Koloss17

Week Six Perses wandered the shifting hallways. He didn't even know if they were hallways anymore. The walls felt like walls, but what if they weren't? He had never been able to actually see them anyways. Maybe the House could mess with more than just the walls. Could he even trust his own senses? No. That's how the House gets him. That's what it wants. Perses let out a raggedy laugh, which turned into a scream. "YOU WANT ME? YOU WANT ME?" Perses stumbled to the floor. "well you'll have to try better than that," he whispered into the ground. House wouldn't get him. It would waste its time with him for the rest of Perses' life. If the House wanted whatever it wanted, the only way it could get that is to give up on him. Perses got up and marched onward. Where to, he didn't know. He hadn't ever managed to return to his home, and hadn't even smelled a glimpse of it in ages. Though after the first few times sleeping in the hallways, he no longer feared it. It was ground like any other, and if he died in his sleep, he wouldn't complain. He was the bloody Survivor. Once he was out of this hellhole, he would have powers like no other. A mistborn. No, better. It was just a matter of time before he-- A wave of cold enveloped Perses' body. He felt an icy cold hand touch his chest, and then pushing through him. He slumped down, immobilized. Everything went dark. His senses refused to work. All Perses could do was feel. He felt hands work their way up his body. Beginning on his stomach and moving to the chest, they worked. Another set of hands grabbed a hold of his feet. The chill was enough to make him want to scream. Yet he couldn't. Slowly, oh so slowly, the hands worked their way up his body. Atop the neck, winding ever upward. The hands were now enveloping him, taking over what little thought he had left. With a jolt, he felt the hands sink into his flesh. Through his skull, clasping his mind. Fear overwhelmed him, but he couldn't even hear his heart beating. Sleep, Perses.

So I’ve contacted the elders once more, and I’ll be honest with you, they do not really have a good answer for ya. My thought is that the Alleystorm exists for narrative purposes more than worldbuilding purposes, and that it would be a much different world if Alleylight was storable and easily used for different things. So I’ll just make up a worldbuilding detail. Alleylight itself is not storable within the spheres. It can refill the spheres, but the nature of what investiture is being filled is being keyed as soon as it affects an object in particular. So once it enters a Roshar-made sphere, it will become Stormlight. Once it enters an elantrian (who don’t necessarily need it), it becomes Dor. I believe it can be channeled allomantically like the mists would, but again, it would become keyed once it enters. So while in the storm, I would say it is possible for it to fill the metalmind at a pretty good rate. However, there is no easy way to store the Alleylight for future use. However, take this lore tidbit as a bandage fix, not exactly a written in metal type of thing.

For @TheFrugalWizard and anyone else’s reference:

Not a problem in the friend department! I will check in with the elders on if that was their idea for the unkeyed-ness.

I have just inquired with those more knowledgeable than I. Here is their response:

hehehe that's fair. If you ever want to RP or like creative writing, I'm the head mod. It's really fun!

FYI: I have just edited the character template. Most of the adjustments are minor, but the biggest is shifting from guilds to affiliations. Since guilds are not particularly prevalent in the current story (though that is subject to change), and many characters are employing or being employed by other characters, I feel that having an affiliations section would better suit things. There is no need to edit character sheets that are already approved, as this is just for ease of character creation for newcomers.

So I've given a lot of thought to making this thread. In the end, I think it is a good idea, but there are some disclaimers. What this thread is: A place to talk about NPCs A place to coordinate with others about NPCs A place to request feedback on NPCs or ask someone to control or make an NPC A place to flesh out an NPC, for either world building or character development purposes What this thread is not: A required place to post your NPCs A place where we "approve" NPCs In the end, this is a place to help create NPCs for your character or world building purposes. It is not a place that you have to get through to use an NPC. Rules are not changing, and in the end, NPCs are largely unregulated. If an NPC is integral to a character, and follow them around (like a spren), it would be great to pair that with your character in the character approval thread. Otherwise, there is no approval process for NPCs. However, as I have created NPCs or created NPCs to help out other characters, I have felt that a thread like this would be very useful. A place to create an NPC with feedback from others, as well as to communicate with others if you are making or piloting an NPC for someone else I'd recommend using the character template here, but you are free to do as you wish, as again, we are not approving any posted NPCs (they're always approved, unless I specifically see a problem with em). Anyways, have fun posting!

