Hoid Slayer

Hehehe A magician never reveals his secrets (although the will to procrastinate homework helps) I meant sketching lemme fix that real quick I'm not sure its canon Like I said, I did make slight changes (the exposition about Heralds and Knights Radiant and Dalinar's warnings to Elhokar came mostly off the top of my head - but funny enough, I was holding my copy of the Way of Kings to try to skim a little and get inspo and I literally just happened to open it up to a discussion between Dalinar and Elhokar, so I can tell you for sure that "I will protect you" and "as you protected my father?" are direct quotes) I forgot too found it while looking through the Coppermind's WoK chapter summary while actually looking for something else) Being hopeful? Imagine what it's like for me writing it I swear I listened to like two hours of FEAR today, and then for a while I was considering Zombie by the Cranberries but it didn't really fit the mood

Yessir o7 welcome to the club

So, I tried to do this a while back, due to some requests from people on my Wind and Truth trailer concept (here for those who haven't read it, you definitely should, this is definitely not me advertising myself ), but I didn't really get into it. However, recently, I decided to give it another try inspired by the new TV announcement and a dream I had - yes, folks, part of this came from a dream. This is not a drill. I believe @VieB13 in particular expressed interest in this Here, I took some more creative liberties, especially with the voiceover (first one in the series, had to get some exposition in there somehow and I ain't mining a thousand page book I can't find a free pdf of) Same rules: Words in red describe the sound playing; normal words describe what's on the screen. Voiceover sound generally corresponds to the scene below it. For most of the trailer, listen to Victory by Two Steps From Hell. For the final chunk, listen to the second half of FEAR by NF - I'll mention it when we get there. Needless to say, spoilers for the Way of Kings ahead: ... (black screen) Silence. Out of the darkness, the slow, mournful whistle of a lone flute. The whistle ends, and a light breath is heard. Hoid's voice: Let me tell you a story. (Black.) (Quick flash of a burning battlefield, a red sky and corpses littered over the scorched ruins of a field. Strong crackling. Then the black and silence return.) Milennia ago, the Heralds protected humanity. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, we see the boots of a man, walking steadily amid the destruction.) (Flash back to black). Immortal warriors, they founded the Knights Radiant, a holy order that stood between humanity and the ones they called Voidbringers. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. The boots step over a human corpse with its eyes burned out, light rising from its flesh, mouth open in a gaping scream of death.) (Flash back to black). Then one day, the Heralds and Voidbringers fought for the final time, and humanity prevailed. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, the camera finally pans up from the floor, revealing the back of the booted warrior - a man in purple robes and armor, carrying a blade of light and walking steadily towards a blurred, brilliant figure atop an outcropping.) (Flash back to black). A child's voice interjects: Then what happened? With the Heralds? (Black.) (Flash back to battlefield. The man in purple reaches the figure on the outcropping, whose face unblurs to reveal a weary, bloodstained king. The king looks down, and camera pans to the face of the man in purple a twisted expression of pain.) Hoid: The Heralds left. (Camera zooms into Kalak's worried eyes, before fading to black.) And the Knights Radiant were soon to follow. (A couple seconds of darkness.) Music begins. (The darkness fades out to reveal a bird’s eye perspective of highlord armies, humans the size of ants, lining up for a border skirmish.) Dalinar's voice: Our kingdom is fragmented. Within our borders, Highlords squabble, failing to see the real threat that lurks in wait. (Land perspective of the skirmish. Before one of the armies, a Brightlord in brilliant shardplate rides a horse in front of his ranks. Closeup on the face of a spearman (Kaladin), sweat running down his face behind his helmet, prepared for battle.) In the Shattered Plains, we war a foe we can hardly see, a foe that has eluded us for six years now. (As human forces approach far too slowly, Parshendi harvest a gemheart, and with the signal of a Shardbearer of their own, flee.) (A chasmfiend rises from a chasm in front of a squad of humans, and Shardbearers begin to charge it.) And beyond our borders, forces beyond our comprehension amass, prepared to seize upon our weakness. (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan sketches on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, Creationspren rising around her as the massive city comes into view.) Elhokar's voice: You do not trust me. (Elhokar and Dalinar race Ryshadium in Shardplate, stopping to overlook the expanse of the Shattered Plains. Elhokar turns to Dalinar and laughs.) (Scene smoothly transitions into a tense discussion between Elhokar and Dalinar overlooking a sunset over the warcamps from a palace terrace. Camera rotates to focus on Dalinar, who clenches the railing.) Dalinar: Elhokar, I WILL protect you. (Camera focuses on Elhokar, who looks up at Dalinar with peircing eyes.) Elhokar: As you protected my father? (A cloaked man in white stalks down a dimly lit corridor. As two guards approach