Elend Venture

Though I jump off of my platform in a run as soon as the countdown is over, I still feel a little less nervous when I clear the deactivated mine field around my platform. I feel jumpy and taught, filled with energy, ready to jog up a mountain side or take on a dozen warriors. Oh wait, the latter is, after a fashion, what I am going to have to do. I should probably separate from this main group and go after the other individuals who left the cornucopia early. At least I didn't get to know many of them too well while at the Capitol, that would make it harder to kill them. I am surprised at the bloody thoughts, but know I shouldn't be. I maintain my sprint towards the stockpile that lies ahead. I run towards the cornucopia, trying to not draw attention to myself and lunge for a naked longsword in the midway point between the center and the outer diameter of the cornucopia circle. I (assuming the first two actions were successful) take off at a full sprint up the creek where Gears went.

@Frustration @DramaQueen @Channelknight Fadran @Mist @Enter a username @Vapor @Condensation @Emi @Honorless I have lost...and ya'll have as well.

Nicroburst. Interesting.

I have an old character I should like approved for Era Five. Thank you, it's a great help! I hope I scored correctly. @Sorana

This is @Stormblessed Dolphin's cat that I stole. I call her May.

"Well, seeing as I uphold the law, and justice and such, I have some experience investigating." Nuemark paused. "Now I have made some money doing work for my guild, but seeing as all of the guilds got considerably less powerful this last year; and less power means less funds; I saw that I'd probably be needing at least a side job, maybe more. So I asked around about available jobs in which I could use my talents, as a soldier and a lawman, and wound up here. With how things are going now, I am available full time, but may be called away at any time by my guild for one of our operations. Part of my terms and conditions, the last page I gave you." @DramaQueen

Nuemark set his briefcase on the desk and released the clasps, opening the case. "Here you are," he said, sliding over a short stack of papers. On top was a sheet containing credentials: Name: Nuemark Bordeux Investiture: Knight Radiant: Skybreaker 4th ideal. Spren: Annette, a quiet and serious yet optimistic Highspren. She rarely shows herself to anyone, even Nuemark unless in shardblade form. Special Skills and/or additional tools and weapons: A sound tactician. Sleek, mid-size, automatic pistol. It has a single-stack magazine capable of holding eleven rounds and a four inch barrel. Spren, Annette. She turns into a 6 foot long, double fullered, straight blade, as broad as four fingers, with an 'L' shaped spike near the tip and a Scandinavian grind. The spike is about 9 inches long and of a diamond cross section. She has long, slender, quillions and a straight nagel. Bordeux is skilled at fighting with both his pistol and his "Nett-blade". Age: 29 Experience: Lawman in the Alleyverse for five years. Guild: Ghostbloods References: Damon, Talon, Ghostbloods. Oaths: Life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination. I swear to seek justice, to let it guide me, until I find a more perfect Ideal. I swear to the will and laws of the Ghostbloods. This is my Oath. I will seek out traitors and oathbreakers in the Alleyverse and bring them to justice. This is my Oath. The remaining sheets were a comprehensive list of cases in which Nuemark had used some degree of detective work to bring down a law-breaker. Nuemark kept a journal where he wrote down the events that occurred during every one of his pursuits of criminals, and these were dittos of those pages which were relevant.

Nuemark didn't like crowded streets. They reminded him of his shardblade, how easily he could lay about himself with it among noncombatants. Of his pistol, and his precise aim with it. Thoughts he didn't like. Thoughts he didn't want. Thoughts that came anyway. As he strode along the sidewalk, he grasped the butt of his gun under his overcoat, a nervous tick he'd developed. You'd never pull this on an innocent he thought to himself. And he wouldn't, best he could figure, that was why it felt reassuring to feel the weapon in his hand, to know he had the ability to take a life yet only use it for the greater good. He looked over at the building on his left. The sign on its door read Alley Detective Agency--Now Hiring yes, this was the place he had been searching for. He finished his ritual by keeping his hand on the pistol for seventeen more seconds before releasing it, still under the coat, and letting it drop the centimeter or so he had lifted it back into its holster. Then, further straightening himself, pushed open the door and entered the room. The dusty room was old, possibly the reception area in an old office, though it was hard to tell. Starkly contrasting with the old wood and plaster was the new desk in front of him and the woman in pink and white seated behind it. "Excuse me, miss, I came here for a job I heard about. A position in a private detective agency?" Said Nuemark, this time keeping his Roughs accent well in control. "If you're interested, I brought my credentials with me." @DramaQueen

Annette, stay with them. Thought Nuemark, slipping off while everyone was examining the statue as it was exhumed one shovelful at a time. I never did get to the introductions, Thought Nuemark with a brief flash of regret. It was quickly overpowered by relief that he hadn't imagined killing them all even once. Nuemark sensed disapproval for his remorse from Annette. The guilds are isolated, you'll probably never meet again, and we've already spent too much time here. After leaving the alley and walking for some time, Nuemark dismissed Annette, who was still back in the verdant-turned-deceased alley with the Scholars Guild's team, And continued his long trek back toward the meeting spot. @Rushu42 @Gears @Invocation @mathiau

Granted. Your bane is that they die of genetic diseases instead. I wish for good fortune for my family.

My fall will be for you My love will be in you You were the one to cut me So I will bleed forever - Tuomas Holopainen

Mysterious cube with the Threnody symbol. I can see now that I've gone to your profile for a closer look. 8/10 for the mysteries buried within the remaining symbols.

More art by the artist who drew my profile pic can be found here. *wins*

Lost again. Have they lost yet?