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Elend Venture

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  1. The dropped satchel, really half full of ETN detanated between the two blocky-gun men, spewing lead and brass shrapnel everywheare. @Grey Knight
  2. "Stop, Tel!" Called Nuemark, noticing that Tel was starting to walk right into the beast's tentacles. Nuemark threw a five pound chunk of RDX with a blasting cap and a lit fuze into the monster. He then opened up on it with all 30 rounds in a aluminium machine pistol, hard-cast penatrators each and every one, before stepping foreward and slashing at several tentacles.
  3. The pipe bomb went off inside the creture. @Ark1002
  4. *looks at a quarter of Alleycity destroyed* Ark, u one deadly boi. 

  5. Nuemark jumped back and threw one of those new-fangled pipe bomb things into it, already lit. He chopped at the tentacle and bound himself away again. The other three tables connected.
  6. Nuemark downed 3 shots of whiskey before summoning Dark. He launched four tables at the evil-wraith with fifteen bindings each before they connected with the monster. Then he rushed forward, shardblade held high.
  7. As Damon saw the guns, he steel-pushed himself toward the figures, passing between them and firing twice more at each. Then he saw the muscly thing come out from where it was about to punch him a couple seconds ago. He emptied a revolver into it's head, where the eyeslits should be, steelpushing all six bullets for extra speed. He had once tested this and found that he could make a 340 grain hard-cast bullet travel at 3000 feet-per-second. Unfortunately, Damon dropped his satchel, which had his ammunition in it as he pushed himself away from the blocky gun men. He made it to the opposite end of the room from the muscled dude, and half the room away from the gunmen. He was careful to look forward but watch his back too. He now only had twenty rounds left in his pockets. The rest had been in his satchel. He reloaded the empty revolver. Fourteen now... @Grey Knight
  8. Damon took a deep breath. Then he pulled the pin on his charge. The twenty seconds was ticking. He placed it carefully down on the granite. Tossing a bullet casing onto the roof beneath him, he steelpushed himself 20 meters into the air against it as it came into contact with the stone. A few tense heartbeats later, the charge blew. Because of it's cone shaped nature, the explosion was directed straight downward, smashing through the stone and blowing a three foot diameter hole in the roof. Very little of the explosion came back at Damon as he dropped down through the hole, quickdrawing both his already-cocked revolvers. He slowed himself at the last moment before he hit the floor, landing in a crouch. He raised both revolvers and pointed at two of the three dark figures. barley visible through the smoke and rubble in the air. The third could be delt with by a pushed bullet casing. Damon rolled to the side, came up, and fired. @Grey Knight
  9. Damon continued forward cautiously. Whatever had made the noise did not return. Damon burned steel and looked about. There was little movement in most areas, except for just ahead. There was a flash of light and color and he saw several moving blue lines appear. He turned the corner and saw what he least expected to see: Hasharan and about a doazen other soldiers fighting yetis. Ducking away, Damon smiled. He had also seen which part of the city he was in by the light. Knowing his position, he reholstered his revolver and steelpushed himself up and away off of a lamp post and began a speedy journey to the Dark Crusade building. Damon landed on the roof of the building, getting a small, shaped-explosive charge out of his bag and cocked both of his revolvers.
  10. The cool darkness washed over Damon as he ran across the narrow street. All was silent but the beating of his heart. He was supposed to find a certain Dark Crusade building but he just kept getting turned around. Despite how accustomed he was to dark, it was never this dark. Hell, he could't even see his own hands! He herd soft footsteps ahead of him and he stopped dead still, cocking one of his aluminium revolvers in such a manner as to not click when the hammer reached full cock, uncertain of what lie ahead.
  11. Thank you. That last part is basically a perfect description of Sanderson. I must agree that Galladon is cool.
  12. (Dunno, but Meeker and Voidus both came and asked if I wanted to be in an Alleyverse guild before I even signed up to be in the rp.)
  13. Yeah, just thought that I might explain in case guild leaders srart coming with propositions.(Happened to me and I was somewhat confused.)
  14. Welcome to the 17th Shard! You can do all sorts of cosmerey stuff here and even a little uncosmerey stuff! We warmly welcome you here, so discuss to your hearts content. If anyone offers you cookies do not take them. I would be curious as to who your favorite cosmere character is and what you and Sanderson said (roughly) if you talked to him. That windspren is really cool.-Elend P.S. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, we shall help to our best efforts. P.P.S.There is also a cosmere role play called Alleyverse you could join if you cared to. There are several guilds within it and if you were to join the role play, I would strongly suggest that you choose which guild you were to join, (if at all) wisely.
  15. "Yes, Sir!" Called Damon, breaking from his stance at attention and moving off to prepare.
  16. A low whistle sounded through the dark. Seconds later, a throwing knife burried itself in Tom's back.
  17. Nuemark tips his bowler. "Ah, some whisky is fine by me, do you have fifteen-year-aged scotch?"
  18. There was a low rumble and a crevice opened up in the ground, sucking in the grocery store, and magma seeped out, forcing Herbert to run. He dropped his perverse sniper rifle, that hqd marked him as the perp. of a stickup. Then, it struck him. He had left his hotdog, which was really a dachsund (misspelled?) behind.
  19. Herbert Wheedlenose set down his hotdog and walked up to Star. He whisked up his coat, flashing the shiny sniper rifle on his hip. "Your pickle relish or your life," Said he, in a low growl.
  20. Shalan walked up to Soulcasting Tampons, curious as to if he could soulcast a tampon for her without becoming tampon material altogether. Mr. Wheedlenose gave a special link to the lowly peasants and pheasants.
  21. Soulcasting Tampons looked up from his work. His motto had always been "go with the flow" And he was very easy-going. "You said somethin' ma'am?"
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