Fatebreaker

Well, the Herdazians are pretty much based off of Hispanics, so Tequila. And if you wanted it to be accurate...http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/13137-rosharans-are-cannibals-sort-of/?hl=cannibals

Whew! it's been a long week. And it's not over yet. True, but only if he's not faded at the moment. Can't cancel the powers of someone who doesn't exist. but yes, if you caught him in a physical state his powers could be cancelled. Christian, not particular to a denomination. I do love me some gospel music though. The Iron Shark or the Tide Rider. I have a pirate or two to contribute. Tariq Wakaran aka Typhoon Can summon and control hurricanes Can create throwing knives from thin air. A tall, Jamaican man. He seems amicable, relaxed, laid-back, until you irk him. then the next thing you know, he's pinned you to the mast with pointy objects through your arm. Jamie McKeegan aka Cannon Ball, (or Cabin boy as the crew calls him.) Abilities:Can launch himself like he was thrown by a slingshot. Achieved by jumping. When he hits he can cause an explosion. Passive: Can affect and change the density of objects. Can move through a brick wall likes it's made of water and can stand on water like it's solid. Immune to death by impact. Does not get rid of the inertia. Doesn't need to breathe at all. Kinda freaks him out.

Szeth is one of my top 4 favorite cosmere characters, along with Hoid, Nightblood, and Wayne. He holds that place because he is a badchull. Interlude 9: Death Wears White was one of my favorite scenes in all of literature. It was EPIC. I think he gets alot of undeserved hate, and that few people recognize his strength. Or how awesome he is.

And all of the problems could be solved by giant flying crustaceans that would show up at opportune moments.

Actually the Light Alley is just a subsidiary of the Dark Alley with really good advertising.

Man, I've been in the lab a long time. We've got a new member and an official disclaimer. I approve. Welcome 18. Feel free to explore the lab, but mind the smelting cooking equipment. And the Shadow Vipers, and the Walrus Pits (yeah, those are new. I realized that they had built in hemalurgic spikes coming out of their face. Research has been, productive.) Someone should update the list of DA Denizens, I'm beginning to lose track. I'd hate to accidentally sell some cookies to a chef of ours.

Welcome to the forums. Have a cookie and an upvote.

I was thinking how backtrack could be useful, and decided he could actually be quite valuable as a crime-scene investigator. He just shows up to the scene of the crime and he can tell you exactly how it went down. He's like the ultimate witness in court. So there. Just proved he's not worthless, and provided career choices. You're welcome, Steven. That last Edgerunner post was great. Looking forward to the Vondra post, so I can see what Quicksilver is up against.

I was thinking a Red eyed tree frog mixed with a chameleon and an electric eel. Basically a frog that can run change colors, has a prehensile tail, and generate an electric charge on it's tongue.

As Antonio ran down the street he whistled a merry tune. It had been a good day. He had nicked some fruit from a fruit vendor, who seemed angrier today than usual. Probably needs a vacation or somethin'. Then he had found a pile of suplies that had been dropped next to the road. There was some blood nearby, but hey, what you don't know can't hurt ya. A short ways away he had come across some of Vondra's goons in an alley, loading a body into a bag, so he skedaddled. Then he had liberated a sandwich from that deli that was to die for. A bullet hit the street a foot away. To die for had been a poor choice of words. He hadn't known it was a copper's sandwich he was liberating. To be fair, the man was overreacting a bit. He didn't even say "Please can I have that back." He just started swearing and trying to land a hit with that big nightstick of his. So Antonio had stole his wallet as well. And now he was being pursued by about three rather put out guards. This running was getting old, so he ducked into an alley an put down what appeared to be a can of peanuts. Then he hid in a trashcan. The guards rounded the corner, searching for him wildly. Then one of them noticed the can and picked it up. Too late his comrades saw what he was doing. "No, BIll, Wait!" POW! a fake snake shot out of the can, hitting him so hard it knocked him off his feet. Antonio erupted out of the trashcan, flinging the lid at the closest guard. It caught him square on the head, laying him out cold. The last guard turned in time to see Antonio Grab his hand in a firm handshake. Instantly the man collapsed, writhing from the electric shock he had just received. Within a matter of seconds it was over. Antonio brushed off his hands and walked away. Yes, it had been a good day.

Oops, my bad. Would this be a bad time to introduce my new baking epic?

Wait, wait! don't forget ME! Whoops, I left off an "E" I meant MEE: Voidius, Fatebreaker, and Mail-mi

Ooh, phantasmas! Since you've been around, you may have heard this before, but... Here have a cookie.

Where ever there are shadows, darkness, friendly welcoming baked goods, there dwells the Alley. It can be tricky to locate, but the more cookies you have, the easier it is to find.

At which point Schultz would literally die from laughter. And the Mad Ballooner would become Mr. Floaty-Face and spend the rest of his life making pretty, multicolored balloon-cats for the rest of his life. I can't tell if this a happy ending, or a horrible ending...

