Through the Living Heir

Can I join? @The Stormfather Character:

The spear of red thorns carves its way through the air, and Tondon puts his shield up to block, slightly too slow. His eyes widen, but the attack stops, splaying as if it hit an invisible wall, then dropping downward and shattering several vials of iron dust. “Huh.” Tondon says. “That’s interesting.” He cuts off the end of the projectile (is it like firing quills, or is it more stabbing with something that quickly telescopes to Tondon) with his sickle, the continues, tapping Connection. “You say you want to survive. So do I. And to survive, I need to win. If I can best you, and I can get you food, will you help me win?”

The brog or my dobbersense? Cause mine isn’t a pun. It’s like an inside joke about an inside joke, and of the eight-ish people who get it, I’m the only one I’m aware of who reads Brandon Sanderson, so I’m the only person on the planet who gets it.

“Young? Interesting. Do you really want to fight me? Even if you can kill me, you’ll be hurt. You have a different goal in mind than a simple fight. I believe you are smarter than the Game Makers say you are.” Tondon taps Connection to make him seem more important to the Redspine. (This could cause him to seem more appetizing, but it could also make it more friendly, baffled, or wary. Or all four.) He has a silver sickle in one hand and a roseitite shield in the other, and stands confidently, unafraid.

I wonder if my dobbersense is blocked by copperclouds. I know that song, but I’m not sure where the picture is from.

Tondon continues to look determined. “I will.” Then he smiles very widely. “I may even do better than that.” He shakes hands with Corin and steps outside, saying “I’ll be back,” to his alliance. Then, he goes off into the woods to find a monster. (Back to you, @BlueWildRye)

Tondon’s eyes harden. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do it. I’ll prove I’m not useless.”

People who didn’t read what my grade is: how old do you think I am?

“If I wasn’t competent, I’d be dead already. I can’t even die correctly. I was supposed to die five hundred years ago. And I’m supposed to die now. But I haven’t.”

“I think- I think you’re right. I’m not supposed to be here and I don’t know what I’m doing. And it’s all my fault.” He’s speaking through sobs. With that continuous voice crack sound, you know? THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED! (or not)

“I ended up here by accident. I used to deliver pizza. I had nice friends, and I lived right by- my parents. I’d been delivering a pizza to an office building. Large pepperoni.” he stops for a second and drinks some water. “I’m a lurcher, so I’d Pull myself up to the right floor by the fire escape sometimes. It’s faster than taking the stairs. That day, I’d been storing Connection a little, cause I wanted a raise. So this rich noble didn’t notice. He’d been one of the new mistings, as far as I can tell. He didn’t notice me as I went past, so he did something. The air became a shining sphere and everything started flashing. It flashed so fast that I closed my eyes at first. Maybe if I hadn’t I could have made it. But when I opened them again, I saw a streak of light in the sky, flashing. Buildings fell almost instantly, and then built themselves up again. The city grew taller and shinier. That was when I figured out what was happening. In the time it took, when I got to the edge, everyone I knew or loved-“ his voice breaks into a sob. “was gone. I was in the future, and all I had was my five hundred year old pepperoni pizza, still warm, and a few clips. The first night I ate the pizza. After that, someone told me to sign up for the hunger games. I figured it was an eating contest or something, and I’d had nothing to lose, so I signed up. How was I supposed to know that-“ he starts actually sobbing, and Corin gets a pause long enough to speak (Tondon’s talking pretty fast, as normal.)

“Secrets… will you tell them to people? Can the GMs hear us? And are they sending what’s happening out?” he looks around, then says, “I also know about what happened a long time ago. What would your cost be? If I could do it on my own, would it be less? Like one of those spren things, then I have to figure out whatever these ‘ideals’ are.” “Hey, Gambler!” Tondon calls, “what would I have to bet to get a spren matched to my personality? Also, would you be up for some low stakes games?” @Ancient Elantrian

“Does the armor mess with ironpulling? How much would it cost?” He considers it. “Do you think I’d be able to become one of these Radiants?”

“Deal.” Tondon hands him the fabrial.

If I’d known you play D&D, my explanation could have been so much simpler… Maybe each runescribe can take on an apprentice, or maybe two, but it takes long enough that most cannot mentor two. So random accidents drop the number of runescribes about as fast a new ones are trained. So like the astral projection spell? Yeah, I do the same thing and have the same problem. Real people tend to think of more interesting ideas, but they also tend to not care about my writing. ChatGPT tends to open its statements with a rephrasing of the question, makes bullet points, then wishes you luck and compliments your question, which is what I had done. I’ll see if I can think of some concept for you. (I’ve tried to make a rune system, but making designs was hard. You don’t necessarily need to draw all the runes. You can just describe them vaguely.) These examples could all be the same rune or be several different ones. You could even have a way to modify the runes to change the meaning (for instance, adding two diagonal lines on the fire rune might turn it to the light rune.) Home/protection/safety Movement/energy/excitement Fire/heat/light Ice/cool/dark Attack/anger/dangerous Life/plants/health/food Friendship/love Think/wonder/know Those are what I can think of off the top of my head. I can probably get others later, once you decide how you want to organize them.

