Archer

Stand firm. Stand still. Make the creator proud. Wally the Wall meditated. It felt good to relax. I am a wall. Being a wall can be stressful. There's so much pressure that comes with this job. Wally tried one of the cognitive training exercises Willy the Wallpaper had taught him. Stand firm. Stand still. Let go of the- Wally was interrupted by a People screaming, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! BIG NUKE! DEATH! FLEE!" He seems stressed. He should try being a wall. I am a wall. The People, no, there was only one, Persun, collapsed on the ground. I guess it's up to me to stop this nuclear strike. Watch out world, THIS COULD GET AWESOME. Nearby, the Persun began to dance. There was a lot of flailing of the arms and loud singing involved. That nuke won't know what hit him. Time to move out. Now. Moving. Gooooo. The wall didn't move. AAAAAHHHHH! I'm going so fast! So. Dizzy. I need a break. Sorry world, I don't think I'm up to this. The wall didn't move. Wow. That was quite the adventure. Someday, they'll hail me as a hero. For I have been useful. Woot.

About sixteen. Threnody. The rules are clear, and easy to understand. I am. He pays me to be, so he can fulfill his quota of scaring people. Hoid. He'd outsmart distract them while I run away. Stick. Stick would out-stick their sticks. Smote. Gandalf! He's got a cool hat. Percy Jackson. I loved the Riordan books growing up, the adventures of Percy were fun to read about. All Tien did was [redacted because spoilers] to motivate his brother. Booooooring. I'm pretty confident that I'm immortal, so sure, I'd take a few pieces. Indeed. From the cool invisible mime making machine I have in my kitchen. I turned it on accidentally one day, thinking it was the toaster. I haven't figured out how to turn it off yet. Incorrect. Two fully developed characters. I've made lots of NPCs too. A handful of them lasted for more than a single post. Nope. *Googles it* Ugh, that is an intense shade of green. Mostly. Lemons? Yes! We're having triplets. Well, she's having them. I'll just sit on the sidelines and watch. Myself. I'd probably jump off of the roof of my barn. And no, it wouldn't haunt me. I'd be dead. Oh, GT for sure. Definitely the superior choice. FTs are old news, GTs are the newest fad. Everyone is doing it. JOIN ME. I have no idea what either of those are.

*checks* *realizes Kidpen was right* Well, there goes my credibility...

Cookies and cream, three (but two of them are thumbs), 42, that girl with the hair, Harry Potter as the title character so I could be adored for being lucky, 123456789, time manipulation, probably A Confusion of Princes or 1984 at the moment, and squids. Phew, that was a long sentence. I don't have one. I have a Social Insurance Number. Thanks! I think they're called ranks. There are very few, but one that stands out is that you guys have paper money. With ours there's a very real risk of having your bills melt if you're not careful.

Sure, just *waves hands to show the proper motion* with the gear shift. Good luck!

It is a time-honoured tradition that when one reaches their 1000th post they make it special. So, I killed off my Alleyverse RP character. Or did I? *ninja emoji* This AMA is my 1001st post. That's almost the same, isn't it? But enough about that. Let's get the ball rolling. ASK. ME. ANYTHING!* I will answer with a reciprocal level of seriousness. *I am not qualified to give medical advice. Or comment on anything related to the operation of heavy machinery. So if you're using this AMA to learn how to use a crane to do open heart surgery, you're out of luck. Follow any advice I give you at your own risk. I can not guarantee that information provided in this thread is accurate or free from bias. Always ask an adult to help you with your experiments. Never run with scissors, regardless and irregardless of what I tell you to do. I am not responsible for any loss of life, limb, lungs, legs, or lumberjacks that occurs as a result of reading this post. You must be 18 years or older to understand references to 2010 pop culture. Know your limit, play within it. Buy low, sell high. No, I do not want a cookie, but thanks for offering. This sentence is just filler. To fully enjoy this thread, it is recommended that you get zozzled and stand on your head. The person who recommended that didn't want to give their name out of fear of being sued for damages. Always read and follow the label. Labels or cool. It's a bed with a ladder. Yeah.

