Dellexe

My honest face. I have one of those faces.

I would just drop in on Jasnah and Hoid as they returned to civilization. I can see it now.... I fell through the void. I saw a light. I reached for it, grasping towards it with all my might. With a flash of energy I fell out of the air above two people sitting by a fire. I felt a shockwave of energy ripple out behind me as the door to the Void closed. One of them, a tall, tan skinned woman whom I recognized to be Jasnah Kholin thrust forth her hand and summoned her Shardblade. I froze, feeling the condensation from the Blade's summoning wetting the skin of my neck. "Uh, hi," I said haltingly. "What are you doing here?" Jasnah demanded, eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and hostility. "I'm from another world. Ask Hoid- er, Wit, he can probably explain more about the mechanics of Worldhopping." I replied slowly. "I have some information you need." Hoid was up and walking towards me slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Jasnah," he said. "I think you can stop threatening this young man's life. He knows enough that he knows he has no chance of harming either of us. Even if he is carrying a weapon." I glanced down at my hand. A sleek black compound bow rested comfortably in my fist. I had nearly forgotten I had it with me. Jasnah dismissed her sword with a flick of her wrist, but did not change her stance. She was ready to spear me if I so much as twitched in the wrong direction. "Alright," she said. "What vital knowledge do you have for us?" And then I go on to explain things they should know. Then I ask if Hoid can give me any Breath in exchange for the info, explaining that I understand the principles of Awakening and could be more useful in helping him if I had enough Breath to do basic things with, but not enough to be really threatening. I think he would give me around 50 Breath or so in exchange for the information. No? I can be hopeful, at least...

"Willing volunteers." *maniacal laughter*

I was thinking of a few Commands to be used in game that aren't in the books. One a rope or whip to use as a weapon: Upon call, strike things On a short (2 - 3 feet in length) piece of rope: Strangle things when thrown. (You unlock this going down the dark path) On a shirt: Become as my arms and strengthen them On a rug: Snare things On a curtain: Grab when touched

Lyss. EDIT: NINJA'DDDDDDDD

I'm just trying to raise a courageous and knowledgable generation. 'Tis nothing outstanding. All children should be educated in the art of Hemalurgy, for scientific reasons.

I was trying to get them over their fear of needles in what may have been a slightly... aggressive manner. ;D EDIT: Oh hey, I have two dots now.

Welcome to the party! I would highly reccomend Alloy of Law. It's set in the Mistborn world and is fantastic book, I just finished rereading it a couple days ago.

Step 1. Dig basement. Step 2. Turn basement into forge. Step 3. Make a ton of metal spikes. Step 4. Experiment. NEWS HEADLINES: Mysterious disappearances plague this suburban neighborhood in a recent streak of kidnappings. Step 5. Capture a Feruchemist. Step 6. With your knowledge of Hemalurgy, steal the Feruchemist's ability to store Tin. Step 7. Spike yourself. Step 8. Become the greatest "Spot the difference!" puzzle solver in the world. Step 9. Profit. Accidentally posted this in Cosmere Babysitting. D:

That's quitter talk, right there.

Step 1. Dig basement. Step 2. Turn basement into forge. Step 3. Make a ton of metal spikes. Step 4. Experiment. NEWS HEADLINES: Mysterious disappearances plague this suburban neighborhood in a recent streak of kidnappings. Step 5. Capture a Feruchemist. Step 6. With your knowledge of Hemalurgy, steal the Feruchemist's ability to store Tin. Step 7. Spike yourself. Step 8. Become the greatest "Spot the difference!" puzzle solver in the world. Step 9. Profit. EDIT: Meant to post this in useless powers. Oops.

