Nohadon

Sorry guys for being afk, I was on a plane flight to sydney. I'm back now though. When I get some sleep I'll post my feelings about the Tineye message.

Devaan clad his hands in shardplate. His long-silent spren screamed. Devaan was so invested that the plate, combined with all his aons, blocked most of the division It still hurt like hell. He wondered how Hellbent would be feeling, the damage being reflected to him as well. How did he do that? I pushed out his surgebinding spike. Devaan locked his arms around Hellbent's and slammed his forehead into Hellbent's. He then followed up with a knee to the ribs @Kidpen

Ok since I made them I should explain how they work. They were originally meant to be niche things used by Devaan in his deck but then caught on. They're double unsealed metal minds, when tapping them you get a brief surge of connection the Dor, essentially making you an elantrian for a second, then you have the ability to tap the Aon Tia that was already stored in the nicrocil part of the metal mind, the locations are pre-programmed, they can either be places relative to you or locations, here are some examples of ones Devaan has: In his deck, a three of boots will teleport him 10 meters in front of him. A four, five and six of boots do the same in different directions. He also has two rings that function as eject buttons, one teleports him to the canton of combat, the other teleports him to the training ground.

A white storm of fire enveloped Devaan. He reflexively dipped into his stores and.. nothing. He was running on fumes, the only metalmind that was close to full was the card in his shirt pocket. The card that linked to hellbents investiture. Devaan reached into the card, looking for the right investiture. He saw it happen earlier in the fight, he figured it out. Just before the storm hit, Devaan began to subtly glow. He became fireproof, running through the fire, dancing in it, becoming a part of it. Leaping out of it and Kicking hellbent in the jaw, aiming a flaming fist at Hellbent’s ribcage and darting back into the fire. @Kidpen

I think Servililius means the Reshi Isles. Is it Vax?

So as one of the worst offenders to this, I should explain how I try (and fail) to balance my character, I’m not adverse to characters getting stronger over time, Provided it’s plausible. An example of how much power a character can gain over time, I suggest the upper limits to power gain be something around what Devaan has been able to improve by. He started out as a Feruchemist with a deck of unsealed metalminds, calling in favours for invested people to fill the cards. He’s been around for a while story-wise (turning 345 years old), and evolved from a Feruchemist fighter to someone who is currently going toe-to-toe with Hellbent. But he’s so powerful now that I try to use him as a teacher for other characters or one of the people who fights people like hellbent and mace. my other character, Silph is pretty strong, but not conventionally so. He has no classic investiture and so uses his unique talents to get a leg up. I agree that era 3 and onwards we should have a more rigid character creation process. I agree with pretty much everything Said, but this point in particular should be noted, characters need to be able to develop

eye dont mace speling and or or grandmatical mistkaes

Hellbent gripped Devaan's forearm. Searing hot pain arced up like lighting through his arm. He gritted his teeth and tapped determination. He slid the card through his sleeve and into his undershirt pocket, never once breaking contact with it. The card rested against his chest. He heard a loud pop and his right arm ripped free, tearing like paper. It immediately started to grow back, slowly but surely. Devaan jumped into the air and shot a knee into Hellbent's throat, landing and aiming a kick at his kneecap. Devaan kept storing his hearing, protecting him as much as he could from the sonic booms he created, they reverberated around the room. Devaan's bones shattered and rehealed with every kick, every punch and every strike. The aon cloaking changed to a blood red. He was growing faster, stronger the more injured he got. Every time he injured himself, the spirit chain kicked in, Devaan was healing through it but the loop kept going. @Ookla the Dragon Reborn

The Canton shook under the force of Hellbent's push. Devaan looked up, and his Aon cloaking changed. It was pulsating a deep red. More Aons topped his body. His limiters were removed. Devaan stood. and walked over to Hellbent, noticing the man's shocked face. "This... belongs... to me" Devaan took the card off Hellbent. The push stopped. "You want to see true strength?" Devaan punched Hellbent in the stomach. A sonic boom ripped it's way through the space between the two fighters.

Blushweaver's palace?

Then did you really betray the guild or did the guild betray you? Food for thought.

I'd love to join! The concept of the seer is awesome, and i think it's good that lynching the seer can't straight up end the game day 1. I'll sign up as Velrond Tarot. My non-ookla name is Nohadon

He's still fast, be careful. Hellbent appeared in front of him, two pinwheels of light spinning through the air. Devaan instinctively tapped more and more nicrocil. He pushed on the spikes even harder. He also shoved on the metal minds, launching hellbent backwards. with bronze hearing, he could detect huge amounts of luck, Devaan couldn't match that by tapping alone for more then a second. But a second was all he needed. He shuffled his deck and drew three cards. Ace of books, 6 of blades. And his last joker. the ace of books gave him more luck stores to draw on. The 6 of blades summoned an aon in the air. Tia. He wouldn't grab hold of it yet. But the joker formed a second ethereal white chain. Tapping huge amounts of luck, the chain connected the joker nicrocilmind to hellbent. Here's hoping it works. The card is pretty untested. investiture chains are tricky. He tested the card's stores. By the lord ruler. It's enormous! He felt all of hellbent's investiture. His luck, his stormlight. He started tapping. How's two people draining your reserves instead of one? Devaan kept pushing the spikes, he needed one to give. He focused all his energy into a singular spike. giving it a huge shove. @Ookla the Dragon Reborn

Silphio saw someone in a mist cloak leaning against the tree, immediately a name came to his mind when he saw Tena. Tena, robbed Devaan's vault, she was in the seven day war, do not engage unless drunk. "Hey" He called, floating over. "What's up"

Simirtas began to glow. He stopped burning chromium. Devaan drew a card from his waterproof pouch, it still had it's nicrocil stores in it. He tapped it, iron pulling the thin metal sheets away from the walls, protecting them from the leeching water. He tapped weight and breath and sunk to the bottom, his right foot connecting with the nicrocil floor. He started tapping it. A thick, 20 meter block of nicrocil, completely full with allomatic steel. Normally, spikes wouldn't be pushable as they were inside the body. But with this much power. He started tapping, barely denting the enormous stores of the metal mind. He shoved on hellbents spikes. Increasing his weight with his iron minds. Trying to rip the spikes free.

@Ookla the Ookla Directly Under the canton of combat: Devaan and hellbent both teleported into an arena. The walls, ceiling and floor were all made of metal. Devaan took his right shoe off, his bare foot touched the ground and he smiled. Drawing simirtas, water began to fill the room. He smiled and started burning chromium. Anyone touched by the water would be leeched of investiture. He allowed himself to be leeched of metals inside him and his Aon cloaking deactivated.

“So it’s the old fashioned way then” What did you do to kill the Phoenix on taldain? That was different, you had Riathor and Akrasia Yeah, but he’s weaker. You drew it to a chamber and ripped out it’s spikes one by one with steel pushes and duralumin ah. Devaan tapped his Aon tia ring until it was dry, teleporting him and hellbent into the Canton of Combat.

YOU CALLED?

He laughed as he felt the dull thud of a bullet bouncing off of his head. He felt what seemed like scraping against his skin. And then an Aon flashed in front of his face Oh hell. Fire surrounded him he was slowly burning up in the storm of fire. His Aons cooled him down but not enough. It's Time damnation you hellbent. Devaan drew Atius from it's sheath. He no longer had sethramir, that was max's but this would work just as well. Atius transformed into Simirtas. dousing the flames with water. Stormlight and Feruchemical Gold healing him. Devaan stood up, and smiled at Hellbent. "My turn" He deactivated his cloaking for a split second, a plunged Atius into his chest, just next to his heart. He immediately started to heal the wound. But Hellbent. He could see it now, That body was rapidly ageing, a side affect of Atius wounding someone. Devaan had 5th heightening, nullifying the effects.

Yipee! I had no idea what I was doing during that but it all worked out in the end. Complete irrationality sometimes goes well! I think I might play more SE later on

Devaan walked in and smiled, surveying everyone in the room. He recognised some, but not most. Lusk was here. That power-hungry ghostblood was pretending to be a full born. Tena and Mace. The people who robbed his vault, he nodded to them. He filled in the note: Name: Devaan Sheonar Gender: Male Address: Devaan's training grounds, Seran range. Investiture: Full Feruchemist Signature: D.C.S

@Young Bard You'll also have to praise someone to make your vote count, just a friendly reminder.

So Orlok contacted me during the night, mentioning the we should lynch Fura. Thoughts? I also think Araris has been helpful too.

...... has derailed this thread.... Back on track. I thought about this but I disagree that the parshendi are descended from dragons, as it's highly likely that they would age slower (if at all) and have more free shapeshifting. If you put this down to blood dilution, then there might still be some parshendi still around that haven't aged. Additionally, we see no signs of dragon steel (a metal that grows on dragons) on the parshendi, and I'm pretty sure that a dragon hybrid/descendant would have one of the aforementioned traits.