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Talas leaned against the wall, hidden behind a pillar. A his face was covered entirely with a black ceramic mask with human features, golden vines swirling around his eyes. No one knew he was here. Not his wife, not his mother, no one. He had a dedicated slouch to his back and was doing his best to go unnoticed, and succeeding for the most part. A waiter passed by with a platter of drinks and hors d'oeuvres, and he scowled at him behind the mask. Black silk gloves went up to his elbows and his hair was up in a bun beneath his tricorn hat. A white morning jacket with golden embroidery and a black silk shirt beneath covered his chest and tattered black jeans were on his legs. Bare foot, however. He padded lightly to a window and opened it, climbing out and standing on top of the sill. He gathered all of his power into his legs and leaped straight up, grabbing the next handhold and continuing upwards to the roof.

So Vincent's fake Plate does give some physical enhancement, but it is also weaker than normal Shardplate. That still seem to be good?

Just reposting this after the Legend Kerfuffle. @Voidus

New character. Yeet Let's see how he holds up to scrutiny. I'll get his sister done soon.

Talost was the winner in the battle of minds. Silas was shoved down and broken, for now. A more permanent solution would be devised, but all that could be done now was waiting to see how everything turned out. Talost pulled himself up to walk again, blood spilling from the wounds on his sides. He would die if he did not reach his mother. He needed Progression, and he needed it fast. He barely made it to his Ileya's feet before he collapsed on the ground. * * * * * * * * * * * Talostr-Akuv and Silas Jostson sat across from each other in a dark room. They were one now. Together. Talas Rajost was all that remained. @Ark1002 @Sherlock Holmes

Red. Green. Back to red. Talost's eyes were twitching, firing between the Voidbringer red of himself and the vibrant green of Silas. It was time for the self destruct mechanism to engage. * * * * * * Silas woke up. Partially. Only one side of his body was under his control, the right side. "I am..." he struggled to speak, the slack left side of his face slurring his speech, "I am truly sorry." Silas knew that there was only one thing he could do. He needed to kill Talost before Talost killed his family. Issue was, Talost thought the same thing of Silas. Each hand pulled out a knife and plunged it deep into his abdomen. One of them would die first, and the victor would be unstoppable. "Goodbye." @Ark1002 @Sherlock Holmes

Talost laughed. Deep in the throat at the beginning, rising to a gurgle, and then a shriek. "You really are an idiotic fool! You really thought Silas didn't realize what you had done? He tracked them down, and a few years ago, we killed them all! Every last one of them, destroyed. Now what silly memory from my past life can you dredge up, my past wife? Anything you think could change me from who I am? A futile hope to survive?" @Ark1002 @Sherlock Holmes

My Intestines Smell Tasty Because Of Red Nuts You forgot the n ark. SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS

Hey @Sherlock Holmes can I have one of my characters (a new one) be a part of the UnInvested?

Talost pointed at the ground to the three adults. "Kneel and don't resist. This will all be over soon." Talost's brothers and sisters pushed the three to their knees. Talost turned away, walking towards the front door of the house, his father waiting in the wings to speak with him. "You did well. I am proud to have you as the heir to this great lineage. Of all those I could have chosen, you were by far the most obvious choice. Wise, but raised to be ruthless and not hindered by emotions. Talost was always there beneath the calm surface of Silas, and all that was needed was some tampering to bring out... perfection. I am proud of you, but you must stay true to your chosen path. End them without mercy." Talost nodded, then turned around and walked back to the adults, Shardblade removed from the sheath on his back and now in his right hand. "Any last words from you three fools?" @RayOfSunshine @Sherlock Holmes

Talost looked at the woman called Tena, then squatted down, balancing on the balls of his feet, looking at the ground. "Bad decision." He leaped up, the full force of his body powering a right handed punch aiming right for her cheekbone, positioned perfectly to knock her into the arms of his siblings behind her. "Your choice is your own, Ambrosia." Talost walked over to Ambrosia and took her chin in his hand. "I see why Silas loved you. The beauty, but the fire just as much. He knew he had chosen someone who would protect his children. If you and your father surrender, all the children will still live. It all rests on you two," he said, dropping Ambrosia's chin and glancing at Anthony. "And please do choose quickly. You have 5 minutes." @RayOfSunshine @Sherlock Holmes

Talost walked forward, jumping the banister and quickly progressing up the steps. "You two need to learn something. Silas... I would say that he is dead, but that would not be true. He was simply... never there. He was a fabrication of the positive parts of our consciousness, showing only the good parts. I am only the negative parts. That might make it seem that I am incapable of emotion, but that is false. I will offer you a merciful deal. Resist, and you will all die. The children first. If you let yourselves be killed the children will be spared. I do not wish to waste potential weapons. So you can either kill or save the children. No one else will survive. No matter what you do, you will all die to my hand. But the children's survival is all dependent upon your choices. Choose wisely, and this will all be over soon. And do not worry. They will be well cared for." @RayOfSunshine @Sherlock Holmes

Aww man

A random voice shouted "Creeper!"