A rooftop overlooking an alleyway, during the Seven Day War. Mace sat on the edge of a roof, idly swinging his legs as they hung over the side. He was systematically working his way along his ears, pulling off every metalmind he could find, then putting them in his mouth. As he snacked, he felt a gentle nudge on his leg. Mace tilted his head, and was pleasantly surprised to find a medium sized Labrador retriever standing beside him. “How’d you get up here, little guy?” he asked as he reached out his arm to scratch the dogs head. The dog responded by nuzzling up to him, and looking at him with its soulful brown eyes. “You know, I’ve always wanted a dog. Or any animal really. The idea of keeping a pet was always one that appealed to me,” Mace said. The dog listened attentively. “I had a monkey once. It didn’t work out. And with all the travelling I do, well, it would have ended badly. Maybe in another life.” The dog began to lick Mace’s fingers, causing him to accidentally drop a coppermind off of the edge. Mace closed his eyes and counted the seconds before it hit the ground. He got to three before he heard it hit the cobblestones below. “Now what’d you make me do that for?” Mace complained playfully, giving the dog a light poke with his elbow. The dog whined, and rolled onto its back. Mace absentmindedly scratched it as he watched the movement in the street below. The fallen metal had disturbed some of the abominations that had been feeding there. The dog whined again, making Mace turn to look at it. It was then that he noticed the bronze spike imbedded in the dog’s heart. ***** Another time, another place. The old man rocked in his chair, watching the dancing flames of the hearth. Its light illuminated the otherwise darkened room, casting playful shadows on the floorboards. The man smiled as his nephew crawled about nearby, riding an imaginary horse. After a few minutes, the boy lost interest in the game and made his way to sit at the old man’s feet. “Is it story time yet, Uncle?” asked the boy. The old man smiled. “Alright, little one. I suppose we’ve got time for one short story before your mother arrives.” He closed his eyes in concentration. “What will it be tonight? Jak and his magic gun? The fearsome Mac, Unbiased Extraordinaire? Mace Klaston and the army of kolossals?” “That one! That one!” the boy squealed. “Tell me about Mace! Is it true he held the power of the gods?” “It’s true. The man was a fullborn, but not by birth. Capable of both Allomancy and Feruchemy…” ***** Mace smashed his fist into the head of a copper crow. As it fell, another raked its claws along his arm. He thought he saw a spike in its foot. Disgusted, he shook it off in time to snatch the one that was trying to dive bomb him out of the air. He threw it aside, then threw up his fists to box at the dozens more that were surrounding him. As one bit into his leg, he formed an amberite sword to impale it. When three more took its place, he compounded gold and brass to burn them. Then he stabbed them too for good measure. A bold crow suddenly clawed at his face. Mace compounded chronium, dodging to the side to make the bird crash into another of its kind, sending them both over the edge of the roof in a death spiral. Mace Pulled at the nails in the roof, smashed at the crows with pewter enhanced kicks, tried to Soothe their emotions, punched, ducked, spun, smashed- and then it was over. Mace slowly lowered his fists. A murder of copper crows lay dead at his feet. “You weren’t much help,” he said as he caught his breath. When no reply came, he looked at the spot where the dog had been before the ambush. But the roof was empty, save for himself and the slain birds. ***** “It was at that very moment that Mace heard a noise. A deep, guttural moan, coming from the shadows on the rooftop beside him. He looked for the source of the noise, and do you know what he found?” The boy bounced up and down with excitement. “I know! It was a kolossal! Like from the title of the story!” The old man reached his hand out and tousled his nephew’s curly locks of hair. “That’s right. But it wasn’t just one kolossal. It was a whole gang of them. Everywhere Mace looked, there was a Kolossal crawling along a rooftop towards him. Nasty looking brutes, they were. Five meters tall, with loose grey skin and bulging muscles. They were covered in spikes. Spikes that gave them unspeakable powers.” “What powers did they have, Uncle Kay?” “The unspeakable kind, kid. Now quit interrupting, I’m trying to tell a story.” The old man muttered under his breath, then continued. “The kolossals were six meters tall and had glowing red eyes. The eyes are what gave them away. Dozens of red dots, floating in the shadows, inching closer and closer. Mace knew what they were, of course. His magical copperminds gave him memories of the beasts. As he stood on the edge of that roof, he studied them. His eyes flickered from side to side, sizing up his enemy, looking for their weak spots.” The old man was getting excited now, he was waving his arms about to demonstrate the motions as he described them. “The weak point on a kolossal is their brains. If you rip their brains out, they can’t fight no more. So that’s what Mace did…” ***** Mace ducked the kolossal’s swing. While its arm was still outstretched, he stepped forward and punched it in the ribs. He heard the distinct crack of a bone breaking. Moving with unnatural speed, he then jumped to the side, forcing one of the monsters to slam its fist into a chimney. There was three of them attacking at the moment, and Mace could see two more climbing up the side of the building to join them. That’s no good, he thought. With a Push, Mace jumped into the air. He did a backflip, landing with his feet on the shoulders of one of his foes. He lithely reached his hand down over its face, inserted his fingers into the kolossal’s nostrils, then yanked upwards. As it tilted its head backwards, Mace quintupled his weight, smashing them both down onto the roof. He Pulled a sheet of metal that had been used to patch a hole in the roof towards him, into the back of one of the Kolossals, causing it to trip over the one lying down, sending it tumbling over the edge. It bumped into one of the ones that had been climbing upwards, forcing them both to fall onto the cobblestones. Three down, he thought as he began to pummel the remaining beasts as they tried to grab at him. ***** “When he was done, the roof was slick with blood and gore. He had to anchor himself with an ironpull to keep from slipping. As the sun set behind him, he stood defiantly on his perch. A black silhouette on a bright red backdrop. No abomination could touch him. No spiked beast could wound him. And nothing would stop him from achieving his goal.” The boy looked confused. “Uncle, what was his goal?” “I’m not sure,” responded the man. He paused to think, the dying fire casting a glow on his hands while his face remained in shadow. “I think he was there to protect his friends. Even if his friends made bad decisions. Mace was very loyal. Like a dog.” “What ever happened to the dog? The one on the rooftop?” “I was just getting to that. Patience, my boy.” The old man hummed a few notes to himself, as if trying to remember an old tune. Then he began to speak, his words fading into a rhythm, filling the dark room with their mysteries. “As the shadows of the night cloaked the city, Mace happened to take one final look at the alley below. His eyes widened in shock. As he was enthralled, the darkness called. Hungry for life, though it was rife.” ***** The last rays of sunlight shone upon a sea of seekradors. Hundreds of dogs, prowling the alley below. They blended together in the darkness, making it appear as if the alley was alive. They moved in a rhythm, pulsing like the waves of the ocean. At the front of the pack sat a medium-sized Labrador retriever, licking its paws. It looked up at him, watching him with its attentive brown eyes. There was no emotion in them, just a cold form of intelligence. Behind Mace, a fallen Kolossal shifted. Its arms began to twitch. It would reawaken soon. More Kolossals were approaching, he could see them in the distance, clambering from rooftop to rooftop to get to him. There was no escape. Mace didn’t realize that he had been pacing until he stubbed his toe. As he instinctively healed it with gold, he crouched down to inspect what he’d bumped into. It was a koloss spike, one that he’d ripped from a kolossal during the fight. The light seemed to shy away from it, shrouding the dark metal in shadow. I could use it. Spike myself, become a full koloss. I could finally become the fighter they wanted me to be. A fullborn koloss. Unrelenting. Untameable. Unstoppable. As the kolossal behind him got to its feet, Mace twirled the spike in his hands. Just a little prick, and it’s done. ***** The fire was dead. All that was left was the embers. “But Mace stayed true, to all that he knew. He refused the boon, took the bane too soon.” ***** The kolossal approached with lumbering footsteps. Mace didn’t move. “We’re all doing it, you know. Some of us are just more aware of it than others. But you can’t stop it. One day, he’ll come for you.” He clenched the spike in his fist. “I’ve met him. Right ugly fellow. He’s got a skull for a face. What’s up with that? Anyway, everybody gets taken eventually. Even the gods get forgotten in the end. Where do they go, I wonder?” The kolossal took a swipe at him. Mace causally caught its hand, then flipped the beast on its back with a flick of his wrist. “I am not a good man. But if mankind is good at one thing, it’s forgetting the important stuff. I’ll probably get a statue just for being here. They’ll forget why I was here, or how many people died so I could get to this rooftop. There was a gun, in the dark. I was angry, I remember that. She had died, and I had failed. I killed the little guy. Fancy that.” The kolossal had worked up the courage to try again, so Mace began to weave around it, dancing around the confused monster with magical dexterity. “I’m the luckiest man alive. They accepted me, despite my flaws.” Mace rolled to avoid a kick, then got to his feet. His heels touched the edge of the roof as he stood, fists raised. “Better yet, I made it to the end without losing my soul. And I’m not about to lose it now.” He threw the spike into the crowd of Labrador retrievers below. They began to bark excitedly. “If I’m going to die, I’ll die as me. I like me. None of this messing around half-dead stuff. I'm going straight to the Beyond when I die.” Mace raised his arms above his head, in the reverse dive position. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he was ready, he took one last look at the kolossal. “I always thought that I wanted to die in good company. Surrounded by friends and family, you know? But now that I’m faced with the prospect of dying here, lost in an alley, surrounded by monsters, I’m having second thoughts. Seems like having other people there just leaves you less time for yourself.” He moved his feet back, so that only his toes were still touching the edge of the roof. “Goodbye, mate. It’s been fun.” ***** “So into, he fell, the eternal well. Away from home, Utterly alone.” ***** The Labrador retriever watched as the body fell. One, two, three seconds passed before it hit the ground. By the fourth second, the sea of seekradors had descended upon it. They loved koloss blood, even if it was impure. They ripped him to shreds, tearing off pieces of meat, then fighting over them. It was a feeding frenzy. The broke open the bones to suck out the marrow. They lapped up the fluids. They even ate some of the metal. An hour later, the dogs began to leave. They trotted away in small packs, headed to find food elsewhere. Within two hours, the alley was empty, save for a single Labrador retriever. It hadn’t moved during the frenzy. It just sat there, licking its paws, remembering. ***** “He died?” exclaimed the boy. “So the legends say. There wasn’t even any body left to bury.” The boy’s lip began to tremble. The old man quickly put his arm around him, then whispered in his ear, “But he’s not dead. Not really. So long as he’s still remembered, the idea of the great Mace Klaston will live on forever.” The boy thought about that. Long and hard, pondering the secrets of death. As he thought, he slowly drifted off to sleep. The old man held him in his arms, gently rocking back and forth. “Dream, my boy. And remember.”

