Through the Living Wrath

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, the streets and police offices “It’s not far. I don’t need it - I have my Aons, and whoever cut my hand off thankfully did not know that I am left-handed. Now we need to be quiet - I can’t leave more of those Aons to cover our tracks.” He turned another corner, and they came across a medium sized building in the nicer - ish - parts of the Mistwarrens.

“That should work. Now - we need a second construct. This will power the first.” She got out another black stone. “I want you to get home. Perhaps warn Joy and Agony. Or whichever Spirit governs your world.”

@TwinStorm “Look; I can and will talk to you, but right now we need to get somewhere safer. I would suggest going invisible again, spren. We need to lose the Shardthief.” He drew an Aon, silencing their footsteps and turning a corner.

Kelsier

“Because Fear winning is quite scary. Now, let me teach you some basic Thread manipulation. Turn that to a shape that will strengthen Threads - should be basic enough.”

Asheol took it in calmly, until he heard that the aggressor hated radiants. “Wait… you got attacked by him? That’s… that’s bad. We need to go. Now, before he attacks again.” He turned. “Come on. We are going to the police station - it will be safer there.”

“I am… one…” she giggled, “who knows a heck of a lot. The stone will teach you basic constructs, but we won’t necessarily need to make a new one for each.” ”Well, good thing I do! I have a bunch of it here - although most of this is regular old Starstone.”

@TwinStorm Asheol frowned. “And how am I to do that? If you couldn’t tell, I am missing a hand - I cannot necessarily do much. ”I am known here as Asheol. Are you okay?”

Hang on, lemme add you to the pm

Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, the streets Teon cradled the stump of his hand as he walked down the streets, various leads - police and otherwise - running through his mind. He sighed. He had gone to a Radiant healer not even a month ago, but the healer had informed him that his wound was too old. It was internalized, now. He cocked his head as he heard a commotion - quiet at times, loud at others - not too far away. He heard at least a metalborn, but he wasn’t sure what the other party was. Diverting his route back to the police station, h started heading towards this sound, soon coming across a rabid man. Blood stained his face, specifically around his eye, though there was no wound. So he was either a Radiant, or it wasn’t his blood. Making a quick Aon, light flooded the streets. ”Hello?”

@Through The Living Glass @Spark of Hope It complied, turning into a flower, but only turning slightly silvery. ”It won’t be as powerful this way, but it serves well as a teacher.” ”Yes. I am afraid this will be difficult. You will need to travel to the Nexus with some Threadstone.”

Aela was with Felicity, with 1, not 3.

“I invented the concept of blue. Yes, it was possible before, but I was the first to use it. I understand you wish for a way back to your Threads?” “Pick it up, and think. Give it a shape, but allow it to be more malleable than the normal.”

“It has a certain appeal to me, seeing as I created it.”

Full Compounder

Do we wanna tri-character plot?

Inside is a room of silvery objects, kept in orderly cases. A man held one, and was studying it until he saw that they had entered. He seemed to like the color blue, that much was clear. He was short, wearing a blue coat, a darker blue shirt underneath. He had a pistol tucked into a leather belt, and silver spectacles on his face. He had black pants, and it all had silver embroidery. He turned to them. “Hello. I understand you have been traveling with Aela and Ember?”

1 snorted. “Well, we never really got along anyways. Don’t worry, I won’t betray you, I need you.” She picked up a small, black stone. “C’m’on. Bond that, but don’t give it a shape.”

Lerasium

She opened it, waving inside. “He is waiting.”

It was a hallway. She stepped though it briskly, knocking on a door and waiting.

Ash thought that her sister was lying about her financial destitution. Her only Feruchemical expenses were metal for her Nicrosilmind, not her addiction to oxygen or something more dangerous. Ash left Scadrial, joining rogues Alene and drinking several oxygen bottles, which cost millions of spheres. Meanwhile, Simon Kholin started embezzling Archbishop Tanner of millions of Breaths that belonged to Tanavast. He brought

The woman nodded. “Not many from here know the name of Calm, and those who do would know Intellect’s name.” She turned. “Fortunately, he is with us now.”

Ooohhhh you fixed it Ash thought that her sister was lying about her financial destitution. Her only Feruchemical expenses were metal for her Nicrosilmind, not her addiction to oxygen or something more dangerous. Ash left Scadrial, joining rogues Alene and drinking several oxygen bottles, which cost millions of spheres. Meanwhile, Simon Kholin started embezzling Archbishop Tanner of millions of Breaths that belonged to Tanavast.