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"They could be here any time. Can you set up a table and get some plates out when you're done?" @JacobClaessen @Blessing of Potency @Darth Sir Woodrack Groot

Hellbent-Son-Palm approached through the streets, entering. "I would like to come."

"Let's just vote." The old lady yawned widely.

Bellatrix nodded. "I'm interested, then." She let her fire fade out, but didn't lose the cold face. He still might be with the Jackal. I won't let him survive if he is. She nodded again, musingly. "Yes, an alliance could be beneficial." She gestured towards a chair, sitting in one of her own, completely straight backed. Mark approached behind her, looming there, acting menacing. Ah, if only he was actually skilled to back it up. @Nohadon

Hellbent-son-Palm @Voidus

We're in a spam thread, double posts don't matter as much (though they still got merged or deleted, I see)

Well, guess no more massive ping storms. (Got Chaos to lose though )

@WeebTrash @Lunamor

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Yeah. @Lunamor

She chuckled slightly. "Can I use sedatives? I need to perform some pretty painful operations."

Ambrosia gave a harsh look to Dan. "And he's right. What's right for you might not be healthy for him. Let trained doctors take care of him, or you'll cause his death."

Ambrosia looked at the marines. "We have dealt with them. The rogue group is no longer at large."

Bellatrix stood up, straightening. "I am leader. You may address me as Bellatrix, or," she smiled wolfishly, mockingly, "My lord." Her black leather jacket flared outwards, dramatically, flame shooting from the sleeves, dancing in her hair, billowing under her. "And be careful, Syndicate," Her voice said it in a cruel way, making it an insult, "Or you will find a quick trip to the grave." Why is he here? Her face didn't betray her thoughts, remaining a mask of confidence, and haughty, like some strange alien creation. This better not be another attempt at getting the guild. Again, even her eyes didn't betray her inner thoughts, inner questions. She seemed utterly uncaring. She was strong. Yes, she would not be humiliated in this situation.

*Wins best*

So, just saying, your skin and arm would be dying as you did that.

Ambrosia hurried back, hospital attendants with her. She reached him, and got some sedatives ready. "Please, stop burning tin."

That's true, but Oasis is far out, and DA couldn't really get in.

The Ghostbloods walked into the courtyard, seven prisoners with them. "Shall we execute them?"

Edalb spoke. "I have bested the Roar once. If I beat him again, the tribe will be mine...'

Moonborn and Chaos Mages won't ally with them. But it's your choice. Chaos Mage: Surges: Lifeline and Ritual. Lifeline is the literal ability to convert a person (body, mind, and spirit) into investiture, normally stormlight. And, with enough knowledge and enough stormlight, create a creature. Ritual surge is complicated. It allows one to follow set rituals for set powers. Rituals can be created with incredible amounts of stormlight, held within multiple people, at least ten, within a highstorm. Rituals: Blast, an explosion created by mixing an ounce of human blood, a crushed cremling, and a cut blade of grass, using stormlight to start the blast. For more power, you can double the parts, or triple them, etc. Bind, a set of mental boundaries placed in someone's mind, literally making their body incapable of either doing or thinking something. It requires a dead horse, a dead axehound, and a dead whitespine placed around the target in a triangle, lines of blood connecting them, a star inked into their head in tattoo form, made of cremling blood, a long incantation, and a description of the binding in either writing or words. Meld, a mental connection in up to five people, allowing them to share investiture, thoughts, and emotions. It makes them, for one week, equivalent to one incredibly intelligent person, controlling multiple bodies. It takes the mingled blood of all members in a glass bowl, mixed with gold shavings and a dead chull head, all mashed together. If one person dies, their soul goes to the beyond, the body dies, but the mental capacity and memories are split between the survivors. Whisp, using a dead animal, five ounces of human blood, and the equivalent amount of stormlight from fifteen lashings, one can create a stormlight replication of the animal, which glow about as much as a lightbulb, and can be controlled with the mind of the maker. They last as long as the maker wants them to. Storm, a targeted lightning blast created by drizzling a gemstone on the end of a staff in your own blood. Wild, taking a horse corpse, stabbing it with a staff with a gemstone on the end, it creates a dark wolf servant, made of smoke, able to burn with a touch. Hunt, using an intancation and a chain, you can turn them into serpents to attack your enemies, and turn into chains again when you want. Oaths: Death creates life, knowledge is power, self before other I will sacrifice anything for my goals I will take life when I need Order is meaningless, and I will not be entrapped I am the only thing that matters Spren: Magespren So, for imaging: Appearance: Dark wolf: