Nohadon

Astiel wandered into the way stop and pulled out a stool from the bar ”Drinks. Please” She said in a tired voice She began to subtly tap connection to Roshar until she could hear the rhythms, she attuned fatigue.

"So. Deras I want you to pick a weapon. Kerith and Jonas. You too, Max, Mara. You two get an option, I know you two well enough. So either you two stop by the Waystop and pick up a patron there. He goes by the name Astiel, he's probably got some feruchemical abilities, but try bring him here, however if you two would rather, you can explore the rebuilt alleycity. I want you to be familiar with the place before you get sent out into it. Silphio and Ethil have both done this. Alternatively. You could try duel me. If you win you get the day off. If you lose you have to polish off the statues around the hall of legends for the entire day. It's up to you what you want to do." Devaan picked up a wooden staff and went through a basic Kata, beckoning the other trainees to join in. He sped up, expecting the rest to try match his speed. He payed careful attention to when people dropped out of Rhythm as the others began to join in, noting down each pupil's speed, precision and focus. He made the Kata more complex, increasing his foot movements until it went from a basic Kata to a full chay-shan dance.

"I'll train the captain" Devaan said "A bronze compounder? That's powerful indeed, get to the weapons rack and start picknig a weapon"

"Kerith." Devaan nodded, walking up to the Sergeant.

"Help" He heard Max mutter oh. no. no no no no no. Devaan ran up to Max "Max! there you are! I need you on the farm for now. you need to water the chulls alright buddy?" poor thing. Devaan whispered to Max "If you ever need me to get you out of a situation like this. Start randomly coughing. It's ok though. They won't hurt you. Trust me on this"

"ok. I need everyone who wants to train today to come with me! Any newcomers I need you to tell me your name, skills and investiture so I know how I can best train you. Ok?" Devaan called out to the pupils in the training ground. Silphio stopped sparring with Ethil and immediately left, hoping to get off lessons. "I've got news on a bounty I need to follow up! The guy's called the Skyshooter! supposedly he's been seen in the roughs in the sky as streaks of light" He told Devaan out as he took off into the air. "Take him down" Devaan said back

@Voidus

"Hey" Devaan called out to Jonas "Who are you?"

16 Years Later Devaan sat on the edge of the training grounds, the place he was when he got his first students. Ethil and Silphio were now both 33. Mejin was 32 and Max and Mara were 24 and Devon was now 444 Years old. Silph was flying around the mountain, he had taken a job as a bounty hunter, and has been taking down bounties for the last four years all throughout the cosmere. he had gained considerable power since he was a bright-eyed 16 year old. He could harden his skin split-seconds before attacks. Master his Aimian body magic, his Aviar, Laarkin and Whitespine all were fully grown and very well trained. He had finished training each pupil. He still had things to teach them of course, but they could all be considered cable men and women. Devaan let out a contented sigh, and watched the sun rise over the seran peaks, waiting for who else would come to the grounds.

I already voted Oh well. Breeze is still my second favourite WOO! TEAM BREEZE! oh what's that? Oh sorry. Yeah. No I get it. No it's no problem I'll stop being so loud. Yeah no It's fine, really.

That is because of Rohan.

Here's years 2-6 of Devaan's training ground.

Hi Everyone! Good war that was! So this is the thread where you write about what happens with any of your character's during the sixteen year peace. It can be anything from a short-story to a simple summary! I'll start us off. Here's Year 1 of the 16 year peace that happens in Devaan's training ground (If I'm not writing any of the characters used accurately, let me know)

Wait... WHERE'S FUZZ!

Devaan's reserves of wakefulness ran out just as he hit the bed, immediately falling asleep as the wave of fatigue hit him. He was out.

Devaan stared at Syen's body. I let her die. I was cocky. I was arrogant. I assumed she was freezing up. I assumed that she was weak. And she died for it Rage boiled over Devaan. Then a sudden wave of calm. He knew what to do. He stepped through the hole in the wall and faced down the Daemon. He took a deep breath, calmly walking up to it. It attacked, Devaan ignored it. Dodging with relative ease. Finally, Devaan was standing in front of the giant reddish monstrosity. He looked at it's giant, bulbous mouth, Syen's blood was still on it's fangs, and cast an Aon in the air. The Deamon was held in place. Devaan knocked it down, then pried open it's jaw. One by one, he ripped it's teeth out. He opened a bendalloy bubble. No one could interfere. He ripped each and every single teeth. Then he started on the claws. They went next. Then he burnt the eyes. Then he took out one of his Tia cards, buried it into the Daemon's kneecap, and sent it onto a remote space he made in the middle of the horn eater mountains. Where the Daemon would slowly starve to death. He dropped the bubble. The feeling of calm disappearing and being replaced with disgust. Did he really do that? "Sir?" a marine said to him, motioning towards the hole. A space marine walked cautiously towards it, covering the hole with his bolter. "What happened here?" "A deamon came in, as did some plague-ridden marine. I took care of the Daemon, I want that marine dead." He said bluntly, retiring to his canton's living quarters.

Devaan felt himself get lifted up, he sighed. "Hey Syen, you gonna give me a hand here? Or do you want me take care of this. Don't freeze up now." Devaan tapped weight, until he was 12 times his own weight, he slammed into the ground, causing a dent into the steel floor. "So. You don't seem to feel any pain huh?" Devaan asked the thing calmly. It giggled Devaan pulled out one of his bladed cards and stabbed it in the left eye, then looked at Syen. "This is annoying. If you aren't going to hurt him, at least heal me on the off chance I get hurt." Devaan ripped out his fist from his enemies chest.

Yet another scream, coming from the control room, he saw a hole in the wall, a claw was holding Syen, who was trying to hit it with her hands "Use the sword or cover your ears!" Devaan yelled, putting his bear foot on the steel floor. Tapping the building-sized steelmind, he barely scratched the wealth of speed, but time seemed to stop for him. He ran towards the bloated marine, tapping both allomatic and feruchemical pewter to strengthen his hand, he punched straight through the marine armour, he couldn't hear the cracking of rips that punctured several organs but he sure as hell felt them snap through his fist, He looked around and saw KoTiel covering his ears, a little blood seeped out of his ears, dripping down to the ground.

Devaan looked at the flies, and tapped even more brass, boiling the flies, He tapped Electrum to get through the pain.

The second he felt his something on his shoulder he super tapped brass, his body superheated. "Ow!" Something rasped over Devaan's head, the claw lifted "Won't you accept a gift from Grandfather Nurgle?" "What do you want"

The marine was gone. "Well. That was a waste of time. I'll send some guards down to patrol around here, Sorana, set up an infirmary in the old spikesulate" Devaan stepped outside. The Shield was gone. Oh storms. Around him stood a decimated city. Devaan sat down and glanced at the timekeeping fabrial on the door. Had it only been a week since the war started? it felt longer. Devaan started packing most of his things, retrieving the sword from Sorana. The War was almost over.

“Now!” Devaan ran at the illusion, sethramir extended towards it

WOO! Another teacher character! Devaan's training ground will also be open for new characters, but It's more combat based