Era 8 Episode 1: Troubles in New Hallandren

[TwinStorm He/Him]

5 minutes ago, Koloss17 said:

Perses sighed. “Evidently, not everyone. Now, determination sure helps, but still. My job’s far from over.”

The stranger had a point though. What was his goal? Ultimately, he wanted to be respected. He had that now, for the most part. What’s next?

Perses began walking to the police station, turning his head to respond. “I want to keep this place in check. This is the worst district of the city. Do you think I want it to stay that way?”

This, he knew, was a lie. Yes, he was disgusted by the state of this place. But to him, this was how it was. It was a kill or be killed world, where might was all that mattered. Now that he was on top, all he had to do was stay there. And to do that, he had to keep things in check.

 

Leon, the Mistwarrens, the street

"Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Then you'll be coming for the underworld? Me, all I want is to stay alive, and ahead." And kill some Radiants along the way, he reflected.

[Koloss17 She/They]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Leon, the Mistwarrens, the street

"Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Then you'll be coming for the underworld? Me, all I want is to stay alive, and ahead." And kill some Radiants along the way, he reflected.

If Perses still had eyes, he would have rolled them. “Among other things. Now, if you want so badly to stay alive, I advise you don’t make a habit of getting in the way of where I want to go.”

With that, Perses opened the door to the small police precinct on Kredik street.

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I apologize for being terse and avoiding much in the way of interaction. Nothin against you, just what Perses would do . There’s a balance between wanting to interact and doing what the character would do, and at least this time, I’m sticking to the character’s actions.

Also I’m heading to bed. So feel free to do whatever with your character, whether he’ll let Perses go or not, but expect that it’ll be a bit before I respond.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Koloss17 said:

If Perses still had eyes, he would have rolled them. “Among other things. Now, if you want so badly to stay alive, I advise you don’t make a habit of getting in the way of where I want to go.”

With that, Perses opened the door to the small police precinct on Kredik street.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

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yeah no problem. I get it. I see that Perses doesn't seem to care, and know it s not you. 

Leon grinned, dodging behind the Inquisitor. "I think you'll find me a harder piece of meet to swallow then you anticipate."

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

11 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

He frowned. “Perhaps… though I can and will wake you if he comes.”

@TwinStorm

 

Kaiden concentrated on his armor, eventualy getting it to serve Asheol until he said otherwise. After warning him to be careful in the armor, Kai stepped into the cell and plopped down on the bunk of the cell. 

It stank. The whole building reminded him of one of the ransacked towns in Emul. Ramshackle and sloppy. Dingy, dim, and cold. He signed and flopped backward. 

Sleep. What a wonderfully annoying thing. He couldn't sleep. Oh he was exausted; he had been wondering in a arcane realm of horrors for he didn't know how long. But as tired as his body and soul were, his mind would not stop. It ran. It ran like the High storm itself. Onwards, ever onwards, chaotic and messy, leaving fresh life and confusion in its wake. He mind did that sometimes. 

He sighed and sat up again. 

"Can't sleep?"Skye sat crosslegged on the ceiling above him, rocking back and forth a bit. 

" Bored?" 

"Bored as dead Chull." 

Kai grinned. "You know we were attaxked repetedly, right?"

Skye flopped back on the ceiling, her short hair fanning out. "Yup. Still bored." 

Kai rummaged through the pockets of his long over coat, until his found his comb, still whole, and started taking out his braid to fix it. "Are you interested in scouting then?"

"Storms yes!" Skye flipped over onto her stomach and looked down, or up, to her, at Kai. "What do you want to know?"

"Find out if there are other Radians around here if you can, in this place. And if that person, the Shardthief Asheol called him? If he's still following us."

"Sure! Find radiants, check on Chickenface. I can do that."

 

Skye jumped to the floor and walked out of the cell and headed for the entrance room thing they had come in by. Opening the door was a man with a freaky coat covered in bones, with metal spikes instead of eyes, and Chickenface behind him.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly."

@Koloss17 @TwinStorm

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

8 hours ago, Koloss17 said:

If Perses still had eyes, he would have rolled them. “Among other things. Now, if you want so badly to stay alive, I advise you don’t make a habit of getting in the way of where I want to go.”

With that, Perses opened the door to the small police precinct on Kredik street.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

 

8 hours ago, KnightSkye said:

Kaiden concentrated on his armor, eventualy getting it to serve Asheol until he said otherwise. After warning him to be careful in the armor, Kai stepped into the cell and plopped down on the bunk of the cell. 

It stank. The whole building reminded him of one of the ransacked towns in Emul. Ramshackle and sloppy. Dingy, dim, and cold. He signed and flopped backward. 

Sleep. What a wonderfully annoying thing. He couldn't sleep. Oh he was exausted; he had been wondering in a arcane realm of horrors for he didn't know how long. But as tired as his body and soul were, his mind would not stop. It ran. It ran like the High storm itself. Onwards, ever onwards, chaotic and messy, leaving fresh life and confusion in its wake. He mind did that sometimes. 

He sighed and sat up again. 