This post was poor form. When you write another character's reaction, that's called godmodding. People are invested in their characters. They work hard to create and develop them. You don't know what they have in mind for their character. Only their creator can properly write a reaction. It is proper form to give people the opportunity to do so. For example, I have publicly said that I intend to kill off Mace in the 1000th post, but you don't know how I intend to do it. To deprive me of the opportunity of detailing his death (and using the writeup I have prepared) is annoying. It's also against the rules. So that you fully understand this concept, I would like you to read Voidus' Guide to the Alleyverse, @AxeliustheGreat. It should help you understand that the parts I bolded in the above post were godmodding. A better post would have been to describe reasonable actions given your characters capabilities and position, then given Gancho Libre a chance to react. Say, 'hoping to remove his metalminds, Tena reached out their arm.' Gancho Libre would likely get the hint, and respond saying that he felt you steal some of his metalminds, or, knowing his character better than anyone, respond in another reasonable way that fits Naermen's character. You are fortunate Gancho Libre was so easy-going about all this. You still owe him an apology though. He's totally within his rights to react the way he has. Note to everyone else: This situation seems to have sorted itself out. It doesn't look like I need to retract anything (posts etc.), but if you feel differently, give me a shout in the PM. EDIT: Lets not redo anything, because that would be complicated and confusing, unless there's a good reason. Gnacho Libre is the one who had the most reason to want one, and he declined the offer, so lets roll with this. EDIT 2: In response to this comment 'And did Gancho discuss killing Mace with Archer? 'Cause if so, I missed it.' No he didn't. But he didn't do anything wrong. He was attacking, I was defending/counter attacking. That's how the war works. He didn't do anything beyond his character's capabilities. And the final call about if Mace died was still mine to make. Besides, Mace can take a few hits. The Nature of the Alleyverse: To quote the pinned post The Alleyverse Explained, 'The Alleyverse is a fictional alternate universe in which all Brandon’s magic systems exist together, as well as all of the locations he has written about.' Some of his characters exist in it as well. This applies to everything he has written, including cosmere (SA, Mistborn etc.), other published works (Reckoners, Alcatraz, Wheel of Time etc.), and publicly available non-published works (Aether of Night etc.). This does not include non-publicly available unpublished works (like Death by Pizza), or works by other authors (exceptions have been made because they're fun, but usually we create equivalents that would fit in a Sanderson book if we want to include something from another author). The Phoenix: The Alleyverse is an interesting RP because the DA and Newcago Court worldbuilding predates the imposing of limitations on character power. As such, they are perfectly within their rights to use any worldbuilding, character creation etc. that they have. Sometimes this stuff will be crazy powerful. That's just something you have to live with. They're all great sports, and don't abuse this quirk, but we've forced their hand. They gave plenty of warning how they would react if we attacked. We're technically going after the heart of six years of work, so it's understandable how they've fought back. So if you're looking for quantifiable success, prepare to be disappointed. Voidus has stated his reason for making the Phoenix, it's his call what he does with it. I get that it's a tempting target, and understand the urge to kill it, but I want to make it clear that no matter what you do, somethings are unchangeable/beatable. We'll see if this applies to the Phoenix. There's plenty of other spiked fish in the sea to fight. The city is crawling with NPCs. No one minds if you kill those. *takes off mini-mod hat* Mace stumbled away. Everything hurt. He stepped over shards of amberite, running away from the bodies. He saw Tena poking at the fallen- his head swam, and he blacked out for a moment. What's going on? Why, death? Death? Cookies. He tapped a reserve of speed, and ran away. He wanted to be alone. He headed for an alley, not caring where it went. When he got out on the other side of it, he found himself on a ledge, overlooking a street of bodies being picked at by strange metallic crows. Not caring what they were, he threw up a coppercloud and hoped they'd leave him alone. He needed time to think.

