Hoid Slayer

Jo note that this is his not his signup post It is not eligible for fabulous rewards

Just in time

I’m here I’m here sign me up Wait wait wait Okay I got fifteen minutes to merge posts I gotta lock in No one dare post Blood spilled, my hand wielding the knife; knife the wielding hand! My blood, spilled ... Tshanin strolled along the great Thaylen promenade, overlooking the bay. Warships massed in the waters there, prepared for the coming struggle. Tshanin had always loved taking this walk, ever since he'd been a child, and his sister's hand had guided him along the waterfront. They would come at dusk, to sit at one of the many benches that faced out towards the sea, and wait for the stars to appear. He would come up with names for the constellations, and she would laugh, but then the next time they came, she would point out the Greatshell or the Skyeel - his mighty discoveries. Tonight, he recognized some of the stars. They had been his companions, in these years. Since his sister's death, and he was cast into the world alone. They had no family to their name; Tshanin had never known his parents, and when his sister was buried, none had come to claim him. But the stars had remained. They had nurtured him, watched over him when he slept under their blanket. The stars had raised him. He had grown in their light. And now, finally, all of Thaylenah would see him shine. Edit: Additional details for Jo: Tshanin is actually Thaylen, and must admit he is somewhat confused by all the council members returning simultaneously from the Reshi Isles He is an avid fan of Vorin keteks, and enjoys writing his own He is a relatively new member of the council (although that seems to be a common trend) following the passing of one of its most experienced members, whom he clerked for and who endorsed him as his successor before his untimely passing. Tshanin must admit a lack of experience in the realm of politics, but is eager to seize this opportunity and show the world what he is capable of

No… I’m actually not, I just happened to open the Shard and immediately got the notif But I am constantly checking the SE forum for the next game when I can Wait was there actually no second thief? I thought it was Hopper!

Hey!

Hey I just stumbled upon this I don't know if you want to hear from anyone or just let out your thoughts for yourself But I want you to know Though I don't imagine to have gone through your experience, I do think I've been through something similar I can understand what you feel like, or at least try to I guess I just wanted to say I'm here. I read this. And if you want to talk to someone, I will always be here When I first joined the Shard, and I struggled, someone else put themselves out there for me. And I truly cannot express the impact it had on me So yeah My offer's there Many hugs