"Can't sleep?"Skye sat crosslegged on the ceiling above him, rocking back and forth a bit. 

" Bored?" 

"Bored as dead Chull." 

Kai grinned. "You know we were attaxked repetedly, right?"

Skye flopped back on the ceiling, her short hair fanning out. "Yup. Still bored." 

Kai rummaged through the pockets of his long over coat, until his found his comb, still whole, and started taking out his braid to fix it. "Are you interested in scouting then?"

"Storms yes!" Skye flipped over onto her stomach and looked down, or up, to her, at Kai. "What do you want to know?"

"Find out if there are other Radians around here if you can, in this place. And if that person, the Shardthief Asheol called him? If he's still following us."

"Sure! Find radiants, check on Chickenface. I can do that."

 

Skye jumped to the floor and walked out of the cell and headed for the entrance room thing they had come in by. Opening the door was a man with a freaky coat covered in bones, with metal spikes instead of eyes, and Chickenface behind him.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly."

@Koloss17 @TwinStorm

 

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police offices

Teon accepted the armor, staying on watch of the cell. “Sorry, Kai. Best I could do.”

And then the door opened, and a man like Ironeyes himself - one whose mythology crossed planets - stepped through. Perses, who was decidedly worse than Ironeyes.

And the Shardthief was behind him.

”Well, crap. That’s… that’s not good. This plate can only do so much, I am afraid.”

He quickly drew Aon Ashe, a light filling the room, hopefully stunning them.

And then his most recent Aon. A special one, one that he saved for emergency.

A pillar of flame raged towards Perses, tearing towards him. Meanwhiles, Teon dashed out of the way, hoping that the flame and light could cover his exit as he opened the cell and ushered Kai out.

9 hours ago, Steel Speedster said:

Palava, New Hallandren, Tulen’s Residence

”Tulen Hental, I presume?” Palava said, stepping into the room and surveying the pale man. “Yes, I’m Agent Maves. I was assigned to assist you.”

The drab scientist wasn’t much to look at, but she had been warned that he could be intense.

”Shall we commence, then?” Palava asked. “I will stay out of your way until you require my assistance.”

Tulen Hental, New Hallandren
Tulen nodded.”We have been instructed to aid the Idrian operation.”

He stood, meeting her eyes. “I can trust you to assist me?”

He knew he could trust UFO, but many people believed him to be intense.

[Steel Speedster ♂]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

 

Tulen Hental, New Hallandren
Tulen nodded.”We have been instructed to aid the Idrian operation.”

He stood, meeting her eyes. “I can trust you to assist me?”

He knew he could trust UFO, but many people believed him to be intense.

Palava, New Hallandren, Tulen's Residence

Palava stared back at Tulen, affronted. "Do you think the directors would assign me to this task if I were unsuited to it?" she demanded. "My mission here is to ensure that your mission is completed with minimal setbacks, and you can trust me to do so."

"Now," she continued. "You know the location of our assignment? Are you ready to begin?"

[Koloss17 She/They]

17 hours ago, KnightSkye said:

 

 

Skye jumped to the floor and walked out of the cell and headed for the entrance room thing they had come in by. Opening the door was a man with a freaky coat covered in bones, with metal spikes instead of eyes, and Chickenface behind him.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly."

@Koloss17 @TwinStorm

 

As he opened the door, someone stood in front of Perses. They didn't have any scent to them, and didn't breathe. No heartbeat either. So, a spren.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly," the spren uttered. Perses, quite frankly, couldn't care less. He had never seen himself, and likely never will. What did annoy him was the lack of respect. However, they were a spren, so he didn't bother. From his limited experience, spren weren't clued in to much of human culture, and were rarely particularly dangerous unless when not in the cognitive realm.

9 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

 

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police offices

Teon accepted the armor, staying on watch of the cell. “Sorry, Kai. Best I could do.”

And then the door opened, and a man like Ironeyes himself - one whose mythology crossed planets - stepped through. Perses, who was decidedly worse than Ironeyes.

And the Shardthief was behind him.

”Well, crap. That’s… that’s not good. This plate can only do so much, I am afraid.”

He quickly drew Aon Ashe, a light filling the room, hopefully stunning them.

And then his most recent Aon. A special one, one that he saved for emergency.

A pillar of flame raged towards Perses, tearing towards him. Meanwhiles, Teon dashed out of the way, hoping that the flame and light could cover his exit as he opened the cell and ushered Kai out.

Tulen Hental, New Hallandren
Tulen nodded.”We have been instructed to aid the Idrian operation.”

He stood, meeting her eyes. “I can trust you to assist me?”

He knew he could trust UFO, but many people believed him to be intense.

More pressingly, the elantrian was drawing aeons at him. Perses pushed himself off of a bit of metal off to his left, likely a metal puctureframe, sending him flying to the other wall. Most aons were purely visual, with no other sense picking up on them. While Perses could sense that an aon was being drawn, he had no idea what it was. Hopefully whatever was drawn was something that needed to be aimed.