Mace compounded pewter and cadmium. He then blew in the direction of the Line of Forbiddance. He felt his lungs stretching, increasing in power. Breath after breath left him, blowing outwards. He watched as the wind he created tousled Kane's hair, headed in the direction of Naermen's sleeve. Moments later, when the weakened wall smashed down on them, he merely headbutted it, gritting his teeth as he felt a flare of pain. Enraged, Mace Pulled on the loose metal behind Naermen. Discarded chunks of armor, broken swords, and dropped coins began to fly at him. Just in case his foe successfully dodged, Mace thickened the amberite on the front of the battle suit. So, this is what being a magnet feels like, Mace thought as he helped Kane swing the warhammer.

Mace got comfortable at the top of the battle suit. He swallowed some more metalminds and vials of metals before beginning his task. He started nicrobursting and duraburning like Kane had asked. He closed his eyes and pushed with everything he had, throwing all of his power into strengthening Kane and making their weapon together. He closed his eyes and listened to the amberites growing, fusing together, expanding. He felt the weight of the hammer pulling them forward, but the large amberite boots kept them stable. When Mace opened his eyes and looked up, he saw an awe-inspiring sight. In their arms was a massive warhammer. Its handle was thick and nearly as tall as a tree, it was topped with a blocky end the size of two wrecking balls. Mace grew a few spikes on the end to complete it. It took all of his enhanced strength to heft. "Let's go smite some evil!" Mace called down. He looked down the alley, staring at the end, watching the writhing hordes of abominations move through the city in waves. This is how it ends for me, he thought. So be it.

