ChickenBonanza
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peeps should be doin’ more quests here and such. gotta corner the untapped market
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Some time ago, I had thought about the reasonings for certain choices made by others, here. “Recklessly given freedom?” I would ask myself. “A warping against the vision of the world?” But then, I saw the light. It was an absolutely genius decision, and all that I know to be true shall assuredly be vindicated, frabjous. it’s all goods, siblings, all goods
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Anything that needs to change can be, no sweat. Understood, boss!
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As warning, much is uncertain. After all, to live is to exist in a state of uncertainty. Especially names. What even are those? Iunno if such an item is suitable, but that’s what you’re for!
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Hmm… I am conflicted upon this. Is it just to use the fruits of the Enemy’s existence to depose that Enemy? What is the range of ability of crimsion-infused items? The level of power? i gots the urge to Sommerswerd
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Crimsion? That which originates from Torvath? Whyever would someone even tolerate the existence of such filth, let alone use it?
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What would be the limits of something like this? We got magic-mind-health-bracelets, what other kind of things can exist?
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You fool, to leave a hook without bait! Thems what chums the waters. Those Blessed of Avaran? The fools. If this one were to make a character… hmm… to form an apostatic union… Then I doth say you shall surely rectify such disorder!
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Greetings and salutations! I usually refrain from posting on topics without prior involvement, but there be questions to ask. First, about the nature of the setting. What is ‘the City’? Why is it great? What is the Rivens, a district? Do there be other districts? What are gods? Human-like? More eldritch in nature? Whatever is common knowledge and such. Second, about the nature of the RP. Me needs a bit more elevator-pitching. What type of characters are we to be making? Are we to be emissaries, if we have a god’s blessing? True relationless wanderers? Members of the Valorous, maybe? What will be the general direction of the plot? Back-of-book blurbs. Third, terms! We needs ‘em defined all clear-like. Some are inconsistent or have some potential overlap, like swapping between ‘god’ and ‘deity’, or ‘effect’, ‘power’, and ‘gift’. ‘Materials’, I take it, are descriptions of words like ‘crimsion’, ‘ebony’, and such. Needs standardization!
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In my heart. Routinely, we are bogged down by bureaucracy, you see. Details, bah!
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Released seal’s hiss. Claws retract. One set, another, more. Freed from the ports embedded within and between the gaps of one vertebra, another, more. Gasping, the inert corpse shuddered to life once more, born again for the thousandth time. Pale and bloodlet, shivering, feverish, sweating.
Exuvia opened as was bid. Front folded itself outward, exposing the endo and its therm to one compartment of many within a lone capsule suspended in the void.
“Howdy, Chaucer,” the homunculus greeted. “State yousself.”
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One cannot tell from this snip alone, but theoretically this would be a glimpse into an alternate Cosmere future scenario. Fanatics of the black half of the Harmonious Duality, or something. My own take on something else I’ve read on here. In this case, your answer would be ‘mostly no, the metaphor ran away from me.’ Suitably visceral, though, hopefully.
But! Call me EL James the way I could easily do away with the trappings of fanwork into something marketable. There, your answer would be ‘all is holy fusion of metal and flesh!’ Or one could go full ‘ganic, too. I am too shortsighted to see clearly.
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With a certain kind of attention—the one that she was best at, inexplicably, among her siblings—the Wind could see more of what really was, beneath the miasma that suffused the place of spirits. A gift her creator had bestowed upon her, she supposed. A penchant for the upcoming, a predisposition towards insight and musings of the future, inclinations best suited to assist in the carrying out of her bestowed duty. And Wind’s capacities had since grown beyond her creator’s expectations. Or, what she could only assume was her Origin’s expectations. A portion of their body lie within her grasp, free for her to use as she wished. For the moment, she wished to see. Existence could change so suddenly. In doing so, every new little thing demanded her attentions. They were made all the more available and enticing by the mantle Wind now donned. She could see a new world, so close to her own. A new people, humans, so different yet not from the singers she protected. Wind liked to think that by watching them, she could better understand her newest charge. …and the hints of his growing irritability, felt through the burgeoning Connection they all shared, and the neurosis coinciding with his initial departure. There was something to that, she knew, and it was imperative that she find out what.
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snip of an elder piece melikes. ignore tenses; it is an artifact untainted by editing
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It had sunk deep into the mire. The tree it sat against, long dead, had been slowly shorn in half. Dragged down by the dark stone ruin embedded within. A once vertical, larger than man threshold become an almost-burrow. Dregs of the world dug their way in to die.
Not these dregs. Not the Artau who stood above, reminiscing, arms crossed and hand-to-chin—nor the Whisper Wastes, whose face pressed close to the dark within, eyes peering with enlightened vision inside that place. Her hair dipped into mud and wet dirt. Artau made note of this.
With scoff and scowl, she tied wild hair behind her head, confessing a lack of knowledge to what lay further in, in her Wildlands way. A moment of consideration passed. Artau repeats, slowly, her words, verbatim. As if they took time to parse. He’s mocking her, as he has a hundred times before.
The Kai Lady flings mud.
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if you know, you’re an old
