I think I am here.

Ok. I mean, it’s your first SE game, so things can happen

Well, I mean, Sazed does seem like he has some experience in the combat field, like when he saves Vin. He did something to that Inquisitor. And the Marsh/Sazed fight. I doubt someone could make up some of the moves he did on the fly. I would guess Tindwyl also had some fighting knowledge (probably stored in their copperminds), since it’s noted she was also playing an active part in the Luthadel Koloss battle (WoA), and held her own for a while before... you know. So out of the two Keepers we’ve seen, it seems both of them did prepare for a battle, and obviously had some moves stored up to use. It’s just that they didn’t use them openly, which is why we only see them used in desperate situations (eg. saving Vin, Marsh/Sazed, Koloss battle)

You don’t have to. Like me, I’m not going to make a pole vote because I generally need some more time to assess everyone. Also, the fact that WfY says he ‘needs’ to vote for someone raises some questions on a possible fill condition.

You should definitely try Era 2. Fun, rowdy, a real great ode to the Era 1 time period. Yeah, and read Secret History too. Definitely. You should probably read it after reading BoM, but it works so much better after the original mistborn trilogy.

Yup, you can see this when Shallan asks whether moving a cognitive sphere would have any effects, and the responder tells her how the object is directly connected to the spiritual realm, so not much would happen.

About the Synod, I do think that there’d be at least one elim in secret, to throw the others off, but none more than that. The purpose of the Synod is kind of a village team doc, sort of like the EIB last SE game. Also, this means if we have suspicions a group of people are talking in docs, we’ll have to be careful we get the elims and not the Synod. I guess if we do accuse the elims that they’re doc-talking and they claim that they’re Synod, the real Synod will know something’s up and kill them. If we accidentally accuse the Synod, and they claim Synod, nothing happens, so that clears them. Winwin.

Yeah, it seems the rules are designed to not let said pewter ferring take advantage of the doublefill. The act of solely doublefilling seems interesting in the way Elandera puts it, but I'd think that's too risky, just because of the sheer number of people who'll ignore Rand's instructions and want to doublefill up anyway. But on the topic of what roles the elims may have. If we're going to lynch someone, we'd better make it a lynch mountain. There are too many factors of vote-manip, and it's my belief that the elims may have one or two of these vote manip powers, most notably Iron and Zinc. Iron for the fact that it's a passive 'one vote taken off' power even when you're filling, and Zinc because of reasons Rand has mentioned, in a game with presumably less eliminators than villagers, it makes sense to have a good sense of vote manipulation. If the team is a three-man-group, then I'd say the elims would have a Feruchemist, for good measure, and if the elim team is a four-or-more man group, I'd think they'd have a Bronze Ferring and a Brass one, mostly because they seemed designed for elims, as well as villagers, expcept in the case of Brass, which, as said before, doesn't have much of a village use.

Agreed. The thing with kill actions, though, is this. While we may have enough kill actions to block out the elims, who's to say we don't kill one of our own? In fact, this may very well be a stragey for the elims to use, double-filling on their metalminds and letting the villagers kill themselves because they think they're blocking the elims. On other notes, I agree with a majority of what Rand's said.

I wouldn't think so, godmetals are the direct physical 'bodies' of the Shards, so soulcasting a godmetal out of nowhere would be kind of like you were creating that Shardic power yourself. Imagine it like this: You want to soulcast something into ice (I don't actually think that's an essence, but bear with me here). But ice is water, or rather, just a different form of it. So technically, by soulcasting and creating that ice, you're also technically creating water, and technically creating water vapour as well. Similarly, creating a Shard's gotmetal would also technically be creating a piece of that Shard's godpool, and also technically be replicating a piece of that Shard's very own power, which I don't think would be possible when we're talking about primitive (in comparison to Shards) technology like fabrials. Hope this helped .

Maybe. What special role might a Count Olaf have? RP Itiah VI saw as a man ran away from a lady, sprinting towards the rug merchant. Curious, he followed after the lady. "What'd you do to scare him off?" He joked. "You're not secretly spiked, are you." He paused, hoping he hadn't offended the lady, but the question remained.