Given his lack of social skills, he wouldn't know how to handle this and probably freeze up and start stuttering horrendously. Schultz would be too busy laughing to intervene. On a separate note, Mailliw, would it be cool if Prankster had done a favor fro Chimera in the past and gotten a special creature? Nothing destructive, just something to life a little easier.

Meanwhile in the Dalles: A Challenger Approaches! It would be awesome if the Mad Ballooner and Schultz could join the attack on MoNA. They could help with vertical transportation, and general insanity. Or they could be used to distract Funtimes. Just think, a strangely dressed man, speakin in a funny accent and creating multicolored balloons. She wouldn't be able to look away.

Wow, so much interest in sandman!max. I suppose I can elaborate somewhat. It would really depend on how deeply Max opens their minds. He could just scratch the surface, the most recent concerns and fears, or he could delve deep, hitting deep-seated fears and memories and the strongest emotions. The latter can often reveal fears that the dreamer wasn't aware of. We can have him put Nighthound to sleep, under Fade's orders. It would actually be in line with the execution plan. I should hold a poll for characters people most want to see in dream state. I wonder what a deep dream of Funtimes would look like...

What are you talking about? That makes total sense, if you sink about it cosmically.

He doesn't turn into mist, he ceases to exist. You can't bleed to death if there's no blood to lose. So physical damage isn't really an issue for him, he's thinking about others who may be assisting him. He's also planning for Sandman to have a key role in this which will require him to touch Nighthound. Edit: I'm so tired I didn't even realize the first line rhymed. ugh, not looking forward to class today.

Isht breaking the cycle because zhe Baron does vat he vants! Kobold two questions: 1: What will Vondra's immediate reaction be when he finds out about the command post? Will he go on the war-path, or will he refortify? 2: I think Glamour would get along famously with Prankster. Could they run into each other some time soon? I was thinking either before or after he checks out the outpost. (side note: he has great taste in music.)

*Isht sinking zat Space-dirigibles are teknikally balloons...* *Isht gettink cool helmet VITH air supply.* Other possibilities: The Light Ballooner, Baron von Funtimes, The Balloonicyclist

*Is feelin' down for that.* *Is agreeing* *Is wondering whether the Mad Ballooner could reach space* *Isht BALLOONINK!* *Isht regrettink not brinnink oxygen supplies...*

Zhe nexsht Mad Balloo... cough, cough! Ahem, the next Mad Ballooner post is up, along with Fade replying to Nathan. Edgedancer said Nighthound could die, Fade is ready to make that happen. Permanently. Edge, I'd like to pm you about possible battle scenarios. Even though he's a jerk, I feel like Nighthound deserves a memorable final battle. I want Nighthound's last moments to be, Epic .

Fade nodded as he memorized the new information. He asked a few more questions about Lightwards and Nighthound, narrowing down the scope of their abilities somewhat. Lightwards was someone he could work around. But Nighthound was too dangerous. Lightwards held no control over him, just his amusement for the moment. There was no telling when the creature might turn on his proclaimed allies. When he might turn on Maximilian. Fade began formulating his strategy. Nighthound's enhanced physical capabilities meant that prolonged hand to hand combat was likely to be dangerous. Not only that, but he converted his hounds through touch. However, both his healing and possession were not instantaneous, so he could work around them. Constant damage seemed to be the way to go, focused on vital areas and sensory organs. Fade was a firm believer that you could kill anything with enough skill and determination. Worst come to worst, there was always his Last Resort. He looked up at the Traveler. "It's doable, as long as you're sure he doesn't have a resurrection ability. And I think that your Doctor Funtimes can help. However,I need to know who would side with us, and who would side with him. Other Epics assisting the target can complicate things, and I need to know how many am I going to have to kill." There wasn't a trace of doubt or a flicker of worry within Fade. He wasn't going to fight Nighthound, he was going to put him down. ------------ "Also, could you let my children know that I'm alright? I'd hate for them to have to worry." Before Zip could even think of a reply the Mad Ballooner swung to face his captive. "Vat? You haf brought childrens? Vat kindt of muzzer brings childrens vith her vhen she visits Epic hideouts? I am sinking CPS schould be calledt, if zey schtill existed zat is. Anyvays, Herr Zeep, I haf brought you this intruder. Ve foundt her shneekink aroundt, probably tryinnk to kill us all! It vas only sanks to my heroic actions zat sche vas apprehended. Oh, unt partly sanks to Schultz as vell, but not too much. He just tied her up, pretty easy really. I mean, anyvone can tie somevone up, but it takes a true hero to point dangerous guns unt yell "HALT!" like so. Unt I sink a new medal is in order. 'For apprehendink dangerous intruders' zounds about right. Vell, I vill be takinnk her to zhe dungeon now. Come along Schultz, don't just stand zere vith your teeth in you mouth. Seriously, you're like a dachshund zat has been drinkinnk." He turned to go, but stopped mid-step. "A dachshund zat has been drinkinnk? Zat is a terrible analogy! I must sink of a new von." He pulled out a pencil and a small notebook from inside his jacket and began muttering to himself and writing. "Let's see, like an aero-plane made of concrete, like an ostrich vith it's head in a euphonium , like..."