I just had a very interesting thought. Adonalsium I think once we learn more about glyphs, it may give us some interesting insights. I don’t really have much else to add other than that, though.

“I was wondering if you had something that you had a deal on, or something you think would be helpful.” his eyes light up. “A whole bunch of people have these weird magic swords. Can you give me information for the feb-rail thing? I think if I go up against someone with one, I’m gonna die really fast. How do you block one, how do you prevent someone from getting one into their hand, what does the grey cut thing do, and where do you actually get one from?”

I was reading through unread content and found this. Some of you need to get either more sleep or less, I’m not sure which. I have this reoccurring dream where I start in a place I know. Usually it’s the pool where I have swim team practice, but sometimes it’s my house, my school, or somewhere else. I’m trying to get somewhere or find something, or occasionally just wandering, and the farther I get, the stranger the place becomes. I start just going through hallways or doors that aren’t there in real life, occasionally ending up in other areas of the place or sometimes even somewhere else, but the location is mostly recognizable. As I keep going though, I usually end up in a large open area, with lots of staircases, almost like a mall. I’ll wander up a staircase, and end up on another normal level, but after that passages are weird, dizzying, and unsafe. If I get in an elevator, it opens up into a ledge with nothing behind it. Staircases will be narrow, wind in different directions, and tend to lack railings, some steps, or both. After either going to another level, I tend to either fall and wake up, or refuse to move, and somehow find a safe path back to where I started or where I was going. The weird thing is that I’m not afraid of heights in real life, just in the dream. (Except those stairs going down from the parking garage in the science museum. *shudders*) Sometimes, the transportation will be extra weird, like these turbo elevators that go way too fast and make you slide up to the ceiling as they drop. Dream me for some reason chooses to go back up on these really sketchy maintenance stairs instead, which are like ten times more dangerous, and somehow still made me fall up when I got to a landing. Anyway, does this dream happen to anyone else? Or is it just me? Apparently dreams are more standardized than people think. Like weird driving dreams are common. I read somewhere that people took advantage of that to scam people into taking “psycospacial alignment programs” by listing that dreams where you have to drive from the back seat or something as a symptom.

You’re assuming I have bones, it seems. As far as I’m aware, you’re right. Supposedly, my bones are made from spellsteel, so they reflect light weirdly. There’s not very much light there anyway, so I’d say they’re probably like ultraviolet or ultra-ultraviolet. Put ultra-ultraviolet down as my answer. (Do you have a list or something?) I don’t really encounter a lot of chickens. There’s probably a really cool type of chicken that does something really strange, so I’ll pick that one.

“What are you mad at me for?! He stabbed you!” Tondon calls at the closed door, which isn’t mad about it. Tondon shrinks back. “You’re scarier now than when I first met you.” Considering the situation for a moment, Tondon decides to leave, entering the one remaining casino door. @Edema Rue “I killed someone. I didn’t strike the final blow, but I do think I struck the lethal one. I wish I didn’t, but he had me promise to remember his revolution, so I want to make his death mean something. Can I have more iron, and more food? I ate a good deal of both.” He holds up his mostly empty stock of beef jerky, multivitamins, and iron fillings. His eyes are solemn, at least as solemn as Tondon can be. “If that’s not enough, may I have a second bracer of duralumin?” He considers some more, then says, “if you have any special deals to offer, I’d be glad to hear about them. I’ve got this feb-rail, I think he called it. It tells you when people are near.”

Hello everyone! I’m bored, but also don’t have that much time, so I decided to start the lowest effort thread from my list that I’ve been procrastinating. So yeah, ask me anything. Just a note, you should ping me if you want me to get to the question in a reasonable length of time. I haven’t figured out how to get notifications for a specific thread actually on the shard instead of in the mess of automated emails I generally just mark as read without reading.

Here are the most common magic sources, which can be combined or made more difficult to limit the number of mages: Birth/ancestry: you need specific ancestors to get power. It may unlock later or require other steps to use. Random event: something you have no control over, but could happen to anyone gives you powers. For instance, purely random with no noticeable cause, struck by lightning in a magic storm, or based on the constellations when you are born. Not random event: you or someone else must do something to grant you magic. Examples: a wizard must choose you to pass on their power, you need to meditate on top of a certain mountain, or you need to win a contest you can only ever enter once. These magic causes can be combined to form a more complex magic source, for instance you are randomly able to learn magic but you still must study under a magic user to access it. (Huh, I sound like ChatGPT, don’t I.)

I was thinking combine it differently, perhaps with a couple different versions of a few runes that do mostly the same thing but not quite. For example, one person may uses the heat rune where someone else would use the fire rune. In many cases it’s the same, but try to get yourself an AC system that activates something (magic or mundane) when it gets to hot, and you end up having it only turn on when something is on fire. Really close programming languages are extra annoying to figure out, cause most things are the same but there’s a couple small changes that can mess up your entire program. Lots of parentheses syntax issues, like putting more or fewer things than intended in a conditional function.

Yeah, like that. For instance, I can (or at least could) code in Python, but I’d have no idea what a program written in another programming language would do, much less be able to modify it.