Suddenly, he heard a roar of flame, with heat lapping at his side. Tapping an incredible amount of steelsight, he gained a decent picture of the surroundings of the room. He burns either steel or iron whenever he can, as while they are useful as an allomantic ability, storing the steelsight was infinitely more valuable. At this point his steelsight stores were vast. However, with the amount he was using, he could only keep up this amount of steelsight use for a few minutes before his stores ran out.

From this image, he could see what was going on. The elantrian had cast some sort of flame aeon, which was unfortunately invisible to his steelsight. However, tapping heatsense, he could feel its presence. Luckily his steelpush had gotten him out of harm's way, but he couldn't let them get another attempt. He could see their hands now, but he wouldn't know if an aon was done drawing.

"Can you not?" Perses yelled at the elantrian. "I'm not here to fight!" He would if he had to, and he wasn't particularly worried, but an elantrian was someone that he would avoid fighting if he could help it. Still, Perses tapped a large amount of bronzesense, being sure to know when an aeon was being drawn. He couldn't know the details, but given the previous aon, he assumed that they weren't going to be friendly ones.

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Perses isn't particularly experienced with aons, as elantrians are few and far between. Had he more experience, he could figure out which aons were being drawn. He is a quick learner, and he can recognize if the bronze signature of an aon matches an aon that was recently drawn, but even distinguishing aons from each other requires a lot of bronzesense to be used, even for a savant like him.

@TwinStorm

Edited January 21, 2025 by Koloss17

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

32 minutes ago, Koloss17 said:

As he opened the door, someone stood in front of Perses. They didn't have any scent to them, and didn't breathe. No heartbeat either. So, a spren.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly," the spren uttered. Perses, quite frankly, couldn't care less. He had never seen himself, and likely never will. What did annoy him was the lack of respect. However, they were a spren, so he didn't bother. From his limited experience, spren weren't clued in to much of human culture, and were rarely particularly dangerous unless when not in the cognitive realm.

More pressingly, the elantrian was drawing aeons at him. Perses pushed himself off of a bit of metal off to his left, likely a metal puctureframe, sending him flying to the other wall. Most aons were purely visual, with no other sense picking up on them. While Perses could sense that an aon was being drawn, he had no idea what it was. Hopefully whatever was drawn was something that needed to be aimed.

Suddenly, he heard a roar of flame, with heat lapping at his side. Tapping an incredible amount of steelsight, he gained a decent picture of the surroundings of the room. He burns either steel or iron whenever he can, as while they are useful as an allomantic ability, storing the steelsight was infinitely more valuable. At this point his steelsight stores were vast. However, with the amount he was using, he could only keep up this amount of steelsight use for a few minutes before his stores ran out.

From this image, he could see what was going on. The elantrian had cast some sort of flame aeon, which was unfortunately invisible to his steelsight. However, tapping heatsense, he could feel its presence. Luckily his steelpush had gotten him out of harm's way, but he couldn't let them get another attempt. He could see their hands now, but he wouldn't know if an aon was done drawing.

"Can you not?" Perses yelled at the elantrian. "I'm not here to fight!" He would if he had to, and he wasn't particularly worried, but an elantrian was someone that he would avoid fighting if he could help it. Still, Perses tapped a large amount of bronzesense, being sure to know when an aeon was being drawn. He couldn't know the details, but given the previous aon, he assumed that they weren't going to be friendly ones.

@TwinStorm

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police office

Teon had silenced the room, but he could see Perses lips moving.

So he wasn’t here to attack. Perhaps.

There was the matter of the Shardthief, though. He had attacked already.

Teon dispersed the silencing Aon, staring through the bright light at Perses and the Shardthief.

Glaring - more at the Shardthief than at Perses, “State your business!”

He held his gauntlets stump up threateningly, though he discretely placed his functioning hand behind it, ready to draw a Kii at a moment’s notice.

@Steel Speedster

Tulen Hental, New Hallandren

Tulen seethed at the woman’s anger, but there was no explanation to it. She was right, but… it was more the whole statement of her presence. As if they didn’t trust him to oversee people move a few weapons around.

He calmed - with some effort - and addressed the woman. “We need to go to this address.” He pointed at the chat, then wrote it on a sticky note, which he placed on a suitcase with various supplies - weapons, even a bit of rations. But most importantly, the prototype. He had hoped to perfect the design, and so he had been recently been researching improvements.

He had learned that historic peoples weren’t nearly as good at killing people, but were exception at maiming them.

He walked to the door, not addressing Palava further. 

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

10 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police offices

Teon accepted the armor, staying on watch of the cell. “Sorry, Kai. Best I could do.”

And then the door opened, and a man like Ironeyes himself - one whose mythology crossed planets - stepped through. Perses, who was decidedly worse than Ironeyes.

And the Shardthief was behind him.

”Well, crap. That’s… that’s not good. This plate can only do so much, I am afraid.”

He quickly drew Aon Ashe, a light filling the room, hopefully stunning them.

And then his most recent Aon. A special one, one that he saved for emergency.

A pillar of flame raged towards Perses, tearing towards him. Meanwhiles, Teon dashed out of the way, hoping that the flame and light could cover his exit as he opened the cell and ushered Kai out.

