Emery the Steelrunner

Most definitely!

@Channelknight Fadran Random chaos! Which is very fun. p.s. I win.

“Likewise,” Jared said with a smile. “Do you know where room 305 is?”

That looks amazing @Mystic Syn!

Welcome to the shard. We’re glad to have you here.

“As I said before, I’m Jared.” He said as he offered his hand to Enshao. “This is my first year here.”

Nox stoop in front of a giant mirror admiring his reflection. “I think that might be in the top five biggest parties I’ve ever hosted. Wouldn’t you agree Archibald?” Nox said to his butler. “Undoubtedly sir.” Archibald said dryly. “I’m not sure how I’m going to top that tomorrow night. Do you have any ideas?” Nox asked while reaching for his toothbrush. “I’m sure you’ll think of something sir.” Archibald replied with the same flat monotone posh voice as before. “Ma ee,” Nox grunted as he brushed his teeth. He spat into the sink. “I was thinking of doing a rave.” “An excellent idea sir.” Archibald said with no sign of support for the ‘excellent’ plan. A knock interrupted Nox’s musings, and he ordered Archibald to see who it was. Archibald slowly strode to the door and opened it. Just outside the door was a large well muscled man kneeling on the ground. “My liege,” the man said, “We have news from our spies that a new epic has entered the city. We know that they are in the eastern side of the city, but other than that we have no information.” Nox grinned, and his wings flared out a little bit. “That is great news!” He exclaimed. “Sir?” The man questioned. “We’ll throw a welcoming masquerade for my new subject. They can keep their identity a secret, while we still get to meet them.” Nox said turning to them. “Go and make the usually announcements, and make sure you send letters to both Ironwall and Desolation.” The two left his company, and he went back to admiring himself in the mirror. “This will be my best party yet.” ____________ *in a busy square* A messenger wearing a black suit with an eight pointed white starburst emblem on his jacket. The messenger stepped onto the edge of a fountain and cleared their throat. “Mhm. Hear ye loyal subjects of the night! All epics and those who have gained the favor of Lord Nox! You are hereby invited to a masquerade at the cathedral tonight at 10:00 to celebrate the arrival of a new epic! Lord Nox, King of the night.” A few people who had gathered to listen slowly wandered off, and the messenger left to go to the next square. @Tani, @#1 Taln Fan, @Goob, @The Unknown Novel, @Voidus, @Skaromas, @dannnnnnex, @Zephrun's Imperium, @NotarySojac, and everyone else.

I am the winner!

“Yeah, I’m a student here.” Jared said closing the door behind him. “Is this Ignatius Hall?”

Jared got off of the bus early in the morning. It was so early that the sun had yet to rise. The lack of light made it difficult to see, and the dark sunglasses he was wearing didn’t exactly help him. He grabbed his luggage from off the rack, and thanked the driver as he got off. “So this is Greatowl University.” He said looking up at the ornate archway proclaiming the school and its key principles. He walked across the campus dragging his suitcase behind him while looking for the correct dormitory. He eventually found what he thought was the right one, but he couldn’t fully make sign above the door. He went in and saw a person sitting on a couch doodling and greeted him. “Hi, I’m Jared. Do you know if I’m in the right place?” @Channelknight Fadran

Which bear is best? When you are attacked by a gummy bear.

Gets a sandworm. Inserts an infamous hacking ring called sandworm.

“Finally I’m safe… wait what? What do you mean this thing is still on?” *I’m sorry, I’m from Scadrial, how does one turn off this radio thing?*

Welcome to the shard @OathSinger! We’re glad to have you here.

Do it for three days then, and have readers switch out every so often. @The Wandering Wizard.

Have a staff of chefs and tents for the two day confusing book-a-thon. No electronics other than cameras allowed. @EmulatonStromenkiin and @The Wandering Wizard.

Nothing to see here. Just a simple Forescout.

Let’s go swimming. When you’re friend is drowning.

When I die, I’m going to send a fake body out on a boat loaded with high explosives. I’m then going to use special effects to make it look like I wasn’t dead when I was put on the boat, and then the boat will blow up. My final recording’s shout will be the first clue to send everyone on a massive ARG race to find the “killer” and my will which has been “stolen”. You are all invited. My real body will be buried next to my parents or grand parents. I want water lilies and sagebrush planted on either side of my grave (those were my favorite plants. They remind me of my grandpa).

“Pssssssssssst! Over here.” (somebody) whispers When your teacher finds you checking the shard while in class.

Ryker clutched his pistol in his white knuckled hands, dreading the fight that might happen. “I detest violence,” he thought to himself. “Maybe if I don’t move, then they’ll go away.” His blood turned to ice when he heard shouting downstairs; but the shouting wasn’t alerting others of his presence. “To your battle stations you pathetic (insert swear words from this world)s!” A stranger screamed downstairs. “We’re under attack! Move it!” Ryker relaxed once the clomping of boots all went up or down the stairs leaving his floor undisturbed, and him undiscovered. He started to creep closer to one of the oak doors when the shaking started. The whole fortress seamed about ready to shake itself to pieces. Ryker stumbled around trying to grab one of the walls and failed. He fell to the ground, as mortar chips rained down in a cloud of dust.