Itiah VI wasn't Terris. I mean, he had Terris blood, you know? His mum was Terris and all that, but he actually wasn't born here, nup, nada. He was born somewhere else, and, more importantly, sometime else. A time of great electronic advancements. A time of spaceships. But ever since birth, he'd always been interested in the Terrismen and their traditions, and since his dad, the second successful Itiah in their line, had always been open on what Itiah VI could be, he didn't feel stressed or pressured to become a mechanic or a pilot. He followed his passion. And what was his passion, you ask? Religions. And yes, I know a certain other Terrisman also liked religions, and he kinda ascended into a god, but Itiah VI was trying something completely original, something even that Sah-zed guy couldn't do. And that was experimenting how Terrispeople from the past reacting to religions from the future. It was pretty interesting, I should say. So far he'd gotten looks of disgust, gasps of astonishment, and everything in between. But he still hadn't converted anyone to a future religion just yet, and that was his mission. As he sat relaxedly on a log, he pondered about that spike issue. He knew about spikes, his dad had been spiked, and he'd turned out fine. But something about these people's worry told Itiah VI that these men were dangerous, more dangerous than Itiah would know. As he thought about it, he hummed the rhythm of a rock song that wouldn't exist yet.

Hello! Welcome to the Shard! We also have Hemalurgically spiked tasty weapons cookies for you to get stabbed by eat! Yout should try them!

Stereotypical Adventure Narrative Main Character. Hey. My name's Nuck Chorris, and I'm the main character. I travel around the world, and can survive in situations where no one else can, with no knowledge of my surroundings, because I'm just hardcore like that. I usually have at least a couple of scars to remind me of my dark past, and can occasionally get flashbacks. I may or may not have a snarky sense of humour, depending in the time, but when push comes to shove, I'm a mean, killing machine with mastery of every weapon in existence. Sometimes, I also hang out with my adventure crew. There's the nerd, who's only slightly smarter than me, and the brute, who's only slightly stronger than me. There's also the love interest, who's almost just as good at everything as I am but slightly worse. I am the main character, after all. So if you need someone who's freakishly obsessed with general knowledge to uncover deep buried treasure, you know who to call. I also really hate snakes. *** Stereotypical Spy Main Character Hello. I am the spy. I'm usually the best in my business, and all my peers are jealous of me. Sometimes I speak in a posh accent as well, making sarcastic quips as I defeat the bad guys. I'm a ladies man, and a master of all martial arts ever conceives, as well as a polylinguist, because you suspension of belief seems to extend infinitely when it comes to us spies. My agency, who is top secret, only asks me to do the most dangerous of missions, usually equipping me with some highly impractical gadgets that look cool as bullocks. I can see clues no one else can, because I'm also a detective, and when it comes to shooting, I always hit my mark, regardless of whether physics has a say in it or not. Sometimes, my arch-enemy, who is usually someone fat, pale, and dressed in black spandex, catches me, and when he does, he often puts me in a really slow trap that will slowly kill me if I don't do something fast. Then I use my Chekov's Gadgets to escape, with or without my theme music playing, and will catch every bad guy in the act, except for the arch-enemy, because face it, we need some sequel money. Oh, what's my name, you ask? It's Bond. Nahel Bond.

Good question! I’m gonna ignore that stormlight isn’t available on Earth, but even then, I’m picking the Mistborn. Metals are easy to find, and generally, 16 powers beat 2. Steel and Iron would pretty much will pretty much allow me to fly in a modern world. Pewter and Tin would be great. Brass and Zinc especially, since no one will know I have the power there is no need for subtlety. Duralumin, obviously great. And Cadmium and Bendalloy, so useful!

