Sorana

Lift still didn't listen, but went on describing what she planed to do.

"Trust me, you will look great!" Lift grinned at her happlily.

Jasnah stared at her. "I want to have a new haircut, not loose my head!"

"A sword." Lift replied.

It took me a while to get used to it, but once I got the hang of the style, I loved them. The characters, the world, it felt real. There were so many dark elements, but still, there was always hope. It wasn't like it was only dark, to shock you as a reader, it was a part of the world, and it was logical, nothing felt staged. Especially the way the characters evolved, with the different stages in their lives. There wasn't this typical black and white, but all characters had their motivations and acted accordingly. Actually that triology is one of my favourite series.

Did anybody here play Assassins Creed Unity?

So she went off to look for a knife.

And now she had to figure out on her own.

*wins*

... Nobody had a tendency to disappear suddenly.

*wins*

Only Nobody would be able to be more awesome than the 12th pancake.

*wins*

So awesome that even the tenth pancake looks like a normal pancake in comparison.

Grateful Althea nodded and walked over to the bed standing in the middle of the room. "Go to Max, Brashen. Please. This is neccessary." She lifted him of her shoulder and didn't need to listen to his reply, to know that he was against it. "He'll hurt you." He hissed and she sighed, headed back to Max and handed him her spren, to stop any impeding discussion. Not here, not now. "He is the best option, given the circumstances. And you know it. Don't intervene." She told him sternly. Brashen stayed with Max, which showed her that he knew, that he had followed her thoughts as well, had reached the same conclusion. But then it was Brashen, and he tended to be irrational when it came to her. Careful to appear calm and confident she lay down and saw Tyson stop next to her. There was a glimmer in his eyes, she didn't like at all. Cutting open a part of her cloths he took a look at her shoulder. A grin tugged at his lips as he strapped her to the table. For security reasons. Or because he was planning to 'accidently' use less anesthetic than neccessary. Althea inhaled, depleted her spheres and exhaled again, let the stormlight go. It wouldn't do if she started healing while he worked. Immediatly the exhaustion was back, tugging at her mind, but she focused on Max touch, pushed it all back and concentrated. She could do this. She had to. Tyson looked at her again, the he cleaned the skin and applied an anesthetic. He wait for a while and then set to work. Althea grit her teeth against the pain, sometimes she hated being right and forced herself to stay silent. It was manageable. He knew what he did, had used enough to keep it manageable. Comfort. Max was still rioting comfort and she clung to that, a part of her wishing she had followed her heart and went to the hospital, screw all arguments. ========================== Brashen hissed when Tyson cut his Radiant, when he opened her skin, his assistant standing on her other side, doing what Tyson told him. His Radiant, she was his. She belonged to nobody but himself, maybe to the other human she had sworn an oath to, but she was his. "He's hurting her." He told said human, a silent, do something about it, in his voice. She had wanted this, but it was wrong. She had to be safe.

Althea smiled behind his back, then she reached out and elsecalled them away. They stood in front of a large building, she remembered well. I was trained here. At least partially. She told Max and then stepped forward and opened the door. She walked slowly, tried to avoid to limp despite the part where every step hurt. Another one, stuck somewhere close to her hip. Althea nodded a greeting at the guards, and then let herself into the building, waved their questions away, with a small gesture of her hand. She led the way, used an elevator to avoid walking up the stairs and finally stopped in front of a door. Althea knocked, and then stepped inside, without waiting for an answer. She didn't really worry about an infection, but Max was right, the faster this was done the better. "Tyson." she greeted the older man, who looked up, when he heard his door open. He had a hard face, his eyes were cold. Raising an eyebrow he looked her over. "How can I be of assistance?" he inquired, his voice neutral, but she knew he wished she would turn around and leave. He'd never liked her. But he was loyal, and he would keep quiet, and that was more important than sympathy. He would help, because it was his duty, and that was everything she needed right now. That he would probably hurt her unneccessary, simply because he could do it, was a price she would have to pay. "Get some bullets out." she replied in the same way and saw him narrow his eyes at Max, but he kept silent. Instead he turned around and walked over to a door leading to another room. "How many?" "Two that I know of." He sent one of his assistants out of the room, ordered him to fetch some supplies. "Do you want me to check for others?" Althea shook her head and he turned around, looked through his tools. You will stay here? she asked Max, no hiding the fear she felt at the prospect to be at someone's mercy. And would you mind to look after Brashen? He doesn't take this kind of stuff well.

Hello and welcome! Who is your favourite character?

Since Voidus proposed to post the bios for characters in this thread, here's Lizanne. (I already posted her in the character thread, so that one's mostly for information)

That really fits the book I am reading right now: High Summons by Eli Celata. It looked promising on Goodreads, and although I don't read that much urban fantasy, there are some series in that genre I enjoy a lot (e.g. Jim butcher's Dresden Files), and I decided to give it a try. But the main character, I have this contant urge to throttle him, or maybe punch his face, or something like this. He feels flat to me and I have a hard time to understand his emotions, or his reasons. He simply acts, and I find myself wishing he'll die soon. It feels staged, artificial, and I simply can't realte to him at all. Thankfully it's a thin book, and I plan to finish it, and then I'll hand it over to my local library. If there isn't some kind of central turn around, I definitely won't read the other two books of this triology.

And he needed to try them out.

Mira grabbed a stool and threw it at the shadow.

Sure! Plot, NPCs, something like that.

It's great to have you back!

Hey glad to see you're interested in joining! @Arky-boi

That's why I'll use a new character for this setting. If she dies, it' fine. If she ends up insane, it's fine. As long as I end up with some good rp and a cool story, I'm happy. And in my experience loosing is even more interesting than winning. It's a lot more intense, it hits you more, if you really, really tried everything, and then in the end, stare at a pile of rubble and know you messed it up, or you had the wrong idea, or you simply couldn't do it.