Mace nodded in agreement. "It's a good plan, I like it. This won't-" He suddenly drew his knife, and smashed the hilt down on Kane's hand. The amberite cracked, but Mace was quick to grab the broken off half. As he placed it in his palm, he continued talking to his surprised friend. "Sorry about that. It's better if it's done quickly. In order to wield the weapon, we'll have to be close to each other. What do you say we make a tandem battle suit? Just give me a minute to practice." Mace reached into his pocket for some bendalloy, but found that he was out of it. But a quick check of his palm indicated that we wouldn't need it. The bud had already bonded. As an experiment, he tried creating a amberite spike, and was pleased to find that he could. He got to work practicing, creating progressively larger spikes and clubs. As Mace practiced, Tena dropped in. "I'm glad to see that you're still alive! I was worried about you," Mace said. When Tena requested orders he took a moment to think. "The Canton mustn't fall, but it's protected. The TUBA building is useless now. No sense going there. I think the best place to be right now is by the skyscraper the phoenix is circling," he pointed it out. "A large amount of monsters were attracted to there. We're trying to push them back into the dungeons from whence they came. Either that, or you could check on the others. I don't know the status of the Ghostblood camp, it may have been overrun by now. And I lost track of Storm, Devaan, and the others. I think they might be together still, but I don't know where they are. They were planning something though. Not sure what it was, but it seemed important. And if you see Yzabet or anyone else from TUBA... I don't know where they are. They may all be dead. And my honour guard is most certainly dead by now." He trailed off, focussing on his practice. After a moment, he turned back to look at Tena. "We're headed where the monsters are. You can join us if you like. Either way, I appreciate you stopping by. It's good to know that at least one person has survived."

Welcome! Watch for spoilers then (there's some stuff with Kelsier that happens in Mistborn: Secret History and elsewhere. You've been warned ). On that note, who's your favourite cosmere character?

As Kane boldly headed towards certain doom, Mace took a detour. He dropped to ground level, then ran to the nearest intersection. At each corner of it grew an ancient maple tree. Mace drew on some luck, then looked behind him. Luckily, an abandoned cart stood there. A quick check of the back revealed that it was loaded with several coils of rope. What can I do with rope? he thought to himself. Then an idea came to him. Several minutes and a lot of investiture enhanced running later, Mace stopped to admire his handiwork. He'd fashioned the rope into a large net, then strung it from the four trees. It looked a bit like a spiderweb as it hung a few meters off of the ground. He jumped up to grab the middle section with his hand, then smiled as it slowly sagged to lower him to the ground again. That was fun. I hope it will be useful to someone later. He started jogging towards the sounds of battle as, overhead, the phoenix screeched.

"That phoenix is a problem. But so are the hundreds of other beasts running around," Mace called to Kane. To illustrate his point, Mace kicked a chimney, sending the bricks raining down on a Kolossal standing on the street below. "Most of them are concentrated around that skyscraper. That makes them vulnerable to large scale attacks. Fire, flooding, anti-gravity and the like." Mace unhooked his broken breastplate and threw it frisbee-style at a Dread that had been climbing onto a nearby rooftop. It clanged into it, sending it falling. Mace then drew on some stored mental speed. "Based on their dispersal pattern, the source of most of these creatures was over there." He pointed in the general direction of the Cages. "That's where they need to return to. If we can bait them in that direction, or scare them that way, we might be able to re-trap them." His brows furrowed in concentration. "I don't know if I'll live to see that happen. There's not much time. But long games are played one move at a time. It's about time I made my move."