"I'll take that as you doing well." Rashan said, trying to keep his balance after that tremendous scream. Remembering Max and Mara, he smiled fondly. The tears had still not stopped. "Me too, actually," he said, responding to the Pheonix, a blazing symbol of power. His end. It was beautiful, in a way. "Me too." Then he was gone, wiped away in a flash of heat and fury, obliterated from the Alleyverse. He was gone. Max and Mara stumbled through the crowded confines of this strange building, big people everywhere walking. They had to find the person called Devaan. Collectively, they carried the big sword the funny man had given them, as well as a note. Finally, they fixed eyes on a praying man, wearing a metal leg brace. Someone had called him Devaan before. Calling his name, the man turned towards the children, before resting eyes on the sword. He kept staring at the sword for a while, before the kids gave him the note the funny man had given them and said it was from Rashan Caer. The man who'd saved them. The note had a tear stain in the bottom right corner. The note read: Dear Devaan, my old friend, It seems the time has come where we must let go of the old, to cultivate the new. I know you told me that if I was going to die, to bring down the Pheonix down with me. Unfortunately, this is not the case. But believe me when I say this: I did something better. Instead of killing something, like I have killed so many of these monsters, I have brought something new. Something that will grow. The children you see in front of you (and presumably the ones who delivered this note to you) are named Max and Mara, I do not know their last names, nor do I know where their parents are. For all itents and purposes, these two were orphans, and I couldn't just let them die, Devaan. I know you'll hate me for sacrificing myself like this, but it had to be done. The kids have no parents or guardians I could find. I would raise them myself, but as you can see, I'm a bit dead. I'd like you to raise them. If it helps, consider them my successors, in a way. I died to give them life. Ever since I duelled you, I knew you'd make a great leader, and maybe even a father figure for some. You simply seemed like the best option. Now, I'm standing here, writing this note, in front of the children, in a crater. Your Sethramir certainly had quite the punch! I gave it to the kids so they could hand the sword back to you, leaving it next to my corpse would be a waste. Anyway, I'm sure I'm forgetting a lot of things, I'm not an Archivist, but I will say this: take care of them for me, Devaan. Take care of them for me. - Your good friend, even in death, Rashan

