I think I am here.

The Big Bad Wolf realised Solona might not have had an idea on how death worked, but he wasn’t going to correct her. “Yes, she will always be able to hide afterwards. And I promise I’ll only eat her once.” He smiled and looked to Solona. “You have to make sure she doesn’t run away. Maybe growl like this.” He growled and showed his teeth. “Like that.”

You could predict the future with luck. It seemed crazy, but the underlying mechanic behind it was clear. With Fortune you could tell the future, with Fortune Chromium Feruchemy was possible. It just needed a different method. And as the Sandman ruined the bullets, Jarret looked to the sliding man and flipped a coin. Heads if he attacked Cameron next, Tails if he attacked Mickey. The coin landed on tails. Instinctively he turned and fired in the direction of Mickey just as the sliding tackled him. Mickey’s last moments were in pain, being disintegrated. Grabbing a knife he had in a sheath, trying to grapple onto the man, and trying to thrust the knife directly into his chest from short distance, before he died. Sam yelled in pain as he was cut in so many different places, the sand was sharp. “Why the hell is the sand sharp?” He cried out, bleeding from around. But he could do one final thing. He took out his pistol, and pulled on the ship beneath him, flying downwards and smashing into the sandman, he would be ripped to shreds, but he took out a pistol and quickly fired it at close distance towards the sandman. Cameron took this time to set another bolt in his crossbow. It might have been hard to reload and slow, but rust was he accurate with it. He put the sandman in his sights just as Sam crashed into him and fired a bolt, hopefully it would hit the sandman.

“Hey, hey hey!” Csilen immediately started tapping Connection, and targeted it at the man. “I’m a Ferring, you’re a Ferring, we can be friends. In fact, we are friends, right?” He looked apologetically at the woman who’d been questioning him before and looked back at the man.

“Sure,” Max said. He mentally touched his bond with Althea, to let her know he’d be home a little later than usual. “Is Asteil going to be there?”

The gang looked at the two men. “You think we can take them?” Cameron asked. “No idea,” Jarret said as he used the boost of luck from the Alleystorm and fired his gun, pointing in the general direction of the two men. He’d never bothered to learn how to aim, when more often than not luck was enough, and now he was full of it. He laughed sadistically as he never stopped his bullets. Cameron rolled to the side to avoid the tendrils of glowing powder the man was throwing around, and brought his own crossbow up. He twirled and tried firing it directly at the sliding man. Sam pulled at the mast and went high up in the air, looking down at the men. He tried using his Pulling power to Pull any metal the men had on their body upwards, to distract them. And Mickey stayed back with his shotgun. His bendalloy had all run out,

Csilen opened his eyes, and looked to the bread creature. It was nuzzling his cheek. He put a hand out and stroked it. “I’ve gone ahead and destroyed an entire unit of Elendel’s constabulary like the failure I am,” he whispered to it. “I’ve killed my leading officer, it probably won’t be long before they figure out I did it, and if they don’t, I’ll still be put down for threatening civilian lives, murder, blackmail, and a host of other things.” Connection didn’t just make him more happy, it made him more emotional. As he tapped, his eyes tested a bit. “And I still didn’t catch those fugitives. I’ve failed.” He looked to the breadmunk he stroked, its big eyes. And he took out his pistol, but he didn’t point it at the creature, he pointed it at his own head. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do now. Just hope it all goes away, I suppose.”

“We don’t have a week!” Roared Csilen as he barged through the door and took out the pistol, firing it near Lenthinel’s face but obviously not hurting him. He was storing Connection, which meant anyone who saw him would actively feel him as distant, unfriendly, and unnoticeable anyway, and on top of that he didn’t feel the nicest right now. He felt the opposite of what he did when he tapped. And that made for a great bad cop. “You find a faster way to get what we want or I swear to Harmony I’ll kill you right here!”

Max clicked his fingers as he remembered why he’d come here in the first place, beyond catching up with Silph. “Yes, as a matter of fact,” he said smiling. “It’s a record of everything he did as Canton Leader. Apparently there was a note on your desk to keep it the same. So I think it was the fourth drawer to the left in a hidden compartment, and then another hidden compartment to the left behind that.” He watched the kid with the scimitars leave. “And I’m pretty sure Devaan could destroy him,” he said with a smile. “Though the fact the kid’s a progidy is pretty impressive, by Canton standards. Any Investiture on him?”

So, is there a time we’re starting? Or are we waiting for more signups? Also, there should totally be a group of globe-earthers on this world who are like flat-earthers on our world, and they don’t at all believe the world is flat and think the government is trying to trick them

“It does,” Alask agreed. “Plus, the criminal area around these parts isn’t... too nice.” He shrugged sympathetically. “We can give you a home, running water and facilities, and food, just as long as your happy sharing some of it with other people in need of help like you. And soon, when we expand out, we can get each person their own place to stay. Sound good?”

