Elend Venture

Sorry, being that there are so many people doing this right now, and this can happen any time at all, but would ya'll approve Nuemark Bordeux and Damon for Era 4?

Damon tried to decide how to make stuff less awkward for the customers. "Here, Hydries, you should probably either change into something with more coverage, like a miniskirt, or put on an apron...like Abe's."

Damon started making more frapuccinos

Elend went to a great feast and carved the turkey with Nice.

Damon walked over to the walk in freezer. "Abe, come over here and help me pull all three hundered mallard chicken breasts out to cook. There's no food on the menu, but we will have our bar-peoples seduce customers into getting a dish or two."

Damon wondered how many customers getting a bunch of attractive, flirty workers would really get them.

Damon reassembled the handgun, inserting a single round into the cylinder and spinning it. This made fights less monotonous. He tucked it back into his belt.

Damon sat to the side, oiling his revolver. Not the most sanitary thing, but this bar had seen worse...even if it had only been open to the public for an hour.

Suddenly, Damon glanced at his cheap wine. He got an urge to get a little buzzed. He opened a bottle. He tipped it back and took a big gulp. Coughing in surprise, Damon realized that this was port, not wine. The salesman had lied to him. He used some red paint to cross the wine off the menu; 1. CHEAP WINE PORT - HAGGLE FOR BEST PRICE "Good morning, my attractive companions," said Damon.

The building was large; three stories with a flat roof, the bricks washed a bright white. It was shaped like a giant cube, of equal dimensions on every side. Over the ironwood double doors that guarded the only entrance to the building menacingly was an enscription scrawled in splattered, crimson paint: The Bleeding Spike. Damon strolled into his tavern and looked around, nodding with satisfaction. The interior of the building had a low ceiling, of the same wood as the doors, with an expansive floor to match. There was a neat row of tables every three meters. The chairs were of low quality, for he had spent most of his money on every other part of the tavern before purchasing the seats. A massive oak bar wrapped around three walls of the room, the one at the far end well stocked with alcahol, that being one kind of saphire wine, two types of whiskey, thin ale, and a cheap red wine. The bar on the left contained assorted swords and daggers from the cheapest stainless stiletto to the finest aluminium-edged longswords. The bar on the right had scores of firearms stocked behind it on racks. The third wall had a stage for performers and executions next to a staircase to the rooms above. Damon smiled...alcahol and deadly weapons, the perfect mix. He was tired of life on the run and felt that there was nothing he would ever rather do than spend his remaining years a barkeep. He went back outside and pasted a poster that read "NOW OPEN AND HIRING" onto the bright wall. MENU* 1. CHEAP WINE PORT 2 C 2. HIGH QUALITY PORT 4 C 3. SAPPHIRE WINE 4 C 4. CHEAP WHISKEY 3 C 5. 15 YEAR AGED SINGLE MALT WHISKEY 5 C 6. DARK LAGUR 2 C 7. LIGHT LAGUR 2C 8. FIREARMS- INDIVIDUAL PRICE LISTINGS. 9. EDGED WEAPONS - INDIVIDUAL PRICE LISTINGS 10. ROOM FOR THE NIGHT - 100 C** *25% discount for members of the Ghostbloods. **Clips He threw open the doors and ran to the bar, where he waited, patiently. After all, if his tavern suffered the fate of a certain other tavern, he would be altogether destitute.

Granted. Your bane is that you move to Europe and they stopped selling them there because America bought the company. I wish for somone to answer this post on the 'Introduce Yourself' thread.

Welcome to the shard! May I ask what you favorite song/band is?

Welcome to the Shard! May I ask your favorite character?

*twitches from caffeine* Granted. Your bane is that you are taken by brigands and forced into slavery. I wish for a cup of coffee.

Granted. You OD on amphetamine. "Sorry," says the Nightwatcher, "that was kinda dark." I wish that Kaladin and Szeth could dogfight with SMGs.

Some truthless short guy 8/10 for low pixels on the potographer's camera.

352. Never ignore a wizard's commands.

Teton County, Idaho

Granted. It does, that is, until you pass out from lack of sleep while hang gliding over the Atlantic. I wish to manipulate fire.

Fair. Grainy. Cowboy. Sheepboy? 8/10

The body disappeared. The head remained. Elend summoned a mile high monolith of ice, with the words "Here disappeared Sir Redacted of Arse's body" carved on the north facing side. As it started to melt, Elend thought better of it and put the world into a nuclear winter in order to preserve the monument. He hefted Nice once more, thrusting it into the ground...and using it as a shovel. He dug a hole and put redacted's head in it, and covered it with dirt. He replaced the words on the monolith with: "Here lies [REDACTED]".