I think I am here.

Oh, that’s clever A (half) silver coin. I’ll make it -10hp, but I’ll draw it later.

I agree with Kenod. I’m not trying to create a monster though or someone to scare others with this guy, it’s just a conflict of his that makes him a little more messed up and maybe gives some depth, I don’t think it will actually come to eating or trying to eat other players.

1. I am fine with I think most things in horror, nothing in particular I don’t want. Thanks for asking, though. 2. As for characters, I’ve got a brief outline of my guy I’ll use. A one-eyed man (has an eyepatch) who’s a recovering cannibal.

Redatrick looked at the woman who’d come out of nowhere. “You... how’d you just appear like that?” And he looked to the man with the spikes in his eyes and jumped. Mike had had spikes, but not in his eyes. Was this another experiment? How did the man see? Maybe things were dangerous out here.

Wait, so did he fire silver at Alask? That should work.

Redatrick nodded. “I’m here for the expedition too. Say, if somebody wanted to follow me, after this ship leaves, could they?”

This sounds fun

Agreed. Also, new move is up! No attack, but I feel the transformation is enough for one move. Let me know what you think

Redatrick followed the directions in the piece of paper he held, grabbing his hat in one hand to stop it from travelling in the wind. His red bandanna was still up, covering the lower half of his face, leaving his eyes to look at the harbour. “I’m here for some sort of expedition?” He asked.

Nothing happened. Lusk rubbed his eyes and took the knife back from her. He smiled slightly. “Look at you. What did you think was going to happen?” He shifted to thirty again, knife still in his hands. “But at least there’s a lesson in this. You know, no matter what age you are you’ll never be able to fly, or increase your senses, or even do something as mundanely supernatural as bending a simple steel knife. You know, when Mistborn train, they have their whole ‘we are not invincible,’ talk, and this is something similar. “As an Atium Ferring, you can do things. But never take that to mean more than it is. I bet even a Pewterarm could have bent that knife at least a bit. We can’t. Ever. Atium Feruchemy has its uses, but though you’ll learn to be stronger, or smarter at will, you and I will never be able to go beyond. Everything we do, every skill, could be done by a normal person, all the Feruchemy does is let us choose when and where. “And I didn’t get your name. What was that again?”

Max looked at Sebastian’s dead body and blinked, then saw Althea leaning on a wall. He jogged over to her and stood next to her, in case she needed another support to lean on. “I think it’s over,” he said. “Do you need a healer?” *^* “Hey man, don’t just leave, hey!” Mickey shouted as the armless man walked off. He put a hand to his sweaty forehead, and leaned against the gate, looked to the other two people. Cameron was drawing some image in the dirt. Probably a crossbow. Cameron was one of those people who only knew one thing, who only lives for one thing. Cameron lived to shoot. Jarret looked to be flipping a coin, but he could never seem to catch it in midair. He grumbled about something and Mickey suddenly thought of something. “Jarret?” “Yeah?” “Are you storing luck?” “Yeah.” “Jarret, what the hell? We’re trying to find Red, we don’t need unluckiness on top of that.” “Chill, Mickey. We weren’t doing anything, and besides, I used a lot of luck on that spinner to get us here.” “Well, the reason we’re not going anywhere is because you’re bloody storing luck! Start tapping.” “Fine.” And as Jarret started tapping his luck a familiar form travelled from afar and landed in a heap in front of them. Sam. *^* Sam was no longe crying, though dried tears on his cheeks still reflected the light. He was covered in minor burns, and was about to collapse from exhaustion. He’d spent hours travelling around, trying to find them. Luckily, he finally had. “Sam!” Cameron was immediately by his cousin’s side. Usually, the large organisation of the Worldhunters consisted of families, passing down. All of their parents had been gang members, they were too, that meant sometimes gang members were related. Sam and Cameron were cousins, just as Pell and Jarret were brothers. “What happened or you?” Sam pushed down tears again, he wouldn’t cry in front of the gang. But suddenly, they all looked like concerned big brothers, wondering what had happened to the little one. So, between sniffles, he told them everything, how he found Red, how Pell and Jones were dead, burnt, how he’d barely escaped and the letters that he’d been sent. “Rust and Ruin,” Mickey mumbled. He stepped back, and sat down, a universal silence flooding the group. Jarret was silent too, though he was shaking slightly and for the first time not smiling. Rubbing his face a bit he took off his hat and placed in front of him, taking off his bandanna. The entire gang did the same. “They were brave,” Jarret recited and the gang repeated it. “They were just,” another synched repitition followed. “And they will be remembered.” The bandits took their hats and bandannas and stood up. When you lived like they did, you realised not even death was an excuse to slow down. Slow down, and you’d end up like your brothers buried six feet under. The pain would stay, but they could deal with it later. Now, they had a target? “Where’d you say they said Red was going?”