Honestly this is a bit more of a Cosmere forum question. The Alleystorm is just the equivalent of the highstorm on Roshar. From what I understand, it has the same properties as the highstorms. So the question is do highstorms refill metalminds? I would think the answer is no, but if you would like to post a question elsewhere on the shard and get back to me, you are more than welcome to.

Perses, New Hallandren, Pygma's Workshop Perses stood for a moment in shock. What had just happened? After a moment, he gathered his senses. "Did you just try to kill me? As a cheap trick?" He flared steel, approaching Pygma. Luckily, he managed to notice the insufferable smirk on Pygma's face. Perses huffed, striding away from her. "So, do you like it?" she asked, with the grin bleeding into her words. Despite his blood pumping, he couldn't helped but be impressed. While he was quite the shot, and that he had the advantage at distance, he was not particularly muscular or adept at fighting in close quarters. Hopefully this coat would help in that department. "It'll do," Perses said. Still trying to calm his racing heart, he walked out without thanking Pygma. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Venser accepted the coin, not bothering to count them. Though he always appreciated some coin, he was too focused on the blueprints. Few customers have paid with anything other than money, and never has he received anything as useful as this. The raw potential of this technology..... This could revolutionize his business. By the time he had looked up, the fox was long gone.

So basically cut an arm with a shardblade, awaken the arm to have the arm commanded? Seems definitely interesting. Im thinking that this would have the advantage of at the very least being able to command an arm to do previously impossible things, and having reactions of its own is pretty cool. There’s certainly potential here.

So I was looking at the potential of awakening, and I had a gruesome thought. Hypothetically, could someone chop off parts of their body (say, hands or arms), sow them back on, and with a sufficiently complex command, awaken their body part as a versatile prothetic? the end result of this would be an effect similar to a kandra—being able to move and manipulate parts of your body in very grotesque and seemingly impossible ways. Pulling back fingers to reveal blades, using your thigh as a skin pocket, etc. potentially, though I’m not quite sure of the nature of lifeless, you would create a lifeless hand similar to Thing in the Addams Family. (For those curious, this is a hypothetical based on a character that I’m making in the Alleyverse RP. I have…a lot of such theories, honestly.)

Following Pygma, Perses was led to a singular cloaked figure. With a swift movement, the mannequin tore off its sheet, exposing the garment underneath. Taking a glance at Pygma, it was clear that she was quite happy with her work. The garment itself was a sight to behold. It was a mistcoat, but like nothing Perses had ever seen. At the ends of the tassels, there were carefully placed, jagged blades. The coat itself felt…rough. “Leather?” Perses asked. “Dyed black. Even if you wouldn’t care, I think it helps the look.” Aside from the mostly standard cloak, stitched onto it was a careful arrangement of bone. Stretching from the chest to the arms, the bones formed a grotesque chestplate. It was a truly disturbing piece, like it came straight from damnation. Upon further inspection, it also came with a hood, with a seemingly decorative arrangement of bone attached to it. ”You said you wanted something distinctive, sooooo….” Pygma grinned. “But of course, I forget. You want functionality.” She motioned to two boxes, both with identical lumps of yarn in them. However, one was emanating a noticeable aura to Perses’ bronzesense. ”Dump your breaths in the right one, and take the breaths from the left one, and then put on the cloak.” Noticing his skepticism, Pygma sighed. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your breaths back when you’re done.” Reluctantly, Perses did as she asked. Without his Heightenings, he felt oddly blind. Funny, he thought. I held even less than this most of my life. However, his contemplation was interrupted by Pygma’s disturbingly cheery voice. “Great. Now repeat after me:” ”Act as my bodyguard and fight alongside me” As soon as the words were spoken, the cloak came alive. It felt oddly…human. Well, aside from the bone and leather, it felt like it had a mind of its own. Like it was intelligent. The tassles moved with a fluid efficiency, like there was wind swirling around him. Suddenly, the mannequin that used to hold the coat lunged at Perses. Reflexively, he jumped back. Yet as he went backward, the tassels jumped forward. In a quick flurry of slices, the mannequin was a pile on the floor. Venser, The Corridor, The Silver Dagger. Venser stared at the creature, stupefied. What had his life come to? However, above all else, he was a businessman. He looked at the blueprints, ignoring the outstretched paw. The designs were…magnificent. It was like nothing he had ever seen. despite his wonder, he was a merchant. A Thaylen. He hid his astonishment carefully with a puzzled expression. “What do you need? While I appreciate the offer, anything I can sell you will have to cost some amount of money. But these schematics could certainly cheapen the price.” @Stormlightsong