Mace arrived near the middle of the AlleyVillage. Overhead, the phoenix majestically danced in the air. That thing just made number three on Mace's List of Things to Avoid. Right after dying and an angry Voidus, he thought to himself. As he trudged through a derelict alleyway, he scanned the shadows for enemies. There doesn't appear to be anyone around. It's probably safe to store some luck in my metalmind. Seconds later, a hoard of angry villagers rounded the corner. The comically muscular man leading the mob leveled his pitchfork at Mace. "GET HIM!" he shouted. The crowd surged forward, brandishing their torches menacingly. The phoenix just became number four. Mace spun around, tripped, and found himself lying face-down on the cobblestones. He looked back the way he'd came. Some sort of metal hedgehog was standing there. It bristled its spikes aggressively. Make that number five. As the mob closed in on him, he shut his eyes in acceptance of the inevitable. [INSERT CLICHÉ FLASHBACK/SELF REFLECTION HERE]. Then he heard it. Nearby, the sound of a storm. Not just any storm... AN ALLEYSTORM! Mace jumped to his feet in joy. The angry villagers didn't matter. The walking pincushion didn't matter. He was saved! The Alleystorm blasted by, encompassing the area. Mace stretched out his arms to receive the power of the... Nothing happened. Due to the shape of the surrounding buildings, prevailing wind currents, and an inconvenient butterfly, the storm split around him. A tiny pocket of storm-free air opened up, centered around Mace. An angry villager rammed him with a pitchfork. Twice. Then someone else burned him with their torch. Ouch. Maybe the porcupine will distract them. As if on cue, one of the villagers let out a cry. "LOOK! One of the missing creatures!" En masse, the crowd ran toward the creature, stampeding over Mace as they went. As he was crushed by dozens of steel-toed boots, Mace tapped his stores of health and wished he was dead. The crowd arrived at the monster and began to pet it. I hate storing luck. Mace stopped storing and pulled his chronium metalmind off of his finger. He popped it in his mouth and burned it. At that very moment, he noticed Kane running along a nearby roof. With a Push, Mace flew up beside him and matched his pace, running alongside him. As he ran, he felt the full force of the storm encompass him, strengthening him, empowering him, feeding him. "This. Is. AWESOME!" he shouted.

Mace jogged down a gravel path. The mid-day sun shone down on him as he traveled. He checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him. In the distance he could see the Canton of Combat building he'd just crawled out the window of. This is taking too long. I've got monsters to slay. He picked up the pace. He wished he'd remembered to bring a Tia card, but a quick check of his pockets confirmed that he was out of them. At least he still had that metalmind he'd gotten in the Canton. Tapping wakefulness was the only thing keeping him going at the moment. At this rate, I should be back in the middle of the city in a matter of hours.

I'm pretty sure this is a bot. The intro topic is worded like an advertisement. I think that blue text was supposed to be a link, but the filters blocked it. They have a URL on their profile page to a WYR compilation website, that's likely where the link was supposed to go to. But a WYR website is a weird thing to have spam bots advertise, so it might just be someone self-promoting. Either way, I highly doubt anyone will get a reply from the OP of this topic. (My apologies if you're not a bot Rosemarine199. The easiest way to prove your sentience would be to reply to this post. If not... *shrug*)

Picture Book My name's Barry! It's so nice to meet you! I'm a small animal with abnormally large eyes. I live in a miniature house or a massive borough, I can't remember which. My memory is very poor. Maybe you can help! Help me count the sheep! One. Two. Three. Three sheep! Wasn't that fun? I wear clothes, and use human tools like mirrors and plates. That makes me happy. When I'm happy, I smile, even though that's a sign of aggression among my species. But I'm not your typical animal. Can normal animals talk? Or carry a conversation? No! That makes me special. I have no fear of humans. I'll show you! Group hug! ... I also have the rabies. DIE HOOMAN! NO ONE MESSES WITH BARRY AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE! NO ONE!

