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Midas, New Hallandren, New Hallandren Garrison Midas put on a soft yet patronizing smile. “Oh child, you have so much to learn about the Alleyverse.” He couldn’t answer all of their questions, but he chose to answer the one that would be most pertinent. He gestured to the lifeless guardsmen. “These are the recovered corpses of New Hallandren guardsmen that have died in the line of duty, given a false life from the magic of Nalthis” In truth, they deeply unnerved Midas, but he had grown used to them, as they truly were quite efficient. “Some day, I will become one of them, when I die. The skills learned as a guard are deeply valuable, and such things need to be preserved. Ah, we’re here.” The party had arrived at the New Hallandren garrison, just in the nick of time. Midas’ chromium reserved had nearly run out. He stopped burning chromium, recalled his awakened rope, and gestured for the rest of the party to do the same. Turning to face the prisoners, he issued a new warning. “You are now on New Hallandren official property, and will be treated as such under the law. While you are physically free, you are still under custody until you are questioned and released.” Midas paused for dramatic effect. “If you are to attempt to flee, you will be deemed guilty by the district of New Hallandren of whatever crimes are determined to have occurred at the explosion site, and will be dealt with accordingly.” “Now if you will, I will see the first group for questioning,” Midas said, gesturing to the two radiants and the returned. And with that, he entered the questioning chamber. @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @KnightSkye Reforged
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Midas had half the mind to let the prisoner free, as they didn't even know where they were, much less what the policies of the area were. However, that would be quite the violation of policy. While Midas believed them, he also had to keep in mind that they could easily be lying. In a place like Alleycity, trusting one's intuition often led to being punished for it. However, he could answer the stranger's question. "The Alleyverse is an odd place, a place outside of time. There are those that came from planets far and wide, and those that came from other times." Once more, Midas reminisced on his past life. A world of ignorance, with no knowledge of electricity, or of other worlds. They didn't even know about all of the magic contained in their world. Such darkness, both physical and mental. "I come from a planet called Scadrial, and have been given the magic from a planet called Nalthis. I have been told that in the future, our planets would have interacted, but that would be many centuries after I would have died, had the Alleyverse not found me. Even you were likely born many years after my time." Midas put on a gentle smile. "And yet here we are, face to face."
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Practice. Lots of practice. It also helps that I’m a writer at heart, and so it’s very easy for me to yap.
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Perses, The Alleys, Belias’ Domain Perses turned to face Ebon, something that wasn’t particularly necessary, but something people seemed to appreciate. “are you sure you want to talk about this now, in front of the radiant?” Perses gestured to the terrified radiant. “We can always talk about it after we kill him.” The radiant’s heartbeat pounded in Perses’ ears, each breath a cacophony in this otherwise silent room. The smell of sweat invaded his nostrils. ”Okay, this guy’s getting on my nerves. I’m just going to shoot him.” Perses moved to get a line of sight on the radiant, leveling his gun at them, but not yet firing. @CoderDrag0n8 Midas, New Hallandren, A few blocks from the garrison Midas raised an eyebrow at the prisoner, a bemused expression on his face. “How long have you been here in Alleycity?” As he waited for an answer, Midas thought of the first time he came to this blessed city. Broken and battered, he had suddenly found himself transported to a land unlike anything he had ever seen, with alien peoples wandering the streets, their heads held high. At first, he had thought he had reached the afterlife, and had died in Hathsin. Yet instead, he had been given a new life, a new chance to redeem his past failures. A new home. @KnightSkye Reforged @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren
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Perses, The Alleys, Belias’ Domain Perses laid a hand on his aluminum-clad pistol, brushing away his mistcoat to reveal the weapon. It was bulky, and much heavier than a pistol should be. It was made custom built for him by one of the best weaponsmiths in the city, with a steel and iron lock for a safety, with two barrels. The weapon held sixteen bullets, eight per chamber. Eight of those bullets were dense tungsten rounds, allowing him to steelpush the already heavy bullets to enable building-piercing rounds. The second chamber was filled with aluminum bullets, meant to resist investiture. ”You’ll have to give me a better reason than that.”