AonDor As Rashan supertapped the card Devaan gave him, it coursed through his body, making him invincible, very fast, incredibly strong, and extremely durable. Stormlight As Rashan breathed the rest of his pouch's worth, he felt the invigorating tempest within him. With it, he could use Progression on the demons. Steel With it, Rashan was hundreds of times faster than any man who'd walked the earth. Shardblades Sethramir, his trusty aid who could shape the wind, as well as Veo, his Truthwatcher spren. Catatonic, but Rashan still felt she would be proud. Chromium To leech the enemies. Spiritual Sight An infinite atium-sight. And most importantly of all, DETERMINATION. Rashan was the monster now. Rashan wiped through the abominations like a hot knife through butter, or more like several hot Shardblades through several enraged monstrosities. As he saw a spirit-shadow of a Kolassal arrive from behind him, Rashan dodged before punching the beast into building. All Rashan could see was the monsters, they clouded every aspect of his vision. Above, he saw the Pheonix wreak havoc downwards, spraying the alleys with flame. But Rashan was not scared, not now, finally. Swiping Sethramir around, he directed the wind, literally deconstructing thousand year foundations as he sent them flying towards his enemies. A squadron of hazeslayers jumped at Rashan but he used Progression on them, turning them into a depowered shadow of themself. As he dodged between the ranks of a Shoggoth and a Strikeshot he brought Sethramir into an unsuspecting Stranger before bringing it back around to blast the Shoggoth with a blast of wind and the Strikeshot with Veo. The Harmonium core of Sethramir was also helping out now, as every time Rashan swung, the area got leeched by his Chromium, before he converted Sethramir into a spear and sent them all flying back to the cage they were born in. A swarm of CopperCrows descended on Rashan, and he could see Dreads in all directions tugging his mind, but he wouldn't be tugged. The Determination bracer, which he was now tapping heavily, aided to that. Rashan saw a shadow of a spear thrust into his side, then pre-emptively dodged the Sentry attack, throwing the winged demon into the path of the Crows as he shot Progression in every direction, taking care of the Dreads. Suddenly, the floor became coated with fire as a Flamebringer ran at him, ghouls as support. But Rashan had the aid of precognition, and so he dodged every attack as it was made, and moved his arm with every dodge. His speed was really helping him, too, as his arms became a flurry of strikes in all directions, taking down more Strangers that were trying to sneak up on him in the confusion, and some of the ghouls, who were shooting coins directly at Rashan. He didn't dodge, but instead let the coins bounce off of him, turning Sethramir into his spear form, impaling them all through one another and sending a truly magnificent shockwave of wind through the other side. How could a weapon be so powerful? A dark blob resided in the distance. A Kolossal Commander was swinging at him, a Shardblade in each arm. Even if they hit Rashan, they would do no damage, but that was a flawed statement, for Rashan was not letting himself get hit. He couldn't get hit. He saw the shadows of multiple winged beings slamming on top of him from above him, but Progression reduced them to humans. Turning back to the Koloassal Commander, a simple swipe with Sethramir sent him into the stratosphere. He was invincible. He was on a mission. The kids, he had to get them to safety. Rashan thought about what their names would be as he sliced another Strikeshot. Maybe something Vorin, like Dathad for the boy, and maybe a Scadrian name for the girl? Rashan pondered the possibility as he impaled two Kolossal at once, then used the bodies as maces for the rest of the Abominations. Just a bit longer! All this time, Sethramir, or Jezer the Windshaper, as he liked referring to himself, was acting as Rashan's eyes, seeing the children from above and directing him. After all, it was hard looking for children in a crowd full of bloodied monsters. Speaking of Sethramir, he was handling like a dream. Twisting the hilt and transforming him into a sprear, Rashan struck the artefact in the ground, forming a tornado, expanding like a shockwave. As Rashan twirled the weapon, skyscrapers and castles came ripped apart by the force of the wind and came tumbling into monsters. He swung some more, and almost 50 feet (Roaharan feet, that was) of monsters came flying in the air, carried by sole power of one of the 17 Artefacts. Rashan thrust the spear back in the ground, and the shockwave sent every Monster in sight flying backwards. For a moment, the entire Alley was empty, and Rashan could truly see horror, for every inch of uncovered rock was painted bright pink. The walls were literally coated in blood. Just as haunting, where twisting alleys once were now lay an at least 1000 foot wide crater. Sethramir had really done its work. Spotting a building, Rashan tapped steel to run, and found the two children, bawling their eyes out. Seeing his reflection in their eyes, he was surprised. He looked like an Abomination himself, hair frizzed, eyes wide, glowing with unimaginable power, and coated in blood. They continued crying, but Rashan tried to get them to stop, wiping the blood from his face and poking his tongue out. "See, not scary?" He said with a smile. Eventually, they calmed down. "You're here... to s-save us?" The girl said, still wiping tears off her sleeve. Hearing a boom in the distance, Rashan knew the Abominations would soon return. They seemed endless. But Rashan didn't care. Not now. "Yes," he said with a smile, handing them a Tia card, the one that would transport them to Devaan's base. He knew it had only a two-person charge, and saving both of these kids seemed... like the right thing to do. As he handed the kids Sethramir and a note he had just written to take to Devaan, he asked, "What are your names?" "Max," the boy said, sticking a thumb to himself, "And Mara." Ah, Sacdrian names it was. "Well, Max and Mara, take this sword and note to Devaan, say it's from me." Rashan began to turn around, but Mara called after him. "Wait!" She yelled, though it was a soft yell, the yell of a child. "What's your name?" A smile twisted up Rashan's face. "Rashan. Rashan Caer. You're going to remember it for me?" The kids nodded. "Very well. Good luck on your adventures, for your life is beginning just as mine is ending." He tapped the Tia, sending the kids to Devaan's base. Hopefully he would understand, why Rashan had to do what he did. Storms, was he crying? Bringing a palm to his face, Rashan could confirm that yes, not only was Rashan crying, he was sobbing. Friends would be lost. He knew that, as a side effect of his resurrection, if he died a second time, he would go straight to the Beyond. No resurrection. When Rashan turned around, he was greeted by yet another mob of monsters. All waiting, silent. Waiting for what? Their leader? Suddenly, a break in the sky signalled a massive bird appearing, a 100 foot wingspan, landing on the ground in front of Rashan with a snarl and a show of its flames. It's powerful, blazing flames. "Hello," Rashan said, voice slightly shaking, cracking his knuckles and meeting the bird's vicious, predatorial eyes. "How do you do?"

