Emery the Steelrunner

I lost the game.

Yes. Sometimes I also do it while I should be sleeping. TPBM is excited for something awesome to happen.

Fist of all, welcome @Lost! We are glad to have you on the shard. Secondly, some of my favorite books are the Stormlight Archives series, and Ender’s Game. I don’t really have any suggestions for psychology, history, or philosophy books; sorry.

Wherever there are books, or challenges.

*Sam shuffled up the stairs to the second floor and walked down the hall checking the numbers. “Seven…eight…nine.” Sam counted off in his head. He then smiled remembering an old joke his father once told him about numbers being afraid of one another, and the joy on his father’s face in the memory. His smile faded to a look of sorrow and disappointment in Sam’s mind, and the sorrow reflected onto Sam’s face. He opened the door to the room. It was not spacious, but it was not cramped either. It was cozy, and had a queen sized bed, a small desk table, a nightstand, and small bookshelf in it. He closed the door behind him, and unslung his duffel bag from off his shoulders. (I forgot to mention him carrying it in the previous scene, hope that this is ok. It just has clothes, metalminds, vials, and his aluminum daggers in it). He inspected the bookshelf and saw that it had some old books on it. They weren’t dusty, or worn, but looked like they were in good shape. He saw a few titles he hadn’t ever seen before like: The Way of Kings, and Elantris. He walked over to the little desk and pulled out a pen and paper he found in its small drawer. He then wrote a short letter He signed it with a flourishing signature, put it into an envelope and sealed it with wax and stamped it with his snake signet. Sam then got out of the chair and stretched. He walked over to the door and locked it, then with a little difficulty, he heaved his duffle bag on to the bed. He untied it and started to pull out some of its contents. He pulled out several small vials of water and metals, an arm bracer that looked like a python wrapped in a tight coil, and two gleaming aluminum daggers that had a slight curve to them. He slid the bracer up his arm feeling the comfort of a large speed reserve nearly full. He put the knives in their sheathes, and downed a vial full of metal flakes… And then proceeded to cough and choke on one of the flakes, as it stuck to the back of his tongue much like how a popcorn shell would. He cleared his throat and tapped his power. Suddenly hundreds of blue lines jumped out around him forming a grid of holographic blue metal objects overlaying the real world. He listened to the hum of the metal for a little while, almost as if meditating. He then walked over to his window, opened it, and stepped out onto a small overhang. He twisted around awkwardly trying to close the window, while also not catching his mistcloak in it. “I’m sorry Mom and Dad, I don’t think I’ll be very safe tonight.” He whispered to himself. He dropped a clip onto the ground, jumped off the roof, and shot away like a bullet into the night.*

Congratulations! I hope that you have safe travels.

Hi @Repivex! Welcome to the insanity and awesomeness of the shard! Glad to have you here.

What if it’s like the lichen growing on the sands of whitesand? What if some floats in the air, and that’s why the mist reacts a little to allomancy?

@#1 Taln Fan I think you mean another chicken. In all seriousness, amazing artwork.

“Thanks,” Sam said taking the key, “although I’d rather be forgiven rather than forgotten,” He said with a warm smile. “My brain does enough of that when it wanders around the Cosmere by itself.” He tapped his head with his cane, and then put on his top hat and started to walk away. “Good night Tashi.” He stopped to say, and then started to whistle along with the music from the phonograph as he walked away. @ZincAboutIt

“Yeah, I know” he said half smiling. “You going to forgive any time soon?” Sam asked as he got off the barstool, and walked back to the hat rack, while leaning on his cane. @ZincAboutIt