Hoid Slayer

Ahhhhhh I don’t have the time for this I haven’t read the rules But it does look like I have some time so screw it Sign me up as Hoid Slayer

I understood that reference … That’s all I wanted to say Sorry Continue as if I wasn’t here

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Thank you so much, you have no idea how happy that makes me Yo the glaze is CRAZY Also Coder I don’t know if it’s on purpose but I can’t like your posts Like the option just doesn’t appear for me

Uhh oh schnapp Wait I have my Worldhopper crossover LG I wanna do it right though and I don’t think I’ve really got the time with the end of the year approaching I would love to co-GM with someone however, and maybe over the break I can run a game proper I really wanna get back into playing but I’m so busy

Ebonaryle, New Hallandren, Garrison Ebon heard screams and the sounds of fighting in the distance, and tensed. Storms. They were here. He turned back to the girl, and pulled his knife out of his leg. Her eyes revealed fear, but she tried to smile at him. ”They’re coming.” He growled. ”Then you should tell me everything quickly.” He pressed the blade to her neck, and began to push. She swallowed, and shut her eyes. Then she opened them again, and spat at him. ”I would rather die.” ”If you could, you’d have done so already.” He began to slide the blade, ever so slightly, down her skin. “I know pain. Let us see how long your resolve lasts.” In the end, it took him less than five minutes. And as he entered his final Jump, prepared to leave the garrison, three words repeated in his head. The Warbreaker Ball. Limel, New Hallandren, Garrison Limel stumbled backwards, then slowly opened his mouth. ”We need to go.” The first phrase was a stuttered murmur. Cayansa turned to look at him quizzically, a chunk of aluminum in their hand. He raised his voice, and screamed. “WE NEED TO GO!” Limel took another step backward, then turned around and began to run, but not before seeing an Awakener wrapped in flowing red cloth step through to open doorway. The Crimson Breath had arrived. New Hallandren, Outside of New Hallandren Garrison Gunshots rang out in all directions from within the cloud of smoke. They didn’t seem concerned with firing at anything in specific as much as causing panic. As Lux watches, constables come running out towards the site, and they are met with either shots or flowing ribbons of red. He can observe shadowed figures darting towards the walls of what’s left of the garrison, and smaller explosions being set off around it. The attackers seem desperate. @Koloss17@CoderDrag0n8@Ink and Embers@KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren@KnightSkye Reforged

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Put me down as a pinch hitter, please

