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Perses was expecting visitors, so of course he had left the door open a crack. With a brief pull, the door slowly swung open. He made sure to stay out of eyesight from the door, forcing the man to enter the room. ”Come in, come in. We have much to discuss.” Perses admitted the room was not in the best of shape. There were seats strewn about the place, with fallen papers in various places, some stained with patches of blood. He had tried to remove any obvious blood stains, but had accepted that the room will smell faintly of death. It was, in all honestly, not a particularly nice place to be. However, it beat his actual apartment as a meeting place. “I apologize for the mess. There was only so much I could do given the notice.” Perses didn’t like sitting. It felt…restrictive. Instead, he stood behind the main desk, with most of the items that used to be on it still strewn on the floor. He didn’t want to fight if possible, but if it was necessary, a clear desk was better. “And please, close the door on your way in.”

Are you asking about yourself or someone else? Because if it’s the latter, generally asking em is a good move.

Plutus brushed the parrot off of his shoulders. So much for well trained. His brief moment of indignance was quickly replaced with curiosity as the trapper brought out a peculiar device. Curious indeed. ”What exactly is that? It is not an object I’m familiar with,” they asked. “More importantly, what is it meant to do when it is working?” This trapper was a fascinating fellow indeed. The Cauldron was full of peculiar characters, but Plutus had hardly seen someone with such mystery. A trapper with Taldaini weaponry, a light-line, and an immensely intriguing mystery item. This customer had nearly brightened up this dreary day all by themselves. ————————————- Perses, The Mistwarrens, 0334 Tin Street. The air today was somehow more dusty than normal. Sure, he was sitting in an abandoned office that clearly hadn’t been touched in at least a week, but the place felt like it had been left alone for much longer. Yet Perses could swear that this place was occupied a mere week ago. Strange. Well, that was unimportant. He paced the office, awakened cloak billowing behind him. He didn’t wear his blinder’s glasses. He didn’t need to. This was about giving a display, not seeming ordinary. The cloak felt ominous, and as much as he was initially put off by the design, it had grown on him. He was death. He was destruction. Perses reached out with his lifesense, checking the surrounding area. There were a few people on the streets, but most were within their homes. Force of habit, he supposed. At this hour, the Tin Street mafia liked to skulk the streets, looking for trouble. But now, the street was quiet. Just the rustle of a passerby and the beating of heartbeats. As he was probing, he felt a figure approach. Finally, our guest is here. @RoyalBeeMage@Stormlightsong

So have you read the plot summary thread? It gives a nice run down of what’s going on at the moment. Past that, This is a run down of what’s going on in the current episode. If any of that intrigues you, feel free to reach out to that person! Otherwise, I have a spore-eater that would interact…interestingly with your character.

So there isn’t a proper map, and it’s fair to RP as if any district you want shares an edge with any other district. Notably, Mistkeep is separated by The Corridor from Smokestack, and the Mistwarrens snake the edge of the three as a more impoverished area that don’t particularly belong to any of the three. Otherwise, it’s intentionally nebulous. If you want to have an intro to things, you are free to do it solo, or I can RP an NPC for you! I’m doing something similar with @Longshot97’s character.

This trapper was just full of surprises. A Taldain zinkall and sword, with a light-line. Though it was not Plutus’ place to ask. “Ah. What you have there is a light-line,” she said, motioning to the device. “They require power cells to function. Luckily for you, I happen to have just the stuff.” Tapping their Coppermind, they made their way over to a shelf and plucked a few small batteries. He also grabbed a small cloth case from a different shelf. Plutus returned, placing the two items on the counter top. “Will that be all for you today?” Plutus said, wearing a kindly smile, eyeing the parrot warily. It seemed well trained.

Alright. I should prooobably post some of my NPCs here, just for future reference. Feel free to use any of these for your own purposes or ask me to RP them with your character. Just ask, and I’ll help out! Venser Phemus Plutus

@Tamriel Wolfsbaine I’ve shifted your post to this topic, as the collaboration thread is the place you’re looking for ;).

Hmmm. We’ll have to discuss that more in depth. It seems possible, but the question boils down to how many villains we want next era. Once we get to the end of this episode, which I think will wrap up pretty soon after @Stormlightsong and @TheFrugalWizard finish their scene, I’ll get into the potential plans for next era.