Here’s the neat thing: ya don’t. Sometimes, it’s clear as crystal. When I was first vibing as agender, I felt like I was okay with wanting to relate to feminine things, but right now I only wanted to move away from masculine things. Then one day, I saw this image of a fantasy character in a card game, and I went: “her. I want to be her.” It was that snap moment. But at the same time, it took me quite a while to realize I wasn’t cis. I ended up having to ease into the label of agender, tried it out, and only then deciding I liked it (until I discovered I was a trans woman in the above paragraph”. Some things are worth easing into and trying out, and some things you just realize in a split second.

Gotcha. No worries!

No problem! I’m always a fan of a simple post saying “I’ll be out for the next bit”, but that’s just a thing for the future. In the end, this is a small forum RP with strangers, so it is completely understandable to prioritize nearly everything above this (as you probably should). Well, let me know if/when you want to hop in for some more RPing, and I will be more than happy to help you out. There is of course no obligation to RP though. I just wanted to check in, as you had been inactive for a bit and I was slightly wondering if it was due to wanting to RP, but having a hard time finding your way into the new episode.

Perses, New Hallandren, Pygma’s Workshop “Welcome to my humble abode! I hope you don’t mind the mess,” Pygma said, winking at Perses. She was an interesting person, that was for sure. The room was filled with lifelike figures of people, made from a variety of different organic materials. Tapping his bronzesense, Perses felt a faint aura emanating from each of them. On these strange mannequins, various garments and objects were draped over them. A variety of clothing of all shapes and sizes, as well as more discrete items, such as bracelets, rings, and necklaces. As one of the most renowned awakeners in the city, Pygma didn’t disappoint. People came from all over the city to acquire awakened garments from her, though even the smallest ring came with a hefty price. Luckily enough, Perses had plenty to spare. ”have you made what I requested?” Perses asked, having little time for anything other than business. “That depends, darling,” Pygma replied playfully, “do you have the money that you said you would have?” Letting out a deep sigh, Perses pulled out a small pouch. Pygma creeped him out. Not because of her work, or even her odd scarred appearance. No, he knew that if he tried anything funny, Pygma had the ability to swiftly cut out his spine and use his bones as her next piece. She had much more than just a reputation for fashion. From within the pouch, Perses pulled out three of the quickly dwindling atium beads. It was truly surprising to him how fast he could spend his riches. He held out the beads to the woman. ”Ah, I see you’re a man of your word! These will do nicely,” she said, snatching the beads from Perses’ hand. “Well then. Right this way.”

@Scars of Hathsin and @RoyalBeeMage, either of you interested in RPing? I have a character that I think would interact well with yours, assuming that you are just waiting for an avenue to join in on the fun.

