Karnatheon

It seemed that Alask echoed some of Laonin's thoughts. He seemed bitter and judhemental of the man. Maybe he had a past of his own involving Hemalurgy? Laonin didn't play on prying though, Alask would bring it up if he wanted to. "Well, I'm never one to deny a man a second chance. As long as you're willing to work, I would happily accept your assistance. Given the nature of Forgery, I won't very well be able to work directly on a specific task with anyone else, but if we coordinate our individual efforts I think we can all make a real impact here." Laonin stood up, and walked into the other room, then came back carrying a plain but well drawn map. "I'm no artist, but I do know measurements. I did a bit of scouting in the area and marked down locations I was thinking would have been good places to focus my efforts. If we can work together we can make some real progress. If you're all willing, here's what I'm thinking." Laonin took out a pencil and pad, and began taking down notes, highlighting areas of importance on his map. "Lord Moerevron, this building here has lost a lot of structural integrity, and has been put out of comission because of it. However, it has suffered minimal actual damage, so you should be able to shift things back into place and weld any cracks fairly easily. Just be cautious not to destabilize it further and cause a collapse. I'm not sure if you wish for your Elantrian companion, who I don't think we were introduced to yet, to accompany you or not, but if he wishes to go on his own, this building here simply has a collapsed roof, so maybe he can take care of that? I will continue my work on this large building here, and Ishek I believe you had said you wanted to accompany me as, protection? Alask, I'm sure you know this city better than I do. I was hoping you could try and find somewhere for us to purchase supplies from, preferably in bulk to save costs. Maybe try negotiating for a better price, or seeing if I could partially exchange my services to them for part of the cost. Nekorb, while you are still recovering from your ordeal maybe you could accompany Alask? This setup would mostly keep us in pairs for some safety in numbers. This is just an initial thought process so if anything sounds like it needs to be changed just let me know and we can review it."

"I don't know if I want there to be a government set up, personally. It could have benefits, but the unruly aspect of the Alleyverse is part of the fun. And like I said, Everyone would need to be on board with the idea before I would have any desire to have that happen. It all depends on how strict it would be intended to be. Is it an enforced and agreed upon thing by all the guilds? At that point cooperation would need to be very highly incentivised and supported."

After Zaphoid spoke, Fae voiced her concern. "How are you going to test certain types of Feruchemy? Like memory storage? Or are there only certain types of Feruchemy and Allomancy you are interested in? If you read my sheet, you'll see I can switch from one type of Investiture to another, kind of at random. But I can only do it during any Alleystorm. I don't know if that will disqualify me from participating here or not, but what would be the most useful to you? I believe an Alleystorm will be happening right before this test you mention, so I might be able to switch to something better." Fae was increasingly worried her Bane just might be what prevented her from getting to space.

"Ok. That honestly does relieve some of my misgivings about everything. I'm sorry for misunderstanding what you meant by certain things, and assuming the worst. The one thing that I still feel apprehensive about is the one where you can create an Alleyverse wide government and then enforce the rules you set up yourself. Obviously it seems like almost everyone has voted against Hellbent getting a weapon, but the details should still be ironed out in the event another character ascends and people vote in favor of that. Basically, I think that if a governing system is ever officially set into place it should very heavily be equally influenced and agreed upon by all members of the community before it is allowed to be implemented. Otherwise someone could just make whatever they want to a rule and then enforce it on everyone, which seems very easily abused."

This was the main one I was referring to. To rephrase it, I don't want the 4th option to force you to kill Hellbent, but if you're going to give us a choice and a vote in the matter, there should at least be an option that doesn't make him more powerful than he already is, especially because he seems to be quite considerably powerful already. And in reference to what rewards should other characters who also ascend receive, I feel it would be unfair to give Hellbent the only reward, or the greatest reward, just for being the first to ascend, since you or someone you had talked to said that you wanted to be the first one to ascend the mountain in the first place, thus basically reserving your spot to be the first to ascend. I just feel like, if Hellbent has the potential to become Cosmere-affectingly strong, we should have a voice in that, and have the potential to stop that from happening if that's how most of us feel. I'm not saying the majority necessarily does feel that way, but it should at least be an option for Hellbent to come out of this without basically becoming uber powerful.