Kai sucked in a burst of stormlight as we left the cell, lashing himself partially up, hovering just above the floor, his red/black hair a mess hanging behind him. Skye had always told him he should cut it.

His armor sent an impression to him, asking if he wanted them. He told then to stay, and protect Asheol. 

Kai scanned the room past the end of the short hallway of cells. Two attackers at the door, one the man from earlier, the some creature that only looked partially human. More like a spren of death, bones attached to his coat, and metal spikes where his eyes should have been. What in damnation?

 “State your business!” Asheol snapped, hands up wardingly and glaring at the attackers.

Skye stood in between them, glaring at Chickenfa– no, the Shardthief, who was behind the other... Thing.

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Sorry, I just can't think of a way for a rosharin to describe or think about an inquisitor other than some sort of spren.

 

[Steel Speedster ♂]

27 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Tulen Hental, New Hallandren

Tulen seethed at the woman’s anger, but there was no explanation to it. She was right, but… it was more the whole statement of her presence. As if they didn’t trust him to oversee people move a few weapons around.

He calmed - with some effort - and addressed the woman. “We need to go to this address.” He pointed at the chat, then wrote it on a sticky note, which he placed on a suitcase with various supplies - weapons, even a bit of rations. But most importantly, the prototype. He had hoped to perfect the design, and so he had been recently been researching improvements.

He had learned that historic peoples weren’t nearly as good at killing people, but were exception at maiming them.

He walked to the door, not addressing Palava further.

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You can assume Palava will follow him. She wouldn’t say anything at the moment, and I didn’t see a reason to just write that she follows. I’ll go again when they get to their destination or if Tulen speaks.

Fenna, Mistwarrens

Fenna Koss stalked quietly through the Mistwarrens, impervious to the chill night air. She had no particular purpose being out, but lately, the darkness had felt more comfortable than the light of day. As always, pewter burned within her, making her strong—keeping her alive.

Suddenly, the night stillness was shattered by shouts and a sudden blast. Cautiously, Fenna hurried forward and peeked around a corner to see what was happening.

She was near the old police precinct, and there seemed to be a fight going on inside.

Two figures glowed brightly, one of them encased in a bulky set of Shardplate. Radiants? In the Mistwarrens? That was certainly unusual. The other figures were indistinct. Fenna couldn’t make them out—

Light from the Radiant floating in the middle of the room flashed across the face of one of the combatants, revealing glinting spike heads and a bone-plated cloak. It was him. Perses.

Fenna had seen him once before, on the night of the Blood Moon. His appearance and terrified her then, but now she watched more in fascination then fear. He was what she needed to become—someone willing to take power, to do whatever it took to survive.

Fenna stayed back. There was no reason to get involved in this, but she couldn’t help watching.

@SpiritOfWrath @KnightSkye @TwinStorm @Koloss17

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Fenna’s just gonna watch from the sidelines. I won’t interrupt what’s going on unless you want me to. I just needed somewhere to start for her.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

19 hours ago, KnightSkye said:

Kaiden concentrated on his armor, eventualy getting it to serve Asheol until he said otherwise. After warning him to be careful in the armor, Kai stepped into the cell and plopped down on the bunk of the cell. 

It stank. The whole building reminded him of one of the ransacked towns in Emul. Ramshackle and sloppy. Dingy, dim, and cold. He signed and flopped backward. 

Sleep. What a wonderfully annoying thing. He couldn't sleep. Oh he was exausted; he had been wondering in a arcane realm of horrors for he didn't know how long. But as tired as his body and soul were, his mind would not stop. It ran. It ran like the High storm itself. Onwards, ever onwards, chaotic and messy, leaving fresh life and confusion in its wake. He mind did that sometimes. 

He sighed and sat up again. 

"Can't sleep?"Skye sat crosslegged on the ceiling above him, rocking back and forth a bit. 

" Bored?" 

"Bored as dead Chull." 

Kai grinned. "You know we were attaxked repetedly, right?"

Skye flopped back on the ceiling, her short hair fanning out. "Yup. Still bored." 

Kai rummaged through the pockets of his long over coat, until his found his comb, still whole, and started taking out his braid to fix it. "Are you interested in scouting then?"

"Storms yes!" Skye flipped over onto her stomach and looked down, or up, to her, at Kai. "What do you want to know?"

"Find out if there are other Radians around here if you can, in this place. And if that person, the Shardthief Asheol called him? If he's still following us."

"Sure! Find radiants, check on Chickenface. I can do that."

 

Skye jumped to the floor and walked out of the cell and headed for the entrance room thing they had come in by. Opening the door was a man with a freaky coat covered in bones, with metal spikes instead of eyes, and Chickenface behind him.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly."

@Koloss17 @TwinStorm

 

11 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

 

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police offices

Teon accepted the armor, staying on watch of the cell. “Sorry, Kai. Best I could do.”

And then the door opened, and a man like Ironeyes himself - one whose mythology crossed planets - stepped through. Perses, who was decidedly worse than Ironeyes.