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Midas, New Hallandren, Crater Once the rubble was cleared and all witnesses of the devastation were in custody, Midas ordered the party’s return to the garrison, making sure Starseeker followed. He held onto the radiant, ensuring that they could not summon their shards while they were escorted to the premises. As they walked, the crowds in the vibrant streets of New Hallandren parted. Everyone knew not to impede guardsman’s business. Midas didn’t make conversation with any of the prisoners. He was normally quite the talkative person, but ever since joining the garrison and rising through the ranks, he had learned to be more careful with what he said. As he walked the sandy cobbles of New Hallandren, his biochromatic aura brought the normally vibrant streets into an almost sickening colorfulness. Though he had spent several years in these streets, it still felt wrong to see so much color. Where he was from, muted shades of gray further darkened by the ever falling ash were the only colors the streets saw. Yet his life was good and his pockets were deep, so he couldn’t complain all that much. Just a few blocks more, Midas thought. He really hated burning this much chromium. Sure, he was given a supply of chromium from the garrison itself, but they only gave so much. When his supplies ran out, he had to pay out of pocket. And he had ran out of his monthly supply last week. Lord Ruler, did he hate dealing with radiants who don’t cooperate. Those idiots likely account for 70% of his chromium expenditures. At least at the garrison, a radiant being confrontational wouldn’t come out of his pockets. @KnightSkye Reforged @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @Ink and Embers
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Perses, The Alleys, Belias' Domain Perses stood there, slack-jawed as Ebon entered the portal after the stranger. He turned to Ebon. "Is this your doing?" he inquired, incredulous. Given the stranger's confusion over Ebon's presence, it seemed unlikely. Regaining his composure slightly, Perses answered their question. "You're in just about the most dangerous place you could possibly be." He paused, still not fully over what had just happened. "What made you think it was a good idea to follow me of all people?" Ordinary denizens of Alleycity didn't often enter an alleyway, especially if they knew it led into the Alleys. This person certainly wasn't part of the Dark Alleys, not that he had seen them in a long time. Gathering his wits, Perses took a more ominous stance. "Now give me a good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet hole in your chest." The Alleyway closed behind them, blinking out of existence. "I'm not a patient man, so you'll have to answer quickly." @Hoid Slayer
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Do whatever you feel makes sense. Four people in a liminal space might be a bit much, but we can certainly make it work.
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Awesome! That looks good. Approved.
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Midas, still holding on tightly, grabbed a small rope from his pocket and spoke. "keep me and the radiant in contact." Breath flowed from Midas into the rope, and the rope sprung to life, twisting around his arm and binding his hand to the radiant's arm. He spoke to the radiant. "If you wish to act like a child, you shall be treated like one. And be lucky I won't be adding resisting arrest to your charges." Midas maintained a burn on his chromium, keeping the radiant from summoning their blade and plate. Perses, The Alleys, Belias' Domain Perses entered the Alleyway, and emerged to an absence of senses. Within Belias' domain, Perses could not feel any temperature, no matter how hard he tried. There was still air, but no sign of circulation or wind. The only scents Perses could detect were his own. His footsteps felt muffled, the soundwaves traveling into nothingness. In truth, he hated it here. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the Alleyway he had arrived through. From their outline, the only thing in this place that his steelsense could detect, it looked to be the same person that the guards were chasing. "I see you have brought a friend." Belias boomed, voice coming from all directions, reverberating off walls Perses couldn't detect. As always, his voice sounded emotionless, sounding as if the words simply appeared, with no mouth or vocal chords to guide it. Perses stared at the newcomer, as much as he could stare, dumbfounded. No one had ever dared to follow him into Belias' domain. No one was that stupid. "I rusting didn't invite them!" Perses managed to utter. "Who the hell are you?"
