I think I am here.

May a mod please gaze upon mine character and grant your blessing? @AonEne @Voidus @ZincAboutIt

I think the basic idea is that Koloss’ character has amnesia, and interacts with other characters and gradually regains their memory (through gold savantism) and realises one of them killed her family. To be honest, I have no set plan for how the interaction will happen once the characters get together. I figure we just RP, find something to do, progress each others characters and see what happens. If it doesn’t work out, nothing lost. This is of course still tentative anyway.

Hey @Koloss17, I’m thinking about making a not nice ex-Ghostblood character that could be a good antagonist to yours (at least, when yours remembers their past, who knows what the interaction could be before then). Are you still up for the idea? Also, @EmulatonStromenkiin, if Malsam isn’t doing anything right now it would be great to also have you RP with us for this interaction (if it ends up happening). Edit: my mistake, forgot that Malsam is in the Wickwillow thread. Still, Emulation, three is better than two (goes for anyone else reading the thread too )

As far as I know, there isn’t really a set summary of all events in the RP, more like multiple posts throughout the years that have summarised different parts. These links are outdated and cover the very broad strokes, but I hope they help. If you have any questions, the Alleyverse Discord can probably help you with the specifics. Discord: https://discord.gg/fK9hMqCe Wiki: https://alleyverse.fandom.com/wiki/Alleyverse_Wiki Summary Thread (Current Era)

Welcome! It’s good that you think you exist. We were all there once

Got a character Still not sure how active I'll be, but here it is anyway.

I love this goal

4 years later, I did this again and got Rioter. Is this what having a character arc feels like?

I never really considered that before, but now that you mention it, it makes sense in a way. Makes me wonder what style Lost Metal is going to be. Slipstream sci-fi? Dinosaurs?

I’m with you there. I love Westerns and there was just something quintessentially awesome about a Mistborn Western the first time I read Alloy of Law. Miles was a super cool villain and a great way to introduce compounding. I remember really enjoying Wax’s fight with the Push/Pull agents on the rooftops, too. I think the whole Western thing got lost slightly as the series went on, but I still heavily enjoy the other books. I actually really dug the whole Kandra thing in SoS and how it could be anyone. BoM I think I enjoyed for the implications on the wider Cosmere. But something about Alloy of Law just feels classic to me. It’s short and sweet.

The woman blinked once, then twice. Then she sighed. It seemed she would be caught after all.

Glad to have you here. Welcome!

The sword passed through the shield easily, causing it to flicker and fizzle out, and the figure jumped back with a yell. The complex Aon remained in front of her, still only half-finished. “You,” she pleaded to the monster that had appeared beside her, still trying to scramble back. She took out a half eaten sandwich from her pocket and tossed at the beast as a gift. “Help me. Please.” Surely a beast like that was a sign the gods were on her side. To Marie she turned and scowled. “I’m not underestimating you. I know precisely who you are: an invader on our territory!”

The four columns of fire exploded over the ground, singing the stone and setting deep black burn marks into their surface, but not a single target was hit due to Sam’s burst of steel. The silhouetted figure jumped from rooftop to rooftop but Marie’s surgebinding created a hole in the roof and the figure tripped, before plummeting down onto the ground a small distance from the group. She turned back. The four had dodged the fire beams. Impossible! The figure quickly throw up an Aon Edo, creating a wall of energy as a shield, before working on a large complex Aon configuration. Whatever it was, it was large, taking time to make, and most likely wouldn’t be fun if it was completed. “Stay back! Last chance! I won’t tell you anything!” @Emery the Steelrunner @mathiau @EmulatonStromenkiin @Thaidakar the Ghostblood @Stormblessed0421

Alask watched the group depart, a smile on his face. When the group arrived, all that was left was a shattered and flaming rickshaw, a man of middle age burnt on the ground, injured but alive, and the silhouette of a figure on the rooftop, in dark clothing. “Stay back!” they yelled - a female voice - and their hands began to glow as they drew a complex Aon in the air. Four twisting columns of fire launched from the rooftop towards each of the group. The dark slums of the forge lit up and cast dark shadows as the four beams shot towards their targets. The silhouetted figure took off, trying to jump between rooftops. She was sure her Aons would do the trick. No one had ever dodged a fire beam before. @mathiau @Thaidakar the Ghostblood @Stormblessed0421 @Emery the Steelrunner

“Tell me,” Castled said, leaning back, melding into the sway of the carriage. If they were going to be riding for the next few days, he could at least get to know his colleagues. “How is over there? The East? Where…” He waved his hand vaguely. “Wherever you come from, anyway.”

