The Unknown Medallion

Atadin looked at the eyes. Always look at the eyes. Blue, so soul... he mentally trailed off. The man's eyes were different colors. Already on the wrong foot, he hesitated for a moment. "Um, hello." He hadn't looked at the information the man had given the Guard, but Atadin had heard that something odd was going on with him.

So, I've noticed a couple roleplays pop up recently (turns out about half weren't actually roleplays, but whatever), but I'd been toying around with a magic system (or five, rolled up into one), that I thought might make an interesting roleplay. Setting is pretty much whatever you guys want to make it, and the magic system is detailed in the spoiler below. Don't worry, pretty much of them can be summed up in about a paragraph or two. For the sake of speed, we'll all start in Coulforrin, the capital of a republic now controlled by a dictator. I'll get the ball rolling with this bit of roleplay: Atadin sighed, before calling to the door. "Enter." Recruits for the City Guard were uncommon, but they came around often enough that Atadin could delegate the interviewing process to Major Gard. Unfortunately, this recruit had specifically requested to join the Investigative Squadron. That meant Atadin had to personally evaluate the recruitee. The first thing Atadin noticed was her eyes. When you worked with and against Bonded of all kinds, you learned to look at the eyes. And he was struck. Redder than a sunset, and while it was hard to tell in the daylight, he was sure they glowed as well. "I wasn't told you were a Metalbound." "I don't advertise it." She slid into the chair. If he hadn't already known, or heard her voice, Atadin wouldn't have realized she was a woman. Her head was covered in copper plating, forming a sort of helmet. And although her clothes obscured it, he was sure she had a full suit of integrated armor underneath. "Why not? Coulforrin is an enlightened city. Even Wildbound are free to walk the streets." Broken Hells, we even have one on our Investigative squad. She snorted. "Doesn't matter what the Dictator claims, this city is enlightened as a closed box." "Wait one moment, the City Guard is funded by the High War Councilor." I may not think highly of him, but I occupy an appointed position. Please don't make this difficult for me. Atadin would most likely have to hire her, the squad had too few members to turn down a Bonded of any type. At least if they could keep their unpopular politic views quiet. "And I don't intend to risk that funding, I just assumed this was a closed meeting, and besides, it's best you know my views now and don't get surprised by them on the field." "You talk like you're already hired." "Can you afford to not hire me?" Break and bind her, she did her research. "Better a funded understaffed squad than a fund less squad with one extra member that we can't pay." "Don't worry, I'll keep it quiet." She smirked. The arrogance annoyed Atadin. Back when he had joined the Guard, you had to start at the bottom. Now, with a decent education and a bond, you could join the most desired position right away. "You're in, provided you can pass the physical." I'll have to go tell Bruth that she gets the special treatment. Technically it was illegal to have different tests for Bonded and regs, but what Vithankre didn't know couldn't hurt him. "Goodday, on your way out could you send Melna in?" "Of course." Atadin waited just long enough, then said, "The proper address is now sir, or commander. I expect decorum in my squad." At least where one of the High War Councillors spies or Inquisitors could be lurking. That got Atadin thinking. Could she be a spy for the Vith? That deeply unsettled him. He would have to keep an eye on her. Melna walked in. She was the wife of the of the ordinary guard members, hired to fill Atadin's great need for an assistant, and to allow her to be closer to her husband. "Commander?" Atadin leaned back. "Send a message down to Bruth, tell him he's got a Metalbound recruit he needs to test." Ah, Broken Hells, might as well. "And send in that other recruit, I'll give Garrin a easy day today." "Yes, sir." Technically she didn't need to say sir, but the woman was ten times as militarily minded as her husband. He was surprised she hadn't decided to bond a soldier and join a war pair. A few moments later, another knock sounded from the door. "Enter," Atadin called.

On second thought, you're running this game, you likely aren't a man of reason. *Sack of coins disappears* bribe, an officer of the law *scoffs at the sheer incredulity of it* why would you ever accuse me of such a thing?

Okay, but surely you're a man of reason *drops sack of coins with quokkas printed on them* what's wrong with helping a friend out? Just a little hint in the right direction.

Forgot to ask, @Kasimir, since I think you forgot, would you kind telling me what the roles are and do? Pretty please? With a quokka cherry on top? Edit: Honestly, for a second I mixed my names up and called myself TKO (Total, not Technical), but then I had to change my name.

To all you who would desuade me from walking the dark path, this path without light either red or green, this path without roles to guide me, or a rules post to show my goal, I say, turn aside nay sayer! For I am TKN (The Totally Kool Novel)! I will not be turned away from this path, you underestimate my power, my vigor, my strength of mind! You underestimate my sheer ability to act cool while the world burns around me. I, The Known (and Totally Kool) Novel, who has a penchant for long and dramatic speeches, do sign up for this game, thusly titled Long Game 92: Process of Elimination. By signing the above, I acknowledge the warnings that have been administered upon me, and do hereby waive my right and the right of my lawful heir to prosue litigation against Kasimir, Fifth Scholar, their lawful heirs, or anyone affiliated with them or the Sanderson Elimination Llc for any of the pursuant reasons: Death, Maiming, Serious Injury, Severe Pain Due to Hair Pulling, Eye Gouging, Disembowelment, Irrational Urges to Scream, Mental Damage Due to Brain Explosion, Acts of GM, including but not limted to: Lightning Smite, Random Blackhole Apparition, Eternal Punishment, Banishment from the Mortal Plain, Destruction of All That I Hold Dear, Etcetera.

Ah, makes sense. Forgot about Dreok and the Aon meanings.

T is for Telsin

What does Kiin describe about him? Vin?

H is for Helsina

I imagine @Matrim's Dice the same as I imagine Mat normally (black hair, kinda upside down teardrop face, wicked smile), but I now have added tall to that description although it should really be giant. I also imagine Kas (don't really want to @ him) as a face with square glasses staring at a screen on occasion. By on occasion I mean every time he mentions statistics.

Doesn't quite fit number two, but one the Seventeenth Shard members that talk to Ishikk?

Shallan.

With regards to the iron feruchemy debate, Wax explicitly states that tapping Iron adds force, but he has to hit in a certain weight, essentially dropping himself onto the target. He is referring to a wall, but there is no way it does not apply to people as well. Also, @StanLemon, if a WoB and a book contradict, then the book is correct, however, this WoB does not actually contradict the book, it just says a character is mistaken. It recontextualizes it, not contradicts.

It's boring (adjective, unenjoyable) boring (noun, digging). It's a similar pun to Elon Musk's 'Boring company'

Yay! Barbed Rocks (I think). Very nice. Lies. All lies. Talking to people can never be good.

Nightblood isn't pure Awakening, there were extenuating circumstances regarding his creation.