Lord Meeker

Rhazien stumbled as the deathants were smashed into this face. He breathed in stormlight and lashed them back at Nei'an. "I will not tell you again. Making an enemy of me is a bad idea."

"I warn you friend, that a fight with me would not end well for you," Rhazien said unconcerned.

I believe that is all the Mistborns. Do correct me if I am wrong.

A alleyverse character is not needed. But according to @Archer I did. But that can change on a whim. I do want to be in contact, I do not want to TUBA to suffer, as it was my first guild. But as you know mine come before the safety of the Alleyverse and the rest of its occupants.

Rhazien stood calmly. Playing with the emotions of each person in the room with him. Egging Soul to attack Night and increasing Night's fear.

Are you calling me a potato? I warn you not to arouse my anger.

Either.

Completely missed that.

I am aware, but there would need to be metal somewhere to even be able to use Iron. That is where the grapple hooks come in. One the are awesome and two they attach to a heavier source to use said Iron.

Where is this list?

I enjoyed killing you.

Sadly it is true @Gancho Libre You may have superior numbers but you forget that before I disbanded I took all the useful equipment with me.

Rhazien picked up one of the metalminds from off the table, inspecting it, completely ingoring the man as he grabbed his arm. "Copper and bronze." He said appreciatively. "These will come in handy. I thank you." Memories. This was fortune indeed. If anything happened, his memories would be stored for those who would tread in his footsteps. Pick up where he had failed. Although he would need to take time to store up his most important memories he would indeed be worth it save these memories. Wakefulness would be another important attribute. Although that was a little bit more risky, as he feared assassins. His task was too important for him to fail. To store it required him to be in a state of sleepiness and slow reaction time. If an assassin were to catch him in storing this attribute he would undoubtedly perish. He would have to store it in situations where he could guarantee his own safety. "Now for me to fulfill my end of the bargain." Rhazien said, as he placed the metalminds on his right upper arm an pulled the sleeve back down. "I regret to inform you that TUBA harbors a traitor in their midst. Another Potato, if you will, in your ranks. I do can not say if this person is using the Aon Shao or is perhaps a Kandra, as I do not know personally for myself. I do however have trusted spies watching each and every member of your organization. I will give you this information, once I know for myself, at a price." Rhazien smiled. "Now I must be off. Important business to attend to and very little time to do so. I will give you this bit of advice for free. A storm is coming, prepare, I do not know if I can stop it." He turned his cloak whipping around him. He stalked from the room, pushing and pulling on the emotions of those around him. He felt confident in his new powers. Feruchemy was now his, or rather he was able to store Memories and Wakefulness. These were in his opinion the most important abilities Feruchemy could give him. Mace, attempting to give him feruchemy that had little combat oriented applications, had unknowingly provided him a powerful tool, lest he should fail. It would have to be a very dedicated person or group at that to succeed in stopping him. He smiled as he left the inn and stepped out into the sunlight. He had access to Surgebinding, Hemalurgy, the Dor, and now Feruchemy. The next things on his list was locate Kane, an apparent master at ChayShan, and First of Night, said to own two Aviar and knew how to acquire one. He pulled out a small block of molding clay to practice his Transformation. He had managed to change objects from their current state, although he could only manage to change said objects into opposites of what he wanted. Hence the block of clay to practice. He sucked in stormlight from one of the pouches on his belt, focusing on the block of clay in his hand. He connected with the object on a cognitive level. A place of both realms, the physical and the spiritual. It was the secret to his Phasing. Being in both realms allowed ease of access to both, to travel in a blink. "I am clay!" Atha said, interpreting for him. What did he want the clay to become? A liquid seemed good. "You are oil." He replied. "I am clay." The clay said happily. "Think of the freedom of movement." Rhazien said. "I am clay?" It questioned. "You are oil. Flammable. Useful. Yes, you are oil." "I am clay," the clay responded uncertainly. "No," He firmly said. "You are oil, easily burned. Useful, you are not useful as clay." "I am fire." It said, proceeding to burst into flames. "NO! You are oil!" "I am smoke." It replied, happily. Rhazien sighed. He could give it another go later. He didn't want to accidentally start a fire indoors. Knowing him and his ability with soulcasting he would manage to destroy the building in some odd fashion. He stopped abruptly, arriving at his destination. The store was a place where unique animals from all over the Alleyverse were sold. Whitespines, Deathants, Axehounds, skyeels, you name it, the owner had at least one of them. He walked up to the counter, and leaned in. "I need a bird, an Aviar to be more particular, that works similarly to Atium." He said pushing on the man's emotions. "I am afriad that we are all out of that particular bird. We do have ones that work similarly to copper an bronze, as well as bendalloy. Those we have in stock as they are in high demand." the manager said. Rhazien kept influencing the man with his metals. "I can not accept those kinds of birds. I need one that allows me to see my own deaths." The man frowned. "Well I guess you could talk to our supplier, First of the Night, he is rather skilled in capturing Aviar. To barrow his services you will need to pay for it. As he will be gone for a while and that will decrease my business." Rhazien placed a bag of coins on the table. Money was a tool, one that he was running out of fast. "He is out back, just brought in a new supply today." The man grunted, picking up the coins and counting them. Rhazien nodded. Exiting he rounded the building to see what the man had described. A man unloading several cages of birds onto the back porch of the store. "Hello." Rhazien said as cheerfully as he could manage. "First of night, I assume? I am looking for an Aviar. One that works on the premise of Atium. I was told you could locate one. I am prepared to go on an expedition, to acquire myself such a fine specimen." Rhazien thrust his hand out for a hand shake.

Rhazien casually walked down the street tailed by Septimus and Nei'an. He smiled at the sight. The pair was once his most trusted advisers and friends . Now they were just companions on a journey. What had he lost? Hope? Perhaps. Dedication and determination? These were things that he still retained he was sure of it. He kept walking down the street, a hand on one of his aluminum short swords. It was one of the many physical weapons he carried. In addition to his short sword, he wore a broad sword, which he termed Ragrell, a name from the Aons Rao and Reo, just modified a bit. Spirit of Retribution or Spirit of Punishment. A suitable name that had killed plenty of men wielded by a Ghost- former Ghostblood. Rhazien also carried an array of glass kunai strapped around his upper calves. HE was quite literally armed to the teeth if you considered his Athablade, which could essentially become any weapon in an instant. "Atha?" He whispered. A black form grew into view on his left shoulder. Atha, his inkspren, sat on his shoulder. Atha was a woman or at least a female spren. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "I haven't heard or seen you since I placed the Gravitational spike." Atha refused to speak or look at him at all. "If it is because Voidus had to kill a a surgebinder to gain that ability I am sorry. Sorry that a Honorspren or Highspren, your kin, needed to be killed as well. It was necessary." He continued. "Please I could care less if a Highspren or Honorspren was spiked to get what we needed. It is essential to the plans we discussed before we set out on this journey. It was logical and I was prepared." Atha's posture read differently. Rhazien said nothing, he checked behind him to see if this companions were keeping up. He felt within him feeling the well of power described as Allomancy. Soothing and Rioting, Zinc and Brass. He reached into his pouch and pulling coins from it. Rhazien serveys the street, picking a small boy on his left that swept the porch of a store. He soothed away the boy's fear and distrust, and encouraging the boy's curiosity with Zinc. The boy dropped the broom and looked over at him, rather the hand that held the coins. "Come here boy, I require your services." Rhazien said. Showing no hesitancy, the boy scrambled over to him, more interested in the money than this own safety. Rhazien's allomancy, or rather the Hemalurgy that granted it, was no means subtle, nor was it blatantly obvious that he was using it. It was something he needed to practice and perfect. As for the Aons, Mac had said that it needed Devotion, years of it. All Rhazien needed was to access the Dor though it, he did not need to become proficient with them. "I need you to do two things. The first, I require you to requisition three horses from the stable. Secondly, I need you to find Mace ( @Archer ), the feruchemist, and tell him that I need to speak with him, it is important an urgent that I see him before I leave. Tell him he can find me at the VillageInn, in one hour." He commanded , handing the boy the coins. "Some of these are for the horses, the rest you can keep. Now go quickly!" Rhazien ruffled the boy's hair with a gloved hand before the boy took off running down the street. He turned to the pair following him. "Wait here, there is business I need to complete on my own in here." He told them, nodding to the tattoo parlor he had stopped in front of. He didn't wIt for a response, he walked inside. Rhazien placed more coins on the table and sat down in the chair, rolling up his left sleeve. He placed stylized version of six Aons. One could tell they were Aons, but they were not correct enough to allow hm to access the Dor with them. He looked down at his Ghostblood tattoo, which sat on the inside of his right thumb. He breathed in stormlight and pushed the ink from his skin. He wiped the ink on his cloak. The pain came. Rhazien closed his eyes and relished in it. Aon Ela was the first of the Aons on his upper arm. Focus. The Aon that followed was Ien. Wisdom brought on by focus. Next was Nae. Sight and clarity. This is what wisdom gave. Eon was placed under Nae. Willpower, would bring the following Aons. Sheo and Dao were the last to be inked into his skin upon his arm. Death and stability. He stopped the tattoo artist before she placed the final Aon. "I want the last on the back of my right hand." He firmly stated. The woman nodded and began the final Aon. Aon Ati, the one that contained three interlocking triangles, similar to the Ghostblood tattoo he had minutes before, and stood for hope. He would bring hope. He had removed himself from the Ghostblood ranks and dissolved the group. But his heart was still there. He would refound them. He had not forgotten, Aon Ati was a symbol for his hope of re-establishing them. Once he was done he breathed in stormlight to heal the small puncture wounds in his skin require to place the ink. He check to see that he had not inadvertently pushed the ink from his skin. The Aons were still there, dark as night against his light tan skin. He stood, thanking the woman before he left. Rhazien garhered Septimus and Nei'an leading them to the VillageInn northeast from the parlor. He entered the building crossing the room to a more secluded booth. He sat and ordered a Fjordell garha and more clemabread from a waitress. "Don't you dare soulcast this not the table," he said, glaring. "I want finished with it the first time." The clemabread and shortly after he had spoken with his drink. He took a large sip, before he set down the mug he spoke. "It is time that I tell you what I hope to accomplish. I need your help gathering," Rhazien paused to see if anyone was listening then lowered his voice. "Investiture. I need more of it, if I am to accomplish my goal. I will explain more later when we are someplace more secure. Now for why we are here. I bartered with Mace for some Unkeyed metal minds. All we need to do is wait." He took another gulp of garha. "Are there any questions, concerns, anything at all?" He asked.

They are indeed. Szeth made a good assassin, but if he was an Elsecaller he could have done so much more.

Totally, being an Elsecaller, we are the greatest order.

Alright you may return to the ranks. Just know that I will be watching.

It is because I am Profilist bias on profile pictures to be precise. That is my reasoning to my vote.

Point taken, however as an additional precaution, will need a very good reason why you won't betray us.

Alright. For now my vote will still be on you! Sorry, sorta!

As the topic states this thread is for discussing ways to use Allomancy in a new interesting way. (If this has been discussed before please give the the link.) Mine however is about Iron and being a Lurcher. If one had the ability to burn iron and have grapple gun/hooks, one could virtually become a Allomantic Spiderman. The gun of course would be able to wind itself up as the Lurcher pulled on the metal embedded into the structure. Being able to sense the pull is debatable of course. Please join the converation on using metal in creative ways!