. Life, the main problem I have with your book is the backstory. It sort of ticks stereotypical to me; Life protecting Earth from the bad guys while a superhuman is developed to save them in the event of disaster. Why does Life care about Earth so much? Bloodthirsty characters are fun protagonists, no? I still love Soul, he's pretty great.
  14. Tena, Fangblade, and Bud had a new residence on the side of the crater that the thermo-nuke had carved into the Alleycity. Tena had divided the money she'd gotten from helping build the Crater Ward homes and buildings two ways: one to building this house and one to buying two thousand Breaths each for Fangblade and Bud. The house was nice; it had a large courtyard that Tena had carved into the cliff side with her spren and the help of a Lightweaver, nice anti-radiation Aons, and sturdy stone walls. Such a place felt empty, however. Tena felt she needed kids or something to fill it. She was certainly old enough to have children.
  15. Fangblade's theme song is 'Hungry Like The Wolf' by Duran Duran. Tena's is 'We Are The Champions' by Queen.
  16. @Archer, Tena and Fangblade have both been updated, could you put them on there accurately?
  17. Ene, what's with the thing about Apollyon and your palm? Could you tell me the story?
  18. That also seriously takes away from both sides, but mostly mine. Still, Balrogs have whips o' demon-fire.
  19. Fangblade appeared into the Newcago Court by virtue of a convenient Perpendicularity that was near his mother's ranch. He sniffed the situation and determined it be yet another feather-brained human party. He approached the obvious Alpha Female and rolled over in a sign of respect and submissiveness, then got back to his feet and trotted off to a table. Rearing onto his hindquarters, Fangblade placed his forepaws on the table's surface, and began to messily devour a roast pig that had smelled enticing. He got off the table, leaving half of the pig on the table for anyone who wanted it. Common courtesy, he decided, staring at the now savaged pig, drooling, is way too much work. He forced himself to look away, then trotted off.
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