Slowswift

I only have the one profile written now, but I'll write the others and edit them in soon. For now, you have one profile and four basic power sets. Timelock Gravitas Avatar is an Epic who can control the elements, but not create them. The Architect is an Epic with telekinesis. The Inquisition is an Epic who's rather good at gathering information. I'll let your imagination fill in the rest until I can do a full write-up.

This, because my notification box about broke. The notifications settings on your control panel. You can check a box for email or notifications list. EDIT: Ninja'd by Voidus.

I tried that, once. Then I got fifty notifications per day for the Question, along with a headache. I meant that by the time you hit "post," your comment is most likely irrelevant.

I should have their profile up in the "Epics of Oregon" thread soon (read: in a few hours, unless I forget about it, then read: tomorrow).

How do people post here? Like within seconds posts are drowning in another ten pages. Like why. How. How does this happen.

In which 4.5 Epics are chatting amicably, playing cards, and not trying to level the city. Don't worry, you just haven't seen them in their glory yet. Things can get pretty nasty when a gravity Epic gets mad. But that's not for a few posts. For now they're just scoping the territory. AH, this RP. I kinda want to visit Astoria in real life now. And, just for the record, in the event of my untimely death, all my characters are to meet their own demise as well. Just in case.

Or, to quote Alcatraz, "crapaflapnasti."

Great points, here. Honestly, at this point, with seven billion people on the planet right now, and several thousand years of human habitation behind us, it's pretty darn hard to come up with an original idea. Harry Potter is Star Wars is LotR is... and on and on and on. Writing Excuses had a great episode, "The Problem of Originality," that addresses this quite well. On a completely unrelated note, when/why did we start calling him "Bandersnatch," of all things?

Do it. A horror story to rival the works of Shelley and Stoker.

Kobold? Terror upvote. Please don't kill me.

Start with "Shine" or "Precious Declaration." Or, one of my personal favorites, "She Gathers Rain."

Argh. Buggy mouse. Double-clicks and right-clicks and sometimes both when I don't want it to. And it's especially annoying as I have a digital arts class that requires drawing... with a mouse.

That is awesome. Very awesome. Argh... favorite song. Well, I only own three, Viva la Vida, Sky Full of Stars, and Miracles. So those three. Yeah. And I've mentioned them before elsewhere, but have you heard of Collective Soul? They and Imagine Dragons are my top two favorites. They're every bit as good as ID, in my opinion, at keeping the same sound while having drastically different albums.

OOOoooh... Imagine Dragons. Have you heard Smoke + Mirrors yet? I agree 81% with your interests. Never heard of 21 Pilots, probably don't like Coldplay as much as you do. But welcome

Four pages ago... I totally didn't just dream last night that we were all stuck in a building with various Sanderson characters and couldn't get out because someone flooded the ground floor with skittles. Calamity, guys, I've barely been here two weeks. Storms take this thread and everyone in it.

Thanks for the clarification! Now back to writing freakishly powerful pseudo-tyrants visiting the lovely state of Oregon.

Upon entering the suite, everything seemed to get lighter. He jumped softly and sailed a good five feet. Gravitas was messing things up as usual. Inside the suite, two people were sitting around a card table. Timelock recognized both of them. They were Epics who served under him in California. He and Gravitas took a seat around the table, settling in to the reduced gravity, and one of the Epics dealt them both a hand. Timelock cleared his throat as he glanced through his hand. Three of a kind. "So, do we have any plans for this stormydd-melltithio city?" “Calamity, Frederick,” said Avatar, placing some chips. “I forgot you did that.” Timelock smiled. “Et je ai oublié ce que vous avez été une douleur, James. La vostra offerta, e non truccare le carte.” he said, slipping easily from French to Italian. “At any rate, this city is one of the more challenging ones we’ve come to. Lucentia's a nasty one; you've seen what she's done with the city. We had best tread carefully.” There was a murmur of agreement from around the table. "What do you propose we do about it?" asked Avatar. "Well," the other Epic at the table, Architect, said thoughtfully, "this is one of the most stable cities around. There's a working infrastructure, and the people aren't starving. They're still terrified, of course. Who wouldn't be? But this city is one of the most secure in the region. I can count on one hand regions this stable, including the Bay Area." Everyone nodded. The Bay Area of California, known now as the Quadrangle, was the group's biggest achievement. After the four Epics had battled it out on the Golden Gate, they realized the benefits of collaboration. They had banded together and created a stable region of land, where people had basic necessities and could live their lives in peace. It might have been stable, but they were still Epics. They made sure from the start that everyone knew they were in charge, and they dealt mercilessly with invaders Epic or no. After all, what was the point of being an emperor if you had nobody to rule? There came a knock at the door. "Caleb?" Timelock asked. "You invited someone else?" The solemn man nodded. "I felt it best to have someone who could spy on the city for us," he said as he stood. "Keep an eye on the city, gather information, that sort of thing. I called an old acquaintance who's... gifted in that particular field." Realization dawned on the others. "Please tell me you didn't call the Inquisition," Avatar begged. "Please." "You have a problem with Henry?" "Not him, not necessarily," amended Avatar hastily. "It's just that he's a little, well..." "Insane?" Architect supplied helpfully. "Mad, crazy, unhinged, unstable, mental, deranged --" "Yes, thank you," cut in Gravitas. "He might be a little strange, I grant you, but he's good at what he does." "Maybe a little too good," muttered Avatar under his breath. The knock came again. Gravitas walked calmly to answer it.

Oh, ninja'd. See above post, Kobold.

As in, if nobody posts for a while, is double-posting allowed, or should you edit the previous post? And self-insertion as in having a mini-me running around. Again, not planning on doing that last one, just want to know.

How do you deal with double-posting and self-insertion? Not that I'm considering any of them, just wondering.

As has probably been pointed out before, when Sanderson's books all but ruined the rest of the genre for you. Who was it that mentioned doodling Cosmeric symbols? 'Cause, yeah, that's a thing.