I agree with Outis, using a few pre-programmed Commands is better game design than trying to make a perfect representation of Awakening. The remedy to this is making a lot of these simple Commands usable in the world. - With regard to the visibility of Breath and other hard to portray attributes, I've been thinking of ways to fit them in. Breath in transit (passing from one person to another) would look like a kind of shimmering rainbow in the air (I'm drawing inspiration from the cover of the book). Breath Recognition would be portrayed in a small pop-up when you hover over characters (think the system in Watch Dogs where it gives you a brief description of the person you're targetting). Life Sense would be portrayed with an indicator on the screen that would show the general direction of people paying attention to you or just a simple minimap (I prefer the general direction indicator, combined with a slight humming from stereo audio it fits in with the world much better than a minimap. Objects you've Awakened would also shimmer slightly and people with lots of Breath would have a similar shimmer. - I like the Returned idea! You could meet Vasher or Hoid at the beginning and they'd explain some of your Returned powers. The shapeshifting could be useful for stealth sections where you're trying to blend in with the crowd. I also like the idea of sacrificing Breath to heal your wounds.

Dellan crept forward, sliding his lean, muscled form across the dry ground. He held his breath as he slowly eased an arrow from the leather quiver belted across his back. With a slight rustle he laid it across his slim bow, being careful to conceal his movements. Have to get this one, he thought. Haven't seen game like that since the start of this wretched winter. The beast in question was a golden-brown stag calmly grazing in a clearing some 25 meters away. That thing's pelt could buy me the supplies I need, Dellan thought to himself. He took aim at the majestic beast, pulling back on his bow, the aged wood creaking. A branch cracked somewhere in the forest beyond. The stag bolted into the woods, throwing up clods of dirt as it fled. "Blast," Dellan muttered under his breath, releasing the tension on his bow. He began to stand up, but immediately fell back to the ground as he saw what entered the clearing from the direction of the crack. A great, hulking beast of a creature. Clad in rusted armour that appeared to have been cobbled together from several different pieces, the creature carried a massive, cleaver-like sword in its paw of a hand. Its canine looking face was twisted in an expression of rage as it stared after the fleeing animal. It bellowed an inhuman roar and slammed its sword into the ground in fury. Three more of the creatures stomped out of the thick forest behind it, looking similarly enraged. By the Light! Dellan began to inch backward, hoping to find some hiding place deeper in the woods. What are Trollocs doing here?! He crawled backward, never taking his eyes off of the Trolloc band in front of him. When he judged he was far enough away, he rose into a crouch and began to move away as quickly as he dared. A ghastly chorus of howls erupted from the clearing behind him, and his nerve broke. He stood straight up and sprinted into the forest as fast as his legs could carry him. Ducking branches and jumping streams and fallen logs he ran, heedless of the hazards in his path. With his breath rushing in and out of his lungs and his heart thumping in his chest he ducked into a hollow made by a rotten tree. Did I get away? He asked himself as he peered around the edge of the trunk, listening intently for any sounds of pursuit. He rose shakily, clutching his bow and arrow in a white-knuckled grip. The town. I have to get there; I have to warn them! He took up a loping jog as he made for the road to the town. The sky began to grow dark as night approached, and Dellan knew he would never be able to reach the town before complete darkness fell. He climbed a suitable tree with practiced ease, finding a comfortable spot to sit and wait for morning to come. Time to wait. - Dellan jolted awake, nearly falling out of his perch. How long was I asleep? He cursed his stupidity, letting himself fall asleep whilst Trollocs roamed the woods. He looked to the sky trying to judge the time. "It must be nearly morning," he remarked quietly to himself, stretching his sore muscles. He looked down to the ground and nearly fell out of the tree again. A lone trolloc sat beneath the tree. It appeared to be asleep, remaining motionless aside from its regular breathing. It was a smaller sized Trolloc, not that that meant it was small. A rusty, spiked mace rested on the ground beside it. Maybe I can sneak away before it wakes. He began to carefully maneuver his way down the tree, being careful to not crack any branches or send any leaves or twigs down onto the slumbering horror. With a small thump he landed on the soft soil, holding his breath in terror as he watched the sleeping beast. He stepped backward, keeping his eyes locked on the creature, his legs trembling from fear. Crack! He froze as his heel snapped a twig lying on the forest floor. With his heart pounding in his chest he watched the trolloc intently, looking for any signs it might be wakening. The creature grunted and shifted itself slightly, then resumed its rest. Dellan waited a moment, then resumed his pace backwards, being cautious to avoid snapping any more of the twigs that littered the forest floor. The trolloc's eyes snapped open, locking onto Dallen's face. It roared, a deep, resounding, horrible sound that petrified Dellan in his place. Its crude armour clanging, the beast charged Dallen. Dallen recovered from his shock and dove to the side, barely rolling out of the way of the enraged monster. He expertly loosed an arrow at the thing's back, but was disappointed to see his shaft bounce off the plates sown onto the creature's clothes. Dellan wildly glanced around, looking for anything he could use as a weapon. There! he thought as he saw the trolloc's mace, lying forgotten on the forest loam. He dove towards it, dropping his bow and snatching up the mace in his hands and turning just in time to see the trolloc once again charging him. He swung the heavy iron mace at the charging beast. The spiked weapon crunched into the arm of the creature, smashing the bones and ripping through the flesh. The trolloc swung with its other arm and slammed its fist into Dellan's side, sending him flying backward. Dellan tumbled across the ground yet somehow managed to keep a hold on the mace. The creature eyed him warily, holding its maimed arm to its chest as it approached him slowly. Dellan raised his weapon in a way he hoped looked threatening, and backed up as fast as he dared. His foot caught on a root and he stumbled, nearly falling. The beast saw its chanced and rushed in, picking up and throwing Dellan, forcing him to drop the mace. The creature, now confident in its victory reached down and seized its weapon, stalking towards Dellan with an air of inevitability around it. Dellan scrambled backward until his hand touched something smooth. It was his bow! Dellan took it up in his hands, hurriedly nocking an arrow on it and aiming at the trolloc's wolf-like head. The creature paused for a second, its eyes widening as it realized what was about to happen. Dellan's arrow took the creature in the right eye, thudding into the trollo's skull with the precision gained from a lifetime of hunting. The terrible beast fell to the earth, collapsing in an avalanche of armour and monstrous flesh. Trembling, Dallen readied another arrow, keeping his aim locked on the trolloc's head as he stood and backed up into the forest. When he was convinced the creature was finally dead he broke into a run, continuing on his path to the town to warn its inhabitants of the coming threat. So there's a fun little story for my character. Hoid you like it?(Ah puns) EDIT: That was longer than I thought it was going to be!