Excellent question! @Stormlightsongmight have something to do before our meeting, but that’s up to them to decide.

That might end up running a dangerous route with canon compliance (see: updated etiquette guide), but it isn’t a particularly problematic offender, so I can probably let it slide. Side note: this is probably a better conversation to have in the character discussion thread, as this thread is just for posting and approving character sheets.

I mean, it looks awesome! Easiest approve of my approving career thus far. (I mean obviously it helps that you sought my council before posting this, but ya know )

Plutus gave the human a brief once over. Aviar, trackers gear. One didn't often encounter a trapper in these parts. "Welcome to Constellation, the answer to all of your desires. What can I do for you?" She extended her arms outward, motioning to the plethora of items surrounding the shop. Their robe's sleeves fell back a bit at this motion, revealing the many intricate rings on his fingers. Most were decorative, all with their own meaning. Some, however, were precious copperminds. Though she was not born an archivist, the medallion underneath her robes provided immense utility. Beside their family's vast fortune, the medallion was one of the largest reasons for this shop's success. One of the few items in this store not for sale.

Week Eight Perses emerged from the manor, heart pounding. He had finally escaped. What time of day was it? Where would he go? Did his old apartment still exist under his name? He supposed he hadn’t paid rent, so the odds were low. They must have presumed he was dead. He supposed in a way, that wasn’t far from the truth. The time he had spent in that manor had been absolute hell. Starving, thirsty, alone. Powerless. Yet he had managed to escape. By sheer luck, a pathway led to the exit of the manor. At first, he didn’t believe it. It felt unreal. The fresh air, the warmth. The sound of people; their breathing, their footsteps. He had assumed it was another trick. But no, he was out. He didn’t remember what had happened before that, but it didn’t matter. Things start to blend together when you spend that much time trapped in an abandoned manor. Gone were the days where he had to scramble to find food, or to reach a single pitcher of water wedged behind a piece of furniture. Gone were the days where he felt powerless, where nothing he did could change his situation. At last. I am finally free. —————————————————- First things first. He was a changed man, and he needed to ensure that he would never be powerless like that again. He needed to become stronger, better. He was done being weak and afraid. He was done following orders. He was done being pushed around. Perses knew what he had to do. It wasn’t right, but he was done being a coward. His morals had held him back, all these years. If instead of begging for it, he had taken what he deserved, Perses would have never been in this mess in the first place. He wouldn’t have needed the money, or needed others to guide his hand. A grin grew on Perses’ face. The world shall fear my power. ……..

Perses returned a smile. “Might we be able to discuss this in depth later? My house is at 0334 Tin Street. If the leader of this operation could stop by at some point tomorrow, that would be excellent. Let’s say 18:00.” Of course, that address was not actually his. In reality, it was the now abandoned office of the second in command of the Tin Street Mafia. Perses had ensured he wouldn’t be needing it last week. Perses turned to go, smile still holding. “I am a busy man, and have places to be. I hope we can reach an agreement.” Soon, the Mistwarrens will be ours.

Uhhh probably not too long, but this next era is definitely something I’m going to want to make sure everyone RPing is cool with. I’ll reveal more details once we start getting into the final episodes of this era. Do you have something in mind?

A brief update on this: it seems to be a consistent issue with logging into multiple devices. I am unable to log into my computer if I’m also logged into my phone and so on. If this is intentional, it would be great to be notified when that’s the issue and not “sorry wrong password”. For reference, I am using an iPhone and a Windows computer.

Okay! I’ll mock something up. Do you want the scene to start with me setting the scene of the shop and the NPC?

