Voidus

I'd say that technically Nightblood is probably LG, just the worst and most inflexible kind of LG. I really like the idea above, but perhaps damage dependent on spell slot sacrificed would work better. 2d6 per spell slot level? Might accelerate pretty quickly but it is an Artifact level weapon so it should be kind of over the top.

Voidus waited in the middle of the street, eyes carefully watching the progress of the Stranger and Ajax as they shifted, sped and teleported through the skies. Nearby he saw Mac focus on their surroundings, using the Alleys to protect nearby structures and the few remaining people who hadn't yet evacuated. Elsewhere nearby he could feel the pulses of Investiture from several others who were still engaged with the other creatures that had been accompanying Ajax, some fleeing, some fighting. And what do I do? I wait. Always waiting. I wait and hope that intervention will not be necessary, that the world can continue along without interference. He tracked Ajax as he suddenly accelerated, likely tapping steel in order to get behind the Stranger and stab him. But that also put him directly in the cowl of souls that the Stranger was wearing, which was unlikely to end well for Ajax. But even while I claim non-intervention I asked the Stranger for help. And when that army came to the city, I didn't wish to interfere but I still called for the release of some of the Hemalurgic creations. Distantly he could still feel the pulses of a Tineye, and a Forger nearby. Though noticing a Forger was usually difficult with bronze, even for him, not until she actually Forged something. But the pulses from their abilities and spikes were enough to reassure him that Laurelai and Lita were still together, still safe. He continued seeking, using it to keep an eye on the rest of the fighters and make sure nothing drew too close to where he felt them.

I really like the idea, but tying the emotions to a specific object or idea would be very difficult from what we know of emotional allomancy. You can control the emotion, but not what it might be related to.

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No that's right.

This one seems pretty decisive. Poll results: Should next era have a main plot? Or a number of smaller plots instead? One main plot = 1 Many smaller plots = 18 So we'll be trying to focus on a number of smaller plotlines next era, some of which have already been mentioned, others which will no doubt arise now that the decision has been made. Try to make sure you have a certain amount of support / commitment from other players before trying to get a subplot started, just to avoid disappointment / threads which quickly die off. I think that's all we needed polls for for the moment, but if anyone else needs any to be put up let us know.

Voidus watched the Stranger as he stepped forwards, watched him slowly climb into the air, a cloak of ethereal shapes forming up behind him. He was taking this seriously now, putting on a real show for the city to see. Voidus felt some of the weight around him lift, a small amount, infinitesimally small when compared to the whole. But it allowed his harsh gaze to soften slightly, a little of the tension that he wore faded. He paused in his stride and turned back to Aylitha, gesturing to the ascending figure of the Stranger. "If they still want to intervene after hearing that then they're welcome to try." Voidus said. "But let them know that we're not holding back, anyone else who's present remains so at their own risk." He managed with some effort to pull one corner of his mouth up in a facsimile of a smile before tiredly dropping it again. Perhaps he should simply leave this to the Stranger? If this was to be a lesson then it would require something of a performance. And the Stranger had always been better at that than Voidus had. Voidus proceeded along the ground, following the Stranger from below. But each step seemed to extend father than it should, in spite of his slow steps he seemed to move forward with great speed. No sense in putting things off any longer, whether the Stranger dealt with it or Voidus did so himself.

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100% canon.

I'd say Aluminium would likely interfere with the Investiture too much to work, but something like being steel reinforced should be possible I think. And if you're willing for it to come at the expense of speed then we might be able to just call it even and leave the point total as-is.

Dual Shardblades are certainly a possibility, would just be 2* point cost. (Maybe a little less given that it's not really significantly beneficial to have 2 instead of 1) Reinforced Shardplate is a little harder, it's a little hard to justify in-world as well, how were you picturing it? Just like 1 Shardplate on top of the other?

I'm tempted to call this poll right now, 9 votes in and 100% voting the same way is unlikely to swing the other way. But I'll leave it up for another day to give people a chance to express opinions still.

New poll up, let us know if anything is unclear.

Closing off the previous poll. Poll: Era Prep Results: Consensus here seems to be to basically keep using what we've always used, however 40K did not manage to get a majority vote in favour so that may be something we want to discuss. New poll will be up soon regarding plot for next era. We'll need to work out the scoring for them, but at least from an existential perspective they should be okay.

Voidus stared back at the Stranger, into the eye and the spike. His eyes darkened as he stared, silently and intently for several unbroken seconds before finally blinking and turning them away, towards the crater that had formed, and the Behemoth that rampaged at its edge. The darkness faded from his eyes and the surrounding air began to settle, the small pools of darkness that had begun forming reverted and they were simply standing there again. But there was a visible strain in his expression when he finally nodded. He would hold back, for now, but he had no patience left, no desire to drag this out or teach any lessons. This simply needed to be dealt with, and soon. But for his oldest friend, he was willing to give some leeway. "I heard a saying once." Voidus said softly. "On one of the other worlds. 'Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.'" He gave a humorless smile to the ground as he left the sentence to hang before continuing. "What does that say for those of us who can't die? When does that duty let up?" He nudged a small rock with the toe of his shoe, letting it teeter over the edge of the crater precariously. "Well then, let's go teach a lesson to the fool who advertises his whereabouts. Perhaps if we're lucky he's set up some kind of an ambush to at least make it interesting." As he turned around he heard the rock slip over the edge and clatter into the darkness. @Fatebreaker

Slowly, carefully, Laurelai had made her way across the rubble-strewn floor of the tavern to the stairway that Lita had gestured to. She wasn't sure which of the tremors she was feeling were due to distant battles and which were due to her own impaired sense of balance, but neither of them made her job particularly easy. Finally she reached the base of the stairs, staring up them as Lita joined her with a grandiose speech of her own. "I've read about the amount of wine that the Alethi drank during war, and how much the Scadrian Nobles drank during their plotting." Laurelai replied with a grin. "I'm not sure there is any other kind of history than drunk history." Stifling another giggle she slowly raised one of her own hands to grasp Lita's before cautiously dipping into a small curtsy of the sort she usually gave to a dancing partner, though those had certainly been few and far between. "Now let us do battle with the fabled Stairwell, if we are fortunate we shall both live to see the other side!" Bumping into Lita several times as they ascended the first few steps, she let out a large breath. With it she released the remains of the tension she'd been carrying. It seemed an odd time to be so relaxed, but something about the atmosphere, the alcohol, and the company had just made it easier to take this less seriously. Voidus hadn't ended up killing her, and neither had any of the other creatures roaming the streets. They'd managed to arrive at the tavern safely, and have a number of drinks in peace. One of her feet caught on the lip of a step, the rest of her leg quickly followed after it in collapsing against the hard wood and she slipped sideways into the banister. She felt her arm move in slow motion to catch onto it, slapping against the top of the railing and scrabbling for a moment before she caught a grip. Her eyes widened in surprise, sparkling in the dim lighting as she held her body aloft on one foot. Her wide eyed glance eventually settled on Lita, pressed a little awkwardly up against her and still holding her other hand. "The Stairwell of Ascension is a dangerous foe indeed." She said with an utterly serious expression.

Voidus glanced back towards the city, towards the direction of the voice that echoed across the landscape, managing to reach even this far out. The brow he'd raised in amusement at the Stranger's summoning of the Behemoth now lowered, knitting together with his other brow as he directed a stern frown towards the city. His eyes were cold and hard as they scanned the cityscape, taking in the multiple plumes of smoke and destroyed buildings. But all that was temporary, buildings, land, even the people who'd lost their lives would eventually be forgotten to the annals of history. The Vortex had been destroyed, that was the primary concern. All that was left now was taking care of what remained of this army, to ensure this didn't happen again. "It would be easier if we didn't need to mind the rabble, our thanks." He replied to Aylitha. "If we find anything unInvested we'll try to leave it at least somewhat intact for study." He turned gravely towards the Stranger, seemingly weighed down by something other than the cloud of dust that the Behemoth had stirred up, and took one large breath before squaring his shoulders back and holding his head up straight. "One final errand." Voidus said. "And then perhaps we can gain enough quiet to have a real conversation." @kenod @Fatebreaker

A few more small chuckles escaped Laurelai as she slowly calmed herself back down, wiping a bead of moisture that had gathered at the corner of one eye. She still felt an almost compulsive desire to break out in laughter again, but she managed to suppress it long enough to hear Lita suggest they head upstairs and try to watch whatever was about to happen. "Notes?" Laurelai asked, still smiling. "Excellent idea. We need to leave something for historians after all. Although now I'm wondering how many of the primary sources I've read in my life have been written by people too intoxicated to be accurate. It would explain a lot about a recount I read of one of the Desolations once, I've always been quite sure that the Voidbringers didn't destroy an entire village by dancing too vigorously." She placed both hands on the bar to steady herself, carefully stepping off the stool and making sure her legs could support her weight. She somehow felt as if she was already moving, somehow hurtling towards the staircase, but then realized she hadn't taken a step yet and let out another small giggle. "Let us commence the writing of Laurelai and Lita's notes on the end of the world. The time is approximately one minute past 'time to die', and our brave authors are making their way past a slew of mortal perils to reach the safety of a rooftop." She gently nudged one of said mortal perils, a broken chair leg, to one side so that she didn't trip on it before beginning to make her way towards the stairs. @ZincAboutIt

Laurelai stared at the small remnant of dark red liquid in her glass, her balance and vision were already off, it was probably best to hold off from any more for the moment. "Next come a bit of a break from the wine I think." She replied, leaning back on the stool to stretch a little. "Moderation is important for alcohol and secrets it seems." Her gaze drifted along the broken ceiling, following one smoke-stained plank of wood before unfocussing and then getting caught on a particularly oddly shaped piece of broken stone that had somehow gotten lodged inside the roof. How did something like that get stuck without bringing the whole roof in? What had happened here? They knew generally that the fighting had likely made its way through the building, but who had fought? What had they done? Whose side were they on and why? She shook her head, realizing that she was getting lost in her musings about the past once again. The alcohol was definitely not helping her already easily distracted mind to focus. A glance at Lita showed that she seemed to be having almost as much trouble keeping focused. At least if she was making a fool of herself she had company. Suddenly a voice boomed through the tavern, causing her to immediately straighten and look for the source, but her body and mind were both moving sluggishly, too sluggishly to be useful right now it seemed. "It's time to die" The voice boomed, reverberating through the room and rattling the nearby bottles. And then there was silence, the voice said nothing other than its ominous warning and nothing else made any noise in its wake. Laurelai looked over towards Lita, her face still pulled into an alert and serious expression. But as she met the other woman's gaze she raised one eyebrow curiously, held silent for a moment longer, and then burst out in a fit of giggles. The voice, its words, seemed so serious, so urgent. But here they sat, two bottles deep in fine liquor, it seemed unlikely that either of them could even walk a straight line, let alone fight for the sake of the world. So it was highly likely that they were both about to be destroyed as they sat here in this ruined bar, drunk on their pilfered wine. @ZincAboutIt

Assuming typical Ogier behaviour and weaknesses such as the Longing, I don't know that they'd necessarily be worth any extra points. They'd also be limited from most forms of Investiture which is a pretty big drawback.