The Honorable Musician

I’d like to thank all of you for such a warm welcome. I did not expect all this!

"All right," Altair backed away and went back to slashing through zombies.

Altair was racing towards sleeper at full speed, but backed away when his arms turned red. "Do you need assistance, scary sleeper guy?"

"Of course he is," Altair sighed. "Hey, does that guy need help?" Altair said, pointing at sleeper. "Because he looks like he needs help."

"Right. Who's he? I think I missed that part."

"It's just practice. Learned from reading books and watching movies, mostly." "Not really," Altair replied, dodging a lunging enemy. "I expected an adventure, so here I am, I guess."

Everyone was too busy to answer him, so he unsheathed his sword and charged toward the nearest zombie. His sharp blade easily cut through it, then he spun around and killed another. Altair moved through the ranks of the undead with the precision of someone who practiced with a blade every day.

When Altair woke up, he was very confused. The scenery surrounding him was nothing like he'd ever seen. Also, he was in the middle of a battlefield. Altair groaned and sat up. He grabbed his sword, then pushed himself to his feet. He was surrounded by monsters, immortal beings, and someone wearing a bag over their head. He was tempted to go back to sleep. Then he saw shovel man, his neighbor. What the heck was he doing here? "Hey there everybody," Altair said, readying his sword. "These zombie things in need of killing?"

“Ok,” Altair said. “Sure. Why not?” He promptly passed out.

“Enough with the tea, all right?” Altair said. “Now, will someone explain to me what the heck is going on?”

“Okay, I am very confused,” Altair said. “First of all, who are you guys? When I saw adventure on that letter, I did not expect the Grim Reaper —sorry, “Weaver” — to step onto my porch. Also, don’t try to kill me. If you do, you’ll find out I can use this thing.” He raised his sword.

I really love the original Mistborn trilogy. That’s the one I started with

I know that this sort of thing is a bit dangerous, but I just wanted to see what would happen. If it starts leaning more towards fantasy, then we can just make it a fantasy one if we want. The same for Sci-Fi, or anything else. This might not get any posts. This might get hundreds of posts. I don’t really care what happens, I just want to see that happen. Make sense?

Hello everyone, I wanted to start an RP where anything goes. I currently have no plans for it. This can be fantasy, sci-fi, comedic, serious, or anything else. It could be all that at the same time too. A little violence is fine, but don't go overboard with the descriptions. Also, no killing other people's characters unless you have permission from them. You can have however many characters you want. And remember to have fun! Or not, I don't care. All right, let's get started. --------------------------- Altair stared out into the night. All was quiet as the grave. Altair rested his hand on his sword and prepared himself for what was to come. One week ago, he found a letter waiting for him on his porch. The letter only said "Be ready in a week for an adventure. Bring that sword of yours." And that was it. The envelope it came in had his name on it, Altair Ashler, and nothing else. So, Altair did the same thing any self respecting adventure seeker would do. He waited until it had been a week, then grabbed his sword, a sharp, double edged broadsword made of fine steel (it was, like, a thousand dollars off of eBay and totally awesome. Definitely worth it. He called his sword Geoff.) and sat on the swinging chair on his porch, waiting for an adventure. He sat like that for four hours. Finally, Altair stood up, having finally convinced himself that nothing was coming. It was probably just a prank from some random, er, prankster. He was about to head inside when he heard a whooshing noise. Altair spun around, trying to determine where it had come from. He picked up a flashlight in one hand, his sword in the other, and crept off his porch. He had gone no more than a few feet when he caught a glimpse of something in the trees. He gasped and dropped his flashlight in surprise.

My sister gave me the callsign "Twig." It stuck.

All of the important ones, I think. Both Mistborn Trilogies, Stormlight, Elantris, Warbreaker, White Sand, Sixth of the Dusk, Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell, Skyward, Rithmatist, Reckoners, Alcatraz, and the secret projects.

Hey everyone. I'm new to the 17th shard, but I've been reading Sanderson for a few years. I've been meaning to sign up for a while, but just got around to it. Just wanted to say hi.

I think it’ll be something along the lines of: “I will let others protect me, even if it is from myself.”

Scadrial. It is one of the most advanced places, and would probably be one of the least dangerous. You can live a decent life in Elendel.