Ver - the one previously known as 209845, Antivirus of the Cloud - stepped up to the edge of the cliff and overlooked the Storm. The dark, broiling mass approached like a wall, vanishing the ground that fell under its maw. Ver heard rapid footsteps behind him, and turned around. A human stumbled around confused there, his face searching around for answers. “Where… am I?” His gaze fell on Ver, and the movement of his legs stilled as his eyes narrowed. He seemed… wary. “Who are you?” Ver outstretched a hand. “A traveler. A traitor, to some. To others, a savior.” The man eyed his void-flesh with distrust. Then he outstretched his own hand and gripped Ver’s, hesitating right before contact but making it nonetheless. “Evinir Cragborn. I don’t have good experience with travelers. Or traitors.” Evinir shifted his head to look at something behind Ver, and the antivirus turned to follow his gaze. A third figure stumbled, dazed, a couple feet away. His bulky frame was covered in a white, red and black carapace, and he held two daggers in his hands. When he saw the pair, he tensed, crouching down into a defensive posture and brandishing his weapons. A guttural Rhythm emanated from within him, like a melody. Evinir released Ver quickly, and took a step towards the newcomer. “Welcome, Fused. Are you, perchance, a traveler, a traitor, or a savior?” The Fused cocked a suspicious head at Evinir. “My name is Ebonaryle, and who I am is none of your business.” “Well, that’s somewhat aggressive. I believe we are all lost together-” “Is Belias behind this? Cause if so-” “There is no need for violence-” “I don’t know who Belias is-” “What sort of being is that-” “Put down the dagger-” “Do not tell me what to do-” They all fell silent. Two new figures had arrived. They were children. Well, teenagers. Youth. The pale girl gripped the red-haired boy’s arm with force, and he subconsciously placed his body in between her and the others. He was so brave, still. He was not broken yet; not completely. He was so scared. She was scared, too. She was already broken, and she would soon be brave. The other figures all looked at the boy and girl with an odd reverence. This pair was older than them, greater, in a way they could not quite name. Even Ebon’s rhythm changed. When he asked, it was not in accusation, but veneration. “Who… are you?” “I’m Aytun, and this is Bea. We-” They were interrupted once more by another arrival. A bright light covered the ground, then vanished just as quickly, revealing the floating image of a man, skin replaced with white plates, a singular oval mask in place of a face, and a gold halo over his head. The others all looked at him, and knew that he was the Youngest of them. The freshness hung over him like a sheen, not yet painted over. His voice rang out, loud and clear. “I am Leopold, and this is not Heaven.” Ebon laughed. The others just stared at him blankly. Then Leopold looked past them all, looked down. “Who is that?” They all turned to face the storm. It was a lot closer now. Then they looked down. At the foot of the cliff, far, far beneath them all, a figure faced the storm. So far down, he looked young, younger even than Bea and Aytun. His brown hair curled on his head, his features obscured by the shadow of the storm. “He is Us.” The figures all turned to look at the voice, the final guest. An even younger child, his hair was longer and only curled at its ends; he was notably shorter, and he seemed… sadder. Yet, paradoxically, more innocent. His voice was high, not yet cracked by the burdens that would soon descend on him, hungering for his smile. Already they had begun to feed. He was not like the others, not even the young pair, and Ver was the first to notice and bow. “Lord Hoid Slayer.” Ebon and Evinir both fell to their knees behind him, tilting their heads. Aytun, Bea, and Leopold all stood awkwardly to the sides. They were not his creations. “What is that?” Bea’s voice sounded loud in the silence. Hoid Slayer turned to face the wall that neared by the second. It was so, so close now. “A new chapter.” They were all silent. Aytun spoke. “I’m scared.” Leopold spoke. “Fear is a purely human quality.” Ebon spoke. “I am no human.” Evinir spoke. “I have lived countless lives.” Hoid Slayer spoke. “I have authored many.” Bea spoke. “I’ve fought so hard.” Ver spoke. “That is what it means to live.” He stepped forward. He was the bravest of them all, in the end. But a hand stopped him. Ver looked down at Hoid Slayer, so small, so young beneath him. And, with the slightest inclination of a faceless head, nodded. Hoid stepped in front of Ver, put himself between the wall that approached by the second and the others behind him. He trembled. Six hands rested on his shoulders. When the Storm hit, and enveloped the lone, shadowed, figure at the bottom of the cliff, Hoid Slayer was the first to go with him. And all the others, all parts of Him, followed.

@coco.pudding I have to say I loved your elim doc RP

Nahh it ain't ever gonna happen if we tell him to do it Then they'll know "I’m sorry, but X and Y must make it to the end" Yeah uhh sorry that didn't work out pal "Just so we’re clear, the NK is currently on elim!Coder. " I can just imagine Archer with his glasses halfway down his nose looking down skeptically

Yes please we would cook so hard

Evinir Cragborn leaned over the side of the small boat and carefully lifted the sodden journal out of the water. Piles of wreckage and - occasionally - bodies ebbed in the waves, slowly drifting apart. Relu-na was gone. That was… annoying. It seemed the Ghostbloods had beat him to it. It also meant he was alone in the middle of the ocean with a week’s travel to the nearest land. Evinir carefully opened the book. The ink was slightly stained, but surprisingly readable. A small letter was scratched into the leather of the inside cover. Y. Evinir cast the book aside. It would need to dry. But then… well, he did have quite the trip ahead. Perhaps the adventures of this “Y” could keep him entertained in the solitude. Congratulations elims! And thank you @Archer for running this game. Shoutout as well to @Illwei for keeping us all entertained in the dead doc. 11,000 words… It was nice playing with you, and I hope to interact more with you in the future when I have more time to truly get into the game. I must say, I am astonished by how on the spot my instincts this game were. First Coder, then Coco… I swear, this never happens I’m entering a period where I’ll have a lot more time for the next few weeks (well, really there’s things I should be doing, but nothing will force me away and that’s good enough) so I’ll definitely be sticking around for the next couple of games I would like to close my time here with a reminder that the last time I was elim was like six months ago, so, uhh, if anyone reading this ends up GMing soon, you know what to do *wink wink* If that’s true that is actually insane (needless to say, I am jealous)

That’s what it is Evinir Cragborn did not canonically die This is not canon

Dovie’andie se tovya sagain

Pretty calm rollovers this game, I must say Please don’t vote Grub if TUC flips elim