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  1. Hoid Slayer
    Weaver glanced away. His heart thrummed in his chest. His brain sorted through a thousand different fears, before, again, that thought was pushed down as well. He had chosen to come here. He would do this. Weaver snatched the drink too-quickly, and nodded in thanks. He looked at the glass in his hand, and wondered for a moment what he should do with it now. He couldn't exactly take off his mask... Thankfully, he was saved by the movement of the masked man in the corner. He saw the man stand up and leave down a side passage, and suddenly remembered the code in his message. His heart skipped a beat at his forgetfulness, and he quickly pulled the crumpled paper out of his pocket to revise it. He read the instructions, and looked up at the barkeep, who was still watching him expectantly with a raised eyebrow. Under his mask, Weaver made an awkward grin, and leaned in to whisper hopefully: "Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this."
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    “Take your pick,” Weaver said, avoiding the barkeep‘s gaze and trying to shield his face. He was acting too conspicuous, he chided himself. His nerves were showing. He had to act normal. But how could he act normal in this so abnormal situation? Unease fell upon him. Weaver distracted himself by observing the new entry in the bar. This man also wore a mask, although a far more flashy one. He caught Weaver’s attention. That was no normal dweller. What was going on here? For the infinitesimal time in the last couple months, Weaver felt ridiculously out of his league - a sentiment he made sure to bury instantly.
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    Weaver looked around, and stepped inside. The boards beneath his feet creaked as he put his weight on them, and he froze, by no one payed him a glance. They were all busy in their own converse and misery. Cautiously, but feeling a little safer, Weaver approached the bar. He was unsure of what he was supposed to do here, but it would do well to blend in.
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    Weaver warily walked through the shadows, gaze flirting furtively from side to side in search of a trap. But beyond the flickering electric lights - standard in this part of the Undercity - nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Weaver wore a cloak and a mask, of course. It was thin and dark, with no features other than the eye slits that allowed him to see. Even that was more revealing than he would have liked. But no one who wasn’t paying him too much attention should notice the red glow poking out from his left side. Once he was relatively satisfied with the safety of his surroundings, Weaver at last left the darkness to approach the wooden doors of the bar, and gave them a gentle nock.
  5. Hoid Slayer
    I don’t have it to pull up quickly but I’m pretty sure it’s in the main thread of the last day Warning: the dead doc is like sixty pages
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    Yeah, I got no idea what you’re talking about
  7. Hoid Slayer
    Hi! The flavor is based off the Mistborn book series by author Brandon Sanderson Basically, the Lord Ruler (a god-like emperor who rule for a thousand years) just got overthrown and his successor is Elend Venture, an inexperienced youth whose democratic tendencies concern many loyalists of the old empire Right now, the city where Elend sits (Luthadel) is being sieged by three armies at once, one of them led by Elend’s own father We are playing as Lords in Elend’s council. The “village” players are pro Elend, and the “elim” players are anti-Elend It’s good to have you!
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    @Belandrius Ohhmar@CoderDrag0n8@A Jo in the Bush?
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    But Captain-
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    It has been a long time. I look back on it, and I struggle to see change. Progress. And yet in the bigger picture, I know it is there. I feel better. More confident. Does that make me a better person? I don’t know. I hope so. But I still fall down. I see the world racing around me, yet my legs struggle to move. Receding back into the same cycles, the same pain. But now, it feels better. Perhaps… perhaps progress isn’t about linear success. What is success? It is easy to see when we are at our best. But what is it to be at our best? Is it truly a peak state, or is it only when our eyes are least clouded? Or more so, so as to not see the dark? What I do know, what I have learned, is this: Oaths exist not to reward us at our highs, but to remind us at our lows. They matter most when we are at our worst. We all fall down. What matters is where we go from there. I understand now. The Words rise in my mind, and I am prepared to share them. I do not know where they will take me; I do not know how well I will be able to follow them. But I am ready to make this promise, to take this step into the void - and chase wherever it leads. ”I will accept my failures, and strive to reach my potential even when it feels impossible - because it is then that it most matters.”
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    … #nevergonnabeatthecultallegations
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    I think this is the right place for this At the end of last semester (and the start of this one), I was experimenting around on Hero Forge and made some Cosmere characters. I intended to make a lot more, but, well, I kinda maybe forgot about them... But now I've remembered! And I'm excited to show them to you guys! I'll present them in the order I made them, with some comments attached. Some of the first ones aren't that good - but trust me, they get better Vin (Valette): Szeth: Kelsier: Adolin Vin 2.0 Shallan Wax Kaladin Wayne
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    Idea for an Arcane-themed Quick Fix:
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    I agree with what most people have said, but it does raise an interesting question What is Retribution's plan with Nightblood? Taravangian is in a unique position where he should fear the sword more than literally anybody else in the Cosmere. One of his first orders of business should, naturally, be to neutralize the threat I think in the end, Retribution not doing anything regarding Nightblood just comes down to plot convenience, sadly You COULD MAYBE say that the reforging of the Oathpact somehow hid Nightblood from Retribution's vision, I guess
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    Wait Are you allowed to sign up for more than one QF at a time?
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    @Doc12@Furamirionind@STINK?
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    It ain’t nothing but a heart - break
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    YOU TOO I don’t know how, but we’re not he Shardbuddies Permission to change that?
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    And I you, fair sir
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    I mean We can be Shardbuddies too
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    Wait how are we not Shardbuddies yet And you too I extend requests in the hopes you will answer
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    Yeah you're right And I appreciate your comments, I just didn't really know where to take the discussion after that
  23. Hoid Slayer