You got this TJ! Best of luck

I'm not sure if this is the right place to put this but I was listening to The Hand by Annabelle Dinda and it struck me the parallels that can be drawn to Kelsier and Vin's stories in Mistborn Era 1 (and Secret History), and once the idea got in my head it was stuck there It's just text because I have absolutely zero art skills but anyone more talented than me is welcome to draw inspiration from this (so long as I get credited) Text in italized red are the lyrics of the song, normal text is the scene in the edit being played with that line Note that it's been a bit since I read the books so I might have sorta made up a lot of the scenes I'm not quite sure This actually took me way longer than I expected I hope you enjoy it! 0:00 - 0:10: Intro music Every time a guy writes a song he's a cowboy, a sailor, Kelsier walks into a crew meeting, smirking as everyone turns to look at him Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer, Kelsier flies through the rooftops of Luthadel at night, mistcloak ruffling in the air behind him. He comes to rest perched atop a sire, overlooking the city Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer Kelsier speaks commandingly to soldiers in the tunnels. In another scene, Vin watches shyly as he gives a boastful presentation Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here, Kelsier looks at a page with a sketch of a Marewill, at a portrait of Mare A hand, The shot of Kelsier looking at the page molds into a shot of a bleeding arm reaching out of the pits of Hathsin A spike, Kelsier duels with a steel inquisitor, who leaps after him, face twisted in rage, spiked eyes center-stage A physical fight, Kelsier gets up bruised from the floor, wiping blood from his jaw, to face a group of imposing hazekillers A flash of light, Kelsier crawls out of the pits of Hathsin, eyes burning with rage, and stands up to face the sun A curtain Kelsier stands with his back turned to the audience, before a burning mansion, mistcloak ruffling in the light of the flames A toll, Shot of steel inquisitors looming over a restrained Marsh, who tries to struggle to no avail A tithe, Mare is ripped, screaming, from the hands of a weeping Kelsier The passage of time, Kelsier flies, faster and faster, through the skyline of Luthadel A height, a dive, a burden Sequence of shots of Kelsier fighting and killing his way out of the pits of Hathsin for the first time, merge into shots of Kelsier destroying the pits in wrath after he thinks Marsh is dead A girl, a night, a typical type Shots of Kelsier and Mare breaking into Kredik Shaw together moments before disaster, laughing, meld into shots of Kelsier looking at Vin with sorrow in his eyes A siren in the water, Kelsier holds a wounded Vin from her stint in Kredik Shaw, pulling her close in an embrace as tears fall down his rough face A scroll, Kelsier flips through Alendi's notebook, A nod, Kelsier gives Vin, hidden away in the crowd, one final, slight nod as the Lord Ruler walks towards him A message from god, In the pits, Kelsier snaps A Son, a Holy Father Vin screams as the Lord Ruler slaps Kelsier, and he is thrown to the floor Every time a guy writes a song he's a sailor, a cowboy Vin watches from a rooftop as Luthadel burns, the skaa spurred by Kelsier's sacrifice Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself, Shot of Kelsier laughing at Vin as he trains her in her abilities, before casually walking off a wall and plummeting Every time I open my mouth, I think wow, what a loud noise Vin stands in the shadows at Camon's hideout, watching the others drink and laugh boisterously Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed Vin spins in a daze at a ball, marveling at its grandeur The hand, the pen, the writing again Vin peeks through a window at a meeting between Elend and his friends, laughing, writing, planning The wind around the willow, Vin tosses through the air with Shan Elariel, fighting Atium ghosts The felt, the ice The people of Luthadel cheer as Elend is crowned king, and Vin continues to watch from the side The passage of time, Vin races across Luthadel rooftops, first alone, then with TenSoon as a time jump occurs The melting down, the window Armies gather outside Luthadel, and as Elend's speeches grow frantic, Vin watching in the crowd The now, the then, the thinking of when Vin chases ghosts in the night, chases a Mistborn through the rooftops The bottle in the ocean, Vin stands before Zane as he slowly spins around in the air, showing her his face The strike, the pause Vin gasps as a figure of mist stabs Elend in the stomach, and he collapse The message from God, Vin walks into the Well of Ascension, lies down to float in the pool Forbid she shows emotion, Vin releases the power, and Ruin escapes This isn't rage, it's worth a mention Vin dances with Elend, smiles as he smiles back at her This is a fake internal tension Vin stands before a crowd, covered in the blood of a would be assassin, and her face twists in dismay at Elend's look of horror Sometimes I spread out one opinion, Vin attends a meeting with Straff alongside Elend And stand on its back to gauge attention Vin makes Straff feel absolute, crushing dismay This isn't rage, it's too specific Vin flies through the sky alongside Zane I like to hate symbolic limits Together, Vin and Zane massacre Cett's men This is no statement, I'm complicit Vin watches a survivorist group worship her This is a dream, God put me in it A shot of a desperate Vin feeding Elend Lerasium turns into a shot of young Vin's mother stabbing her earring into her A hand, Vin grabs Elend's hand, and they begin to dance A spike, Vin duels with a steel inquisitor outside of Vetitan A physical fight, Elend swoops in, and together, they defeat the inquisitor The wind around the willow, Kelsier stumbles in the cognitive realm, running through walls of mist A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, Shots of Vin and Elend arriving at Fadrex, transitioning to Vin being captured and seeing her brother appear to her The melting down, the window Kelsier runs, falls into the mists, and reaches upwards, screaming but finding no purchase The now, the then, the thinking of when Shots merge of Vin and Elend dancing in Fadrex, dancing in an early ball, Vin racing towards Luthadel The siren in the water, Kelsier holds the Ire's device, and sees the figure of Preservation dying before him The strike, Vin rips through steel inquisitors, the mists swirling around her The pause, Marsh holds Vin and growls, raises his axe to kill her The message from God, Vin closes her eyes, and Marsh rips out her earring Does that make me his daughter? Vin's eyes snap open, and she explodes with power A hand, As they dance, Vin releases Elend's hand A shove, Kelsier is shoved to the ground by soldiers as Mare is killed before his eyes A valley, Kelsier, exhausted, walks over a hill to observe the final clash of Ruin and Preservation over the Pits of Hathsin from the cognitive realm A jump, Vin leaps into the air, climbing higher and higher, leaving the floor of Luthadel behind A score under the wire, Vin screams as Kelsier shuts his eyes, and welcomes death Just sweep me up, just sweep me up, and take me somewhere higher Suspended in the air, Vin absorbs the mist, and sees everything Just sweep me up, just sweep me up, and take me somewhere higher As Preservation dies, Kelsier smashes the Ire's device, and Ascends Just sweep me up, just sweep me up, and take me somewhere higher Vin clashes with Ruin, and destroys them both. Shot of her and Elend's bodies arranged in a field of flowers. Final shot of a hooded Kelsier arriving in South Scadrial, outstretching a scarred hand to a worried man