him, he pulls out a shardblade and cuts them down, not breaking his pace, absorbing light into himself.) Lirin's voice: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. (Szeth’s slaughter smoothly transitions into the border skirmish, as Kaladin fights his way through a bloody battlefield, cutting another man down.) Young Kaladin: And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives? (Kaladin stops fighting, and spots a boy (Cenn) struggling, an enemy soldier standing over him. Kaladin screams and runs, but he gets jostled, having to fight his way through.) Lirin: That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing. (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) Dalinar: A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. (An arena crowd goes wild as a blonde shardbearer, Adolin Kholin, holds up the shattered helmet of an opponent, heaving.) To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child. (In the stands, Sadeas casually sips a cup of wine.) (Close up on Adolin as he walks away from a squad of people who laugh at him, holding back his urge to fight.) Jasnah: When we are young, we want simple answers. (Shallan steps into the Palaneum, gazing around in awe, the camera rotating around her.) The older we grow, the more we question. We begin to ask why. (Shallan sketches a drawing of Taravangian, but the cryptics begin to appear.) (Shallan kneels on a floor stained with blood, looking down at her hands in fear.) Music dims. (This is the part where you put on FEAR by NF, timestamp 1:56 - when the piano comes in) (Screen shadows, then light slowly reappears to show Kaladin standing over the Honor Chasm. His body, soaked by rain, slightly trembles as he tries to build the courage to take the step.) (Quick flashes of memories. Young Kaladin laughs, chasing cremlings with his little brother. Old Kaladin clenches his fists. Young Kaladin dances with the spear, performing for a giggling Laral. Old Kaladin shuts his eyes. Young Kaladin helps his mother patch a roof in the weeping. Old Kaladin grimaces. Then lifts his foot, and begins to step out onto the void.) (Fast forward to timestamp 3:09) Sleepless: There are four whom we watch. (The Highlord armies from the border skirmish raise signals, and the two forces begin to rush at each other.) The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. (On the screen appear first the marching feet, then the faces and at last the full picture of Bridge 4, Kaladin at its head, marching towards a plateau. Gaz points with his blade and releases a battle cry, and the bridgemen run straight into a descending wave of Parshendi arrows.) The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. (Szeth flies down a stormlit passageway, the lights going out behind him. In another shot, he duels Gavilar, blades clashing with godly might.) The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar’s mantle over the heart of a thief. (Shallan watches as Jasnah soulcasts a wall in the Palaneum. In another shot, Shallan eyes Jasnah’s soulcaster lying alone on the bathing room counter.) The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. (Dalinar bursts out of a medieval cottage to see shadowy beasts demolishing a burning town. He is powerless, and the beasts begin to encroach upon him. In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) The world can change. (As the chasmfiend from the previous scene fully emerges from the chasm, a Shardbearer outstretches their hand.) (Axies the Collector, wearing nothing but a towel, watches as a massive spren emerges from the sea.) Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return. (In a dark Kharbranth alley, Jasnah fingers her soulcaster as she and Shallan are surrounded by bandits.) (Kaladin performs a kata in the caverns, watched by curious bridgemen.) The magics of ancient days can become ours again. (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams.) (Szeth looks up on a rainy night, the rain washing his tears.) (The chasmfiend tries to strike down… and the screen goes black. Music goes silent. Heartbeats sound. Then, suddenly, the music peaks, and the black fades to reveal a man in Shardplate holding up the massive claw.) Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. (Quick montage, scenes flowing into each other. Kaladin rides the storm. Shallan falls into a sea of beads. Kalak slams his blade into the stone. Dalinar strikes blades with the Parshendi Shardbearer. Szeth and Gavilar fall together. Jezrien slams his blade into the stone.) Music dims, and becomes mournful. (Jezrien takes one last look at the ten blades, then walks away. Screen blurs and fades to black.) Music ends. Hoid: Three of sixteen ruled... but now the broken one reigns.

Ebonaryle, The Alleys, Belias’ Domain Instinctively, without thinking, without even choosing, Ebon stepped to put himself between Perses and the young radiant and began pacing. He was used to the Alley environment, having seen it much in the last year. ”It’s the Crimson Breath. They had a bomb. Some kind of anti-investiture, harnessed at unprecedented levels. I think…” he stopped and looked up, meeting Perses’ confused gaze for the first time. “I think they finally have what they’ve been searching for.” Fractal… Ebon welcomed and noted the new information about the boy. The better he could keep track of new figures, the better. Ebon eyed the weapon warily, feeling somewhat protective of the kid, but didn’t outright say anything yet, waiting for Perses’ reaction to his news and holding back his itch to move.

