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I sneak into the thread and grab the sandwich when no one was expecting it.

Despite efforts to the contrary, the sword was discovered the very next day.

How you say, no sweat

I am not it was a typo ONE TIME

Hard to believe this snake stayed in the grass just long enough to catch a rabbit's feet

WHY DID YOU POST THIS HERE :shallanohno:

I love a lot of emojis, but this one is nice! It has a sweet sheepish vibe to it that the Discord stuck-out tongue doesn't. I find it is often useful for conveying emotion

Welcome to the Shard! I'd never make you choose between eras, but do you have a favorite book out of all of them?

Hello, my fine fellow! Welcome to our forums.

You can use punctuation in usernames, that's fine.

Yorktown The battle of Yorktown, 1781

I bet you thought that you'd succeeeeeeeed pulling the wool right over meeeeeee

Dang, I actually scrolled through here after seeing I was pinged for a while before remembering what the game actually was and losing it. Cognitive dissonance for the win! And oof. (I don't normally post here or like to be pinged here, but just this once I'll make an exception )

Didn't find a thread for this in this forum, so here we go! Dragonsteel Prime sample chapters and TLM:

TLM US hardcover first edition chapter 32, page 225: "she sounded hopeful" isn't a verb, and therefore to my knowledge cannot be a dialogue tag, meaning 'she' here should be capitalized.

TLM US hardcover first edition Ars Arcanum, page 503, duralumin section: Should "reducing other people’s awareness and friendship with them" read "reducing other people’s awareness of and friendship with them"? If you remove "and friendship with", the phrasing doesn't seem to stand on its own: "reducing other people’s awareness them" ("reducing other people’s awareness with them" doesn't work either). Presumably Connectors aren't reducing others' general awareness, only their awareness of specifically the Connector, so "reducing other people’s awareness" can't be on its own.

Not everyone has seen every piece of media, so you may want to not primarily explain things by using other stories Both are pretty rare, lerasium more than atium I think, but also this is something that a metallurgy hobbyist would probably not be able to help them with - you had it as a minor merit for Everette and (TLM preview chapters) so that's something to keep in mind. Minor merits aren't necessarily supposed to be expertise on that level. We appreciate you steering away from the pandemic, and in general you'll want to keep in mind the balance to walk between having it so other people can engage with your plot and it's not only relevant to your characters, while not having it affect people who may not want to be affected by it - we're not going for citywide plots at this current moment, I believe. Last era was a lot, which is why we're focusing a bit more on rebuilding this one. So we're happy to have things we can direct new members to, especially, but also not "let's take over the city again" stuff, you know?