    So, I was washing the dishes, and I suddenly got struck with a load of inspiration so I rushed to my room and wrote.

    As some of you might now, I'm sort of writing/planning a four part fantasy book series. The excerpt I wrote is a short scene that would be a part of the climax of book 2, following a major reveal, and the scene really doesn't make much sense without context but I felt like sharing it so here it is:

    Spoiler

        “No.” Aytun froze, realization finally setting in.

        “No?” Asvønik asked. Aytun detected a light confusion in his voice.

        “No,” Aytun repeated. He was sure now. It was obvious. How had he not seen it?

        “What do you speak of?”

        “No,” Aytun repeated, turning to face Asvønik again. The scape around them was nearly gone now, nothing left. For the first time, Aytun saw a flash of concern flit over the elf’s face. But Aytun didn’t stop. “No, can’t you see? Of course. It all makes sense.”

        “It… does?” The world around them was all but void now. All that remained was the two of them, and the small stretch of land that connected them. Even that vanishing. Falling. But as the earth beneath his feet fell away, Aytun raced across it, bridging the space until he stood directly before Asvønik. Feeling his breath on his head. Inches apart.

        “Yes. It does. You see, there is no ‘you’. There is no ‘me’.” The panic that had consume him just moments ago still thrummed in Aytun’s chest, but now, it was backed by a giddy exhilaration. He looked up, meeting Asvønik in the eyes. “There is only us.” And with all the passion he had, Aytun grabbed Asvønik’s arm. And held. The elf gasped, and the last dirt beneath their feet vanished, but the two of them remained. Floating in the silence.

        “What are you doing?” Asvønik looked around, seemingly shocked.

        “Binding us. Finishing what was begun months ago.”

        Asvønik himself was beginning to fade now, his extremes dissolving and falling into nothing. Yet as they did so, things began to flow into Aytun. Ideas. Sensations. A boy, laughing as he played in the river beneath a looming mountain. Innocent. A man, sworn to his queen, receiving the badge of a soldier. Proud. Weeping next to the body of his friend in his first battle, the blood of two races washing around them. Hurting. And a guard, steeled from years of conflict, watching his kingdom fade into dust at the hands of human mages. Promising to preserve it, by any means necessary. Aytun felt it all. And felt tears stream down his face.

        “It’s like you said. We are intertwined. You are fading, and you are bringing me with you. But you don’t have to. Because I can preserve it. This. The world will never know you, Asvønik. They will not know your story. But I will. I will remember.”

        For an endless span, the pair floated in the void, tethered together. Aytun smiled, and saw a smile begin to tear at the edges of Asvønik’s mouth. Then it left, and his eyes shone with fear as the nothing continued to spread. Consuming. On an impulse, Aytun grabbed onto him with his other arm and pulled him close. He closed his eyes and buried his head in his chest, and felt the weight of the elf’s chin resting on his shoulder. He felt the flesh beneath his fingers begin to dissolve, and gripped even harder. Asvønik may have been dead, but in this instant, his body felt warm. His heart beat to a frantic rhythm. Alive, just for an instant. 

        Then he was gone, and everything was plunged into darkness.

    I also realized in retrospect how romantic the scene sounds when it's supposedly between a 15/16 year old and a two thousand year-old dead guy but oh well 😬

    1. Through the Living Wrath

      Through the Living Wrath

      Ohohoh

      join me in the super complex fantasy ideas club!

      I’ve got a world (the great spirits world!) with 11 separate magical/historical eras

      wont be writing thru em all, but

      sometimes it scares me

  24. Hoid Slayer
    I’m not on Discord I didn’t realize the committee had changed If I add you to the PM, can you see past messages?
  25. Hoid Slayer
    PM mechanics could low-key be so cool What would they be though?
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