Sorana

We had some. They never started due to some getting inactive.

Mahad returned to Shana, fetched her. Shana finished the pancake she was making and then smiled at Evelyn. "I'll be back soon, fetch Ben." Quickly she headed upstairs and knocked on Ben's door. Worried she bounced on her feet. If he'd stayed upstairs, maybe he wasn't better yet. Or he simply read, or... He had to be fine.

I took a look at your character. Took me a bit, but I asked for a second opinion before posting here, as he is unusual (in the good way) @Steel Inquisitive What I personally like, is that you combine the two kinds of investiture and seem to have a clear picture in mind. The reason why he is broken in the first place is missing a bit, although I think it might have something to do with his parents. If possible maybe add that to his backstory, as there is the possibility to substract points depending on how much it influences him in his daily life. Scholarship average 20; Cooking average 10; projectile weapon training average 45 As you only mentionen the level of his skill with the throwing knives, I went with an average level for both scholarship and cooking. If you want that higher or lower, please tell me, then I can adapt it accordingly. Sum of points for skills: 75 Windrunner 1st ideal 85 (Please keep in mind, that we've established during this era, that you have to check with a mod before having a Radiant speak another oath. You state, that he is close to his second oath, so depending on how soon you want to write him speaking his second oath, it might be neccessary to calculate him as 2nd oath. Otherwise he will have to go through the neccessary development on screen and that may take the whole next era. I don't want to discourage you from rping his development, quite the contrary, but I felt like you should know up front, that we're stricter about Radiant's speaking their oaths than we were when Era 3 started.) Zinc 35 Sum of points for Investiture: 120 (not including Variant abilities) Could you please give me some kind of direction what an extended length of time is for you? Is that minutes, or hours or days? I know you stated that it varies, but I have a hard to judge this ability without some direction what you have in mind. What I feel like it might cause some conflict is the part about "ties emotions to a memory and potentially permanently alter a person" - it's a cool concept, but the moment the other player doesn't agree the ability will either be ignored, or the other one is annoyed because their character is pushed in a direction they didn't want them to go. We already see most player characters react to rioting, by finding a reaons, why they aren't affected (like haveing an aluminum headband in their pocket) and I wouldn't be surprised if it is the same here. You can buy this ability, but please think about it, so that you aren't disappointed when most players don't react as you wish they had. Of course you can always talk to somebody up front, especially when it comes to the permanent effects, that might be a good way to avoid frustration on both sides. Based on the discussion in the other thread, I would like to ask you to change that if possible. It seems like you already have another idea, so I think, that might be better. No Gravitation surge -15 desperate to be liked -5 Sum of points for weaknesses -20 In total: Skills 75 (with cooking included) // Investiture 120 // Weaknesses (-20) = 175 || the special variant skills not included. All in all you are a bit over the 150 points, without your variant skills. So I have to ask you, to either remove some of his skills, or to add some weaknesses. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them any time.

"He should be up soon." Shana replied and pointed at a stool. "Sit down, Mahad can take a look." Her spren zipped away, looked for Glint. Humming she put the first pancake on a plate and handed it to Evelyn. "Here you are." @Lunamor

"Can I come?" Lena asked and grabbed her bag before he could reply. A happy grin spread on her face. This day just got a lot better. "You said, I am allowed to use them as well. And then I know, who you mean. I won't get in your way, just leave one or two for me?"

Mike froze. His hands opened and closed, opened and closed. Triarchy. Order. The words were like a blow with a hammer, felt like he was being cut open and burnt alive. "Triarchy." He whispered. Not Ark, thank whoever was watching or not watching, not Ark. It wasn't Ark. It was the lady. He didn't know her, but that was good. He never wanted to know her. Never ever. She was scary. They all were scary. Everybody. DA, Ghostblood, TUBA. They were all scary. You didn't rise high in a guild without being scary. The young ones like Wes, some were nice though. Stiffly he took out his own device, checked the fastest way. "We can still try to get away from the two following us. Maybe they can protect us, if we are to head to them." He showed the path to Wes, his voice shaking. Disobey. No. They couldn't. He would be dead the next time he disobeyed. "Seom? Do you want to come as well?" @Sherlock Holmes

Jessy cursed and inclined her head in agreement. Maybe they could tinker something together, but she wasn't specialized on that. She was trained in other subjects. risk to be stranded here forever? "You're right. Let's stay with them, until we find a safe way to get away from them."

Wita nodded and quickly headed to his side. She waved at the little fairy, blew her a kiss. Without saying something she handed Marcel the wallet, asked him with her eyes if he wanted to put it back. "There is more to this." She said quietly, although he'd probably already suspected. Still it felt good to come to the conclusion herself. She like to thing through a situation on her own, even though most of the time she couldn't."