Marie - the Bindpoint Someone bumped into Marie. (Not for the first time.) She overreacted. (Not for the first time.) Pewter and tin lit up inside her, thoughts a sudden rush as she tapped mental speed. Someone at my front - not an attack, not a pickpocket this time, not a hug - ow. Burning tin always made the points where her spikes jabbed throb. It made the currents of air along her skin all the more noticeable. She had been burning iron just lightly to see, but stopped and switched to steel instead, one hand going to a pocket containing clips she could drop to leave this instant if she needed, or Push out if the threat were to follow. In the same second, she flared bronze, then flinched as a wealth of input pulsed from all around. Right. Lot of Investiture users here and she didn't recognize most of the patterns. Something from the man in front of her, she noted, though she couldn't tell what before extinguishing her bronze again. Seeking wouldn't be helpful until she knew more about other magics. Fine. There were people all around; some were watching them. The man, possibly because of his quality suit. You've made a mess of... He was speaking, but she darted past that for the moment. Others watched her. There, and there, and in the shadows - "Forgive me. Lady Inquisitor?" Her attention zipped back to him instantly. He hadn't touched her past the initial collision. He had addressed her as a lady, and she thought for an uncertain second of her teenage years, a young noblewoman at court trying to remember all the names and defaulting occasionally to titles, but then he had also called her what she was now. Was he empire nobility? Or one of those new Sliverists who paid deference to Ironeyes - she had never met one, but had heard of them. Herself as a target of worship was hard to imagine; not as a symbol of the Steel Ministry, not as a symbol of Ruin, simply revering an Inquisitor for its own sake? Him being from the old faith seemed more likely. He was bowing, or like that, and Marie stood very still. When had she tensed like this? When had she clenched a coin in her fist, hidden by the pocket of her robe? She released her zincmind and the clip both, trying to rub out the stinging imprint it had left with her thumb, and breathed, and listened to his question. "What has brought me here?" she repeated, testing her voice. It was low, scratchy - in part because of what she was, in part because she hadn't spoken for a while. It had probably last been to a guide on the way here, but that wasn't important. "I heard it wouldn't be out of place for an Inquisitor to live here, and it was far enough away from Scadrial." Too late, Marie wondered if she should have planned a different answer. Honesty was what she got for quitting the zinc, she supposed. What would this man make of it? Was he frightened of her? Not all old nobles had been, some imagining themselves on the level of or even more significant than Steel Inquisitors due to their own rank. She'd always thought those ones stupider than skaa. @NerdyAarakocra Deteca - Scholar's Court There was only a handful of hours until the guild meeting and Deteca was worrying about it. Some of the reasons were actually smart. Things might be tense. The city really, really didn't need another war or more chaos right now, and she was pretty sure the other guilds would agree, but she still fretted. What if one of them wanted to use this opportunity to seize more power? And she'd heard the Ghostbloods had a new leader; what if they did something drastic? The rebranding - Mirrorshades, if she remembered correctly - would be something to keep an eye on, see if it took. Deteca would convince who she could to help the city, even if they wouldn't ally with TUBA to do it. "Ally". There wasn't a war right now, the guilds had been peaceful for some time, but she still had moments where she defaulted to that not being the case. Only moments, but Deteca doubted she'd ever fully trust the peace. The Alleyverse had proven time and time again that it didn't last. Not even in some kind of alternate universe. Deteca had only some of a grasp on what had actually occurred; there was what was in the papers, what people relayed on the street, what Covert Ops offered in reports (though those reports tended to be much more convoluted these days. She still needed to look into what all that was about). Her own memories were tangled. Some very clear ones stood out, conflicting: greeting someone in a TUBA reception area, smiling brightly, and striding along an Alley, confident as though she was on a road to home she'd traveled many times. And...some other things. Hopefully, there would be more concrete information at the meeting. The Dark Alley would be there - she didn't know if their leader Voidus intended to show up himself, but someone would. According to the Alleyverse Post, that was the guild that had been behind it all, deceiving even their own members (which shouldn't hurt as much as it apparently did, she wasn't a Denizen) and remaking the world. Whoever was there had better have more knowledge about this to share. She worried for another reason, as well. Storm - Deveraux - was out there somewhere. She hadn't seen him since - well, right before the Forgery. When he'd stabbed her. Long since healed by a Truthwatcher by now, but she still rubbed unconsciously at the spot. What if he came back - A man stumbled out from the crowd, dropping another man beside him. Deteca hardly took a moment to recognize that they were injured before moving forward. "Are you alright?" she called to them. "What happened to you?" It was a good thing she'd been walking to the university early. @Lord Meeker @Voidus

A dumb Secret Project 4 pun for you all!

