Ashbringer

I mean, it definitely threw us off big time. Elim dead for no discernable reason, TJ burning through 2 vote manips to save himself, 2 (Village) Radiants outed... it basically threw everything into TJ, Ventyl, or Gears and let Mage and Araris slip everyone’s minds. Edit: *Reads Elim doc* Great. So even the Elims are confused on why the Elims killed me...

"I... uh..." Poller stammered. This was a metalworking shop, not a... not a gift store! What did this man... think... Poller snapped upright and tapped bronze. Another episode. They were getting closer and closer together: he'd need to sleep to recharge his staffmind. "We don't sell gift cards!... er... sir. We can wrap a gift, or you can buy wrapping paper at a shop down the street, I think." This wasn't going well. "Do you have any ideas for a design for the vial? What should it look like? A flower, a-" Several echoing footsteps resounded outside, and the door opened. A boy, younger than Poller and wearing a coat that seemed like it was worn by his ancestors - and fit them too - burst in, breathing deeply but oddly slowly. "Cassie, I-" he said, then stopped. :-:-:-:-:-: Byron looked at the scene. Two men, one younger who looked like a shopkeeper, and the other tall and commanding. Byron tried not to hide. "Are you... busy? I need cadmium dust. A lot." He glanced at the catalogue and patted one of his pockets. "6 jars of it should... should be enough." He'd thought Cassie would be here. Cassie had previously just given him the metal he needed, but he doubted that this clerk would do the same. But that wasn't really why he'd come here, stumbling through the city as the strange pressure on his mind ebbed and flowed. It was mostly gone now. Cassandra always had an answer, or at least something to say. She was like that new royal... what was her name? Jasnah? Cold and calculating, but also incredibly knowledgeable about almost everything and kind to those she knew. People said she had a Soulcaster as well. It was a similarity that Cassie would find interesting. But she was gone. And who knows where she was? :-:-:-:-:-: Poller sighed. A new customer. Finally. "If you have any ideas for a design, just list them, and I'll see if I can replicate them," he said, turning to start filling jars with cadmium dust. "But my specialty isn't design so I don't know what I can do. If Cassie comes back she might be more artistically minded." Poller lowered his tap on bronze, letting his face droop a bit. "Anything else for you, er..." he turned around. "What are your names again?"

Technically the only inactive Radiant was Eternum the Skybreaker. Which wasn't ideal, but it was only one. As opposed to the Dustbringer, Lightweaver, and Elsecaller, who just didn't exist...

Well, I played for a week solely on mobile and did fairly well. Then I finally returned from my vacation, ready to play SE on my new laptop and write the long analysis posts I like... and then I got hurled into an off-schedule highstorm. TJ, I want a word with the Stormfather Apparently the Elims were trying to incriminate Gears by killing me? Everyone seemed to just accept that I was dead when everyone had thought that Joe would be next. Although Gears did get lynched quick, so I guess it worked. I did have a lot of fun with this game. Watching the village work through the mess of Ventyl and Gears, waiting for Gears to die so I had someone to talk to, theorizing I think three different game ideas, and trying (and failing) to find the Elims. I had thought Pyro was the bad one, which means Pyro gets the distinguished award of being more suspicious as a Villager than as an Elim... Well, congrats to the Elims!

Incoming question: is the Inquisition the lynch, or is it a Jeskeri kill based on votes in addition to the lynch? I don’t understand what it’s supposed to signify.

First! I be doing this. Edit: you know what, I’m bringing Faleast into this. I’ll be RP’ing as Faleast, an old Arelonian who has a fascination for the Mysteries, and seeks for any sign of a Connection to the Dor. If the next LG signups come before he ‘dies’ again... er... time travel!

How long is the period you're supposed to wait for double posting? I kinda want the panicking Byron to visit Cassie's store while she isn't there, but that would just be a long post from me, and I was the last to post there from last Friday. (Although if someone wants to post something there, that would solve the problem... xD)

Poller's eyes darted to the newcomer. Since he seemed to know what he wanted... badly... so Poller just let him talk. "Hmm... we have decorative metal vials, but not like what you're saying. Cassandra could probably make one, but it might be easier to find a piece of jewelry or a corsage or something to hide a vial in. Unless you want the vial to be obvious?" "And for a present... we can package an item, but... do you have anything in mind? A decorative metalmind? Jewelry? You can look for what we have, but I'd need to know more about what you think the lady would like." Poller rubbed his head. He was missing something... oh, right. "She's an Allomancer... what metal should a make a vial for? Is she a Ferring as well?"

