Jo and the Bush

No, if he did that, every other patron in the store would be murdered by their own Drinks, and the Barrista would be controlled by strands of Water. Can Funtimes change things into Air?

My goal for Blackwave is to have every one of his posts qualify for the And Then He Died List.

Wow. The implications of that are vast. Vorinism believes that the ten Heralds are still together, which means this guy is more informed, implying he's a member /ex-member of a secret society. Or is this Teft?

Nothing's needed right now, but if you want to do something, just have him eat a bunch of screaming prisoners. Can we lock Nighthound, timeport and Blackwave away somewhere, where they can only hurt eachother?

Blackwave isn't at Astoria. He'll head there once he gets The bounty on Either Lucienta or another Epic in the city.

He stabbed upward, his sword piercing the man’s belly, and popping the left Lung. The man gasped, dropping his useless gun, and fell sideways, taking the sword with him. Blackwave grinned as he wiped the blood off on his shirt. The battle was going well. Cannon Beach had lots of Epics, most of them confidant in their ability to take on the Crew of the Tidebreaker. The smarter ones had hightailed it further inland. Currently, they only faced the Guard. Vanilla’s with guns, and useless Epics. Like Bloom, who he’d just killed. He sensed metal coming for him, and twisted, dodging the bullet. It had come from another guard. The man fired again, and again Blackwave dodged, his Powers letting him know where the bullet would go. He flipped the lid on his cantten, and sent the small amount of water forward like a knife, stabbing the man through the eye. He drew the now bloody water back into his canteen for later, and bent to pick up his sword. When he stood, there was a clear area around him. other than his two Barrel-men, nobody wanted to risk being near him. Some few looked like they were close to Surrender. That wouldn’t do at all. “Are any of ye actually going to put up a fight? Or will Brother Sharkbait have willing Sacrifices?” The crowd fought harder at that. Everyone on the Western Coast knew of Blackwave, and his sadistic first mate, Sharkbait. Which was probably why the people had let them take the Docks so easily, they didn’t want to replay Jaws. One of Blackwave’s men went flying, hit suddenly by a huge woman, easily 6’ 6”. She turned, and faced the Dread Pirate. “Blackwave! You are invading my territory again! I told you last time I would skin you if you came back! So it looks like i’ll be getting a new rug today.” She smirked and strode towards him. A couple of his men tried to attack her, but she simply swept her arms to her sides, knocking both of them back. Skinwalker was a powerful Epic, one who could change almost any Physical attribute at will. She mainly changed her strength and weight, though she could easily disguise herself by changing her height and weight. She also had a lovely habit of skinning her enemies and using them as rugs. Hence the Name. Blackwave grinned at her. “Finally! I’ve been looking for you! Calling War put a rather large bounty on your head after your last foray into his territory, and I mean to collect.” He swung his cutlass, ending with the tip pointing right at her. “And then loot and burn the town of course.” The Epic didn’t respond, just fell into a fighting stance, and started to grow another foot or so. Blackwave threw his left arm forward, as if firing a catapult, and his Barrel men cracked open their loads, spilling a good 60 gallons of water onto the street. It flowed oddly, pooling around Blackwave’s feet, rather than flowing downhill. Blackwave stabbed his sword into the street, letting it stand in front of him. He didn’t need it anymore. Skinwalker saw the water and hesitated. Everyone knew that when it came to Water, Only Regalia on the eastern Coast had the slightest chance of surviving against Blackwave. But if you Surrendered, you were given to Sharkbait, and if you ran, he’d simply cut out off your feet and You’d go to Sharkbait anyway. The only option was to fight. So she did. Skinwalker blurred as she increased her Speed, charging forward. Blackwave didn’t move at all, but his power flowed through the water, bursting forward faster than a cannonball, destroying her leg immediately. Skinwalker screamed as she fell, but her leg was already healing, and she hadn’t slowed down. She was on her feet in an instant, trying to circle around to his back. So Blackwave switched tactics. Rather than a cannonball, he made Tentacles. Dozens of Strands of Water lifted from the pool, stabbing at her, some piercing flesh, other missing, all distracting. Finally Skinwalker made a lucky dive, losing an Arm in the process, but her right fist hit him in the chest, breaking ribs, piercing skin and throwing him backwards. He drew the water with him, surrounding him in a globe of it. He stood, bones reknitting, skin sealing, completely at ease. Skinwalker on the other hand was panting, and still healing her arm. “Ha! I love a woman who puts up a good fight. But you’re a bit too fast for my tastes. I prefer taking it slow.” The Water all surged as one, surrounding her in a globe of Water, lifting her above the ground. She panicked, thrashing in the globe, trying to swim out of it. Then it all slammed into the ground, breaking more of Skinwalker’s bones and stunning her. The water pulled away from her head, and she started coughing up water, gasping in new breath. She looked up, eyes full of fear as Blackwave pulled his Cutlass from the street. He turned to face her. “Woman, that was the most fun I've had in a while. But I’ll be needing to collect your head now.” He swept his sword through her neck, severing it faster than she could heal. The larger than life head hit the street and bounced, rolling towards where the last defenders were fleeing. Blackwave stepped forward, putting one boot on the Epics head, and yelled out. “Remember boys! Pillage, then Burn!” His men cheered as they set out to steal whatever shiny loot wasn't nailed down, as well as some of the loot that was currently running away. It was a good day to be a Pirate.