"So Ark, not to be annoying or seem like I'm trying to butt in constantly, but are you just not reading my posts? Or intentionally ignoring me? You've obviously been active in thread and responding to other people, and given your posts in other threads, seem like you intend to continue down the 'Hellbent is now evil and super powerful' path, so just not going to address my concerns? Obviously you don't need my permission for anything that you want to do as long as it isn't Godmodding, but I thought the whole point of this thread was to get and give input on what you're doing? Isn't that what discussion is about? Again, not trying to force you to do anything, but it would be nice to know how you feel about the points that have been brought up against what you're trying to do here." @Badadah

"Justice? Too often justice is simply a tool men use to justify their actions. Justice can quite often be a mislabeled form of revenge. Based off what you say, I'm sure there are plenty of people who would consider killing you to be justice, given your admitted past with Hemalurgy. Justice in and of itself is not right, or wrong. Any tool can be wielded for good, or bad, it all depends upon the hand that holds it." Laonin said, then took a puff of his pipe. "I have limited knowledge of what can be done with Aons, as I don't have the capability to use them myself, but I have also never had any experience with this Channeling you speak of. What are you capable of? Obviously you must be powerful, but in what ways could that power help rebuild? Can you soulcast? Shape things? Rewind time? Not knowing what you can do doesn't help me know what you can't do either." Laonin sat back in his chair. One of these days his mouth would get him into trouble. He always tended to say what he thought, regardless of consequence. Not that he was brash, he did think very intently about what he said, but that just made it all the more harsh sometimes. "My name is Laonin. It is a pleasure to meet you, though odd and unexpected considering you just appeared out of thin air."

Laonin listened to what his guests had to say. It seemed that Nekorb's memory issues were still prevalent, and the man didn't know who or what he was. But that was fine, he seemed willing to help, and anyone willing to help in an endeavor like this couldn't be that bad. So Laonin was hopeful. Ishek was straight to the point, a trait that Laonin appreciated as long as it was tempered with kindness. Like smelting steel, too much of one ingredient and not enough of another would end up with an alloy that was brittle, or unrefined. Assuming Ishek had not intended the question for himself, as he had just told them all he was a Forger, he declined from responding so as not to repeat himself. Suddenly a doorway of light appeared, and two men stepped out. Laonin did not recognize either of them, though one was obviously Elantrian. Their look was one of a kind. They seemed to bickering about something, before the non-Elantrian who seemed to be in charge spoke up. "A 'Lord' eh? You've got the look for it alright. You want to offer your service to me you say. Well what do you get out of it then? I've never known a Lord to be selfless. Why not just donate some of your money to a charity, or build a homeless shelter in your honor if you want to help? That's what most of you seem to do. Too afraid you might get your hands dirty if you try to make a real difference." Laonin said this bitterly. Realizing that he was in no real place to turn down assistance when offered, however, he changed his tone. "I apologize for the harshness of my words. I do not mean to judge you, having no actual information as to your character and moral fiber, I simply have grown rather pessimistic of those who seek to rule. In what way are you looking to help me? My goal is simple, to help those who can't help themselves. Restore the parts of this city that were destroyed due to the cruelty and chaos that seems to corrupt the hearts of those with too much power. And personally, I aim to be helpful, as opposed to powerful."

"I would like to formally state, both my Author and I are firmly against this whole vote. @Badadah you still haven't addressed the concerns that I pointed out previously, and in my opinion haven't satisfactorily addressed the concerns that Voidus pointed out."

I agree. If Hellbent ascended to a higher existence, either by staying merged with Babadah as he currently is, or gaining one of these items and assuming a non intervention policy, with minimal interaction with anyone or anything, that would be rewarding for the character without providing the unbalance mentioned. Because yes only rewarding Hellbent like this for ascending wouldn't be fair, and everyone having this power would break things, so no one should have it.

"No. But I think we need to be careful not to abuse it. I also think we should restrict our Avatars movement around the 'verse for stability reasons. Enough shattering of the fourth wall could have unknown repercussions, even to the 17th shard itself."

"Yes. You are asking for our input on a very important decision, that could have large consequences in the Alleyverse. But, honestly, it feels like you already made the decision that Hellbent is going to be super powerful no matter what we say or want."

