I think I am here.

And I’ll be Harmony! Wait, would they be different or the same?

Caer prepared to make his speech, but something distracted him. Something on the horizon. Something big. And flaming. "The storming hell is that?" He muttered, too surprised to say more.

Caer watched as Devaan scaled the building, and decided he would take the more conservative approach, entering the skyscraper by the doors and climbing up the stairs. Fortunately, he didn't see any civilians here. Most had been evacuated to the various shelters. Good. Caer's plan would be easier then. As he scaled the steps he took a break around Floor 155 storms, this building was tall. Caer continued, but occasionally he heard a scraping noice behind him. One time he looked back to see... Nothing. Huh. How odd, Caer thought as a Flamebringer burst out of the wall and grabbed ahold of him, setting his clothes on fire. Storms. Caer tossed the Flamebringer aside, but was quickly greeted by a flurry of teleportive and speedy attacks as the monster tried to get Caer from behind, lighting the whole floor on fire with its rampage. Caer tried to escape, but the stairs were crowded by a Dread, another Hemalurgic contruct. It choked Caer with its flurry of hard hitting emotions before was hit again by the Flamebringer, this time lashing itself to hit him across the room. They flew through various rooms of the burning floor, Caer and the Flamerbringer, but Caer managed to leech it, sending them both tumbling towards the wall. But while the monster quickly recovered, Caer didn't. It kicked Cser as it threw another fireball his way. Ah, rust. Grabbing a nearby dead body, it absorbed most of the impact and Caer only got tumbled a few feet. Roaharan feet, that was. But wait, there was something pouring out of the body's pockets. Spheres. Stormlight. Caer breathed it in, and this time managed to heal enough to catch the Flamebringer's punch before it transported him to the Cognitive Realm and back, confusing him. Ah, there it was again, the suffocation of dispsair. Caer tried to run to the Dread, but it forced its powers harder on him, cracking his mind. Or at least it felt like it. But no, he couldn't die now. This time, as the Flamebringer lashed itself towards him, Caer tapped steel when he ducked, sending the monster tumbling into the Dread. And when Caer tried to fight the Flamebringer, it instinctively teleported, accidentally bringing Caer and the Dread into the Cognitive Realm as well. Only difference was, Caer was smart enough to know to hold on. The last Caer saw of the Dread was it tumbling into the Cognitive Ocean as the Flamebringer transported Caer back to the physical world. Frantic, Caer tried to distract the monster by lighweaving a replica of itself, but a fireball quickly evaporated that illusion. Clever girl. The beast cornered Caer, spreading flames like tentacles in all directions as a cruel grin smothered it's stupid pale face. Caer had nothing. But wait. Maybe... Cser used Progression on the beast, and watched as it returned from pale to a normal colour, and the face turned from a smile to a frown. Oh yeah, Caer and forgot he could use the surges on all three Realms as well. Which meant that by healing the Flamebringer Physically, he had also healed its mind and spirit. Which meant no more monster, and instead the human test subject the DA had used. "Is it still 2015..." She mumbled as Caer herded her to the lower floors, the ones that's weren't burning, as he went back up the floors to the roof, where Devaan was waiting. "What took you so long?" He said with a grin. "Oh, only two storming abominations." Caer said, looking down. Storms, were his clothes that burnt? "Let's get to speech-making." He puffed.

“Thanks,” He said, rifling through the deck and coming up with multiple emotional allomancy cards, as well as taking the specialised aon card Devaan. Hs also pocketed an Aon Tia card, premodified to Devaan’s base. Just in case.

“To create a speech.” Caer said. “To he heard all over the AlleyCity. And to -” he stopped himself. “Yeah, a speech.” He resumed, still obscuring a little bit of information. “Do you have any emotional allomancy cards?”

Shocked, Caer walked over to the monster, only noticing it because Devaan was staring at it. Reaching it, Caer leeched it of its spikes. Overhead, buildings were being burnt down, and people were being thrown around and killed. Monsters crawled through the alleyways. Caer could sense them, that any moment, they would strike. “So, yeah.” He said to Devaan, still eyeing the Stranger. “Any sound amplifying cards? I could use them. Up there.” He pointed to the skyscraper.

