Assassin in Burgundy

Jurdaan had never heard of skindancers, but he had never heard of a lot of things. He was never quite a normal child, and hadn't grown up surrounded by the fairy tales that plagued many children's imagination. People had stayed away from him due to his mental instability, but Jurdaan always knew he had been more than that. Simply put, he cracked under the stress of his own intelligence. And that was one trait that would surely help in these dangerous days.

Ok, my character's name will be Jurdaan Longfell. There is no certainty in regarding his sanity.

Signing up. I'll think of a name later.

Getting back to the Shard like WHAT

Definitely Allomancy. In today's world there's just so much metal to take advantage of with Steelpushing.

A flash of light, and the pain of rebirth. Fuzzy's eyes snapped open, and he groaned. He felt the bones in his neck reknit, and he carefully pushed himself off the ground. He looked around, and the village of Tyrian Falls was gone. Fuzzy, choked back a sob, but then he heard something. A voice, calling to him. In a daze, he followed. He wandered through the streets, filled with ash. Bodies littered the streets, and blood stained the ground. The voice beckoned him inside a small home. It was somewhat untouched, and Fuzzy didn't fear for his safety. He wandered through the halls, and came to stop before a mirror. He squinted, and his eyes widened in shock. Someone had written something in the ash here. I am dead, it read. The last of my energy was given to you. You are my church now. If you die, Jaism dies with it. Spread the word. Rule with wisdom. Praise the Ja.

Sure! It only costs one copy of Dragonsteel.

Oh ok. Thanks.

Ok, just to clarify, is there one of each type of Bond available each turn, and whoever's invested the most into it gets it? Also, Quiver.

Araon continued through the streets. The daylight was fading and he was glad when he saw the sign for the pub, tucked away in a corner of town. He walked in, and was immediately rewarded with the sounds of drunk men and the smell of lavis beer. He sat down, waving the bartender over. Retrieving a diamond mark, he handed it to him in exchange for the most alcoholic drink he had. The bartender reappeared a few minutes later, with a sudsy drink that made Araon's eyes water. He took a swig, and immediately felt his senses slip a bit. He smiled, determined not to be able to piss straight the next morning. All ready for a barfight Aman