Vargo Seldon

Does this mean that some guilds won't get represented?

I still think It's the shattered the plains. Maybe the canton of inquisition?

Rashek?

Is it too early to submit my era three character? I originally thought about using a deathless, from infinity blade, but I decided a returned would be more widely known. I hope it's not too OP, but the fact that a mildly skilled surgebinder or mistborn would be able to survive an encounter with him (maybe) is evidence to the contrary. I did throw in some stuff from infinity blade anyway, because it was too good to pass over.

A rod of molten light appeared vertically in the air. A man lunged forward, and the rod expanded horizontally. It opened to reveal a dark alley beyond, and the edges sliced the man in half as cleanly as if he'd been born that way. Two men stepped out. One was short of stature and didn't appear very threatening, and the other was tall, imposing, and had silvery skin and hair. Galvris surveyed the carnage beyond the gateway, and quickly erected a ward around the two companions. The ward would burn everything that entered to a crisp, indeed, several arrows and unfortunate men passed the barrier and disappeared in a flash of fire. Galvris constructed a sword of fire, dropped the ward, and charged in to the fray tossing energy bolts and fire. A man struck at him, and Galvirs wasn't able to raise his sword in time to block. The man swung, and the sword passed through Galvris's midsection, disturbing his form but leaving him unharmed. Galvris grinned at the man's incredulous expression and a ball of energy began glowing in his hand. He released it, and it shot forward, melting through the and continuing on to claim other victims... Aeodin was swarmed the moment Galvris dropped the ward. Enemies quickly rushed at him from all sides. He raised his hand, and one of the rings on his finger flashed with Aon Daa. Energy lept out of the cognitive realm, and consumed a large number of enemies. He raised his hand, and quickly drew an Aon. The core was Aon Ehe, and many modifiers and parameters were added, almost obscuring the original Aon. The soldiers, previously kept back from fear of his Aons, were beginning to cautiously advance. By the time Aeodin was done, the soldiers had abandoned their caution and were charging at him at full tilt. Aeodin turned towards the soldiers and smiled. The ones in front faltered, but were pushed forward by their comrades behind. At that moment, the complex Aons beside Aeodin activated. Fire materialized in the air, and swirled around Aeodin in an increasingly large pillar of fire. It began to swell to gigantic proportions, reaching the ceiling and consuming men in great swaths from up to twenty feet away from the center. The heat was such that the ground under it turned to glass. And still, Aeodin stood in the center, his flesh melting off of his face but regrowing continuously due to an Aon he had drawn. And still the pillar grew, Aeodin, standing in the middle grinning like a psychopathic pyromaniac with a large box of dynamite, appeared to be controlling it with his hands. He advanced through the army...

Great. I sadly missed the battle, so I don't know how to get rid of my characters.

The shattered plains?

Galvirs and Aeodin showed up. "Did I miss anything important?" Asked Galvris.

Meta is actually the representative for the Diagramists, unless there was a change that I didn't know about.

Well of ascension original location.

Great. Just tell me and I'll be there.

Great, when is the big battle with everybody dying happening?

Roger roger.

Aeodin shook his head and said, "No, I've never heard of that place. I havn't spent much time around alleycity, much less gone shopping." He finished dragging the final body to the hole, and his muscles shrank down, and his robes sagged on his slight frame. He suddenly looked rather deflated. He stepped to the side and sat down. An instant later, a shaft of light appeared in the air. It widened, and opened to reveal a dark landscape behind. A short man stepped through, and it winked shut behind him. He looked around, regarding the scene. He then turned to Aeodin, who had stood up, and was apparently waiting for the newcomer to speak. "It's time," said Galvris.

No, I'm not mistaken. And don't call me Shirley. I know this doesnt apply to me, but I just couldn't resist.

A thin shimmering bar of light appeared in the air. It expanded horizontally, and framed a landscape beyond. A man stepped through and surveyed city. He was short of stature, and walked like a cat. Lithe and dangerous. After securing the area beyond, he gestured towards himself from the portal. Two men came through, carrying a large crate. Then two more, carrying another large crate. Then two more. Then two more. Then two more. About twenty loads like this came through. Galvris nodded, and turned to the contractor. "You have the payment?" The contractor asked in a scratchy voice. "Of course. You doubt my veracity?" Galvris countered. "Of course not." The contractor said in a voice that somehow managed to sound smooth and scratchy at the same time. The air warped and rippled right next to Galvris, and he stuck his hand in the fold. When he drew it out, there was a perfectly cut gemstone in it. The gemstone glowed with the light of a thousand suns. Well, maybe not a thousand. Maybe more like one or two. "Stormlight is the purest form of investiture I could find," Galvris explained. "Clever, hiding it in Tel'aran'rhiod," the contractor said, "Full points for style. The payment is accepted." The man gathered his workers, and stepped back through the gateway, which winked closed behind him. Galvris channeled air, and lifted all twenty of the cases, which makes one wonder why he hired workers in the first place, and nonchalantly walked into the city. He was temporarily hampered by the Aonic barrier, but just cut it down with an axe of spirit flows. He set down the cases, and by the sweat on his brow, it probably wasn't as easy as he made out. He called out to the darkness, "Hey, I've got the weapons you wanted. No answer? Ok then." He opened a gateway in the middle of city. It sheared through a rock as it opened, and two halves of the rock fell away. Gateways could be used to frightening efficiency. He stepped through, and the gateway winked out, perhaps for the last time.

The recreance

So, I have a rather large shipment of weapons for the ghostbloods, per our deal. Anywhere specific you want me to drop it off?

That's a great idea. I was so confused when I first joined...

Aeodin nodded at Laonin's argument. It made since, except for one point. "The difference between you and these," he said, gesturing to the fallen monks, "Is that they came into a life of killing intentionally. You had it forced upon you." He continued, speaking while he piled bones in a fire, "I don't blame epics for what they do, the darkness makes them do it. Heck, Galvris once committed thousands of atrocities, but he was under the influence of a powerful being. These," he gestured at the monks, "Want nothing more than to kill, and they became Dahkor so they could kill better."