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The guard smiled. “Only one that managed to tell the tale. Luckily for me, I was saved by the Alleys.” The man put his other hand on the radiant’s outstetched arm, clasping it in a strong shake. It was evident by his grip, as well as his appearance, that this was a very well build man. “The name is Midas.” Midas flared Chromium, sapping any remaining Stormlight from the radiant. “And the Pits gave me a new life.”
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the lifeless dragged the prisoner to stand near the head guard, awaiting further orders. A group of five guards went into the rubble, moving to free those caught within and detain them for questioning. The guards turned to their chief, awaiting orders. He sighed and approached the radiant, reaching out to shake his hand. His demeanor wasn't calm, but it appeared to be intentionally friendlier. With his sleeves rolled up, the scars across his arms were in full view. Hundreds of small cuts lined his arms, looking as if they were made from repeatedly reaching into small, sharp crevices.
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The guards quickly gave chase, with three guards heading to catch up with the fleeing criminal. It was often foolish to run from the New Hallandren guards, as they knew of all of the countless shortcuts and hidden passageways that the district held. One could certainly try to evade them, but the chase wouldn’t last long. the rope wound its way up the criminal’s body, wrapping tightly around their torso. The rope was uncomfortably tight, making it difficult to breathe. The two lifeless hoisted the criminal up, acting as their escort. the head guard turned to look at the returned with a bemused expression. “You new here? Our policy is to detain everybody found at the crime scene and take them in for questioning.” His smile broke into a condescending grin. “Technically, the new rules even apply to returned, but I still hold respect for the gods. However, it would be much appreciated if you came with us to be questioned.” Perses, New Hallandren, a few blocks from the crater Perses walked at a brisk pace toward the Alleyway, using his lifesense to avoid being seen. A few steps from the Alleyway, he noticed four figures closing in on his location. Well, Perses thought, might as well see what this is about. As the figures approached, he found that it was actually one of the radiants from the crater being pursued by a group of New Hallandren guards. Upon spotting Perses, the guards stumbled, eyes widening. Before the guards could make up their mind on whether to pursue him or the radiant, Perses grinned and stepped through the Alleyway, disappearing from sight.
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So overall I’m a big fan of the concept and thought put into it. My only fear is that A pewter, steel, and iron, as well as F gold, is a frankly absurd combination of abilities. It can be done, but would need some significant flaws/drawbacks to go with it. Physical/mental limitations can be a good fix to this, but you obviously need to weave those into their personality and treat any sort of limitations you give to your character with respect. Another potential limitation could be that your character just got their medallions, and is generally a novice with it, for example. I will also note that the longer you roleplay, the stronger your character can become. The reason why I want to have all characters start at a relatively reasonable power level is to avoid godmodding or making another PC irrelevant in an encounter. This becomes less of an issue if you are more experienced with the format, and character growth bringing further power makes sense. For example my character, Perses, has been around since era 6. At first, he was a blind A-bronze F-tin Twinborn with a recently acquired bunch of breaths that he primarily used for the lifesense. The next season, he became the main villain, gaining A-steel and A-iron via Hemalurgy, but it came at the cost of his mind. These powers were also relatively new to him, and weaker than ordinary allomancy due to their hemalurgic nature. Over the course of the era, he gained further power in items he weilded. He gained a dangerous awakened mistcoat and a custom revolver. At this point, Perses is an immensely powerful character that could not easily be bested by any single character. However, I’ve gained enough experience in the roleplay to know how to avoid railroading other characters and making every encounter (hopefully) enjoyable for both parties. TLDR, flaws are good, and your character can always grow stronger as you become more experienced in the roleplay.
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The guardsman sighed. “We have heard of them, yes. Somewhat of a notorious group in the area.” The guard finally lowered his weapon. “Alright then. Guards, seize them.” with a wave of his hand, awakened rope flung from the surrounding guardsmen at everyone save the returned, with lifeless in close pursuit.