Dang it Kobold, that was meant for Delightful. NP. It's important for everyone to fell included.

It's Walky! Roomies Shortpacked! Dumbing of Age Shlock Mercenary XKCD Darths and Droids Gaia Elven Order of the Stick Erfworld Scandinavia and the World Manly guys doing manly things. Woody after Hours Fans! Fanboys Name 5 facts about Delightful.

Edgedancer, who would put a bounty on Lucienta's Head? Cause that's Blackwave's Main motivation for heading to Astoria.

Ynax got it right. (I would have accepted Shai as well.)

The Story part of the Writeup is posted. Sorry for the delay.

Name: Switchfoot Primary: Ability to instantly switch places (teleport) with any other person he sees, epic or vanilla, irregardless of range. Spatial orientation (direction, speed, etc) is preserved. Example: Switchfoot is being chased by someone, decides to throw himself off a cliff and twist around, switching with the person to make them fall instead. Or he holds a gun up to his own head, switching with anyone in sight just after pulling the trigger. Or somebody shoots at him, he switches places, causing the assailant to shoot his/herself. Secondary: Limited precognition and enhanced reflexes (not sure if I want that or just make his primary into an 'automatic reaction to danger'). This Epic was suggested to me by one of our dear readers, and I like it. As for Corpemaker, I need to figure out who he can kill soon.

Dang it. I was going to ask to use that once I finished my Epic. Edge, would Lucienta let minor Epics live in astoria as long as they didn't cross her? or would they have to swear allegiance?

Does anyone remember the Coffee shop scene? Cause this is how we all wish it went: “A Hot Chocolate please. With Whipped Cream. But make sure it’s not actually hot, let it cool down first.” Last Time Murphy had tried to drink a Hot Drink, his power had caused it to spill on someone’s computer, presumably to prevent him from burning his Mouth. “Alright, will that be Large, Medium or Small?” The woman behind the counter asked, writing down his order on a notepad. “Uh, I’ll have a Medium.” He didn't carry much Cash, and CorpseMaker had tipped, so he should to, probably. He was rather surprised that CorpseMaker had tipped anyway. She smiled and clicked a button on the Register. “That’ll be 2 Dollars, and 25 Cents.” She ripped the Receipt off the machine, and exchanged it for his Money. He gave her an Extra dollar as a tip, then leaned back against the Window as she worked. He found himself contemplating his Boss again. CorpseMaker had ordered a Deathwish Coffee, supposedly lethal if you didn't have a Resistance. The Man laughed at death, but smiled at the Coffee-Shop Woman. He could radiate malevolence, but easily switched it to likability whenever needed. It was amazing. CorpseMaker was looking through the plans for tomorrow, writing a something here and there, crossing something out. He frowned as he worked, his eyebrows bunching up in between his eyes. He really believed that he should rule Portland. “Here you go, It’s still warm, but you won’t need a sleeve.” The Woman slid the Cup across the Counter, before turning away to talk to the next Customer, a Short man with Large glasses, whose eyes kept looking new ways. Murphy grabbed his drink, and walked across the room to the booth that CorpseMaker was sitting in. He slid across the bench, to where he could rest an arm on the window pane. “So what did you mean by let loose? You let loose by drinking lethal Coffee?” CorpseMaker put his pen down and looked up, regarding Murphy. “Yeah, It's always nice to sit back, drink and just talk. Plus this Coffee is to die for.” He took a Sip of his drink, before returning to his Work. “It actually can kill a man if they drink two cups. But lesser Coffee doesn't even affect me anymore.” Murphy nodded. “Alright, that makes Sense. So, you wanna hear my the Idea I had?” CorpseMaker looked up at him and nodded. "Sure." “Collaborate. He’s an Epic who grows in Strength the more people there are with him. He's always working for someone, since he needs others to power him. He'd be the perfect addition." CorpseMaker thought about it for a moment, then smiled, "That'd be a great idea! I'll be sure to send him an Envoy. Any other great ideas rolling around in that perfect head of yours?" Murphy actually blushed at that. "Uh, no, just the one. Thanks, anything else I can do to help tomorrow?" "Mind standing by me in the opening salvo? We have to win this war, and save Portland form the Empire." He looked across at Murphy expectantly. "Sure thing boss! I'd love to stand with you." "Please, just call me Cormac, at least while there's no one else around." Murphy felt himself blushing again. Sparks, he'd never done that this much before. "Sure thing, Cormac." CorpseM, ​No, Cormac's smile was beautiful. Full of confidence and genuine happiness. He took another drink of his Cocoa to hide his blushing, and then asked "So how often do you do this?" "About twice a week. Maybe more. Want to keep coming along. It could be fun." "I'd love to."