And the Shardthief was behind him.

”Well, crap. That’s… that’s not good. This plate can only do so much, I am afraid.”

He quickly drew Aon Ashe, a light filling the room, hopefully stunning them.

And then his most recent Aon. A special one, one that he saved for emergency.

A pillar of flame raged towards Perses, tearing towards him. Meanwhiles, Teon dashed out of the way, hoping that the flame and light could cover his exit as he opened the cell and ushered Kai out.

Tulen Hental, New Hallandren
Tulen nodded.”We have been instructed to aid the Idrian operation.”

He stood, meeting her eyes. “I can trust you to assist me?”

He knew he could trust UFO, but many people believed him to be intense.

Leon, the Mistwarrens, the Police Precinct

Leon sighed. An Elantrian. He had dealt with them once and twice, and they were a hell of a hard person to fight. He ducked out of the cell, taking cover behind the door. Better safe than sorry.

2 hours ago, Koloss17 said:

As he opened the door, someone stood in front of Perses. They didn't have any scent to them, and didn't breathe. No heartbeat either. So, a spren.

"Stormwinds." Skye said, letting them see her, "You're ugly," the spren uttered. Perses, quite frankly, couldn't care less. He had never seen himself, and likely never will. What did annoy him was the lack of respect. However, they were a spren, so he didn't bother. From his limited experience, spren weren't clued in to much of human culture, and were rarely particularly dangerous unless when not in the cognitive realm.

More pressingly, the elantrian was drawing aeons at him. Perses pushed himself off of a bit of metal off to his left, likely a metal puctureframe, sending him flying to the other wall. Most aons were purely visual, with no other sense picking up on them. While Perses could sense that an aon was being drawn, he had no idea what it was. Hopefully whatever was drawn was something that needed to be aimed.

Suddenly, he heard a roar of flame, with heat lapping at his side. Tapping an incredible amount of steelsight, he gained a decent picture of the surroundings of the room. He burns either steel or iron whenever he can, as while they are useful as an allomantic ability, storing the steelsight was infinitely more valuable. At this point his steelsight stores were vast. However, with the amount he was using, he could only keep up this amount of steelsight use for a few minutes before his stores ran out.

From this image, he could see what was going on. The elantrian had cast some sort of flame aeon, which was unfortunately invisible to his steelsight. However, tapping heatsense, he could feel its presence. Luckily his steelpush had gotten him out of harm's way, but he couldn't let them get another attempt. He could see their hands now, but he wouldn't know if an aon was done drawing.

"Can you not?" Perses yelled at the elantrian. "I'm not here to fight!" He would if he had to, and he wasn't particularly worried, but an elantrian was someone that he would avoid fighting if he could help it. Still, Perses tapped a large amount of bronzesense, being sure to know when an aeon was being drawn. He couldn't know the details, but given the previous aon, he assumed that they weren't going to be friendly ones.

@TwinStorm

Leon looked from outside the doorway, gun in hand, tapping determination. "On your call, Perses." he muttered softly. "I'll be right behind you."

[Koloss17 She/They]

3 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police office

Teon had silenced the room, but he could see Perses lips moving.

So he wasn’t here to attack. Perhaps.

There was the matter of the Shardthief, though. He had attacked already.

Teon dispersed the silencing Aon, staring through the bright light at Perses and the Shardthief.

Glaring - more at the Shardthief than at Perses, “State your business!”

He held his gauntlets stump up threateningly, though he discretely placed his functioning hand behind it, ready to draw a Kii at a moment’s notice.

@Steel Speedster

 

Perses sighed. His heartbeat thrummed in his chest, and his body itched for a fight. It took everything in his power to back from listening to it.

”I’m here to check in on this establishment. To make sure everything is as it should be.”

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

Leon looked from outside the doorway, gun in hand, tapping determination. "On your call, Perses." he muttered softly. "I'll be right behind you."

 “And this man has nothing to do with me.” He noticed the radiant’s heart rate spiked when entering the room. Was that because of him, or because of the other guy? Something for him to pay attention to.

Perses tapped lifesense, pushing it to detect everyone in the building. “How many officers would you say serve in this precinct? Obviously not all of them are in the building, but if you were to call an all hands on deck?”

While this was usually where he paced menacingly, something told him that getting these people to respect him rather than just fear him would be wise.

@Steel Speedster @KnightSkye

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Koloss17 said:

Perses sighed. His heartbeat thrummed in his chest, and his body itched for a fight. It took everything in his power to back from listening to it.

”I’m here to check in on this establishment. To make sure everything is as it should be.”

 “And this man has nothing to do with me.” He noticed the radiant’s heart rate spiked when entering the room. Was that because of him, or because of the other guy? Something for him to pay attention to.

Perses tapped lifesense, pushing it to detect everyone in the building. “How many officers would you say serve in this precinct? Obviously not all of them are in the building, but if you were to call an all hands on deck?”

While this was usually where he paced menacingly, something told him that getting these people to respect him rather than just fear him would be wise.