Drat. Another era before my totally planned character can be used. Hecking frickfracksnicksnackpaddywhacktictacapplejackcrackerjackrollbackcomputerhackquarterbackbiofeedbacksticklebackdiamondbackleatherbacksteeplejackflankerbackcounterattackantikickbackmultitracksilverbacksmokestackgunnysackpaperback.

I am on the side of many years. As in, 16yp pt II.

Has the era timeskip length been officially decided upon?

“Then maybe you could let us clear up some of your confusion!” Talostr-Akuv strode to the door of the dismal dwelling, his brothers, sisters, and even parents following behind him, having sacrificed most major leadership to their chosen heir. He hoisted his dark, damasked Shardblade high into the air above his head, swinging it around and slamming it down into the ground. His left hand tingled, still not used to existence, his right hand crackling with blood red lighting. “It is time you learn the truth about your past foolishness and repent for your failings... with your blood.” @Sherlock Holmes @RayOfSunshine

Talas walked to the front door. A slight turn of the handle was all that was necessary to open it, because Allak had already Lashed it downwards a few times. Talost stepped out of the door, and into the dim starlight, seeing his brothers and his sisters all standing in rows on either side of the doorway, each leading up to his father and his mother. “My son, the next transformation is here. Join us on the widow’s walk,” Allak said, “and take off that silly metal hand.” Allak put his arm around the waist of his wife, Ileya, and Lashed then both up to the peak of the roof of the mansion. Talost crouched, and began to access the Dor for power. He finally released his built up energy after a few seconds, shooting up multiple stories, and then proceeded to sprint up the tests of the way up to the top. He vaulted over the wrought iron railing at the top and planted his feet firmly on the platform. Ileya spoke first. “Are you ready to cast off the shackles of Silas’ influence? To leave behind your physical imperfection and your weak Investiture?” She walked forward and placed her hand on the stump where Talost’s left hand should have been. With a breath of Stormlight, she began the healing process. The two major parts of the brainwashing process to make Silas into Talost were first to bring out the wrath from beneath Silas’ normally calm exterior and to bring that to the front of Talost’s personality, making him a twisted and evil mirror of Silas. The second part was to change his Cognitive Aspect. Talost now saw himself as a man with two hands and a natural gemheart, removing the need for the spike. The second part of this change was removing his impure Investiture. Now, Talost no longer had access to any of the Metallic Arts. He has risen beyond Silas’ weakness, growing beyond his failures. Silas Jostson was gone, now and forever. Talostr-Akuv was in control. And Silas’ family was next for removal. The sad thing for them is that they would be gone physically as well as mentally. @RayOfSunshine @Sherlock Holmes

Talas picked up the phone. "Mother, you need to run. I don't know where. Just away. Go. I know you aren't the running type, but you need to go. Take your husband and daughter along with you. I couldn't live with myself if any members of my family got hurt. So please, just go." Talas hung up before Tena could respond, dropping the phone onto the ground the moment the call was over, and stood up. "You need to go too, Ambrosia. It was a mistake to stay here at all. You should have a safe house somewhere, right? Somewhere I don't know of? Just go there with the girls. Please." Talas walked away, a smile cracking through his face the moment Ambrosia was out of sight. The trap is set, Father, Talas messaged. The time for rebirth is near. @RayOfSunshine @Sherlock Holmes

Talas snapped upright, gasping for breath. He was not wearing his leather armor, but was instead wearing a tattered white prison jumpsuit, along with green contact lenses. His body might not look the same, but he would do anything he could to hide that he was as different as he was, and thus he wore the green contact lenses. One of his chitin spikes was bothering him and he wasn't used to seeing thick, charcoal colored lines running through his body whenever he looked down. Wait, no, of course he was used to it! This was who Talost was, and Silas was already gone! But he couldn't be gone yet. Talost needed him. A pulse ran through Talas' body, a internal ripple, starting from the center of his spike, echoing out through through his body, down to the fingertips and bouncing back. It was an alert, of sorts. It told him that his family was coming. His Father was coming, bringing more of Talost's family. Sent to kill. @RayOfSunshine @Sherlock Holmes

Talas pulled himself up, grabbing the door frame and staggering forward. "You can take your hand from your pocket, dear." Talas staggered forward, blood dripping from his many open cuts, long gashes running up and down his body. He took a few steps forward, and then crumpled on the ground, blood pooling on the carpet, gushing out from a (self-inflicted) wound on his stomach. @RayOfSunshine

I walk in, grab an armful of everything. "Be excellent to each other. And party on, dudes!"