Or TwinStorm Could be either of us If you don’t have a role, btw, we’ll call you “Vanilla”

Yes you can! Okay so there’s multiple threads in the subforum I recommend reading, namely the Intro to SE thread (really all you need is the top post) All the info about these particular roles for this game is in the signups post, but don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions PMs between players should be titled “QF78: [sender] - [receiver]” and should also include me, @TwinStorm and @Araris Valerian (moderators) Uhh that’s about it You’ll pick it up quickly, trust me Any particular name or flavor you want for your character? (RP is optional but fun)

Alright Gimme a sec and I’ll go ahead and send you the link

Hi! Uhh, I gotta make clear that you can’t post in the thread as a spectator. Spectator’s do get access to the Google doc where GMs talk, and they can discuss the game amongst themselves and the GMs (and the dead people!) but they can’t interact with the game itself In case it changes your decision Anyways, welcome to SE!

No problem

Uhh I hope you’re not counting on me for the reasonability Just to clarify, you are signing up, right? Welcome to SE!

*nods in prophecy fulfilled* If I may ask, why do you always pinch hit but not play?

Will add y’all to the post once I get on my laptop

sorryyy I was rushed Edit: @Honors Ghost you were asking when the next game was?

Quick Fix 78: Hearts of Riches, Rhythms of Hatred Revolar was always a chaotic city. Nestled between hills, straddled by the tributaries of the Windrunner River, it long outgrew its walls and boundaries. As Parshmen, you worked in its farms and forges, underlings to the humans who ruled the streets. Then came the Storm, heralding Their arrival. The humans fell in the chaos, and those who called themselves Fused - the voidbringers of ages past - preached salvation. Now, floods of your people arrive every day, preparing for a new age, but still you doubt. Doubt that this is truly right. That the forces that rule over you now truly have your best interests at heart. That in the aftermath of chaos, you will be able to maintain who you are. Welcome to QF 78! Your co-GMs will be me (Hoid Slayer) and @TwinStorm. Personally, this is my first time co-GMing a game, and I'm excited to share it with all of you! Alignments Singers: The Parshmen of Revolar, recently freed by Odium, you are now being forcibly corrupted into bonding Voidspren, yet you fight back. As the uninformed majority, you win when all the Regals are dead. Regals: Standard eliminator faction, you are trying to bring Odium’s power to the stubborn Singers who resist. Each cycle, you may choose to either kill another player or convert a player into the Regal faction, which happens X times per game (number determined via player count). A converted player permanently joins the Regal faction and has a 33% chance to lose their role, if any, and gain a Regal role. You have a factional doc to communicate in. You win when you outnumber the living Singers. Shardbearer: A lone warrior with a feud against the voidbringers, you see every murder of the Singers as a victory. You win when you have achieved parity with both alignments, and you have a kill once per cycle. General Rules 24 hour cycles PMs are open, go wild! There is an inactivity filter of two cycles. You must post in thread, or be replaced/removed. Players must vote in thread, red for those they’d like to accuse, and green if they would like to rescind their previous vote. At the end of each cycle, the player with the most votes will be executed. All actions, including kills and conversions must be submitted by a player in lieu of any other actions they might have. Roles Willful: You are too strong for the invading Voidspren, and they fear your inner strength. You cannot be converted by any means. Discerning: A wise member of the Listeners, you can scan a player and discover their alignment and role once per cycle. Heroic: Bold and fearless, you seek glory in protecting others. Once per cycle, you may target a player and protect them from being killed, either by the Regals or the Shardbearer. Sneaky: Sly and clever, you can target a player once per cycle and learn who they have targeted. Inspiring: A powerful leader, you can target a player and prevent them from being converted. You can alternatively target a player once per cycle and make their vote count for +1 until the end of the cycle. Spren: Bonded to a budding Knight Radiant, you are randomly assigned one player at the start of the game that they must ensure survives the game. That player does not know you are their spren. If that player survives, you win, regardless of whether the village or the elims win. You maintain your alignment if they are converted. While your Radiant is alive, you may place an extra vote on a player anonymously each cycle. Once per game, you may protect your Radiant from being killed in the Night. If they die, you automatically lose and are eliminated from the game. Direform: A powerful and vicious Regal form, you may target a player and roleblock them once per cycle. Envoyform: A charismatic and overbearing Regal, once per cycle you may target a player and decrease their vote by 1 until the end of the cycle. Stormform: Capable of bringing lightning down from the skies, you can target a player and randomly redirect an action targeting them. Shardbearer: The only member of your faction, you are immune to the conversion, and have access to your factional kill every cycle. Order of Actions Stormform Redirect Direform Roleblock Inspiring Conversion Block Conversion Protections Kills (resolve at same time) Inspiring Vote Increase Envoyform Vote Decrease Discerning Scan Sneaky Surveillance ... Quick Links Players Pinch Hitters Spectators Aaaaaand I think that's it for now Impartial Moderator TBD, Twin says he's handling it Edit: Our IM is none other than the bane of elims, the ferrous knight, the almighty pooh bear, the one, the only, @Araris Valerian!!! Oh yeah Game starts at 8 PM CST / 9 PM EST next Saturday, January 31st. It is advised to sign up a decent time before then so as not to drive your awesome GMs insane. Let the signups begin!

