Elend Venture

1. That's very cool. Épée is my favorite of the three fencing sports because of it being the closest to realism. 2. Me too, We all know that the waffles do have a better texture. 3. Heh. That is actually really amusing.

The Nightwish Decades album. I am fond of pretty much every song on it.

Have you ever fenced épée? Pancakes vs Waffles? Favorite Sanderson quote?

*is glad that the mouthpieces of all 76 trombones were cleverly fashioned from elemental potassium*

Rhode wiped his sword with a handkerchief and slid her back into her black lacquered scabbard and nodded to King Alderbon in acknowledgement when the Skybreaker concluded the duel. The other duelist's second agreed meekly soon after. The duelist himself picked up his sword and sized Alderbon up just as he summoned his shardblade. For a moment, the blonde man looked as if to want to fight. After all, his ego and pride were what got him into this in the first place. Then reluctantly, he nodded as well. "I acknowledge that the duel is concluded." He said, sheathing his rapier and storming off with his second. He, like Rhode, knew not to pick a fight with a man so much more powerful than he. Storms, did it feel good to fight again though. It had been far too long since he'd had a sharp-bladed contest with anyone. And he could add one more duelist to his list of bested opponents. People he could have taken the lives of if it were allowed. Rhode feared and hated death. That was why he wished to control it. Death was his to wield when his rapier was drawn. "My Lord," said Rhode. "Thank you for so graciously judging our duel of honor. Is there anything that you wish of me, or shall I return to my dwelling to attend to my equipment?" This man seems likable enough but when he follows the laws so exactly and calls himself King it's probably best to spend as little time as possible near him. He thought but made sure not to give away his feelings as he talked to Alderbon. @Rushu42

"Why certainly!" Said Damon. "Actually, because of the shady business you are to do for me shortly you get a 45% off coupon for a room on the second floor." He took a small card out of his jacket pocket labeled 'Certificate of Shady Business' and handed it to Rimas. Just remember to check out before 9:30 tomorrow unless you wish to pay for another night.

"Thank you, Your Excellence." Said Rhode, rising and seizing his blade out of the air. As was customary, he didn't speak a word to his challenger. He simply stepped up onto the platform that the other man was already standing upon. "The fight can go anywhere on the platform, but must stay there. As seconds, our job is to decide who's won the fight, and we'll also make sure no one backs out or intentionally kills his opponent. Rember, both of you must stop fighting after the first blood is spilt." Then, with a flounce of a handkerchief, which he promptly dropped, a single word escaped his lips, quiet but sharp and solemn: "Begin." Rhode's heart beat at lightning speed. He heard his blood pounding in his ears as he drew his rapier and saluted. Her long mirror-polished blade flashing out of the plain scabbard soundlessly, heavy but nimble in his gloved hand as he dipped her point down to the left, aligned her blade with his face, and raised her shining hilt high in the air. His opponent did the same, then went into Guardia de Faccia, with the length of his rapier held straight out in front of his body. Rhode fell into a combat stance and moved to a more defensive guard; Guardia de Porta Ferro Stretta, rapier held low in front of him, just left of his leg and pointed at the opponent. The younger man did the most predictable thing, and pushed a thrust directly at Rhode's face. Rhode reacted quickly, stepping forward and to the left of the thrust, at the same time performing a diagonal, wrist-powered cut to the man's temple. The other man hurriedly parried the blow and jumped back, left foot sliding on the edge of the platform they stood on, then regained his balance and adopted Guardia de Faccia again. Rhode advanced once more. He didn't fight like most duelist's these days. His master had fought with an older style, near two hundred years gone-by. Rhode's methods often threw people off in the first few exchanges of blows in a fight. After that they got accustomed to it, but since a fight only usually lasted a few exchanges, it was usually far too late that they did. It wasn't that his fighting was less elegant. It was, in a way, more so, relying more on sweeping cuts and parries, and less on the lunging thrusts so commonly taught these days. He held his sword slanted upward, diagonally in front of him (in a Guardia de Testa) and took a half step forward. The other man suddenly lunged, rapier held stiff in front of him. Rhode parried again, pointing his sword down and to the left, directing the thrust in that direction. But as he did so, the other man rotated his sword into a half-cut at Rhode's neck. Ah, so this chap does know some of the old techniques. Rhode went into a Guardia Alta, rapier raised above him, and caught the blow on his own sword's guard. He then feinted a cut directly downwards toward his opponent, who promptly moved to block, and instead made an upward sloping cut to the man's right cheek, which he had left exposed when he had changed position to deflect Rhode's feinted blow which had never came. Rhode exalted in the contest, flowing through the cuts and guards as the two duelist's fought as if for their lives. And then, it was over, nearly as quick as it had started. His rapier bit into Cocky's face, cutting to the bone and spirting blood as Rhode started to follow the cut with a pommel strike to the temple but suddenly remembered that the fight was technically over. He stepped back as his fellow duelist dropped his sword and covered the cut with his hand. He saluted the chap again, after all he had put up a good fight, and turned to bow at the Seconds. Cocky's second came to get him, talking in a hushed tone that Rhode couldn't pick up. Cocky bandaged the wound with help from his second an looked at King Alderbon. "That man you endorse is a sneaky bastard! He tried to use arming sword tactics on me in a rapier duel. I believe that this voids the fact that he spilled the first blood and that we should continue fighting!" Rhode knew that in reality, how you fought in a duel didn't matter, as long as you had skill and you employed it in an elegant fashion. This man didn't seem to know that however, (he did seem rather new to a good deal of the dueling etiquette) and Rhode was curious how Alderbon would respond. Would he state the real rules? Would he punish one of them? Would he allow them to fight longer? Rhode would definitely not turn down the possibility of continuing the fight, so he remained silent to see what would happen. @Rushu42