@EmulatonStromenkiin Alask smiled, then nodded as all four agreed. This was good. Very good. “I’ve arranged a rickshaw to take you to the heart of the territory,” he pointed to a silhouette of a driver just beyond the gate. Briefly, flashes of golden light could be seen and screams. Alask’s eyes widened. “I think another attack is happening.” @mathiau @Thaidakar the Ghostblood @Emery the Steelrunner @Stormblessed0421

Alask laughed. “Not at all, I don’t even have Investiture.” He shook his head. “No, I could tell by the look on your face. The way you rushed in to help that woman. I can tell an idealist when I see one.” He raised his one hand in the air. “Don’t worry, though. You can keep whatever you find as well. It’s only fair.” One of them was in. That was very good news. Alask looked at the other faces. “And the rest of you?”

Castled kept a close eye on the Forrests outside. To him, the carriage couldn’t move fast enough. With nothing to do but think, he brought out his book before he could dwell on darker thoughts. Something Dallikar said made Castled look towards the boy, but Dallikar hadn’t been talking to him. “You’re from far East, aren’t you?” Castled asked the young man. He’d never been. “By the coast. I hear they live differently there.” It was the only explanation Castled could come up with at the oddness of the boy. Perhaps he was crazy. Castled didn’t mind that. They were all a little bit crazy.

"You want info?" Alask asked, leaning against the gate. He ran a hand through his hair, then sighed. He hadn't put up those posters up so they could all sit around discussing. Behind him, the the two men who had been gambling carried the woman away, red staining their clothes. With them gone, it was only Alask and the four newcomers left. He stood up straighter and addressed them all. "You may be wondering what just happened, or why I put those 'help wanted' posters up," he said. He turned to gesture to where the woman had been carried off to. "She is why we need help. She is a victim, and not the first we've had." Alask tried his best to sound impassioned. His left arm still remained hidden beneath the cloak. "A week ago," he said. "We started experiencing attacks in the Forge area. Vandalism. Theft. Murder. We believe it's some sort of new gang, and that they've made a hideout in an abandoned warehouse deeper in the slums. we don't know their numbers or their Investiture, but we know they're deadly." He paused for a moment, sighed, then met the eyes of each of the four. "The Forge is a brilliancy," he said. "What I've – we've – been able to do for the first time is give these homeless people reliable, shelter, food and electricity. We've cleaned the water supply, provided them safety. These attacks threaten to undo all of that. Dealing with them will be dangerous. That being said..." He turned to look at Sam. "If you choose to help us, you will be saving innocent lives." He turned towards Darien. "If you choose to help, I will tell you what I know about my... friend." He turned to Deckh, the calm-as-ice assassin who seemed to be smarter than he appeared. Then he looked to the latest arrival, a woman who knew Darien and stared at Alask in a way that made him uncomfortable. She, too, was more than what met the eye. "And for the rest of you," he said. "If you choose to remove this threat for me, as a reward, I'll allow you to keep anything you raid off of the hideout. The Forge has no need for tools of destruction." Alask stilled, having said his plea. He looked to each of the four again, tried to gauge their reactions. This was the critical moment. "So," he said, shrugging with his right shoulder. "What do you say?" @mathiau @Emery the Steelrunner @Thaidakar the Ghostblood @Stormblessed0421

“Obviously not,” Alask hissed at the newcomer, but gestured to his companions to lower their weapons. “Hutch! Westan! Get this woman to a doctor,” Alask ordered two of the men who were gambling. They scrambled beside the woman. Alask looked up at Sam and the other two newcomers. “Everything is not alright.” He looked exhausted. “That’s why I put those posters up. If we don’t do something, more innocents will end up like her.”