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The building bucked as a crowd of tens of thousands of Abominations charged right at it. Right at him. Bringing out the Aon Tia card he had taken from Devaan's deck before, he held it in front of him. It would take him right to Devaan's base, it was preprogrammed that way. He could tap it, and save himself. As he hovered his thumb over the card, ready to press, he saw something. Wait, that's not right. There it was, a couple blocks ahead. Was that... yes, it was. Two children, they couldn't be over 8, lay hugging each other as the monsters rushed by, distracted by Rashan's antics. But they wouldn't last long, and so the children were in serious danger. So little, so pure, no one deserved to die, least of all them. As he saw the kids, crying their hearts out, Rashan knew what he had to do. Good idea, a soft male voice inside of him said. Sethramir. Devaan had told him that if he was true enough, the sword would unlock its full capabilities. Twisting its hilt, Rashan turned the sword into a spear, one that could control the wind, or so Devaan had said. It'll be hard getting to those children, though. There can't be less than at least a hundred Abominations between you and them. And not the easy-to-kill type. "But I have to try." Very well, Sethramir said. Very well. At that moment, something clicked inside of Rashan. Resolve. Taking a running start, Rashan leaped off of the collapsing skyscraper, grabbing ahold of a Sentry and driving it into the ground, relying on stormlight to heal him. So, there he was. Rashan Caer, Twinborn, Truthwatcher, prophet. He had to save those children. He had to, more than he had to do anything else in his life. As a Kolassal charged at him, Rashan concentrated. See, understand, eliminate, use. His mantra for using Spiritual Sight. See all that you can, then understand what you've seen. Eliminate all of the unessecary details, and then use what you have left. This time, Rashan concentrated on the Kolossal. He saw a flurry of images come off it, and then he understood he was seeing all of its futures, every movement it could possibly make. He eliminated all of the unessecary information, he only wanted to see its future in a short time. Then, as he was left with a shadow of what the beast would do next, Rashan dodged. He could recreate atium sight. Storms, he could see atium shadows! He tried to hold back his grin as this time, the first time in the whole war, he charged at the enemy, yelling.

"Very well," Rashan said, and just when they were going to leave, he said "Wait!" and rushed over to Mace, and held him close. "I know what you did," he whispered. "But I forgive you." And he let the trio go, watching them disapearing from the roof, leaving Rashan alone yet again.

Well, I'm Steel alive And I think I am here to live? No? No one?

Caer, no, not Caer, Rashan turned towards Devaan, Kane and Mace, awaiting their response. "Not bad, eh?" He said, his voice strained and a weary smile creeping up his face. Then, Rashan turned back around, partly to cover his teary eyes, partly to see the Pheonix approach closer, inevitable, unstoppable. "I only hope it's enough." Brining out the four cards of emotional Allomancy he'd gotten from Devaan, Rashan supertapped them all at once, sending a wave of emotion throughout AlleyCity. Powerful emotion, and Rashan made sure to keep it all isolated to the monsters. Hate. He made them hate him. Slowly, monsters from all over turned, and charged. They coalesced as a wave, a massive crowd of thousands rushing in a stampede towards him. Hopefully, it would buy time for the others, with the monsters off their backs. Rashan was the bait, and hopefully, he could distract these monsters for enough time for the others. "You should probably leave right about now," Rashan said to Devaan, turning around again. "And take Mace and Kane with you. You don't want to be here when this stampede gets serious." Overhead, the Pheonix flew just a little bit faster, enraged. Hopefully, it was all enough. Rashan made a prayer to the Heralds, Harmony, and the God Beyond for good measure.