@Steel Speedster @KnightSkye

Leon, Mistwarrens, police precinct

Leon sighed. "Naturally." he said, stepping past Perses, and blasting Kai through the heart with his gun.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

16 minutes ago, Koloss17 said:

Perses sighed. His heartbeat thrummed in his chest, and his body itched for a fight. It took everything in his power to back from listening to it.

”I’m here to check in on this establishment. To make sure everything is as it should be.”

 “And this man has nothing to do with me.” He noticed the radiant’s heart rate spiked when entering the room. Was that because of him, or because of the other guy? Something for him to pay attention to.

Perses tapped lifesense, pushing it to detect everyone in the building. “How many officers would you say serve in this precinct? Obviously not all of them are in the building, but if you were to call an all hands on deck?”

While this was usually where he paced menacingly, something told him that getting these people to respect him rather than just fear him would be wise.

@Steel Speedster @KnightSkye

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police office

Teon narrowed his eyes. “Most of them are out right now. The amount of officers with integrity - six or seven. As for the amount in the various pubs, accepting pay from whichever slime decides they want to pull off a crime, I can’t say. But I can say that after your exploits, there are a heck of a lot less than-“

@TwinStorm

@KnightSkye
The Shardthief pulled out his pistol, and Teon cursed, using his ready hand to quickly draw an Aon, summoning a burst of fire to knock the bullet out of place. Hopefully.

”This is why I attacked, Perses.”

Edited January 22, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

35 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Leon, Mistwarrens, police precinct

Leon sighed. "Naturally." he said, stepping past Perses, and blasting Kai through the heart with his gun.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

"kalak's Storming ass, Chickenface!" Skye yelled at the Shardthief, "That's really storming rude!"

"Storms!" Kai's armor flew to him, half a second too late as the projectile from the weapon blasted through Kia's body. "Storming damnation that hurts!"

Skye appeared in Kia's hand as a short, wide bladed sword as he lashed himself at the Shardthief many times over.

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EDIT: I MEANT TO TYPE KALAK AND AUTO CORRECT INTERFERED I'M SORRY.

I fixed it now.

 

Edited January 22, 2025 by KnightSkye

[Koloss17 She/They]

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@TwinStorm it is worth noting that you should be careful with godmodding. Instead of “shot through Kai’s chest” saying “shot directly at Kai’s chest” or something like that, as that provides agency for Kaiden to dodge, have plate form, or even partially dodge the bullet.

obviously given that @KnightSkye’s character is a radiant, being shot matters a lot less, but it is something to be wary of. You don’t want to take away other characters’ agency.

Additionally, if the bullets weren’t aluminum, there could have been a chance that Perses would have redirected the bullets.

Also also, before I make my post, what metals does Leon have on him? 
as for the metals on Perses, the only ones he has are the metals inside of his aluminum vials and the tungsten bullets in his aluminum magazines. He got blinged out with aluminum gear last era .

 

[Steel Speedster ♂]

Thav, The Corridor

Thavel Talin strolled down the streets of the Corridor, on his way to the Silver Dagger, a store for Metalborn supplies. With Jerrin growing more and more obsessive in his search for leads, Thav had taken it upon himself to ensure that they remained supplied with gear. Well, that at any rate was one reason.

To give himself something to think about, Thav had decided to try out various shops and test the quality of each. The Silver Dagger was a bit out of the way, but it had a good reputation.

Thav burned bronze before stepping into the store--a habit he had learned after countless missions with the team. There were a few random pulses--mostly zinc and brass--but nothing close by. That safety check out of the way, Thav passed through the door and walked to the front counter.

@Koloss17

[Koloss17 She/They]

On 1/21/2025 at 9:00 PM, TwinStorm said:

Leon, Mistwarrens, police precinct

Leon sighed. "Naturally." he said, stepping past Perses, and blasting Kai through the heart with his gun.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

Well, he tried. Perses pulled on the bullets in the coinshot’s pistol and simultaneously pushed on the vials in his pocket. A trick he had learned with other coinshots or lurchers was to overwhelm them. Let’s see if it would work.

In a swift motion, Perses moved towards the man, letting his awakened mistcoat barrage him with its tassels, each with a sharpened bone blade at their tips. Normally, he kept his distance, using his firearm to deal most of the damage. Yet if he could help it, he wouldn’t tear up the precinct without showing that was his intention.

He couldn’t push on the man’s metalminds, but he could tell what he was burning and tapping, and when he was flaring. It should give Perses the upper hand, but he made sure to never underestimate another Twinborn. All senses on high alert, Perses braced for a fight.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

7 hours ago, Steel Speedster said:

Thav, The Corridor

Thavel Talin strolled down the streets of the Corridor, on his way to the Silver Dagger, a store for Metalborn supplies. With Jerrin growing more and more obsessive in his search for leads, Thav had taken it upon himself to ensure that they remained supplied with gear. Well, that at any rate was one reason.

To give himself something to think about, Thav had decided to try out various shops and test the quality of each. The Silver Dagger was a bit out of the way, but it had a good reputation.

Thav burned bronze before stepping into the store--a habit he had learned after countless missions with the team. There were a few random pulses--mostly zinc and brass--but nothing close by. That safety check out of the way, Thav passed through the door and walked to the front counter.

@Koloss17

Venser, The Corridor, The Silver Dagger.

In half a year’s time, The Silver Dagger had flourished. What was once one of the most popular taverns in the city was now a sprawling shop, specially catered to Scadrian metalborn. From bracers to vials, The Silver Dagger was always in stock of anything a metalborn would need. It also sold premium aluminum gear, some aluminum lined hats, and various fashions of mistcoat and mistcloak, along with weapons of all different types and styles. And of course, the cashier’s desk doubled as a bar.

Venser, the head shopkeep of the most popular metalborn shop in the Corridor, was rarely what people expected. A Thaylen Rosharan, with no special capabilities, he took the initial odd glances of newcomers in stride. One didn’t need to be a local to know how to cater to them. 

It was a good life, and an immensely profitable one. While the main shop gave him plenty of wealth, his back rooms arms deals were what really gave him profits. Custom made weaponry, of some of the highest quality in Alleycity.

A bell rang as a new customer arrived.  They seemed wary of the place, and seemed weathered for their age. Clearly they knew what they were doing, but played it off like they didn’t. For someone so keen on the details, Venser saw a lot of similar qualities in this one. While none of this showed to most, Venser had long ago learned that reading people was a key part of the profession.

”Welcome, welcome! What can I do for you today?”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Koloss17 said:

Well, he tried. Perses pulled on the bullets in the coinshot’s pistol and simultaneously pushed on the vials in his pocket. A trick he had learned with other coinshots or lurchers was to overwhelm them. Let’s see if it would work.

In a swift motion, Perses moved towards the man, letting his awakened mistcoat barrage him with its tassels, each with a sharpened bone blade at their tips. Normally, he kept his distance, using his firearm to deal most of the damage. Yet if he could help it, he wouldn’t tear up the precinct without showing that was his intention.

He couldn’t push on the man’s metalminds, but he could tell what he was burning and tapping, and when he was flaring. It should give Perses the upper hand, but he made sure to never underestimate another Twinborn. All senses on high alert, Perses braced for a fight.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

Venser, The Corridor, The Silver Dagger.

In half a year’s time, The Silver Dagger had flourished. What was once one of the most popular taverns in the city was now a sprawling shop, specially catered to Scadrian metalborn. From bracers to vials, The Silver Dagger was always in stock of anything a metalborn would need. It also sold premium aluminum gear, some aluminum lined hats, and various fashions of mistcoat and mistcloak, along with weapons of all different types and styles. And of course, the cashier’s desk doubled as a bar.

Venser, the head shopkeep of the most popular metalborn shop in the Corridor, was rarely what people expected. A Thaylen Rosharan, with no special capabilities, he took the initial odd glances of newcomers in stride. One didn’t need to be a local to know how to cater to them. 

It was a good life, and an immensely profitable one. While the main shop gave him plenty of wealth, his back rooms arms deals were what really gave him profits. Custom made weaponry, of some of the highest quality in Alleycity.

A bell rang as a new customer arrived.  They seemed wary of the place, and seemed weathered for their age. Clearly they knew what they were doing, but played it off like they didn’t. For someone so keen on the details, Venser saw a lot of similar qualities in this one. While none of this showed to most, Venser had long ago learned that reading people was a key part of the profession.

”Welcome, welcome! What can I do for you today?”

Leon, Mistwarrens, police precinct

Leon twisted, letting his gun go flying rather than hanging on. He let the vials shatter, sighing. It was risky, but he had plenty of metal right now, and it would make them underestimate him. He cursed, turning and Pushing on every available piece of metal in the room, sending a hailstorm of metal flying at his three opponents, as he tapped his electrumminds. He sighed. He would need to fill that soon.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Koloss17 said:

Well, he tried. Perses pulled on the bullets in the coinshot’s pistol and simultaneously pushed on the vials in his pocket. A trick he had learned with other coinshots or lurchers was to overwhelm them. Let’s see if it would work.

In a swift motion, Perses moved towards the man, letting his awakened mistcoat barrage him with its tassels, each with a sharpened bone blade at their tips. Normally, he kept his distance, using his firearm to deal most of the damage. Yet if he could help it, he wouldn’t tear up the precinct without showing that was his intention.

He couldn’t push on the man’s metalminds, but he could tell what he was burning and tapping, and when he was flaring. It should give Perses the upper hand, but he made sure to never underestimate another Twinborn. All senses on high alert, Perses braced for a fight.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

Venser, The Corridor, The Silver Dagger.

In half a year’s time, The Silver Dagger had flourished. What was once one of the most popular taverns in the city was now a sprawling shop, specially catered to Scadrian metalborn. From bracers to vials, The Silver Dagger was always in stock of anything a metalborn would need. It also sold premium aluminum gear, some aluminum lined hats, and various fashions of mistcoat and mistcloak, along with weapons of all different types and styles. And of course, the cashier’s desk doubled as a bar.