“Huh,” Caer said, still running. “That must have hurt.” Approacing an alleyway, Caer took a sharp right turn, towards one of the taller skyscrapers in AlleyCity. Devaan was still running with him. “Hey, do you have any sound amplifying cards?” He asked Devaan. “Like a sound Aon or something?” Suddenly, a Stranger appeared, being constantly storing Connection, so Caer almost didn’t notice it until it was about to stab him, to which Caer dodged barely. ”Watch out!” He shouted to Devaan. He could tap speed, and so could Devaan, but this monster was spiked with 5x as much as that. The battle was getting serious.

Caer heard a scuffle behind him, but he didn’t turn back, as he ran, he saw the Abominations descend on the public, tearing them apart. They looked horrifying. Sunken in eyes, sharp teeth, permanently sweaty, these things were true creatures of horror. They growled, and as Caer tried to take a glimpse at their cognitive aspects, all he saw was hate. Pure hatred of anything. As he ran, he called for Mace. He needed his help. @Archer

Pull yourself together. Caer pointed to the intense roaring in the distance. The Abomimations. “That’s wrong. Even when we stop killing each other and start fighting those things, we’ll still lose numbers. So many of them.” Pull yourself together.

And what’s your profile picture?

Pull yourself together. Caer watched in horror as the friend Devaan slit Hellbents throat, before walking away. Caer was too shocked to use Progression, and watched quietly as the man slowly was released from his life. Deaths. Monsters. If the Homeless of the Alleyverse kept killing each other, there would be none left to fight the Abominations. Rushing off, Caer tried to look for Mace. And a high point he could stand on. He needed to do something. More people would die soon if he didn’t. Pull yourself together.

Hey! Wish granted, you can’t sleep, aka sleepless. Doesn’t mean you don’t need to though. Your Bane is that you slowly go insane as you can’t sleep but really want to. I wish to hold all of the Shards of Adonalsium and never be Shattered.

Caer didn't hear it. No, he felt it. A disturbance. Death. Pain. The bodies of so many dead flashed in his vision, and then returned, each time a little different. Each a different outcome of the war. And all of them ended up with thousands dead. The Solution could only work for people. What he felt ahead... it was completely different. Monstrous. "Oh, no." He whispered, before hearing a mighty roar in the distance. They'd come.

I think I'll get around to do doing the Ghostbloods and then just expand from there.

With a gasp of surprise Caer quit peering into the Spritual Identity of the spike. He knew. The Solution. He had to share it. He tried to focus in on his cognitive sight, and managed to get a glimpse of two aggravated minds not far away. Worried, he sprinted, leaving Voidus at the Worldspike and started tapping steel as soon as he was out of the shield, before zooming in that direction. He was surprised to see the friend Devaan fight another man. “Wait!” He said, trying his best to appear between them. “Why are you fighting?” He had to understand why. He had to try and stop the infighting. He had to. @Snipexe

Personally, I love the idea of an Alleyverse wiki, and I'd be down to spend some time working on it. Maybe we should make a PM? @Voidus I'm interested but I haven't made a wikia account yet so let me do that. Edit: It's Itiah101

Yeah, like when I learnt [REDACTED] was actually [REDACTED] and that the whole [REDACTED] was in reality just a [REDACTED] meant to [REDACTED].