I feel like I have to write some kind of background to my character after reading Shivertongue's post. Brace yourselves, winter writing is coming.

Welcome to the club! I'm pretty new here myself, but I've had a great time and wasted spent many hours here already! A game of Mafia is starting pretty soon, so you can sign up for that if you so wish. - In response to your question, probably Shallan. I would take her to one of the rose gardens in my town. - And now a question for you: If you could have any power-set from Brandon's books, what would it be? EDIT: Lord Ruler! You have a lot of points already!

Step 1: Crack your Spiritweb Step 2: Bond a Spren Step 3: Speak the oath of the Knights Radiant Step 4: Use Stormlight to get rid of that embarassing tatoo you got that one night

I'd like to play! I'll need some help at the beginning figuring out how things work, though. My name is Dellan. I'm a quiet, somber man who normally lives out in the countryside, but I have been forced to take refuge in town because of the roving packs of Trollocs. Is this a good start? Let me know if I'm doing anything wrong, please and thank you!

Denth and Vasher making Nightblood?

Hrathen/Dilaf teaming up to take down the kingdom?

Great, now I'm going to be paranoid and look through your signatures... EDIT: And no, I haven't seen white words before!

A BOOK!

I was going to say Joel and or David, but it appears as though I've been ninja'd.

Lightsong.

I like RPing and Worldbuilding... so sure, why not?

Hah.