Szeth Pancakes

Not him, either. Good guess, though.

Neither of these.

Ne’ik quickly scrambled away from the strange man. He would hate having to ask for help, but he saw no other options - the man was blocking the door outside, and Ne’ik couldn’t fight with his injured leg. He sighed. “Elya! Ji! Verim!” Ne’ik stood up, gritting his teeth against the pain in his leg, and prepared to hold the man off before the Mystics came to help him.

“Who in the name of the Great God are you?”

“Whatever you say, sir!” Ker laughed again, then grinned.

Ne’ik went over to pick up the pieces of the table and flowerpot, straining his ears so he could hear what was happening in the other room. He didn’t quite get everything, but he knew vaguely what was happening. Edit: ninja’d

“Ah, but you misunderstand me! I’m not a jerk, my friend, just brutally honest! I come off as a jerk when I’m first introduced, but after a few seasons, you’ll learn to love me.” Ker patted Fadran on the head.

“Yes, my dear friend!” Ker put his arm around Fadran’s shoulder. “You seem a little obtuse, but that’s fine!” He laughed.

a-noopity-doopity-doo!

…apparently, you already have it. I wish to win this game of House War.

“Beggars can’t be choosers!” Ker bopped Fadran on the nose thrice. “Boop!”

nopity dopity

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Neither of these. 1. This character is in a position of power. 2. This character is a good person.

^?

“Well, it’s complicated, but you can sum it up by saying ‘I open up a rip in the space-time continuum using saidin.’”

It is, but I’m taking it and yeeting you out of the thread.

Yup. Over here, public transportation just… isn’t a thing in a lot of the country.

“I’m afraid not, though she is a nice woman, er… dragon… dragon-woman? Anyway, no, I’m not. I’m here to kill you! Hah, just kidding. You shoulda seen the look on your face!” Keranne laughed maniacally for three seconds, then abruptly stopped.

I hope he got a chance to wash the Pacis’s blood off during the timeskip

“Keranne Regium, High Lord of Tear, Protector of Hathsin, honorary Smedry, Most Ancient of Babathranam, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Seriously, I think my total number of titles must have passed two or three thousand by now. You can just call me Keranne, or Ker, if you’d like. I’m here to meddle with your story.”

Keranne was bored. Being immortal was hard - eventually, you would have to run out of things to do. He touched the One Power, flicking between universes as one would surf channels. There was a man falling off a burning lighthouse, a boy playing with his stuffed tiger, a woman walking through a crumbling world. None of it was at all interesting. Finally, he landed in a futuristic-looking hallway, with a group of people talking to one another. It looked like they had a very interesting story to tell. Keranne liked that. He liked that very much. “Hi there,” he said, grinning.