Phemus scoffed. “Why would I know that? They travel everywhere.” He took another sip, now unwisely trying to smoke and drink his coffee at the same time. “What I can tell you is that they were responsible for burning down Bendalloy Bar in the eastern Mistwarrens yesterday. Now, they seem to be able to move around the place quite quickly, so that doesn’t mean that they’re even remotely close to the place. But, it’s a start.” ”But when it comes down to it, I’m sure you’ll be able to find them. Wherever they go, some sort of scene follows. They attract chaos like a magnet. It’s kind of their thing. The hard part is catching them, not finding ‘em.” Phemus got up and showed the radiant to the door. “Well, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he said, grinning once again. “How hard can catching one guy be, for someone as capable as you?” @Stormlightsong

“Well, I figured. On both accounts. I’ll just say you have credentials and we’ll leave it at that.” This guy’s either a sucker or gonna put me out of my job, and so long as I keep the pay, I’ll take either one. ”First order of business as an unpaid contractor. There’s this nuisance of a person that nobody in our department can seem to catch.” Phemus fumbled for a cigar to light. “Their name’s Asylum Smedry. They’re a real piece of work, with the ability to turn superstitions into reality. Breaking mirrors, four leaf clovers, you know the gist.” At least, Phemus hoped he did. “If you can track this guy down and bring them to justice, you’ll be well on your way to proving you’re a capable member of the constabulary. For them,” he waves to the office windows, which still had the blinds up, “and to me. I can get you a small team of contables, if you’d like. Though I know you radiant types don’t take too kindly to those without your type of mobility.” If he failed, that’s one less fool to deal with. If he somehow succeeded, then that’s still one less fool to deal with. A win either way. Phemus grinned. “So whaddaya say?”

Phemus sighed. Radiants. They were always so self-important and egotistical. "Well, I can't stop ya. public billboards are public, after all. However," Phemus said, "I didn't call you in here fer nothin." He hoisted himself up and carefully closed the door. "Do you have any police experience in this here city? Or heck, even before coming here."

Perses, The Corridor, The next day Perses walked the streets of the bustling district. The variety of people here was always off-putting to him. It reminded him of his old crew, back in the cognitive realm. The words used around here were the same. Working for a common goal, but for different reasons. In the end, the collaboration all of the sellers and residents here had was a sham, and when worst came to worst, they would betray each other to save their own hides. These negative musings swirled in Perses' head as he left the district. He needed something that he had requested be made a long time ago. And for that, he needed to go to New Hallandren. ----------------------------------------------- Phemus, Smokestack, the constabulary Phemus sat in his office, drinking his morning cup o joe. It was a calm morning, with people being nice and sensible for once. He had managed to go a whole ninety minutes without someone needing his help with something, letting him relax. It was nice to do nothing, every once in a while. He wished he could do it more. However, today wasn't a do nothing day. He had an appointment to make. "Hey Jenny, can you get in touch with that radiant fella that pestered me yesterday? I need to have a chat with him." His assistant stopped in front of him with a confused expression. "Did he leave any way to contact him? A card...or an address?" Phemus waved dismissively at the woman. "Bah, he's a radiant. You'll know him when you see him. Just send out one of our delivery boys to hunt for him. They're smart folk. I'm sure they can handle it." With a sigh, Jenny did as she was told. Until then, I guess I'll read the news. The news was the same as it had been for the past few weeks. Some guy causes some scene, and somebody complains, blaming the police. Heck, it's almost as if people thought the department had actually committed the crime! However, one of the stories caught his eye. A building in the Mistwarrens, burned. Usually, this sort of thing would have been nothing special. Crime's always happening there, in one way or another. No, the crime itself wasn't the interesting part. "Asylum Smedry," Phemus said aloud. That rascal has been a headache for the Smokestack Constabulary to deal with since forever, and the complaints about him had felt unending. Suddenly, an unusual stroke of genius struck him. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone.... @TheFrugalWizard @Stormlightsong