The Bookwyrm

I guess I should just say it; I have been assigned as one of the GMs for the next game by our good friend Eddie. We can get the full list out soon. We're saying that these games take place six years after the end of the Cosmere HG, because that gives two years for the civil war, three years for a new Dystopian government to take control, and one year to set up the first new games. Tinker's last post happens after these next Games. We're still doing some planning before we open sign ups. I'll talk to the others and see if we can hammer out a date.

ANNOUNCEMENT TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN I have a map of the continent these games have been taking place on. Note that this covers an area slightly smaller than North America. I don't have an exact scale. And...could that be...there in the corner...a teaser of what is to come...? @Edema Rue: Who's our resident history expert, who might be able to add other cities and/or past arenas, and verify the map's canonicity?

Indeed, no longer.

Hi, guys, what are you doing?

Hm. "A tik'tika, I see. Good to know." She leaned forward slightly. "Care to tell me what your connection is to our mutual friend here?"

Ma'tani looked at the newcomer. "Want to introduce yourself before you sit at my table?"

Seven Years Later The orange warmth of a crackling fire filled the cozy living room of the cottage. It was a familiar sensation to Tinker. Having grown up in a place where accommodations like electric heating didn't exist, the simple, friendly glow of a fire had become an old friend. He sat on a small couch, gazing into the patterns of the flames. Occasionally he'd see what looked like a spren, dancing among the flickering tounges, only to vanish from his view just as quickly as it had appeared. He didn't know if it meant anything, but sightings of nature spren were happening far more than usual lately, at least in this part of the continent. He turned over and looked at Marewill. She'd fallen asleep as he'd drifted off into thought, curled up against him, a hand resting gently on her belly, which curved slightly to reveal the hidden life she carried there. Tinker smiled. They'd been young when they met, and their relationship had only really formed out of necessity in the arena. But...they'd had years to get to know each other afterwards. Those years had led to a shared solidarity, a deep love, and eventually a marriage. Tinker absently reached to touch the metallic remains of the microphone embedded in his shoulder. Emeric...you sly dog. Guess you had us pegged all along, huh? Though, it wasn't Emeric that had led them to this happiness. It was themselves. He'd been dead for seven years now. Seven years... After the revolt that had ended the Games, and freed the surviving tributes, a huge civil war started. The remaining central government, though left destabilized, still launched an offensive against many of the outer districts, which had stared to fight for independence after the horror of the Games. It had lasted for two years. Tinker hadn't fought in it himself, though Milay, despite her young age, became a prominent warrior, leader, and hero. After the outer districts won the civil war, they declared independence, and formed a new nation, known as the Free States of the Crescent. The new nation provided a safe haven to those who had wronged the old Capitol, and a place where people were freed from the dystopia that the old country had implemented. Tinker's father currently served as the leader of the Free States. Most of the survivors of the Games had come to live in Moongaze, which was now a city. The poverty that existed under the Capitol's regime had vanished as a proper government was implimented, and now the hard life Tinker had lived in his childhood no longer had to be endured by any other children in the States. But...that doesn't mean there aren't people like that in the Districts. Tinker slowly stood up, making sure not to wake Marewill. He gently kissed her forehead, then slowly walked to the front door and opened it. Their cottage stood on a hill overlooking Moongaze, which was lit by the lights of fires, Stormlight lamps, and lightbulbs, all together forming the unique constellation that was the city. It wasn't the capitol of the Free States, but it was a hub of economic and cultural exchange, as the old districts who made up the Free States began to merge and trade. The stars glittered above the beautiful city, echoing the twinkling lights with their own eternal gaze. The moon, too, hung above the settlement, it's friendly light watching over the city's free people. He turned to the west, where the land was shrouded in darkness. Many miles in the distance stood the old Capitol, though Tinker obviously couldn't see it. After the war, the District's government had only destabilized further, turning the oppressed land into a hotbed of conflict and crime. A new government had finally established control in the region, but it was an oppressive government, even more so than the one that had orchestrated the Games Tinker had joined. People were suffering in those lands. Tinker turned to look at his cottage. It was simple, but it was also a mansion compared to his old home. And right now it was only for two - well, almost three - people. And yet...to the west, there were probably thousands without homes, and thousands more that had other horrible lives. He thought of the warmth of the fire, the warmth of his family welcoming him home, the warmth of a life free of poverty and oppression, the warmth of Marewill beside him. They deserve that, too. He turned back to the west. Just wait, he thought to those countless thousands. Just wait. I promise, one day, we will come find you. Even if it takes centuries. We will free you. And, though he didn't notice it at that moment, a small orb of light, emanating tiny rings, slowly faded into view behind him, and started moving towards him. @Edema Rue

A rock trips you and the sandwich rolls out of sight. It stops rolling about 347 years later, far far away.

"I'm not sure," Ma'tani said. "Jolane clearly isn't going to tell us anything, and my status as a foreigner makes it harder for me to gather information."

"Hm." Ma'tani thought for a moment. The more I learn about this the less I like it. "Do you want to do some more recon? Ask around, see if you can find anything from the townsfolk? They might like you better, considering I'm a foreigner."

"But why is it the quest?"

You're completely right. I missed that this was the Mistborn forum; I clicked on it from the recent threads section. Thanks for the reminder!

"But," You said, somewhat softly, "Why do you want the spear?" After a second a large portion of the goblin force tripped and fell simultaneously.

For Scadrial, I would say such technology is certainly within reach, and we will be seeing quite a bit of Allomantic weaponry like this in the Space age. Wider Cosmere Spoilers:

She's putting together a gender-swapped version of Epic. And I keep hearing people talk about it here. Everywhere. So I ping her when I find people who might be interested in helping. ...Though that was a bit presumptuous of me and I probably should have asked first. Sorry.

@SmilingPanda19, I found you another one.

Tinker just smiled. "Of course."