In the beginning, there was darkness. Caer felt the darkness, he felt the lack of light on his skin. And then, everything. And then, Creation. And then, power. Caer couldn't see it, but he could feel it. A force, or a being. One with more power than he'd ever seen. Adonalsium. The creator of everything. The maker of worlds, the keeper of Investiture. Then as the seconds became, minutes, and the minutes hours, and the hours years, the eons of existence zoomed past in seconds, and Caer saw everything. He saw the Alleyverse. He saw its contruction, with millions, no, trillions, no, more alleys rise out of the ground. He saw spikes. Walls and walls of text entered his vision, each thousand essays covering an aspect of Hemalurgy. Caer saw what he'd seen before. Wars, civilisations, but it was so much clearer now. The Worldspiek was Connected to everything. He was Connected to everything. Caer saw Voidus, who looked slightly younger, floating above a set of alleys and rearranging them, waving his hands and moving hundreds of alleys at once. He saw the DA, and its inception. He saw all Investiture, and he saw the problem that came with it. It needed a pin, something to keep it in place. And the solution was the Worldspike. Caer saw it being constructed, Caer saw Voidus sitting with his advisors, planning it's defenses. And Caer saw them put it in, saw them place the object that kept the universe from imploding on itself. He watched as it hit the core of the Alleyverse, forever destined to be a spectacle and yet a saviour at the same time. Caer saw attacks against it, and he saw the spike merge with the planet over time. Millions of years to thousands of years to centuries to decades to now, this moment. Focus, a voice in his mind told him. Everything is in the Worldspike. Do what you came here to do. So Caer focused on wars. He saw history until the very first war, he saw the tragedies that comes with advancing weapons and he saw deaths like no other man. Caer saw how each war ended, tapping more and more of his zinc,und to try and comprehend everything he'd seen. He saw visions of peace, he even tried to look into the future to see how the Seven Day War ended, but there were too many variables. One thing was clear, however. The only way for a war to end peacefully was to have either both sides get tired of fighting, or have both sides unite against a common enemy. No, it couldn't be! The Worldspike held all knowledge of existence! And yet it was flawed. And yet it was made by human minds. And yet, despite the fact that it knew more than any, it still did not have a solution for the dilemma of Caer, and that was more depressing than any other statistic. The first option, the one where both sides got tired of fighting, only ever happened after both sides had lost great numbers, and the second option, the one where both sides united against a common enemy, was on,y a temporary solution. War would continue, and Caer could do nothing about it. As he prepared to exit his Spiritual Sight and tell Voidus of his failure, Caer caught glimpse of a flash unlike the others. Zooming in on it, he saw it was a funeral. The odd thing was, while it was in the death of a DA member, TUBA operatives were there as well. While DA members were sad, Ghostbloods were comforting them. The coffin said Mac. While war tore everyone apart, this mans funeral had brought them together, of only briefly. There was still a chance. A chance. For Caer had been looking at this all wrong. The solution to this war did not lie in logic. It did not lie in extrapolation, no. It relied on the heart. Even if statistics disallowed it, even the steepest of odds could be overcome by friendship, by comraderie, by love, by companionship. That was the solution to the war. That was the answer. And while Caer could see it was the truth just from this man's funeral, he realised he was the only one who could see it. He was the only man who knew. So he had to share. He had to be a prophet, a foreteller of the Solution. People had to know, it was his mission to tell them. At that moment, watching the DA man's funeral and watching men from all groups unite, Rashan Caer sweared to spread it, the knowledge. The Solution. It was the only way. His zincminds ran out.

Woah. This was not what he was expecting when he said he wanted to get to the Worldspike. All of the...stuff. It was impossible to put in words, impossible to even communicate without confusing yourself in the process. Caer saw infinity. He saw unlimited, untamed logic, he saw the personification of, well everything. He felt deeply frustrated he couldn't give names to the things he was seeing and the emotions he was feeling, but this, it was truly indiscribable. Truly infinite. Don't stray. Oh, yeah. Caer tried not to forget the simple rule, coupled with the other two rules, one to not use Investiture and the other not to look directly at 'it', because that wasn't vague at all. Did Voidus expect him not to look at the Worldspike? How would he find it in this... infinity if he couldn't even look at it? Besides, Caer was kind of excited seeing the Worldspike. Had he knew he - A gargantuan something rose out of the shadows, moving in Caer's peripheral vision before prowling behind him, a guttural growl residing from inside it. Stormsstormsstormstormsstorms. Case tried to turn around but Voidus held him back, repeating one of his warnings, "Don't look directly at it." Oh, so he didn't mean the spike. He meant THIS THING. As Caer made his way forward, the thing made its way around the perimeter of the circular field multiple times, each time Caer looking down when it appeared in front of him, only seeing the shadow of the monster each time. It seemed almost 100 feet in height, and that was Rosharan terms. As he walked towards the Worldspike, Caer thought it would probably be better if he didn't see the thing at all, if only to prevent further nightmares. The Cognitive Realm of this place also seemed infinite. A swirling mass of Investiture, like a vortex of... hurt. And pain. Caer tried not to look at it too much. He felt he would go insane if he did. Another thing that seemed interesting was that all of this infinity was completely hidden if you saw the Worldspike from beyond the Aonic shield. It was almost as if part of the shield was a master illusion, keeping the Worldspike in view and hiding everything else. Caer thought that was for the greater good. It would not do common people any good to see all the horrors complexities of this place. Caer approached the base of the Worldspike. It seemed to thrum and pull Caer in with each beat, attracting him like a magnet. He looked up, spotting the tip of the spike being obscured by a large thundercloud. Storms, this was big. Resting his palm flat on the crystalline/metallic surface (it was hard to describe), and fishing out the two zincminds he had been given, Caer shut his eyes tightly and pressed his forehead against the spike, making a little prayer to the Heralds before supertapping both zincminds at once, compressing all of their mental speed into one fraction of indescribable intelligence. At the same time, Caer opened his spiritual eyes, and for a very brief moment, Connected to the spike before seeing it's spiritual identity in entirely. Before seeing everything in existence. Before seeing infinity. Before seeing BEYOND. As the flashes begun, Caer felt himself get vaporised by the Worldspike.