Shana picked up the gemstone and look at it confused, then she put it down again. Strange things happened now and then. She heated a pan and started to make pancakes.

But you'll keep your current ones?

"I never realized you left the one we belong to." Lena remarked dryly. It had never been a real guild, although it had been called that way. Still, his hate was so one sided, so unreflected. She liked it. As long as he hated the guilds, he didn't hate her. "And I don't care who you allow to stay here, as long as they don't frighten Mart." With a slight grin she lifted one of her bottles. "If the trespass, I'll gladly take care of them."

"Okay." Zokora repeated, but didn't move. The man was standing there, blocking her way to the market, a bloddy knife in his hands. "I think we should go and take a look at the ships." She amended her plans and started to walk towards the harbour itself. Her steps were quickly and she looked back regularly, to see if Deteca kept up, and also if the man followed her. Which he did.

Find some way to get out of here. Mike didn't wait, didn't hesitate. Seom picked up some rubble, and he scremed in fear. "You need to run, Seom, run! Tels, just come!" He yelled, then the fear was too much and he grabbed Wes had and started to run. Away. Run away and hide, somewhere. A store, a bed, a closet. Somewhere the DA wouldn't find them, somewhere nobody would find them. Somewhere safe. His heart beat a fast rhythm, while his feet hit the ground. Flee. @Truthless of Shinovar @Sherlock Holmes ================== Althea saw Aylitha and Max storm forward, attack the guy and she touched the air around their enemies body. The spren perked up at her presence and she was glad, that, just like the lamp, it didn't like the sprenless being on the street. She soulcasted the air around the armour into a thick and sticky mud, hopefully covering sensores and possibilities to perceive the world outside of the armour. She had no idea where such sensonrs might be, so she simply covered everything. In the best case, that would help Max and Aylitha to land some fatal blows. @RayOfSunshine A beep caught her attention and she read the reply of the engineer. I want to stya with Mike, I’m so scared, thta monster will kill me, I camt go back. Annoyed she was about to write something back, force him to follow her order, but then she located him instead on her map. Four Ghostbloods, followed by two of these creations. Move to our position asap. Bring Mike and the other two with you. Don't risk your life. She replied instead and packed the device away, doubting somehow that they would survive. @I think I am here.

Deteca's laugh was a pleasant surprise and Zokora laughed as well. "Come on, let's see what we can find on the market. It's afternoon, I don't drink alcohol in the afternoon as well. But I'm thirsty, and I can't live by love and air, I will need to drink something soon." She flinched slightly when the shadow moved closer and she recognized the face. A man. She had killed him over ten years ago.

Wita opened the wallet and showed a picture, of the man wearing copper jewellery. Maybe Quinn liked pictures? Without bothering to form a sentence she pointed at the colourful clothing of the corpse, like her own, or Marcel's red coat, there were some brightly coloured pieces.

"Not long. Half an hour maybe." Shana avoided his glance. "I mean, we can stop anytime, if it's more important, of if you need something..." She trailed of, looked to the door and wondered if she could flee. He'd never spoken to her. Never had adressed all the issues she had brought up. And she still had no idea what to make of that.

Zokora turned around at Deteca's words, the shadow followed her movement. It was still there. Waiting for her to let her guard down. "You don't drink?" She asked astonished. "Are you a robot of some sort? I mean if you need a power supply, then I can sure organize that as well."

Shana added two tablespoons of flour for each egg and then poured some milk into the mixing bowl, until it looked good. A little bit of salt. "You can mix it." She told Flid and stepped back. "It needs to be thin, we can easily add more milk. but mix it a bit first, so that we can have a look at its consistency." @Lord Furret =========== @AonEne

Wita looked up. The man they had met earlier she shrugged and pocketed the wallet Marcel had seen earlier. Good? It depended on what was good for him. She continued to look over the man lying here and only vaguely registered how Sam cried out in pain, when a piece of metal hit his foot. Then he turned and limped away. "But they did see us." Confused she looked at Marcel, while Anthony nodded eagerly. "We never saw you. The alley was empty when we came." He nodded again, his head bouncing up and down and up and down, while he took another step, gestured for them to leave. The little fairy left her and she looked after her sadly, looked at her hands. Of course she left her. It was the same as with everyone else. @Dr. Dapper @Hope Spren @I think I am here. @Eluvianii

"One egg for two tablespoons of flour. Add milk until it has a good consistency, and a little bit of salt." Shana laughed and fetched a bowl. "Here, you can mix, while we add the incredients." She handed the eggs to Edwin and grabbed the flour and some milk.