"So, just my two cents here. If the whole point of Hellbent's quest was to save himself, and the only way to fix himself is to be granted an Alleyshard, why would not giving him one turn him into an uber demon and not just cause him to die? He was literraly dying before he showed up here, Ark. I realize that you love your creation, and you are currently using your powers to sustain him, but this whole thing feels like I'm being railroaded. As was said previously, you decided to come up with these ultra powered weapons without mentioning it to anyone, which in and of itself is not a problem. Then you decide to give us a vote about the fate of Hellbent. But all the options end up with Hellbent wielding a weapon of such immense godlike power he will be unstoppable, or he ends up being just as powerful for some reason, but evil. I know that I am a significantly newer member here than most of you, but if you're going to spring something like this on us out of the blue, I honestly feel like the no weapon option should cause Hellbent to die. Permanently. I may be the only person who feels this way, but it is the way I felt. As far as the whole God/Avatar/Author thing goes, I don't know that it needs to be defined. But I assumed that it was going to be limited to the other side of the world, and the mountain of the gods. If we start messing with the majority of the Alleyverse directly, that gives too much potential for power abuse. The Avatars that we as literal people write into our posts are effectively characters once we untroduce them. And I feel like there has been a good effort from everyone to limit the characters they create in game, reducing power levels and maintaining weaknesses and such. But if we started introducing us as characters in the grand scheme of things we would all be way too powerful and I feel like that would not be fun. It's fun to break the fourth wall don't get me wrong. But I feel like it should be in a dedicated thread, with no spillage to the rest of the Alleyverse. Just my thoughts." Tldr; Alleyshards super op. 4th voting option should kill Hellbent in case no one wants him to have a shard. We should limit our avatars to this thread and the other side of the world otherwise we just become OP characters we made for the Alleyverse and that won't be fun.

A man sat at his desk, reading. What he was reading intrigued him. It seemed the other Sharders had decided to inject themselves into the story. What had started out as a simple cruise and exploration of an island, had turned into a complete and utter fracturing of the fourth wall. It made him wish he had made the decision to join in on the fun earlier, and created a character when this thread was starting, so he could hop in as well. Well, no time like the present. What's stopping me anyway? I don't need a character here to be able to interact with the world myself do I? Maybe Fae won't get accepted into the Spacefaring group, and she can join me here later. As the man began to ponder this, the rift in the fourth wall grew stronger, as it seemed to be ripping away at the walls of his own apartment. Suddenly the patio door shattered, and the contents of the apartment began flying out into the void. My magic cards! Why did I leave my backpack on the kitchen table again? Why couldn't I just put them away for once. Hearing the meowing of cats, the man stood up and ran to the hall, scooping them up, and putting them in the bedroom. That should keep them safe. At least long enough for this damage to be repaired. Although I don't think maintenance will be able to handle a job like this, especially right before Thanksgiving. Deciding he wanted to look the part, the man went and changed into his Renaissance Festival outfit, and grabbing his sword, went to the edge of the rift. I doubt this will help much, but hopefully all that time spent LARPing will prove useful. Not waiting any longer, the man jumped off the edge, into the swirling abyss. *************** After what seemed like an eternity of falling forever into darkness, the man opened his eyes, and discover he was in fact still falling. Below him he saw a bountiful island, full of unknown dangers. Well, they can't be too unknown, seeing as I'll be the one writing them. How's that going to work anyway? Now that I'm here, who is typing this out for the others to read? Who knows. The quickly approaching ground reminded his that he was, in fact, still falling, still. Spotting a nice looking hill from which he could survey the area, he simply wrote himself there, and there he was. He looked out at his surroundings. Hm, that tree is a little too tall for me to see over, let's fix that. As the tree suddenly lost about 20 feet in height, the man was more easily able to observe what lay beyond it. In the direction he looked was the beach where most of the characters were currently gathered, and turning, he saw the Mountain of the Gods. I thought I would have landed closer, though maybe the break in the barrier between reality and fantasy has grown bigger? Unsure of where he should go, the man sat down, and rested a moment. Inter-reality travelling was not easy, and he had already had a long day at work, so a moments rest was welcome. Suddenly a group of mimes popped up, looking furious. "Come on guys! I literally just sat down. Couldn't you have shown up 3 sentences ago?" hearing this seemed to send a wave of agony through the group. With a sigh the man stood to his feet, and drew his sword. He counted the number of mimes, though maybe he missed one? The stripes made it hard to tell where one ended and another began. Alright, I've faced worse odds. Let's do this. Taking a defensive pose that any real swordsman would scoff at, the man stepped forward, ready to face the wrath of the Guardians of the Fourth Wall. "Come on you storming mimes, I don't have all day." Deciding to save himself the effort of writing it all down, the man defeated all but the last mime, who seemed to be their champion. Standing face to face, they locked swords in a match of strength, the man's height and weight giving him an advantage. Suddenly the mime stepped back, and taking advantage of his opponent's momentary instability, the mime swung his sword straight at the man's head, cracking him right in the skull. "Ha! Headshots are against the rules! Only torso and limb shots count!" the man said, as the sword bounced harmlessly off his head, without leaving a mark. Stepping forward, he tapped the mime in the chest, and proclaimed "Dead. Thanks for the challenge, I haven't fought solo against a group this size in, years probably. Now which way don't you want me to go? Cause that's probably the place I'm needed the most right now." Looking dejected, the mime pointed inland, as he and the rest of his group picked up their stuff and teleported back to Mime HQ. Straightening his trench coat, and adjusting his bandoleer, the man began walking. It would of course be much easier to appear there, but half the fun was in the journey. At least that was what he had been told.