Redbird, you never confirmed that I was right, but I assume I was? So I'll go: A Dangerous Woman.

Lady Otrisce Tekil walked sedately down the Hall way of her Summer home. Whuch was now her regular home, due to Scadrial's destruction. Those Rusting Unmade, lowering all her property value and destroying all her goods. She was ruined now. As far as she could tell, Not a single servant, guard or Noble, other than the new Gardner, had made it out, other than her. So what now? She would have to figure something out. Her wandering had brought her to the doors that lead to her garden and Lawn. The Old man who had recently joined as a gardener was there as well, rolling something around in his hand, and looking at the Freshly trimmed lawn. She steped onto the grass to approach Gramps, but he spun around, somehow sensing her, and screamed. "Get off the Lawn! It's freshly trimmed don't you know? You're not supposed to get on my Lawn!" Otrisce stepped back in surprise, than scowled, and stepped back onto the lawn. "I own this lawn Gramps. I'm the one who's paying you to tend it, so you can-" She gagged as she finally got close enough to sense his Investiture. It was higher than it should have been, and it radiated Malevolence. "You, you're a Champion!" "Yes, I'm a champion, I kill people, don't you know. Now, knowing that, how about you GET OFF MY LAWN!" She stumbled back, hurriedly increasing the distance between them. She had to report this, but why would he reveal himself anyway, unless. . . Acting on Instinct, she dived forward, barely dodging the sword thrust of the other Champion. She scrambled to her feet but was kicked back down. She didn't even see the sword as it sliced cleanly through her neck. _________________________________________________________________________________________ "Maybe that will teach people to stay off my Lawn." Gramps spat on to the Lady's corpse. Her blood was staing his grass though, he'd have to clean that. And his compatriot was still on the lawn. He turned towards him and asked "Is the plan still on?" "Yes, I'll be holding on to Odium come tomorrow. And you'll be serving me Old man." "Cool, until then, get off my storming lawn. I need to clean it again." The Heir of Odium's eyes burned. "Show some respect Grandpa! I'll be the one providing you with your powers come Morning!" "Nah, Not while I still have this." Gramps lifted the Black marble that Maw had given him. The prison of the Unmade. "You don't control this baby. Now, how about you run along and play young'un!" He gave his rival and soon to be master the most Lethal glare he could, and the man flinched, then turned. "Fine. But you'll be hearing from me." He glowed, then vanished, leaving the planet. "Heh. Stupid idiots gonna get themself killed one of these days." He shook his head at the thought. Maybe he'd be the next Odium. Wouldn't that be nice. "Heh, stupid Idiot, letting me get behind you like this." Gramps whirled, to see a Shimmering golden figure, drenched in Black mist throw something at him. It hit him in the chest and went all the way through, staining the Lawn with even more blood. Storms, that will take, even, longer... ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rayse was sweating by the time he got his door open. His Muscles ached before he'd gotten off his porch, and he ran out of energy by the time he got to the end of the street. Storming Ruin, Even dead his power stops me. Hoid was still on guard, blocking his every move. What's the point. I wouldn't be able to shatter anyone in this state. He turned back, and started to walk to his house, the resistance fading away as he was no longer attempting to take action. He stepped onto the porch, and then stopped. On his door was a glowing red Rune. A Bloodseal. He smiled. Looked like Plan C was in motion. A pity. He'd hoped to shatter some shards before passing Odium on. He could hear rattling, as the Skeletal closed distance. It was still to far out to be seen, but judging by it's sound, it was going fast, and would be on him, right about, Now. A Sharpened Ivory Hand ripped through him, Rayse smiled hungrily as his blood spattered over him and the Skeleton. He could feel Odium trying to get free now. He could no longer hold it, dying as he was. The Shard fled him suddenly, passing through the skeletal, destroying him as it passed and fleeing to where His Champions were. Hopefully, thed's be able to carry on without him. Maw, once called Rayse, Once called Odium, Dread Lord of Hatred, died covered in blood, but smiling gleefully. Ostrich was an Awakener! Mailliw was Odium! Odium's shard has been passed on. Gamma Fiend was an Unmade! The day will end on Tuesday the 16th, at 10pm PST. Sending PM's will take a while.