Stand firm. Stand still. Make the creator proud. Wally the wall hummed to himself. He was pretty sure no one could hear him, but he didn't care. I am a wall. Being a wall is fun. Wally held up the roof. Unlike his lesser cousins, he was a load bearing wall. He was proud of that. Stand firm. Stand still. Wally watched with curiosity as the People moved about in front of him. They were very fast, and had appendages for wiggling. That looks like fun. I wish I could wiggle. But I am a wall. Being a wall is fun. One of Them attracted the attention of some others. They began to hug. Come this way! Feel how strong my bricks are! To Wally's delight, the People did come his way. The dog-pile slammed into him, then bounced off. I have been useful. Woot. Being a wall is fun. ****** Mace was having a strange dream. In it, he was being licked by axehounds. They kept bouncing up and down on him, playfully smashing their fists into his armour... Mace awoke with a jolt. All around him, Crusaders were pommeling him. "Twosixfiveone," he grunted. "But you've got to rearrange the numerals-" exhausted, he fell asleep again. @BringerofShadows here's a updated compilation of my summaries.

I'm confused. Devaan brought me here to tCoC. And he's been saying that he brought all the civilians he could find here. So when did the Crusade get here? Did I miss a post somewhere?

At the Canton of Combat building. From somewhere inside the Canton building came the sound of a wall smashing. Then a chair splintering. Then a vase shattering. "STORM YOU, HARMONY! STORM. YOU." The sound of a rack of weaponry being overturned echoed throughout the halls. A couple destruction filled minutes later, Mace stumbled into the main room. His cloak was ripped, and his armour was covered in dents and bloodstains. His eyes flickered, glancing at the kids, their weapon, then Devaan and the letter he held. "I should have been there," he grunted. "I left him to die alone. Nuttin' worse than that." He walked over to Max and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him off of the ground. When their eyes were level, he leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "You left a brave man to die. Alone, without his weapon." Mace punched him in the face. "Right now. Right. Now. Inside of you. All those feelings. The guilt. The pain. The anger. Take them, burn them. Stoke them like a fire, and never let them die. Those are the feelings that saved your life today. Trust your instincts, kid. Never forget how you got to where you are today. Living in the past will get you killed, but learning from the past will save your life again, and again, and again." He dropped the boy on the floor. "You've got big shoes to fill. Don't mess up." He then turned to the girl. "Always carry an aluminum knife." With that piece of wisdom espoused, he crashed on the floor for a nap.

The mimes arrived to... *looks around* *everything is normal* "Huh," said Archer, a narrator. "I was expecting something else. Umm, the chasmfiend was very tasty. Full of meat and stuff."

Congrats Zath! Ashspren, when can we choose our characters? (If we can do it now, dibs on Allomancer Jak)

I'll come to you. Probably easier that way. Mace was bored. He'd spent the last hour experimenting with his powers. So far he'd been able to make Solace shout at him, and an iron pot fall off a table. The two actions may have been connected, given that he hit Solace on the toe when he did it. He looked over at the other TUBA members in the room. They appeared to be locked in an intense discussion. Maybe it's time I stretched my legs. If they need me, they know how to contact me. With that thought, Mace slipped out the front door of the lair. He kicked a bit of Shoggoth as he walked past it. In the distance, he heard TUBA soldiers fighting something metallic. I should be there, with my men. They need me. He was about to run to them, but a shadow that passed over him made him pause. He looked up and saw a large phoenix passing overhead. A quick detour couldn't hurt, he thought. He compounded speed, and raced ahead of it. It was headed for a skyscraper, so he decided to head it off. With a series of Pushes, he made his way to the top. "Uhhhhh..." he tried to think of something clever to say when he arrived, but he couldn't think of anything. "How's it going?" He looked at the two men in front of him. "There's a rather scary looking bird on its way here, so we'll need to make this quick." He paused to collect himself. "So, what are you doing?"

I just got a hot tip, so here goes... On behalf of TUBA, I'd like to start an account. I'd like it to be accessible to any members of the guild, but they must structure their withdrawal requests in the form of a haiku. I also want one for Mace. I tried to make one before, but I think it got missed. All his money should be transferred to Clay, for tax purposes.