That’s what I used to think too Then I forced myself to go. I was stressed, and wary, and didn’t expect it to work at all It did Trust me, no matter how much better it seems to stay static from where you are, trust me. It’s always easier to do nothing. Professional help - even if you think you don’t need it - is worth it

Okay umm I want to say something I’ve read a bit - not a whole load but a bit - and I just wanna say some things A lot of you are not ok That doesn’t mean you’re a bad person It doesn’t mean there’s something broken in you It means you need help And for storm’s sake, get out and look for it And I mean real help, not online forum help This thread is incredible. Having a space to share struggles, to carry the weight as a group, is incredible. Hell, I wish I had the time to be here more often to carry the weight with y’all. But there is also something dangerous about a space like this. In an environment where everyone is stuck in self-loathing - in pessimism - the sharing of burdens can become instead an echo chamber. And though it’s nice sometimes to talk with others who go through the same we do, it should never be normalized. I don’t give a flying fudge if you’re performing. I don’t give a fudge if you’re not worth the effort. If you’re reading this, and I mean this in the best way, get help. Talk to a psychologist. It helped me so, so much. Talk to a friend who isn’t struggling as well, and won’t bounce it back at you. PM me. I’m always here, regardless of who you are. Please @#1 Taln Fan I don’t know what’s up with you recently but I think if memory serves me you’ve got some experience with psychology and can maybe help out a little here Depression sucks. Hating yourself sucks. But it only works if you accept that there’s no way out of it. And that isn’t true. And if you wanna get out of that hole you’re in, you’re going to need to do a good deal more than compare burdens with strangers on the internet I’m sorry if this comes off as strong as aggressive But I want the best for each and every one of you

Hey guys I’ve been gone a while I came in to pop in quickly and it seems I popped into a pretty dark conversation that I’m not really in any position to speak on But I did just wanna take a moment to say: For anyone who’s struggling. You are strong enough. It doesn’t matter how many times you fall down or give in. The only thing that matters it that you keep. Walking. Forward. And for that, you are strong enough. Life sucks sometimes. But I promise that the light you cannot see at the end of the tunnel is worth fighting for. I know it is because I didn’t see it once. And looking back on my past self - at how sad, how certain he was - I am so happy I kept going. I am so happy I proved him wrong. Just because you’ve tripped doesn’t mean you can’t walk, and you should just accept your fate. It doesn’t matter if you trip five, or ten, or twenty times in a row. Keep going. Crawl if you have to. It doesn’t fudging matter if you don’t know what you’re hoping for, what you’re fighting for. It’s there. Fight for it. It doesn’t fudging matter if you keep on going forever and don’t make any progress, keep falling down. Fight for it. You don’t need to be perfect. You don’t need to be good. You don’t need to meet a single standard you set for yourself. You just need to keep going. Just relapsed after you thought you were clean? Get back up, keep going. Drag your feet for a year, don’t make any progress, wondering what’s the point of it all? It doesn’t matter, keep going. Please. Promise me. Promise yourself. Our minds have an annoying habit of nearsightedness. They glorify the past, and bind the future to the small box of the present. The future is not bound by the present. There could be happiness around the corner, a month from now, that your mind today could not imagine. Your mind today is wrong. Keep going. … Also yes everybody get a psychologist even if you think they won’t help I swear they do Okay wait yes just saw this I feel you so much Especially the whole not knowing if you’re just overreacting and not actually depressed or just wanting to be depressed for some weird mind reason you know what I mean First off: Looking back on it, I’m like 90% sure I was actually depressed so take that stupid mind Second: Like I said, your mind will play tricks on you. You don’t need a diagnosis for your pain to be valid. Even therapists can’t 100% analyze your mind, even they’re just making really really educated guesses Okay so I can’t actually give an answer to this but I’ve been reading this horrendously dense book “Rayuela” (Hopscotch, it’s a philosophical fever dream manifesto masterpiece highly recommend if you’re willing to not understand a load of it) and some of what I’ve gotten out of it so far is that a philosophical rabbit hole can be pretty bad As depressed teens (don’t actually know how old you are but making an assumption and really this applies even if you’re like a sixty year old grandpa which I really doubt) we like to question everything and doubt everything and moan about stuff That gets you nowhere Sure doubting and questioning it’s important. Just don’t get so obsessed with those questions cause it can get you stuck in a really toxic spiral So my solution is really: Follow your gut, use empathy, and stop and think: does this really matter or am I just doubting and complaining for the sake of doubting and complaining? Okay damn I’ve been yapping a lot I need to go to sleep Lots of massive hugs guys Also holy dangnation I feel like an inc this is messed up UNC not inc ’Night guys