Caer caught the coin hesitantly, and listened to Voidus' challenge. Okay, he thought, wrapping his fingers around its surface and squeezing it tightly in his palm. You can do this. Simple. He'd never tried an inanimate object before, but all things had a soul, and besides, the Worldspike wasn't exactly a person either. If he was unsure with dealing with non-living things, better mess up on the coin then on the Worldspike, right? But if he messed up on the coin, then he wouldn't even be able to go to the Worldspike. All in all, failing was not an option. Squeezing his eyes shut - he didn't his physical eyes open to see spiritually - and holding the coin in front of him, Caer felt the familiar texture of a zincmind in his other hand as he tapped into its reserves, simultaneously peering into the coin's cognitive, and soon its spiritual identity. It was a mess. Jumbles of flashes of people and events and Connections cycled through Caer. This was way more complex than a human. At least living things had a lifespan! This coin could've easily been around for thousands of years. As the landscapes swooped past Caer tried to concentrate and tapped his zincmind further. You can do this, he kept repeating to himself. You. Can. Do. This. Slowly, each of the flashing images seemed to slow down, to become more clear, and to provide Caer with more information. He went back, to the creation of the coin, to its inception. Scadrial. The thought seemed like it was directly pinged to his mind as Caer saw the lush forests, the small villages and yellow flowers. But while this looked like it was set after the World of Ash, it was clear industrialisation had not reached here, and for some reason Caer couldn't recognise the forests. No way, Caer thought, a realisation hitting him like the Scadrial thought had hit him before. These people, the clothes, this wasn't Elendel or even set remotely after the World of Ash. No, this was before it. The time before Rashek. How old was this thi- Caer's thoughts were interrupted as a man darted from the bushes, leaping off of a gold coin and being chased by men in suits. Odd. Men didn't wear suits in Classical Scadrial. The running man flung back some coins and hid behind a log as a cover. He was on his last gold coin. Clutching it in his fist (much like Caer was clutching the same coin in his own fist) the man uttered one solitary word, "guide", and a multitude of what seemed like Breath escaped him and went into the coin before it blasted into the air and flew away before the suited men killed him, obviously looking for the coin. Fast forward hundreds of years snd thousands of flashes and Caer could see it held in the hands of the DA, passed from general to general and kept as a sacred artefact. He saw men use it to navigate their way through the alleys, and so numerous fights between the DA and the same suited men over it. Caer saw the coin switch hands, and switch owners, until finally it came to Voidus, who held it before Caer, who held it before - The flashes and visions ended as Caer quit his spiritual gazing, noticing his zincmind was empty. Oh well, he'd gotten the information he needed. Voidus stared at him intently. "It's a map." Caer said, tossing back the coin. "Awakened and pulled from Scadrial, it's a map of all the alleys the DA has. All of them." That was all Caer said about the coin for the time-being. He didn't feel too keen into the rest of what he'd seen. It still disturbed him. "Is that enough?" He asked hopefully.

In all actuality, those are some pretty good Valentine's Day cards. Now all I need is a person. That actually makes more sense than I was anticipating...