Alright, what the New Hallandren Guard would know about Ebon and the Crimson Breath: @Koloss17

Ebonaryle, New Hallandren, Ruins around Crater Ebon jumped at the Returned's comment. He hadn't yet gotten completely used to the heightened perception of Nalthians, and his stealthy tactics didn't work as well in the Alleycity. Thankfully, as he was mumbling a response, the Returned's attention was quickly caught by something else. He prayed the Elsecaller would find no reason to comment to anyone on his absence. Ebon had just made it into deeper ruins - where walls still stood, and wreckage provided heavy cover - when he felt the crowd around the crater shift and turned around. Immediately, he tensed. This wasn't his first encounter with the New Hallandren Guard, and he knew that Midas made sure they were some of the most serious in the Alleycity. Thankfully, he found solace in the fact he was no longer weak; his charges would be ready soon, and he could fight. No, what concerned him more as he watched from a distant warehouse window was what they might tell Kai. The guard was on the lookout for a male nex-im - and though they knew nothing about him, they thought him connected in some way to the Crimson Breath. Ebon turned away from the scene. The more time passed, the more the guard would surround the area and the higher the probability that violence would become necessary. Making sure to stay as silent as possible, Ebon found a mostly intact warehouse half and scaled it's walls, getting a better vantage point of the area. As he looked around, something caught his attention. The radiant boy was fleeing, chased by a set of guards... and... and... was that Perses? Sure enough, as the boy turned a corner, the mistcloaked man took a step and seemingly vanished into the void. An Alley. That was his way out. Relief flooded Ebon, but then he turned around to take one last look at the crater, and his heart stopped in his chest. In the nearest ruins, the guards were apprehending Kai and Cayansa. The Thaylen's body was bound in rope, unresponding to their struggles, while the Windrunner had a little more success - slicing off the rope before the halo of light around him vanished - a Leeching. They would be taken in, and they would be interrogated. Not only that, they would be told about him. About what he'd done. Ebon knew every second he waited, the Alley risked closing. They never lasted long, and it was in Perses' interest to keep this one closed. But he couldn't tear his eyes off the crater. Until eventually, he did. He looked back at the boy chased by the guards, racing down the road towards the Alley. Yes, that was his path. That was his life. He couldn't choose. No, he had promises to keep. And he couldn't hesitate any longer. With a groan, Ebon leapt off the roof onto an adjacent one that began to collapse under his weight, until he jumped onto yet another. He abandoned all caution, his body, his muscles, working in perfect cadence to achieve maximum speed. He heard shouts from behind him, but didn't turn, only he jumped again. As he flowed through the air, through the city, he couldn't help but smile, first a grin then an exultation. Yes, this was what he lived for. This was who he was. The voidlight rushing in his veins, the wind against his face, the knife in his hand. Before him, the boy almost reached the Alley - but with every second, the distance between Ebon and him shrunk, until only a street - Ebon leapt off the final roof, and as he fell, his surge recharged. Instantly, he stabbed the obsidian knife into his stomach - a wound that instantly healed around the blade, and brought him more comfort than pain, like a memory of what he used to be - and left his husk behind. In the Transported form, he raced down the street faster than any physical form. When he reformed mere meters from the Alley, he cut down all three guards with a ruthless efficiency, dead before their blood hit the pavement - and when the boy ran through the dimensional gate, he slid in after him. @Koloss17@CoderDrag0n8

I don’t really know what eggs have to do with this but I appreciate the defense Smooth, bro, smooth I should probably do that too *poofs*

They didn’t “get to me”, I’m just checking my notifs Ahh ok It is kinda funny though cause little me was low-key trans Like as a really little kid I thought there was a heaven for boys and a heaven for girls but I thought I’d be the only boy in girl heavens cause I was practically an honorary girl Dunno where all that went Y’all are getting unshared Hoid lore

*ahem* Hello I’m back Just got curious, what’s the GDB? Cause y’all keep talking about it but an internet search turns up nothing