Sticknah realized that the only thing that would ever withstand her sourness was an inanimate object, and made friends with the Sticktapus.

The octopus turned into a stick as well, but kept breakdancing. It was, after all, an awakened sticktapus. Wouldn't the stick-world still have some gravity?

Ironman was turned into a stick as well. Everyone agreed that both he and Jasnah were cooler this way.

Mayhaps not,

I am wont to win.

A man, a murderer and turncoat, he thinks himself guilty, we know him as guilty! Yet he did no wrong! Collected Jesachev 1173. 15 seconds pre-death. Subject was a lighteyed stonemason of the Ninth Dahn.

You're not even the best kid in the neighborhood, Vinnie. Ok, I guess that I was asking for weirdness, but...why!? Now you've piqued my interest; Kelsier's wonderful what? And poor Wax has gone mad, it appears. Seriously, my English teacher would have a field day trying to get me to find some deep meaning in these writings.

Won

Rhode rose a half hour earlier than ordinary upon the morning of the duel, the fabrial clock on the wall reading 4:23. The excitement of the coming challenge that he had suppressed since accepting the challenge bloomed in him to become a powerful fire in his chest, driving him to fight, to kill. "None of that, Rhode, you don't want to end up in the town jail again. Keep it to first blood, as promised." He disrobed and splashed his face with ice cold water from the basin that stood on his nightstand. He combed his hair neatly and put on one of his finest maroon and white suits. It wouldn't do to make a bad first impression on this city. And it would also make an excellent contrast should blood be spilled on it. Rhode strapped on his rapier and dagger, smiling at the familiar weight of the weapons on his hip. He took a short shot of Sapphire to calm his slightly jumpy nerves, as he did before every real duel, and best out of the door, locking it behind him. *** He arrived just as the sky came alight with the the fire of early dawn, seeking out the King. He found Alderbon near the center of the plaza, near a raised pedestal about twenty-five feet wide, smooth and ringed with bronze statues. Cocky and his second arrived shortly after, but didn't exchange any words with Rhode or the King. This must be why Cocky chose here, smooth ground for fighting, a stone pedestal instead of a dueling ring. Practically a stage. Very dramatic, this chap is, he has probably watched far to many heroic plays. Thought Rhode, looking skeptically at the extravagant dais. He bowed before the Skybreaker. "My Lord, it is my honor to be your swordsman in this duel. Be it that you know the Law better than any other existing, I thought it fitting that you judge that our fight is fair and our weapons evenly matched, should it please your Majesty." Said Rhode, drawing his rapier and extending it, hilt first at Alberdon. The other duelist's second walked over with a second rapier, slightly shorter, but with longer quillions and a more protective cup-hilt. As the final minutes before the fight drew nearer, Rhode felt himself grow more and more solemn, but at the same the more elated than ever. @Rushu42

"A few chips, thanks." Said Damon, smiling and sliding the handgun back into its holster. "I'll get back to you about the job tonight by spanread, may even join you in person, we'll see." @Clyde Froggins

Damon was pretty certain he had seen this man at some Ghostblood assemblys, but he hadn't seen the chap in a long time. Yes, now he remembered, this man was called Rimas. Damon had seen him, but they had just never talked. He had never been very good at talking to people. Not unless he was interrogating them, anyway. "Ah, I see. You don't look like our next dish washer, so I assume that you are here for more covert activities. In which case I have a few, but not nearly as many as I might have once. I used to be a freelance assassin, independent of the Ghostbloods. That changed about a year ago, but regardless, I still have no shortage of people in the Alleyverse that want me dead, and I have a particular job or two specifically in mind for you. And don't worry about payment, it can be decided later via spanreed, along with other details." Damon absently switched the chambers in his revolver several times as he spoke, smoothly rotating the cylinder by working the action repeatedly.

Rhode discreetly slipped back into the tavern, walking directly into the cocky young man he had been targeting earlier, feigning drunkenness and spilling his drink down the front of the man's suit, staining it violet. He mumbled a string of extremely offensive words at the dandy and knocked the chap's hat off with a sweep of the hand. The fellow shoved Rhode away, and he fell back with minimal resistance. As this went on, the tall fellow (Rhode had begun to call him Cocky in his mind) drew himself up with as much dignity as he could manage and returned his feathered cap to his head. "Who, might this be who insults my honor with such brash language and action?" Said Cocky, slurring several of his words as he asked the question. He drew his sword part-way out of it's scabbard. Rhode straightened and partially drew his own short sidesword. Aluminium hilt light in his hand. "It's Rhode, and I'll trust you to add a 'Lord' to my name when you address me!" He said, also slurring his words a little. He didn't really have a title, but this man didn't know that. He wasn't well known in these, parts, and he hadn't had a duel here yet. If this went well, both of those things would change very shortly. "I'll have that cocky behavior whipped right out of you tomorrow," Said Cocky. "I challenge you to a duel with rapiers to first blood, 'Your Lordship." "Where?" Asked Rhode. "At the city's Central Plaza at dawn, you loathsome bastard." Said Cocky, slipping his rapier back into its intricate scabbard. "Your challenge is accepted. I select the King as my second, should he allow it." Said Rhode, turning on his heel and walking out the door. As he left, he gave the Radiant a little bow and said "I'll be seeing you at five-thirty tomorrow morning at the Central Plaza should you wish it, Your Majesty." Without another word he pushed open the door and walked out into the rain, reflecting on the night's events and wondering if the storming mad Knight Radiant would show up as his second for his first real duel in months. The thought of the coming contest and following blood exhilarated him as he strode down the wet street toward his own tavern. @Rushu42

Damon felt that he recognized this man, but he couldn't place the fellow's name. Ranette, maybe? Romulus? No, it wasn't either of those...Oh well, it didn't particularly matter. "Why certainly, Sir!" Said Damon, pouring a tumbler of whiskey and sliding it over to the rough redheaded fellow.

"My Lord, you need only but call upon me should I be needed." Said Rhode, hurrying out into the rain. He knew better than to stick around the mad, ultra powerful or in this case, both. But for some reason, something drew him to linger outside the nameless bar. There was a charged feeling in the air, like something important was going to happen in the poorly lit pub upon this stormy night, and Rhode didn't want to miss it.

Which reminds me, could Vin qualify for Cutest thing in the Cosmere?