Agreed with Sorana, I like this one. I was going to pick the psychological horror one as my preference but your words about how it doesn’t translate well into RP make sense. This one looks fun, and as Sorana said, for me a victory doesn’t necessarily have to be there. I’ll probably make a new character for this, with little to no Investiture.

Lusk scratched his head. “I... don’t know,” he said, frowning. “Everything I know is from my own experience. And I never tried that.” Maybe the body would extrapolate the age, but reverse? Or would it change to the age you had changed to when you were that age? He wasn’t sure. “But when it comes to skills, there are obviously constants,” he continued. “Unless you’ve convinced your body to extrapolate otherwise, you can imagine growing older will lend you some extra maturity, and in some cases Intelligence. Being old will either make you thin and be weedy or overweight and physically large. Either way, it’s an advantage.” He handed her his steel knife. He could always get a replacement. “Now, bend this knife.”

Hello! So, I am a bit lost. I’m sorry, I’ve just been posting some small analyses now and then and then dipping out I don’t think I was present the Night before or day before that (was that the one where we lynched Lum?), so I’m a bit stuck for suspicions. It seems Devotary’s getting some suspicion, is that because Rath died after he accused her or is there another reason?

Horror is awesome. Wild West too, that’d be cool. Seems perfect for Redatrick.

Lusk was looking at the woman who had been looking at Freedom. She walked out of the bar. He turned back to Freedom. “Everyone has a, uh, separate skills. That’s my name for it anyway. There are...” mid-sentence he made himself younger, to 18 years old. Things were always easier to explain when he was smarter. Immediately his entire demeanour, pitch of voice, attitude, all of it changed. “You’ll find not much research has been done on us, so most of this terminology I’ve made up, kay? “Anyway, your body isn’t the only thing to change when you age. Certain skills can be prominent, and sometimes there are downsides. “The difference between you and me is that you have to store Atium to get to most ages, and I have to tap. That’s good for you, because your future isn’t set yet, it’s variable. For example, if you start going to the gym for a few days, and then store Atium, your body will extrapolate, and when you age to become older by 5 years, you’ll have the strength of a girl who’s been to the gym for five years, with none of the work. “Similarly, if you do bad things to yourself, if you smoke excessively or whatever, you will find your body will extrapolate that too, so the next time you age you could have some disease. Basically, using that you can gain a vast amount of skills will little to no work and some thinking. Make sense?”

I’ll sign up! I like this concept.

Wait, so Askaldar fired some coins at Alask? This’ll be fun Reply coming later.

Redatrick nodded, taking the directions. “Thanks,” he said. Slowly, he began to walk away, to the exit. He slipped on his bright red bandanna, the colour of blood, and donned his cowboy hat once again. His normal clothes were bloodstained and full of holes, but he could always rob some more. The dies airsickness him as oddly bad, but his life had been nothing but up till now. He turned and waved at Mike, then made his way away, to the Harbour. *^* The pigeon staggered to the location of the gang. It was heavily bleeding in one wing, and only had barely reached the gang. It read:

I feel like the option to select multiple choices would be better for this type of poll, rather than make everyone only pick one.

Well, I might be hung up on Lumgol’s talk of the Fura-Lum connection, but right now it looks like they both might be elims. From suspicion on Fura to Lumgol apparently lying about an aluminium mind? Why would you do that? So, Lumgol

Well, when talking about settings, there's a whole bunch of things people could want. Like: Medieval Wild West Modern Mistborn Era 2 level tech Sci-fi Noir Horror (Scadrian Mists, but all the time)

Lusk looked to her flatly. He aged to thirty but the look remained. "Yeah, right, no ulterior motives my boot. She probably saw you change age, which meant she'd know you're an Atium Ferring, which means she probably thinks you have a little Atium on you. And now that she knows you're just a little kid pretending to be a grown up, I doubt she'd have any objections to mugging you. And that's the best case." Lusk may have had some trust issues. He stepped back, looked at her. "Time for your first practical lesson." He looked at his hands, then at the woman watching them. "Change to, maybe, my age. Thirty should be good enough, I guess."