Marie - the Bindpoint Marie had never been to another world before, so maybe lots of them were like this, but - the Alleyverse was weird. Some of it was familiar. There were clothing styles and architecture similar to, sometimes even perfectly matching, that of Scadrial today, over 300 years past the Catacendre. And even, to her surprise, some from before, designs and fashions she thought she remembered from the Final Empire. Harmony had mentioned, when suggesting this place, that it was something unique; containing many different cultures from many different worlds and time periods. But she'd been more focused on the idea of it being not here, of it being described as apparently chaotic enough on its own that she, while out of place, might actually be able to live a normal life for a while - whatever that looked like. That had been true; it was chaotic. Marie wasn't sure what the benefit was to building structures that looked smashed together or half in the ground - she even spotted one building up a few stories high on a pillar of stone with no apparent means of ascending outside of a Steelpush. Some businesses combined two or more different practices or wares that she really wouldn't have normally put together: was that one over there selling both pastries ("Cookies so good you'll think about them for days!") and weaponry ("Get an aluminum knife, save yourself the strife!")? A man and a woman stood outside it, arguing with each other. She caught a snippet as she went past. "I owned this establishment before any of this Forgery nonsense." "Well I'm the one whose name is on the lease now!" "The city needs a way to defend itself more than it does another bakery! I don't know if you remember the real wars that really happened, considerably worse than they did in the -" She continued out of hearing. Could have burned tin, but she was trying to save her metals; she didn't know where to get more yet. Nor did she have any money to buy them with, but she'd Push over that river when she got to it. Something big had happened here recently, sounded like. It was in the people, too; many were visibly still shaken, fearful, paranoid. Some looked like they didn't quite trust the ground not to fall out from underneath them - or like they didn't trust themselves not to fall on their own. Marie understood that; she was happy to have become an Inquisitor, of course, but it had taken her time to get used to how different it felt, the new weight, the pain. And that wasn't even bringing in the Allomancy she'd had to learn. And the Catacendre...burning all around as the ground cracked and Scadrial was remade...she wondered if something similar had happened here at some point, to cause the craters and buildings in odd places. Marie had been getting some attention as she walked through the crowds. A little less than she'd expected, actually, coming from Scadrial where she was definitely one of the strangest things around. Here, a lot of people saw her and were spooked to varying degrees, but they didn't all scream and run, and some hardly reacted at all. Yet others seemed more awed than anything. Did they not recognize an Inquisitor, hailing from worlds without them? Or...were some of these people used to Hemalurgy? She also passed a few other beings who weren't human. Some who were koloss-blooded, but many more who she couldn't identify: gray-skinned people following behind groups, marbled creatures with carapace like scorpions, a couple beings encased in bulky metal armor that surely couldn't be safe with Coinshots and Lurchers around. There were people from all over here, even other nonhumans. If she was going to relearn normalcy and bond or whatever anywhere, here was probably a good start.

I might be able to help with a rescue! Other things might need to be discussed a bit more, but we can all do that over in the Chat Thread.

Alright, and how are you wanting to do that? What is this mafia and what are its plans, why is it going after him and why would it care about anyone else, why might others want to stop it? We want to make sure people are actually interested in this and it'll get engagement before just going and writing a ton, don't want people to waste their time creating plots that nobody else interacts with - that's why it's useful to discuss these things beforehand in the Chat Thread or Discord

Heyo folks! I am writing a Marie post atm, she'll have just arrived into the city on the day of the vigil. I imagine an Inquisitor walking the streets could cause some interesting reactions, if people want. Gonna tag @Voidus @Mrs. Voidus and @NerdyAarakocra - I believe all of you have new characters wandering the city in SeKaan, Valeria, and KanDraa? I know Marie would at least have some feelings about meeting some kandra, and I figure Kan might not be pleased to meet an Inquisitor (she's not DA, but very well might look it). @Lord Meeker, I know you've also got a character wandering, but I don't know how to engage with the plot you've got going on - it seems like a personal thing, with you writing all the characters involved on both sides. Is this a plot thread you actually want others to play with, or is this something you intend to control entirely yourself? I am hesitant to interact with something if I don't know anything about it or how it will interplay with other characters, rather than being one person's self-contained backstory. We're really trying to encourage collaboration this era - is this a plot you want to pitch to everyone, or is this something you're going to do on your own?

Approved!

Deteca: