Swimmingly

Welp. I got nothin'. The Fish is dead, long live the Fish.

Wayne's lucky hat?

Swimmingly smiles, for a moment, as he collapses. Then his form fades to a wisp of blue-white flame that lingers in mid-air, flickering fitfully. One. Two. On three, a blast of furnace-heat light smashes out to send Joe wheeling through the air, form scorched and broken. It rebounds, incinerating the axe , before Swimmingly reforms, clad in flame, lines of hemalurgic spikes glistening down his ribs and spine. He is clad in incandescent flame, a pair of brass bracelets locked around his wrists and an axe of pure flame glowing in his hand. He hurls it casually, staving in Joe's skull with a hammer of pure energy that disperses about him, sending a stench like roasting pork into the air. Swimmingly leaps forward, tackling Chaos, and bludgeoning him about the ears with glowing metalminds. Each strike sends a burst of foul smoke into the air, scarring and burning the tissue.

*Fits magazine of copper-jacketed spikes into modified nailgun* I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir.

I said Left Defence, storm it! It's an entirely different position. Also, you may want to correct the spelling of Hemalurgy. I'll bring my PEZ-o-murderin' otherwise.

*Kicks in the door* *Looks around* *Throws spikes and runs*

Voting for the Court to win is like voting for winter to come. And, to quote Ned Stark, Winter is Coming.

I have a giangantic spherical sword I call Earth. I had trouble finding a rack big enough for it, so I tend to leave it on the ground.

Actually, I am, and have been for a while

You could have a abduction mechanic where you kidnap citizens holding Breath, take them back to a dungeon, and torture them until they give it to you! You could then embalm the corpses and reAwaken them with their own Breath, but under your complete control!

Little known fact: For Santa, those mall Santa gigs are like catch and release fishing.

Buy, but only facial features, and even that minimally. Szeth doesn't like the taste of chicken and never has, even in his homeland where it's a staple.

I think the Investiture is bound to the cognitive or spiritual aspect of the metal, which, in this case, would be lost if you change it to much. So, basically, no. Changing a valid Metallic Arts alloy to another resets the storage.

Reenacting complex moral arguments is less fun than it sounds. There's a reason we hire artists like Brandon to do it for us In all seriousness, a large part of fantasy and role-playing is escapism. Giving complex morals to everything to face is a touch to close to reality in many cases. It's more difficult to separate atrocities committed by a player from their ethics than that of a character.

I'll take freezing anytime. Summer's nice, but there's a sharp chill to the winter that I love. Also, Erai, that's balmy for us.

The physical realm? Shadesmar? The spiritual realm?

Joe's Answer

The Well of Ascension under Kredik Shaw?

Blazing white and filled with terrible energies, the swirling remnants of two dead gods?

Ohhh I remember now! That was the research Alendi found him engaged in when they met! The last reread I did of that, I was amused that it it almost seemed a pastiche of The Wheel of Time, in ways.

Rosharian tree that lies down as a highstorm approaches?

Yes

I want a specific cremling

Bound by no rope nor cord to stillness, I wait. It is all that's left to me. Was that an answer?

(Make the GM panda a breeding pair. Got to sweeten the deal.)