Mat

There are definitely more non-member fans, though there other be a higher percentage of member fans as opposed to a different series. I think there are also for sure people who started the cosmere because they’re a member, but that wasn’t why they finished it

Fates, am I somehow the most underpowered here? That would be a first. Bryson wasn’t sure if it was a welcome one.

“I can maybe conjure an illusion of myself,” Bryson said. “Though not any more than that.”

“Why did we come here again?” Bryson yelled, but his voice was lost over the sudden tumult. He pulled out a short staff from inside his coat and began to conjure up stalks of fire and bolts of lightning, but in comparison to the others he wasn’t doing anything.

“A trillion?” Bryson exclaimed. “I didn’t know it was that many…”

Mat squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance. He could bolt; now might be his only opportunity to do so. Though he figured if he did that this person would follow, and May didn’t like his chances being chased. Hesitantly, he stepped forward. “Truce?”

When Mat couldn't fall asleep, he knew it was going to be a long night. He'd never been able to fall asleep past midnight all his life, and it was surely past that now. Some of his best memories were made during the early AM hours, along with some of his worse. I wonder which one these will be, Mat thought idly. As if there was a contest. It didn't take long for him to dismount from his tree branch. He wanted to stretch his legs, and with luck the other tributes would be sleeping. If there was a safe time to walk the arena, it was now. After just a few minutes of walking, he saw a shadow to his right. Are you kidding me? Mat thought. Maybe they won't notice me. He started to walk backwards, not making a sound. @The Unknown Novel

Bryson nodded, holding back a comment about how he never implied a wish to fight. He jogged to catch up with the rest as they climbed the hill.

“We could take them, right?” Bryson asked. “I mean, if we have to fight them. The goal would be not to.” He adjusted his spectacles again. “Wizards and gods can typically hold their own.”

"I'll figure it out, I guess." Bryson sighed. At least this new person seemed interesting.

@The Unknown Novel @Enter a username @Zephrun's Imperium Every time a cannon fired, Mat was sure it was the last one. But they kept coming. He'd known the death toll was high, but he didn't know it was that high. In a disgusting way, he was happy- one step closer to victory. He knew he shouldn't think like that, but... why not? It wasn't as if he was the one swinging the blade, throwing the axe, shooting the bow, or whatever it was. He was just in his tree, in his bush, in his creek. Mat didn't know if anyone had ever won the games without making a single kill, but he very much hoped to accomplish that. The next cannon was for Vapor. Mat winced, though he wasn't as devastated as he'd expected to be. Maybe it was the inevitability of the games, and he'd known that at least one of them was going to die the second they were picked. Maybe he just hadn't known her that well to begin with. Either option was a tad depressing, but he supposed that was the Hunger Games. He laughed. The thought of the games being only 'a tad depressing' was funny for some twisted reason.

"What is this realm, anyway?" mused Bryson aloud. If it had been discussed, he hadn't been paying attention. He shook his head slightly. "Oh. I'm Bryson."

Hmm, Bryson thought. Not my first choice of landscape. But he'd signed up for an adventure, and it looked like he was going to get one. He stepped through the archway, ducking a little bit. Dark magic often was the most interesting; perhaps he could get some quality research done.

I’ll play. And I want whatever description you come up with, so my character’s name will be Jeral and that’s all you get to know

“We could just walk until we find it,” Craven offered.

Craven nodded, but he was too busy staring around in wonderment. All this was inside a storage shed?

Yes! Come join!

Bryson raised his eyebrows. Now that was interesting! He'd have to talk to Wizard later. Preferably not in whatever dead language he was speaking in now.

"I can..." Bryson paused. He wasn't certain what exactly he could do. "I'm not sure, actually. Just standard magic, I guess." He shrugged. "I've devoted myself to studying the various cosmos magics, but evidently forgot about my own."

Bryson perked up, walking over. "I'm sorry- couldn't help but overhear the word wizard. I'm something of a wizard myself." He stuck out his hand for a shake. "Bryson."

Bryson stood, with some difficulty. “I’m happy to go anywhere.”

As the morning of the next day bled into afternoon, Mat began to grow seriously concerned. He'd been hearing cannon shots off and on all day, which was as much a cause for the concern as it was the antidote for it. By his count, there were under ten tributes left, and he hadn't seen anyone in days. Were they all banding together? Was he so far off into the woods that he was forgotten by even the Gamemakers, not to mention the others? At least the cannons told him that there wasn't a massive alliance brewing, though he never really considered that possibility. The Capitol wouldn't allow their annual bloodsport to be unraveled by friendship. Upon entering the arena, the idea of waiting out the games in peace seemed like a hopeful fantasy, but with each BOOM that sounded, it became more real. Mat started to fidget, glancing over his shoulder repeatedly, as his mind began to finally consider the chance of survival, but he pushed the thought down. It was too dangerous to allow himself to think that way. Mat sighed, popping a berry into his mouth. When he first had discovered them he had found the taste sweet, but it seemed dull now that he had eaten so many. It was time for a change. After examining his tree, he climbed part way up and snapped off a branch, one that was both thin and strong. Then, he searched for a rock- a sharp one. It didn't take long to pull up a stone with a point facing into the ground, and it was shaped in such a way that made Mat wonder if it had been purposely placed here for exactly what Mat was about to make. This next part was harder, though. Eventually he settled on some long pieces of grass, tied around the stone and the stick, and he mentally thanked his mentor for forcing the knot tying lessons on him. Mat had resisted those, finding them unappealing and useless, but he was grateful now. Hefting the completed spear, Mat nodded his head. It wouldn't hold up as an actual weapon, but should work wonders on the little fish he'd spotted in the creek earlier.