Byron was bored. It was something he'd never really thought much about before. He had a fairly exciting life, full of adventure and thievery and time travel and getting momentum-bounced into walls by speeding vans. But, sitting on the bench in the Scholar's Guild, he didn't know if it was something he really enjoyed. Well, definitely not the last part. He'd thought he'd enjoyed the first three. He'd only gotten caught stealing seven times in his life: guards tended to stop chasing after a pickpocket after a week or so, and even the grandest burglaries would lose their importance after a year or decade or so. He'd been working on a few tricks like that: he could make a year pass over the span of four days in his bubble, and he could snatch and scrape enough food to survive for four days within a few real hours. But in between all that time, he was often just waiting. Trying to remember what the world looked like outside, trying to remember when the next highstorm was supposed to arrive, trying to remember why he was hiding and waiting in the first place. The reason was always different. Avoiding a guard squadron because he'd stolen from the wrong man. Avoiding a mercenary because he'd stolen from the right man. Waiting for Aln to come back from Guild business that was for some reason not in the Guild building. Once, on Roshar, he'd climbed a mountain high enough to avoid the worst of the highstorms, drank an entire bucket of cadmium, and just... skipped through about 20 years. He'd broken some barrier in him that day, and the years went by as less than hours. He'd watched the highstorms ravage the world below in seconds, a war go on for an hour or to, and a brief spark of some major city or another burning to the ground. He'd been looking for some kind of pattern in the world, like the sand patterns some ardent had shown him after giving him a morsel to eat. Now that he thought about it, it was a wonder he could have seen anything that way at all. The light and dark should have blinded him better than an Unmade's taint, but he could still... process what had been happening, even at a distance and displacement that should have been impossible. Perhaps Aln would know why. Or maybe there was a book somewhere in here that could explain what cadmium had done to him. His eyes, staring into space, drifted to a plant in a pot nearby. It looked like it hadn't been watered in a while, but it didn't seem to mind. It was still growing. Byron could even see Rosharian plants growing, let alone the soil-grown ones like these: it was practically vibrating with life, it was growing so fast- Byron's eyes shot wide open in an instant. To the observer, this "instant" would have taken about 3 minutes to complete. How fast am I going? When am I going? Byron did the only thing he knew: he dropped the bubble entirely. Immediately the world rushed to a standstill as Byron's time rejoined the worlds, and his complaining muscles went into their too-familiar spasms. He barely got an elbow - the hand was uncooperative - in front of a wall before his head smacked into it. He turned his cadmium back on at a low burn. He couldn't see the plant growing anymore. He sat up and clasped his hands to his head. "How long has it been?" Something about this place made him want to go to sleep and let time just vanish. It just felt so... so... it felt like... It felt like a home. It was partly the best thing he'd ever known. But the rest was so, so... wrong. Byron jumped up and ran out the door. He had to find something, anything, preferably Aln but really just anyone. He had to get away from here; it felt like his mind was being forced in three directions at once. He didn't notice the small, blue orb under the bench follow him on his way out.

He was right behind him now. Tyrian could... feel the man, standing there, bending over, just an arm's reach away. It would take a second for him to swing his arm around and embed his sickle into his sternum. But a second was too long. Silas would just blink away again, always being just an inch out of reach, just a second too far. And even if he hit, who knows what that crystal could take? So, Tyrian just sat there. He couldn't attack, he couldn't retreat... using his spikes would take too long... what else was there? Give up? He looked to where Cinder had sparked over to, and the spren slowly shook his head. He didn't have any ideas either. Then he remembered his Gift. It was hidden, it was in under the strap of his bandolier, if he could get to it, it would take longer then he'd like but if he could use it then he- No, a silky voice sounded in his head. Not yet. What was left of the fight went out of Tyrian. There was still a tendril of shadow around his ankles; it looked like the same thing that Silas was making. Tyrian focused on that shadow and burned chromium. Nothing. He was out of options. So, Tyrian threw his sickle to the floor, letting it slide away. It was more of a symbolic gesture - Tyrian was the real weapon, not some curved metal - but he hoped it got the point across. "Fine. I... you win." He gave a weak chuckle. Once, he'd thought he'd never have to say those words. Again.

Cassie fiddled with her Soulcaster. She had said she would be back at her shop soon. Her... note... was rather important and she wanted to be at her shop before anyone came to respond. "If you're going to be busy, Lord... maybe I should go. I shouldn't be away from the store so long." @Lord_Silberfarben

I might drag Poller into this as well.

Zaaaaane? Or maybe Elend via Angry Vin? I think Straff Venture is really the only Cosmere father who dies besides Shallan’s father (Shallan’s hair is red and she wasn’t joking) and Gavilar (is not Szeth’s father unless something really weird is going on...). Or could it be Redin, the son of Jah Keved’s king? Where was I... Oh, right. PANIC!!!

I'm thinking along these lines as well. Off to Aimia! We set sail *checks when Kickstarter ends* the 6th of August! ... I don't even own the Stormlight Archive books yet. But I'm not waiting for the library on this one And so the book collecting begins.

WAIT IT'S ACTUALLY NAMED DAWNSHARD ABOUT A DAWNSHARD DAWNSHARD PANIC PANIC PANIC PURCHASE READ PANIC

Ah. Art thread. That's what I get for only viewing one post

Ooh, is this an SE meme thread?

Precisely

When you’re reading Atlas Shrugged and tunnel on a minor character named Paul Larkin. There’s also someone in my state running for Attourney General named Matt Larkin. So many Larkins. Zahel would have a fit...

Still debating to buy or not to buy...

The Alleyverse has something called the Alleystorm, which arrives on some intervals (and when plot-relevant) and grants Stormlight, as well as fueling almost every Invesiture for free during the storm. I’m not entirely sure how it works, though. Shadesmar essentially is the same as on Roshar. Although, the Dor is still accessible to use Selish magic; it’s just not in the Cognitive Realm... or something. Also, Transportation/Transformation don’t need Shadesmar to work perfectly: Transportation can be used as traditional teleporting for a higher Stormlight cost, and Transformation can be on touch and intent as well as from Shadesmar. Someone more experienced can probably answer it better, though.