I'll give everyone ten more minutes to get in last minute Orders, Before I start day 5.

All right. I'll be getting home tonight at 10:30PM. So I'm going to post the blue part of the writeup then, and write the thing afterwards. So this night is half an hour longer or so.

The night will end, between 10pm and 12pm. I'm still trying to figure something out.

Night 4: Ruin always wins. Dorin bowed his head and prayed. “Oh God, Please, deliver me, your faithful priest, from this fate.” Eh, not that faithful, but what better time to be a priest then right before death? “Please, let one of your Servants, Devotion or Honour save me?” Unlikely. But still he waited, hopeful, maybe this time, God would finally respond. But as the minutes passed, his hope slipped away. He stood up, his knees aching for Prayer, and shook his fist at the ceiling. “Well Storm off than God! I don’t know why I even bother praying to you, Faker!” He turned on his heel and marched to the door, slamming it open. There was a large crowd outside the Church of the Survivor. It was a fine church by Scadrilian Standards, not that it would matter soon. The crowd was composed mainly of men and women who believed him to be a Worshipper of Odium, which wasn’t true. He hated the Man. He would never worship him. Make Deals with him for Power? Storms yes. “So, come to hang an innocent old priest? What did I ever do to you?” Eolkin stepped forward and yelled out “You murdered Aonar!” More cries came. “You were praying to Odium weren’t you?” “He turned me into a Newt!” “You’re probably the one who unmade Nalthis!” That last one caught his attention. “Oh? If I had the power to destroy a planet, why would you be here with me, putting me in a corner, where my only option was to destroy another planet to get off?” That silenced the crowd, and they looked around, looking for signs of any upcoming destruction. None were apparent. Finally, The old guy spoke up. “Did you destroy Nalthis?” Dorin smiled, and shook his head. “No. Not that it matters. The Unmade is here with us now.” He threw his arms skyward and bellowed out “LORD ODIUM! I HAVE SERVED YOU FAITHFULLY, LET THIS WORLD SERVE AS MY PYRE, WITH THESE CREMLINGS THE KINDLING!” Everyone froze, Dorin waited expectantly, and then, right when it seemed like nothing was going to happen, the clouds above darkened, and red lightning crackled among them. A Rumbling sounded from the Heavens. THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED. THIS TOO SHALL BURN. The first lightning bolt hit the church, obliterating it in the blink of an eye. Worldhoppers began to glow, as they jumped into Shadesmar to escape. Most of them abandoned the Inhabitants of the world, leaving them to Odium’s Hatred. More and more Lightning fell, Off in the distance, one struck Kredik Shaw, the blast leveling it and sending Shrapnel in all directions. Dorin cackled maddly as the lightning struck around him, digging holes into the world. He was still laughing when the planet collapsed inward onto itself, killing him in fire and Ash. Dowanx was a Champion! Scadrial has been destroyed! Only Sel, Yolen, Roshar and First of the Sun are left. Dowanx(7): Bort, Eolhondras, Swalji, Leiftinspace, Sarcomere, Pifferdoo Mailliw(1): Ostrich Gramps(1): Twelfth Root Alvron(1): JasonPenguin JasonPenguin(1): Gammafiend

Hey Ostrich, you never retracted your vote for Mailliw. Araris Valerian(1): Snoopy Dowanx(4): Bort, Eolhondras, Swalji, Leiftinspace Mailliw(1): Ostrich Gammafiend(1): Twelfth Root Alvron(1): JasonPenguin JasonPenguin(1): Gammafiend

You mean writing fan-fic about our fan-fic? I hope so. Otherwise this meme is useless.

He might just be checking his content pages, like I did. I didn't realize there was a new thread for a couple of days because I just check my content.

Do you know what scares me about the tutorial Thread? THe possibility of altermind and Reader teaming up to make the perfect torture Illusion for a Sam?