Ebonaryle, New Hallandren, Garrison Ebon stopped before a dark cell. He knew instantly it was the right one. All the other prisoners ran up to their bars, mumbling or begging, or cowered at the back of their cells. But the girl in this one didn't do any of that. Instead, she sat composed against the back wall of her enclosure, gazing into the passageway expectantly. Until she saw Ebon, and her face fell into a mask of fear. To her credit, she erased it quickly. But he had seen enough. Ebon paused before her cell, then leaned forward to get a closer look at her. Sure enough, that was a lab coat, covered in soot. She must've made it just out of the range of the explosion. Ebon thought for a second about how to proceed. Then he decided to take the quick way. In an instant, he Shifted, drifted into the cell, and reformed. Before the girl could react, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the wall. She let out a quick shriek, and he felt her heart thump under his carapace. In the distance, he heard an explosion. He attuned once more the Rhythm of Executions, and growled. "Tell me all you know." Limel, New Hallandren, Garrison "Uhh..." the things they had confiscated. Where were they? "Your things should be in a locker. But, if I'm being honest... they're probably lying in someone's office somewhere." He gave a sheepish smile. Suddenly, a massive boom rocked the floor beneath their feet. Limel spun as the blast door they had come in through slammed open a couple meters behind them. He watched, in almost excruciating slow motion, as a constable in full uniform fell face first through the gate. The body - face coated in red - hit the floor, and as their gazes aligned, Limel saw something come over the officer's eyes. The man opened his mouth to scream - but then, suddenly, a red cloth swung in from beyond the doorway where Limel couldn't see and wrapped around his mouth. The constable's eyes widened, and as Limel watched in shock, the cloth pulled his body back out through the doorway. For a couple seconds, everyone stayed frozen, listening to sounds of screaming and beating from outside, staring at the human shaped, red mark that now stained the previously clean corridor floor. Then the alarms came back on, and all colors broke loose. Suddenly, Lux heard a massive explosion from across the street, and if he were to turn his head, would see screaming people running from the sight of the explosion and hooded figures racing towards what was left of the garrison.

I want to play But I know if I sign up I won’t have the time to play Hmm Pinch hit, please

Gonna try and post tomorrow, sorry for the delay

Ver froze. First Oxy's message, and now this. It couldn't be a coincidence. He chose his next words with extreme care. I know it nears.

Ebonaryle, New Hallandren, Garrison Ebon stayed watching just long enough to see Midas restrained, and turned and ran. He could've stayed to finish him off, but the Leeching still chilled him, and he had to be more careful. And he couldn't afford to waste any more time. As Midas called for help from behind him, Ebon raced down the corridor, and reached a circular gate. The cell block. It was locked, but Ebon was prepared. He pulled the identification card he'd taken from the officer earlier, and raised it to a scanner in the center of the gate. A few seconds, and something clicked. Ebon waited patiently as gears spun, a hiss of air was released, and the circular door opened a couple inches. Immediately, he grabbed onto the crack and heaved, opening it fully. He looked inside. The gate led into another, dimly lit corridor, the walls replaced with two parallel rows of cells. Each cell was separated from the central passage by aluminum bars. The entire area was dull; no color for awakening. These were the simple cells; superpowered criminals would be held somewhere more special. But Ebon's target wasn't superpowered. He stepped into the corridor, and began to search. Limel, New Hallandren, Garrison Limel nodded, worry setting in. "They'd only be able to get in if someone opened a door for them. Otherwise... the entire space is on lockdown."

Vox. Ver tested out the name. He liked it, and not only because it was reminiscent of his own. It was a fitting name for a voice in his head. Ver withstood the pain, and sure enough, in an instant, it was gone. But this time, unlike the others, he held onto it, grafting the information of the sensation into his Web database. A simple search, a simple thought, and the waiting began.

Not a line actually written but something I plan to have in the prologue of the book I'm writing: “You won’t win. You-” he bent over, coughing, “you can’t win. They will come for you, and they will kill every damn one of you.” Death smiled even wider. “You are the ones who began this war, young man. All we seek is justice. "And it is you who will pay the price of our redemption." And then in the climax of the book, when the guy they call "Death" here's protegé is standing up to him and he's begging her to stand aside so he won't have to kill her. "So Death can weep."