Caer took a deep breath, accepting the bracer from Kane, ignoring that he was alive and how he'd gotten to Caer. It was time to make a speech. One that would be heard all over the Alleyverse. As Caer stepped to the edge of the skyscraper, he took one last glance at the city beneath him, and one last glance at the orange horizon, not a cloud in sight. In the distance, he could barley make out a flaming figure rushing forward. He had limited time. So with Mace, Devaan and Kane at his side, Caer tapped his Aon card, enhancing his voice to a booming call, and signalled to Li TaiRu down below, who projected his voice to every ruby in the Alleyverse via his sparking technique. Everyone could hear him. Everyone could hear his words. Better make them good, then. Tapping determination, he began. "Men and women of the Alleyverse!" Caer called, surprised by the intensity of his own voice. When had he, a simple twinborn, become so confident? It seemed like ages since he had first stepped into the Alleyverse, just a youth. Times had changed, and Caer had too. Some would he developed as a person. Shaking his head of the distracting thoughts, Caer continued. "As you know, our city is under heavy attack from the things we're now calling Abominations, creatures of unimaginable viciousness and powerful. These things are not human, and if we lose this war, they'll spread to the whole of the Alleyverse, if they haven't already. Men and women, Homeless from all over, the time has come to UNITE! "No longer shall we be leashed by the common squabbles of infighting, no longer shall we kill each other like animals! For there is a greater threat, and if we don't cast aside our differences, we'll lose. Not to the war, not even to the Abominations. No, men and women, if we still let each other be murdered in cold blood without reconsideration, we'll have lost to ourselves. "Now is not the time for TUBA. Now is not the time for the Ghostbloods. Now is not even the time for the Liebrary, Sticknaughts, Canton of Combat or the Black Crusade or any other guild! For we are not defined by our organisation! We are defined by being human! And being United!" Caer took a break. But there was more, a deeper aspect to his speech. It kept pulling at him. And finally, Caer let out his true side. At last. "You know, I remember when I first stepped onto the stone ground of the Alleyverse. It was a truly marvellous feeling of unity. And I fought, I'm sure, and I joined guilds, and soon enough, I became my own person, my own little part of the bigger puzzle. For we were not meant to be separated. "And then I got amnesia. I was plagued by thoughts of inferiority, I didn't think I could match up to the previous Rashan, and all of the friends he made. I didn't know what to do, I felt helpless! And now I understand! It was never that I couldn't live up to the previous Rashan that bothered me. It was that I didn't have his friends, I didn't have his enemies, I didn't have his mentors, or students or anything else! I was alone! Alone. "Men and women, you should all remember when you first walked upon this land. You were apart of the Alleyverse, not one of its guilds! You were United! Not divided! And this is just a reminder! You are one of us, a part of the greater community. It doesn't matter whether you're a DA acolyte or a Ghostblood council member. "When Mac died, it was a shock to all of us. I saw it. I saw you all unite, for one moment, to share the pain between you all. And that, men and women, that was the spark of humanity that will win this war. For I can say my words, but I am one person, and I am powerless without you all. "So, I ask, to each and every one of you, to cast aside the childish differences you've put on yourself! For it doesn't matter whether a person is a TUBA member or a Liebrarian, all it matters is that they're your ally! They'll fight with you to the end, and you will too, and that's the only way we'll ever win! "And even if people die, then so what? We'll rebuild together, we'll fight together, we'll die together! Even if we have to rebuild this world from ashes and embers, we'll do it together! United as ever! And no matter how many monsters, or how many hemalurgic creations there are, as long there are allies, there is teamwork. And with that, WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE! "Yes, the rumours are true. Yes, I peered into the Worldspike itself. And I saw everything there was. I saw Beyond, I saw both good and bad. I saw all the outcomes of this war, and let me tell you, not all of them are great. But I'll tell you one thing I saw. I saw that where there was teamwork, there was triumph. And we will triumph! "Survivors have holed up in shelters, and are awaiting protection from the monstrosities outside. Think of them! Of you wont unite for yourselves, at least keep in mind the children who you'll save because you worked together. There's one last thing I need to address, though. "Elkanah, when I saw the spiritual realm, I saw an event of power. The Alleystorm, as you will call it. It will bring great aid to our cause, but the Abominations grow stronger by day! So I've thought of something, and hopefully it will help. "I'm going to Riot the emotions of every Abomination in the Alleyverse, sending them in a fury after me. I know it's dangerous, and I know it'll probably end up in my death, but when I'm the bait, the Abominations won't bother anyone else. You'll be free to make the Alleystorm, Elkanah, and any other survivors will have the chance to escape. "Men and women, when I saw the Worldspike, I saw UNITY. So let us join hands with one another, to pool our resources. No man can win this battle alone, and the day our forces kill the last of the Abominations, that is the day WE'll KNOW WE'VE SUCCEEDED! "Let us unite, for United, we stand! And we'll stand for centuries, men and women! "We'll stand for centuries."

I think I’ll be...

“Making a speech to unite the Alleyverse. And buy some time for others.” Caer looked towards the Phoenix, slowly but inevitably moving forward. “Yeah, you’re right.” He said, collecting his things and preparing his voice, enhancing with the Aon Devaan had given him, as well as being carried through the Alleyverse via sparked rubies, so all could hear. Then, he started.