“I don’t care,” the Big Bad Wolf said as it ran and approached the Fox. They stood meters from each other, and the Wolf stepped forward hungrily. “But I don’t mess with ghosts. And since this particular ghost has no specific objections to me eating you, I figured that’s exactly what I’ll do.” He bared his teeth in the dark and smiled. “And I haven’t had a Fox in a while.”

Redatrick felt the ship surge under him, travelling by the water. He suddenly felt a surge of power and stifled it, kept it down. His nicrobursting days were over. He was not a giver. He took. Lives, money. He was a bandit, not a doctor. He needed to remember that sometimes. *^* As the quad of men ran forward suddenly three of them surged with power, unbelievable power. Like a nicrobrust, but constant. Cameron had no Investiture, so he wasn’t affected. “That’s some Rusting hurricane,” Mickey said as he burned Bendalloy and the world stopped. It was Bendalloy on steroids. The four looked in the distance and Redatrick was on the boat, speeding way. Even with his super bubble, the boat was still inching away. “We can’t catch up,” he stated. Jarret nodded. But Sam wasn’t buying it. “I feel the power, I feel it too,” he said, looking at the ship. “That ship has metal, I can Pull up there. And because of this... storm of power, I can Pull all of us too.” “You sure?” Cameron said. “We only got one chance.” “If we don’t try, Red gets away, our brothers are dead for nothing.” That shut them up. Jarret was even smiling again. “Now link up.” And the four men linked up in the most secure possible way, with arms interlocked, and Jarret tapping luck so no one would fall off, and Sam as the core. Mickey took a deep breath. “If I die, goodbye men.” And he let down the Bendalloy bubble, and suddenly the ship was racing away and Sam concentrated on the couple metal lines pointing its direction, and Pulled. Suddenly the entire group lurched far into the air through Sam’s Alley-storm helped Lurch, and he kept it up, not slowing until they were so close they could just land. Sam Pulled, and the entire group landed on deck of the ship. Mickey used the last of his Bendalloy to make a bubble so they could untangle themselves before the bubble collapsed and they looked at the people on the speeding boat. “We’ll leave you alone,” Sam said. “We just want Red.” Red meanwhile looked like he was terrified. Sam smiled. They were dangerous enough without the storm.

Max laughed too, walking forward and leaning against a training dummy implanted into the ground. When he finished, he looked up to Silphio. “What a year, right? One whole year of running the Canton, training more students, doing more things. How she it been for you these last couple months?”

Alask stared ahead at the lady who’d come out. She seemed like she wasn’t living the bets life right now. Alask knee that feeling, it reminded him to when he’d gotten that Shade. But he’d turned to robbery instead of poverty. And then he’d reformed his ways. And now he was here. Helping people. ”Have you ever heard of the Forge?” He asked. Most people at least had heard the name, but he wasn’t taking any chances. “We’re a group that wants to help people like you. If you follow me to our perimeter, we could get you a home. A real one, not like this.”

Tonk Fah. Come on Tonk Fah. What you did to Parlin - ah! Come on man, why did you have to do that!

Alask looked at the hut. This. This was why he joined the Forge. To protect those in poverty. To help those in hurt, To save those in suffering. Slowly he looked around at the hut, it’s cloth wall draped around the alley. Alask walked closer, until he was directly next to the wall. “Hello?” He called out. “Is anyone there?”

The Big Bad Wolf shied away immediately at the ghost flying towards him, but stopped when he realised he wasn’t in any harm. Solona attempted to hug him and he slowly moved forward into it, as the ghost’s hug passed through him. He turned, and looked towards the fox and smiled eerily. “Let’s hunt then,” he said, and then charged through the thick forested darkness, towards the fox. @Kelsier'sGodComplex

“Yes, good friends,” the Big Bad Wolf said, then leaned down. “But you know what real friends do? They help each other. Would you, my Solona friend, help me hunt down that fox? It could be practise on how to be scary.”

Csilen looked up and sat down. “We failed,” he said to no one. All of the constabulary under his command had fallen, taking out the bread creatures with them. Csilen was the only one left. He began to tap a little of Connection, remaining sitting. He laid on his side. “I failed, I failed, I failed...”

The Big Bad Wolf noticed the Fox hanging back, and looked to her. “She’s not your friend, is she?” He said to Solona. “Maybe I should just eat her.”

Are boats? Or is there enough just too much of a scarcity of water for ships to develop?

Yes. Cosmere stuff below:

“I’m friends with the tree though,” the Big Bad Wolf said, smiling. “And look, I never betray my friends. So you should be my friend.” He considered advancing, but the ghost, Solona, still frightened him to some degree. “And I can be the Princess’ friend too, if she’s fine with being eaten. And plus, I can teach you how to be scary if you become my friend.” This ghost was naive, it seemed. The Big Bad Wolf could use that.