Venser, the head shopkeep of the most popular metalborn shop in the Corridor, was rarely what people expected. A Thaylen Rosharan, with no special capabilities, he took the initial odd glances of newcomers in stride. One didn’t need to be a local to know how to cater to them. 

It was a good life, and an immensely profitable one. While the main shop gave him plenty of wealth, his back rooms arms deals were what really gave him profits. Custom made weaponry, of some of the highest quality in Alleycity.

A bell rang as a new customer arrived.  They seemed wary of the place, and seemed weathered for their age. Clearly they knew what they were doing, but played it off like they didn’t. For someone so keen on the details, Venser saw a lot of similar qualities in this one. While none of this showed to most, Venser had long ago learned that reading people was a key part of the profession.

”Welcome, welcome! What can I do for you today?”

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police office

Teon tensed. Perhaps the problem would take care of itself, perhaps not.

Either way, he - though careful not to reveal his wound to Perses or any other watching - was not ready for a fight. His flame Aon was not practical at all.

[Steel Speedster ♂]

3 minutes ago, Koloss17 said:

Venser, The Corridor, The Silver Dagger.

In half a year’s time, The Silver Dagger had flourished. What was once one of the most popular taverns in the city was now a sprawling shop, specially catered to Scadrian metalborn. From bracers to vials, The Silver Dagger was always in stock of anything a metalborn would need. It also sold premium aluminum gear, some aluminum lined hats, and various fashions of mistcoat and mistcloak, along with weapons of all different types and styles. And of course, the cashier’s desk doubled as a bar.

Venser, the head shopkeep of the most popular metalborn shop in the Corridor, was rarely what people expected. A Thaylen Rosharan, with no special capabilities, he took the initial odd glances of newcomers in stride. One didn’t need to be a local to know how to cater to them. 

It was a good life, and an immensely profitable one. While the main shop gave him plenty of wealth, his back rooms arms deals were what really gave him profits. Custom made weaponry, of some of the highest quality in Alleycity.

A bell rang as a new customer arrived.  They seemed wary of the place, and seemed weathered for their age. Clearly they knew what they were doing, but played it off like they didn’t. For someone so keen on the details, Venser saw a lot of similar qualities in this one. While none of this showed to most, Venser had long ago learned that reading people was a key part of the profession.

”Welcome, welcome! What can I do for you today?”

Thav, The Corridor, The Silver Dagger

“Metal vials,” Thav said. “Eight electrum, eight bronze and steel.

”Separate,” he added, hurriedly. “All separate.” That was the main reason he had taken responsibility for purchasing metals—he needed to keep himself supplied with steel, and Jerrin didn’t need to know about that.

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

1 hour ago, TwinStorm said:

Leon, Mistwarrens, police precinct

Leon twisted, letting his gun go flying rather than hanging on. He let the vials shatter, sighing. It was risky, but he had plenty of metal right now, and it would make them underestimate him. He cursed, turning and Pushing on every available piece of metal in the room, sending a hailstorm of metal flying at his three opponents, as he tapped his electrumminds. He sighed. He would need to fill that soon.

@KnightSkye @SpiritOfWrath

Kai crashed through the barrage of metal, butting some the the objects with his blade. The ominous spren person did something to yank the Thieve's weapon away, and leapt towards him, his coats tassels moving of their own accord to strike him. What was that!?

He changed Skye into a dagger and held it close as he lashed himself at the Thief with 5 lashings, aiming to kick him in the chest.

@TwinStorm @Koloss17 @SpiritOfWrath

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Ok, assuming that the alley planet has earth-like gravity, Kai is accelerating towards Leon at about 100 miles per hour second, and can change his direction in a fraction of a second.

 

Edited January 23, 2025 by KnightSkye

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police office

Teon saw the metal pushing - glad he didn’t carry much metal on him, in the Mistwarrens. His pistol, however, tugged at his belt, and he had to let it go.

Well, bother. His stub was exposed now - no more chances of intimidation.

With all his Elantrian power, he had no access to it besides a few situational Aons. He was essentially useless right now. Perhaps, if he got out of this, he would pursue more.

In the meanwhile, though, he would have to make do. Studying the surroundings, he frowned. Perhaps he could weaken the structure with fire, but that didn’t seem feasible.

And so, he sighed and drew an old Aon, the first he had ever recorded. Aon Kii.

In its presence, the guilty felt pain - hopefully enough to throw off the Shardthief for a time.

@Koloss17

@TwinStorm

@KnightSkye

[KnightSkye Reforged They/Them]

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@SpiritOfWrath What defines the guilty in this case? Is is those who have broken the law? If so, which law? Is it those the user of the Son thinks are guilty? Or is it those who know/feel guilty, either openly or at a subconscious level?

Asking cause Kai feels a lot of responsibility for things that weren't his fault, despite having sworn the fourth ideal. Also, he only sworn it about a few hours ago.

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

4 hours ago, KnightSkye said:

 

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The coppermind is very vague, but I’d think it’d be a combination of the casters Intent and the victim’s own view of their actions.

Also, pings don’t work in quote boxes.