Elend Venture

Cube with mysterious symbols, including what is possibly the seal of the Freemasons. 8/10 for all of the mysterious qualities.

Boots...? Looks like they might belong to a skinny legged Orc, and this I will rate this a 7/10.

I am always intrigued by European and Middle Eastern history 1,000 BC - Present. I know that that is a massive timespan over a massive area, but I pretty much love all of it.

*wins*

Ditto

Racket We crouch behind the concrete footing. Aron is dead. We shouldn't have come. Shouldn't have signed the contract. Sparky grits his teeth, raises his shortened rifle and ducks out. A storm of fire. He falls, dress shirt red. I'm alone. Enough "shouldn't"s. I slide home a magazine. Facing fate, grinning.

Same goes for Russian roulette. I know you're tempted, but think that they're both Rick rolls. Think again. And you could always do both and just suffer the one that is.

Maybe, but what fun would that be?

@DramaQueen Imagine that! Looks like you lost again! One is, one isn't. It's like Russian roulette with the cylinder half full.

It's not what you think.

I would be willing. I have a Skybreaker character who works well in that field, I think. Here is his character sheet as a resume after a fashion.

Guess what?

Bald, deadly, pixelated, and we'll centered, it's our favorite assassin, Szeth son son Vallano! 10/10

"Listen here, pal, I've got a couple of errands to run downtown. Tavern business. Wine shipments late. So if you need anything just ask Talon, see?" Said Damon, slipping out of his duster and into a cheap paletot, dropping his pair of snub-nosed Immerling .44s into their holsters, bluing scraped off where he had taken a file to their serial numbers earlier that day, in his boot and in the small of his back, respectively. After that, the 3 inch barreled .38 went into her holster, under Damon's arm. He wouldn't go anywhere without that thing, never failed him once, she hadn't. Placing a hat on his head and pulling on a pair of thin deerskin gloves, Damon strode out the door, mist trailing in behind him. Smiling at the weight of the metal spike in his pocket, Damon burned steel. Blue lines pointing towards his chest sprang up all around him. He loved modern cities, so much metal. Dropping a bottlecap, Damon pushed out into the swirling mists. @bees?

I lost again. At this rate, I may have to embrace the dark side

Lost again.

Fair, enough, in which case the OP's premise, that highprinces excluding Dalinar (Sadeas included) are bad politicians is false. That is the plotting of an alright to good politician. He still could probably have had more backup plans and alterntive routes to be truly effective, but he was a decent politician.

I get the distinct feeling that Torol may not have been interested in the positioning for the extended future, but Ialai certainly was. And I think it goes without saying that this likely alloys to a lot of highprinces and their wives.

Reread the Bands of Mourning epilogue.

And of course, the scars would be very simple to replicate in a kandra body. But then again, I feel that it is more likely than he used a human body as above posts suggest, since the scars remain integral to Kelsier's very being regardless of the body in which he resides.

Nah. My name has two spaces. Also most of them are inactive, so no harm done. Message for the one other active Elend: So we meet again!

@Elend @Elend Venture @ElendVenture @Elendtheking @ElendIncarnate But now the rest of the Elends have lost as well.

Darn, lost again after approximately three weeks.