Vargo Seldon

Not something to fall into the wrong hands, I see.

Taz put down a dash of gold dust to pay for his drinks. Gold was extremely valuable, being a metal that didn't rust. He thanked the bartender, and took up the cup of water, sipping at it experimentally. It seemed to suite him, and he proceeded to answer the man's question. "I was always fascinated by the idea of a place that isn't affected by the rust. Was a little disapointed when I got here though." He looked wistful for a moment, then continued, "I'm more suited to a guard job than a labor job. Pulled out my back doing mine work about ten years ago in Burning. Learned to fight with a bad arm, but will never do heavy lifting again." He shook his head sorrowfully, "Thought about signing on with the local chapter of the Syndicate, but I'd rather make my money doing something honest. Any suggestions?"

What happens when two trains go the opposite direction?

Returned led his men towards the safety of the walls, the superlifeless and marines guarding their backs. The column of men reached the safety of the walls, and took up guard positions along it's length. Returned strode into the conference room and met with Edalb, his second, Hasharan, his military commander, Silvia Rey, the Superlifeless commander, and the head Space Marine, whatever his name was. He regarded them for a moment, than said. "I think, we need assasins." @Furamirionind

I resent this. The DA went to much trouble to get just the right mixture of baked deliciousness and hemalurgic effectiveness. This cookie is one of many cookies that went up to test. This one, and only this one, passed the test and is intro-worthy.

@Lord Meeker

Keleth looked around in mounting horror at what was unfolding in front of him. When one of the Denizens began spiking a test subject, he cried out in desperation, "I propose a bill!" He looked around, to see how his message was received, then continued, "This bill will restrict when and where the DA my use expiremental Hemalurgy. Restricted areas will include city-owned buildings, such as this one."

As the cup of beer slide across the dusty bar top, Taz intinctively leaned away from it. In a voice that sounded slightly strangled, he said, "Just water thank you." And slide the cup back across the bar. He filled the other cup with water anyway, because he would need to pay for the drink he'd just rejected.

Hi and welcome to the Shard! You'll definitely enjoy your time here (I know I have ). May I be the first to offer you this complementary cookie on behalf of the DA?

Keleth looked askance at the group of DA members.

000000000111111111111000011111111111111111111111111111111110000011111111111111111110000000. A binary code of my own devising. Rather simple, but still effective.

Match 6 had quite a twist ending. A sort of Mike Tyson-ish ending, come to think of it.

Taz walked towards the nearest saloon. He needed a job and a room, maybe a little information about the town. A bartender, he knew from experience, was exactly the type of person to know these things. He pushed open the door, noting the sign above that read "Rusty Horn". As soon as he crossed the threshold, the overpowering smell of whiskey almost drove him out, but he steeled himself against it. He needed what this place had to offer. Once he overcame his initial hesitance, a large man pushed past him. No, a large youth. Taz had almost taken him for a man from his expression, his physique, and his battle scars. As it was, the youth was nearly larger than himself. He walked over to the bar, and ordered "something light." He said, "Know any place to get a job around here?" @Sorana

Keleth nodded his head. "Yes of course. Any rep has the right to speak on the floor." @Sherlock Holmes

A large man struggled through the desert, a large staff in his hands. It seemed as though the wind was driving him back every time he made progress. Every time before it had defeated him, but no more! This time, there was nothing holding Taz back. This time, he had nothing to return to. It was either find Greenhara or return to a life of drunkenness. He shuddered at just the thought of him slumped over a saloon table, nursing a mug of ale. He gritted his teeth and struggled on, leaning on his staff for support. He would find Greenhara. It became a sort of kata in his mind, the word Greenhara. He repeated it to the beat of his steps. Greenhara. Greenhara. Greenhara. He was brought up short when the wind suddenly died, and almost fell over. It was like someone had scrubbed the dust from the air like a serving girl cleaning a bar top. It all just... disappeared, and the air became as clear as glass. That wasn't what captivated him the most, however. What mostly took up his field of vision was the massive city rearing out of the distance like an armadillo surfacing from the sand. It was beautiful. He walked through the front gates in a stupor, staring at everything like a child at a rodeo. He looked around, and realized something. This city was an ordinary city. It wasn't mystical, full of benevolent creatures who actively fought the rust, it was just a city. A normal city filled with ordinary people. His face fell. Presumably, the only thing that made this city special was the fact that it was immune to the rust. Other than that, the cities inhabitants were average, and in some cases, very less than average. Taz grunted in disapointment, and stumped away to find a good hotel.

Right. It only occasionally works if he moves before the shot is fired. Will do.

He mostly uses his right arm. He sometimes uses his left arm for power strokes or stability, but his right hand is large enough to maneuver the staff well.

Hello all, I'd like to join this. Here's a character.

*tears up* that, my friend, was beautiful. *sniff*

Keleth jumped at the sudden noise.

I realize you mods have a lot on your plate, so I scored this one myself, though I'm not sure how it could measure up as an epic. Feel free to re-score it if you feel that's necessary. @Voidus @Lord Meeker