Perses frowned. He had no quarrel with the refugees, just with the radiants who ran them. Helping people below him was not an issue; it was when some of them decide to confront those that were causing what they perceived as problems for the people that becomes a problem. And knowing radiants, that was bound to happen at one point or another. ”Are you the one in charge of this operation?” Perses asked calmly. He wouldn’t cause a scene here. It was…unnecessary. Though it would certainly make things easier… ”I have concerns regarding the placement of this operation and the potential effect it will have on the economic reliance of the area on the Sphere.” Perses put on a smile. “Given the rocky history many of us Scadrisns have with Rosharans, that could cause some troubling developments between the districts if not carefully regulated” Perse hoped that sounded somewhat convincing. In truth, he could care less about involvement with the Sphere. However, he was being truthful about one thing. He wanted these radiants off his turf. Plutus, The Cauldron, Constellation. Constellation was a peculiar shop. With a dome-like interior and only a few sources of light, the shop seemed abandoned at first glance. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the store was far from empty. Across all of the walls, the spotty lighting revealed countless different items of seemingly endless shapes and sizes. Malwish masks, Idrian fabrics, gemhearts of varying colors. Food, weapons, clothing, tools, all along the curved edges of the room, in what appeared to be completely random arrangements. The source of the most light, though it was not much, was a gigantic contraption in the center of the room. A gyroscopic device, with varying concentric circles slowly rotating in all directions. It seemed to defy gravity, which was likely to be the case. An intricate fabricator, one that turned the store from an odd pawn shop into one of the most popular stores in the district. However today, business was strangely slow. Plutus stood at their desk, rapping their knuckles impatiently. Only fifteen customers thus far, 40% of what they usually get. Was there a holiday today? A special event? He had heard of troubles in other districts, but nothing was amiss in this part of the city. Plutus dug through their robes with two of her hands, keeping her rightmost hand still rapping the countertop. No, there was nothing unusual about today, not that they could recall. Briefly probing their metalminds, Plutus found nothing either. He reached over with his upper right hand, grabbing the store's ledger from the shelf above them. Sales were down by 60% yesterday as well. Something to keep an eye on. Well, they needed to look presentable if anyone did show up. Today's hair dye was coming off already. The fact that there was no good hair products for Plutus' hair was endlessly irritating. Sho-Del require hair products that are distinct from other species, but even the highest quality dyes hardly lasted a few days in Plutus' hair. Curse her parents' genetics! With a brief bit of lightweaving, Plutus fixed up the patches of hair where his pearly white hair was showing. It wasn't that they were ashamed by it. Every Sho Del's hair was white. Though with his albinism, it just looked wrong. Instead, she decided to spice it up a bit. Her hair returned to an obsidian black, complimenting their robes. At least now she could control what color hair they had. A harmonic chime mysteriously sounded as the door to the shop opened. The augmented Aon DeoDao was surprisingly useful, and in Plutus' opinion, helped the atmosphere significantly. Finally, She thought. A customer. @Longshot97

No worries! We’ve just been starting back up, so you haven’t missed much at all.

Venser? Maybe, but the odds aren’t good. If you want to RP it, the Cauldron would be the district to go to. I can mock up an npc, if you give me a vibe to work towards. RP practice seems like a great idea!

So what RP system are you thinking of balancing this for? I’m not really the best person to ask about this, as I am not super experienced with a variety of different systems, but if it is DM led, asking them about a solid conversion rate might be useful. I suspect that it depends on the aetherbound on how much volume of substance can be created with the same volume of water. However, a standardized “gallon/pint/whatever of water=X square feet/meters of Aether” could be a solution. It can be a bit clunky and requiring imagination, but that’s what happens with something as versatile as an aetherbound. Now, I feel that I would be a bad moderator if I didn’t use this as an opportunity to plug something. Have you considered joining the Alleyverse RP? I’m the head mod there, and it is a collaborative free form forum RP right here on the Shard! It is based in the Alleyverse, a dimension where all of the different planets and magic systems of Brandon Sanderson (even non-Cosmere!) can slip into. It’s a blast, and we always welcome newcomers! It’s not the same as a TTRPG, but it is very fun if you like the storytelling aspect of roleplay! As an example of the potential here, I currently have an edgedancer that has killed her spren and has since been parasitized by a midnight spore. The possibilities are endless!

Perses, The Mistwarrens, Edgedancer Shelter. Perses had returned to the Mistwarrens, with his new coat carefully tucked away. Someday, he would don it. However today, blending in would prove useful. He wore a standard overcoat instead. If he remembered correctly, it was brown. Along with it, a matching cap, which he hoped was complimentary with his blinder’s glasses. Upon his return, he had made sure the Tin Street Mafia was well and truly gone. Luckily for him, his efforts seemed to have broken them sufficiently. However, during his investigation, he discovered that radiants were encroaching on his territory. He didn’t know much of them, but he knew that they had to go. Perses approached the nearest figure that seemed to be relatively in charge. ”Hello there. I see you have quite the shelter here. What brings radiants out into the Mistwarrens? Folks around here aren’t typically fond of non-Scadrians.” @RoyalBeeMage