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The head guardsman didn’t lower their guard, but seemed to relax slightly. “Are these people yours?” The man asked, in a gruff voice. He had a scar over his eye, and his biochromatic aura was quite noticeable, discernible as fourth hieghtening for the sufficiently invested. “And what happened here?”
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New Hallandren, Crater A year prior, a rebellion had attempted to take over the district of New Hallandren. The rebellion stood for power towards the uninvested, and aimed to target the most tyrannical district first. Before the rebellion, the New Hallandren government enforced an unwritten caste system, highly favoring the incested, and especially those with breaths. Now, with a new leader under their command, and the fear spurred from the failed takeover still fresh in their minds, the New Hallandren guard was worse than ever. “under the name of the law, put your hands up! All of you!” A guardsman shouted. The guards fanned out, weapons drawn. Instead of regular weaponry, New Hallandren guards, each of at least first heightening, weaponized their awakened constructs. Sashes, meteor hammers, staves, and whips, all awakened, laid at the ready. Lifeless guards held sharp weaponry, welding aluminum-lined sabers. Under the new regime, their orders were simple: demand compliance, and defend the threat with action when their orders weren’t listened to. “Radiants, dismiss your shards and get on the ground!” @CoderDrag0n8 @Steel Speedster @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @Ink and Embers @KnightSkye Reforged@Hoid Slayer
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How's it going, y'all? There seems to be a bit of a lull in the roleplay atm. Folks waiting for someone in particular? Should I RP some of the guards?
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Perses, New Hallandren, Crater Periphery Perses felt the newcomers arrive, many of which had at least second heightening. The New Hallandren guard were forces to be reckoned with, as they had been on edge ever since the failed coup of the district last year. The new captain of the guard was a returned that platformed on cracking down on resistance, harshening the punishments for even such minor crimes as vandalism. For something like this, if Ebon was to blame, he would be in real danger. If you get involved, you could face the same consequences. Don't forget they have a warrant out for your arrest in this district. Belias was, unfortunately, correct. As much as he wanted to help Ebon, getting involved at this time would just make things worse. Perses, dropping off the back of the building, used a coin to lessen his fall. It was time to get out of here. Which way did you say the Alleyway was? he asked Belias.
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Perses, New Hallandren, Crater Perses took in the mess of new information. So, Ebon got himself in trouble and is trying to play it off. Such deception was something Perses had experience with, when he was less well known. Given the trajectory Perses hoped Ebon would be heading, he suspected such trickery wouldn't work for much longer. Yet with three radiants around him, Perses certainly didn't blame Ebon for bluffing. With all of his power, even Perses might struggle to take on three radiants, at least if he wasn't able to employ the help of Belias. As more people began looking elsewhere, and not directly at the crater, Perses grew tense. While his breath aura wouldn't be out of place in New Hallandren, a man in all black standing atop a rooftop would be. Are there any of your Alleyways nearby? Perses asked Belias. While Belias had managed to intercept Perses mid Alleywalk before, it was much easier if Perses could walk through an Alleyway that was directly connected to Belias' domain. Luckily, as Belias' strength grew, so did his domain, and therefore so did the number of Alleyways that fell in his domain. There is one that has just recently opened about two blocks to your right, Belias messaged. Alleyways are highly volatile, and one could never know when they would close. However, they tend to stick around for a bit once they've been opened. Perses didn't plan on immediately heading out. He didn't care if he was seen, just that he had a viable escape route for if he did need to make an escape. Instead, he turned on his bronzesense. Over the past year, Perses had gotten much better at identifying the use of radiant surges, which would give him an advantage if the radiants did plan on pulling anything. For now, there was still more information to be gleaned from this situation. @Ink and Embers @KnightSkye Reforged @CoderDrag0n8 @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @Hoid Slayer @Steel Speedster