This is the rules set for a D&D 5e cleric. This is the Grave Domain specifics. It lists what additional abilities this character will have over a normal Cleric. This is the wiki entry for the Acolyte from Ragnarok Online. Some of the phrasing can be confusing, but should be decipherable. Most of the abilities she has are, as Archer said, fairly straight forward rules-wise in comparison to Sanderson, because they have set constraints. To give a synopsis, Clerics choose what spells to prepare every morning, and regain their spellcasting abilities by getting 8 hours of sleep. They serve a specific deity, and if the Acolyte has any indication, that deity would be Odin. They can also potentially pray to their god, and their prayers may or may not be answered.

Just finishing up scrambling the eggs and toasting the toast, Laonin piled it all onto a platter, stuck a couple plates under his other arm, and walked back into the room. He set the platter down in the center of the table and set a plate next to each seat. He went back into the other room, and grabbed a few forks, some jam, and a knife. He went back, set those on the table, then poured everyone tea, as the kettle had begun to whistle. He set the cups down, then sat down himself. "Dig in. I'm sure you're all starving, I know I am." as he said this he grabbed a few slices of toast and piled eggs onto his plate. He coated his toast with some jam, then left the knife in the jar for anyone else who wanted it. He started eating enthusiastically, enjoying the feeling of hot food in his belly. The tea was a bit strong, as it had steeped in the pot all day, but it was still refreshing. After finishing his food, he leaned back, hand resting on his stomach. "Well, that sure hit the spot. Now, as our introductions this morning were all rather rushed, it is a pleasure to meet all of you. My name is Laonin, I am the operator of this forge. Along with being a blacksmith, I have access to the Investiture of Forgery. I know Alask here was looking to help me out with my endeavor to repair broken parts of this city. (Assuming Ishek is here as well) And Ishek, you said you were willing to assist through the use of your Feruchemy. I don't know that we ever got your name, stranger. Glad we were able to help you out back there. Thankfully the doctor was able to fix you up." Laonin stretched, then after standing up, walked into the other room. A few moments later he came back with a pipe in his mouth, and he sat back down, relaxing. "So, tomorrow we can work on fixing up the building next door. That way you'll all have a place nearby to stay. Any ideas or questions for me?" @I think I am here. @xinoehp512 @The Grumpy Elantrian

After hearing the strange man explain how the hiring process was going to work, Fae began to grow apprehensive. She notoced that she had attuned the Rhythm of Anxiety, but decided it was fitting, as she walked over and read the sheet. How do I fill this out? If I write everything down and explain it there won't be room on the sheet. If I just write all Investiture he'll expect me to be way more powerful than I am. If I do this incorrectly I may not get this job. Fae studied the sheet for a while, then attuning the Rhythm of Resolve, began to write. She then reread the form to ensure it was filled out properly, and legibly, then handed it to Zaphoid and asked, "How many people are you looking for sir? Just curious as to how many of us will be out of luck." As she said this, Fae wished she had access to Chromium right now so she could increase her chamces of being picked. Unfortunately the next Alleystorm wasn't due until tomorrow, so there wasn't even a chance of that happening.

Laonin slowly trudged home from the hospital. It had been a long day. Even though he felt like he had just woken up, he felt exhausted. He never ate breakfast, or lunch, or anything. Oh no! I forgot all about my tea. Hopefully I remembered to turn off the kettle before we rushed out of here. I'd rather have cold tea than whatever would happen if I left it running for a full day. Finally the Forge came into view around some rubble. Walking up to the door, Laonin unlocked it and walked inside. He ushered whoever had accompanied him back from the hospital inside, then shut the door. He walked over to his kettle, and as he had hoped, it was off. The tea was quite cold. Well no sense in letting it go to waste. Might as well just heat it up. Reactivating the heatrial within it, he pulled out two more cups, in case his guests also wanted some tea. "Quite the day, eh? All sorts of excitement, all out of the blue too. I'll get started on making something quick to eat here, while this heats up. When the kettle begins to whistle, just deactivate the fabrial inside it, then the tea will be ready. I'm going to make some eggs and toast in the kitchen real quick, and I'll be back with some for everyone. Feel free to pour yourself a cup once it's all nice and hot. Then we can talk over food." Laonin said this, as he walked out of the room. "Make yourselves comfortable!" he shouted as he began grabbing the necessary supplies for dinner. @I think I am here. @xinoehp512 @The Grumpy Elantrian

