Channelknight Fadran

"Soldier, do you think that it's better to slowly peel off a bandage, or rip it off in one fell swoop?"

Ellis turns in a one-eighty and stabs outward.

"Somewhere safe."

Uh... what's this?

I'm not a poet

Maybe people will notice this thread if I post in it...

I think we should maybe keep all the 17th Shard Christmas stuff in General Discussion and hope that Chaos gives us a temporary subforum for organizational purposes.

THANK GOODNESS. I can post again. Aight, everyone. So @Ookla the Scandalous is gonna lead the Art Gallery, @Ookla The Female Chicken is leading Secret Santa, @Ookla the Shadowed is leading the Advent Calendar, I guess @Ookla the Steampunked is leading the Chapter-by-Chapter, but I'm not sure how official that is. I need some volunteers for the following: Christmas Stories. Like, actual stories from real life. Not made-up ones. Writing Gallery. We might want to split this into a few categories, though: Fiction Poety (@Nathrangking, would you like to lead that?) Nonfiction Sanderson Carols. Anybody want to volunteer?

FINE *hugs*

Oh, yeah. Go hug your husband, Emi. I'm pretty sure the law requires it.

"Come on." Aerith says to Concerto. "We're going." @Ookla the Grammatical

"I guess that's the best hope we have right now."

"We'll figure it out."

"You spilled the lighter fluid."

The Fellowship of the Thing returned to the camp. Countless soldiers looked up at them, eyes scanning for their generals. Neither were to be found, however. "Who's in charge here?" Fadran asks.

"Tarne would take us in."

"No."

"It's the least safe place we could go... which means it's the safest place to hide."

"Neither. We're going back to Mission Amber Strike."

Aerith thought for a moment. "Pior... I have a bad idea." @The Ookla's Guard

"Where are you for real?"

Probably

Welcome, fellow Fellowshippers!

"Back at my place... I haven't tested it yet."

Chris furrowed his brow. "I... don't really know how to... make you feel better. I might be able to open a Perpendicularity, though."