After some discussion between the members of their strange group, it seemed the consensus was that going back to the forge would be the best course of action. So Laonin headed back to the forge, hoping the others were following. @I think I am here. @xinoehp512 @The Grumpy Elantrian

After being greeted by the woman standing in the room, Fae entered the building and looked around. It was surprisingly small, maybe even a little run down. What is going on? I know 5 crysts isn't a lot but paying this many people that much isn't cheap. Plus the whole endeavor is probably going to cost a lot of money. What is someone that rich doing living here? The people gathered here were an odd group, not just the one standing outside. There was a broken table on the ground, possibly indicting a struggle had taken place, and maybe the room's occupants were not to be trusted. She kept a close eye on them, when suddenly a trap door sprung open loudly, and a man jumped out. Fae, who had been on high alert, visibly jumped when this happened, and subconsciously attuned the Rhythm of the Terrors. After a moment she calmed herself as the man explained what was going on, and climbed down into the hole. The intimidating individual who seemed more animal than person went first, calling out for the humans to follow. Fae attuned the Rhythm of Annoyance as she walked forward. She wasn't about to let them start excluding her already. "See you on the bottom." she said, deftly climbing down the ladder, heading toward the next step of an unknown future.

Fae walked through the marketplace. She watched the vendors, sellers, walkers, and buyers with curiosity. None of them seemed to pay her more than a moments notice. A glance to see if she was a threat, a look to see if she seemed interested in buying something, or the occasional nod of acknowledgement. No one seemed disgusted by her, or threatened by her presence. She realized she was attuning the Rhythm of Satisfaction. Has it really been so long since I felt welcome somewhere that I am happy merely at not being rejected? It had been years since she had been home, among her people, and in that time humanity had proven itself to be cruel and uninviting. Though this place seemed different. As if any were welcome here. She continued to walk, browsing the stalls, not looking for anything in particular, but looking at everything. She was currently in Feruchemyform, and had access to Copper. So while nothing overly interesting was going on, she was logging all the events that were occurring around her, for later analysis, assuming she still had access to this form when she had the time to do so. It does become tedious, this constant switching of forms. Why did the Nightwatcher have to pick this as my bane, why couldn't she have simply gotten rid of my taste buds like that man I met in Jah Keved? That would make life so much simpler. Walking along, she came across a billboard, and began reading it, storing all the information on it for safe keeping. She came across one particularly interesting flyer. Well, I do have access to one Allomantic or Feruchemical power. As long as I'm lucky at least. Which would be easy if it ends up being Chromium. And I could really use the money, I have to buy food somehow. Fae accessed her metalmind, and determining which direction Vogon street was from the map there, headed off. Once she was halfway there, she realized with surprise that she hadn't paid close enough attention to the flyer. Tapping into her metalmind again, she studied the flyer more thoroughly. Fly in SPACE? That's it! This is my way back to Roshar! I can finally go home! Beginning to run, Fae realized she had attuned the Rhythm of Excitement, but upon further reflection, decided to attune Joy instead. It was extremely lonely here for Fae, as very few Listeners had ended up where she had, and the few she met were in Slaveform, and therefore could not hear the Rhythms, just like the humans. Turning a corner, Fae saw the building the flyer had mentioned. She stored the image into her metalmind. Would this be it? Would this building, and more importantly the person inside it, be her salvation? Would they lead her home at last? She approached the door, and noticed a very oddly dressed man standing there. Have more people responded to the ad? What if I don't get the job? I need this! I need to go home! Subconsciously she attuned the Rhythm of Longing, but it kept being replaced by the Rhythm of Anxiety, and back again. She was about to speak when she noticed this, and with some difficulty attuned the Rhythm or resolve, which made it much easier to think clearly. "Hello. Are you Zaphoid Beeblerock? Or are you here to apply for the job as well?" she asked the man standing there. @I think I am here.

Oh ya. How often does an Alleystorm happen? Is it just something that gets mentioned when it becomes relevant to what is happening, and then is mostly ignored otherwise? I'm assuming every few days or so?

@Archer I came up with a new character. I don't know if this is cool or not, I feel like I made the downside more than make up for the upside, and will ensure that I rp her abilities properly so I end up with the wrong thing more often than not, although she may figure out ways to solve problems via alternate methods due to her limitations. I really wanted to play a Listener, and I also wanted to have some fun with it, so this is what I went with. Everyone feel free to let me know if you see any issues with this.