Hoid Slayer

You know, I’ve been thinking, and it’s time to get something off my chest. This is a bit of a sensitive topic, but it’s something I’ve never shared with anyone and it’s weighing down on me. For some reason, I trust you guys, so… yeah. (Please don’t hate me for this)

Ok, yeah, that makes sense Also makes sense. Where did you get that nickname, anyway? Did you just make it up? Honestly I just like the colors (and it kiiiiinda goes with my name which I just made randomly on a whim) I assume this is more of Hawks’s work. The recurring mask theme is cool. Don’t really love the color scheme though, personally. 7/10

Hmm… interesting symbolism (not that I know what it is), eery mask (perhaps has to do with concealing identity?), nice hand drawn feel. Especially shines when compared to the previous one; the addition of wings shows meaningful progress. A nice color scheme as well. All in all, a solid 8/10

Ebonaryle, Mistkeep, Outside Wickwillow Manor It hadn’t taken Ebon long to reach Wickwillow Manor. He already knew the location, and with his Fused abilities, getting there was a simple task. No, it hadn’t taken him long to get there. What exhausted him was the waiting. For more than an hour, Ebon waited patiently outside the building as the sun set, and Mistkeep fell beneath the shroud of darkness. This city unnerved him; so many buildings should not be packed together. As the time passed, he fidgeted with the knives at his waist. For this excursion, he had brought nothing else; they were all he could take during his transportations. Once at the district, he had been able to find an old leather belt to attach them to at an abandoned shop. Now, he stood on the roof of a neighboring clocktower, patiently watching the streets from above. Eventually, he was forced to make a decision. Ebon stood up suddenly, startling a crow that had decided to roost in the old bell. He had no way of knowing when Perses would next visit the manor; sometimes, he wasn’t seen in the area for over a week - although that could be attributed to the fact there were not many to see him even if he was here. Regardless, Ebon would not spend an eternity waiting. He made a decision; he would explore the manor, and deal with whatever was inside. Choice made, Ebon carefully descended the building, careful not to waste any of his transportations. Once down, he approached the large ornate doors. He hesitated for a second, then pushed open the doors. And stepped inside. @Koloss17

Ebonaryle, The Mistwarrens, Lord Street Endure. The thought resounded in Ebon's head as he slowly trudged back to his alley; he was in no rush to remind himself of his position. For millennia, he had always been able to use his cunning and faith to manipulate any situation to his liking. He had fought kings and Radiants, and even clawed his way out of madness. So why couldn’t he survive in this city of aliens? Endure. As the sun set in Alleycity, it seemed to cast a red light over the street, bathing it in flame while transforming innocuous objects into monstrous shadows. In the distance, he heard screams, likely just another street fight. And yet, the imagery sent Ebon’s mind spiraling into a memory; a world of fire, filled with the screams of the damned. A world of endless suffering. A world that now seemed an eternity away, despite the memory taking place not so long ago. Ebon shook his head, freeing himself from the vision. There was no time to dwell on the past. Only the present mattered. Endure. Ebon heard the familiar thumps of boots on the uneven pavement behind him, and ducked beneath one of the many awnings that polluted the street just in time to twist and observe those who approached. He needn’t have worried; the pair of constabulary officers were drunk as usual, and didn’t even look to their sides as they stumbled past him to a nearby bar. It had been a week since Ebon’s inopportune arrival in Alleycity, and yet he had yet to make any progress in identifying his assailants. He struggled to find employment or housing because of his appearance; nobody wanted to hire a demon. He had thought of seeking the constabulary for help, but concluded they were unlikely to accept him. Additionally, he had seen what appeared to be a fourth ideal Windrunner with them; best to stay away from that encounter. Endure. The Constables turned into the establishment, and Ebon finally left his hiding spot and resumed his journey. This street, full mainly with shops and other services, was mostly empty at night. Soon, he turned into a much busier neighborhood; New Fadrex, also known as the slum of the slums. Here, the streets overflowed with the poor and the unfortunate. Many people struggled to walk through here as they were surrounded by beggars and pickpockets. As Ebon traveled through, however, the crowd parted around him. Conversations stopped and children began to cry as all made way for the monster. Endure. Finally, Ebon arrived at his destination. As he turned into his alley, he found a group of Idrian children laughing and playing with a ball. The wealth of cultures in this place never ceased to amaze him; was this truly the center of the Cosmere? Could he have stumbled upon it unknowingly? Perhaps, one day, after delivering his prize to Silverlight, he could return to this place. No. Those were thoughts for another time. No matter how much he proved himself, this place would never accept him. He would have to make his own path, his own way. He growled at the children, causing them to scatter, and stepped into his residence. Endure. He walked into the alley and observed his few possessions. A flea bitten blanket that barely wrapped around his chest, a makeshift wooden shelter, and a bar of soap. He had also built a small set of gutters with used pipes and a bucket to collect occasional rainwater. He set down his satchel, removing the rest of his belongings; a pair of stolen obsidian knives, a waterskin, rudimentary writing utensils, and his most prized possession; a small notebook he had found abandoned in the alley his first day in the city. He took out the notebook, flipped it open to the first empty page, and began to write: “Twinborn: Born with both allomantic and feruchemic abilities. Post-Catacendre only.” In this notebook, he tracked everything he learned about the greater Cosmere. He was a quick learner, and yet the depth of the culture and investitures amazed him. He continued to fill in more sections of the notebook, each entry expanding his understanding. Endure. Soon the task was finished, and he was forced to face an unsettling truth. His research alone would not get him what he wanted. He hesitated, then flipped to the final part of the book. All his searches for the person in power led him to one name; Perses. From what he had gathered, Perses was an angry but powerful crime lord from Scadrial. He was likely to be able to help Ebon, or at least involve him in things. And yet, every one of his attempts to meet with Perses in the last week had failed. He arrived late to every sighting, and everyone was too scared to give him too much information. Perhaps it was time to try something a little more… forward. In these final pages, Ebon had tracked Perses’s every movement that he could find. Using this data, Ebon had been able to find a common thread. While Perses’s goings were hard to track - many of them seemed to end in dead ends - he favored one location over any other. Ebon dragged his finger down the page, eventually resting it over one name: Wickwillow Manor. Endure.

Sounds good, for now I will just have him deduce the location and see how things progress. Edit: Hey, since the plot seems to be a little stuck now, maybe we can get into a scene? I’m planning to have Ebon scout out the manor, so maybe he can see Perses enter or leave and follow him? I don’t really know what the overarching plot is, if there is one.

Whatever it is, you can always talk to us, even in private. Do not suffer alone.

Hi guys! I’m new here, and just got my first character approved. His name is Ebonaryle, but he goes as Ebon for short. He is a Husked-one Fused who struggles with an existential crisis and ended up stranded in Alleycity after being robbed by a group of masked assailants after deserting Odium. I’ve read all of Era 8 so far, and I’m thinking of making him an introductory post in the main plot thread just to establish where he is now. I’m thinking of having him sort of stalk Perses, since he is the figure of power in the Mistwarrens. @Koloss17, is it alright for him to deduce that Perses is staying at Wickwillow manor? I don’t know if it’s public knowledge, but if it isn’t, you can be assured he won’t share it with anyone. If it’s alright, could you give me a general overview of what Wickwillow Manor really is if I want Ebon to scout it out? Thanks. I also need ideas for what the organization that robbed him and left him here is, as they took something important from him and he wants it back, to say the least.

Well… we know many fused aren’t exactly completely sane I get what you mean, and it makes sense. Still, with infinite voidlight with the help of, say, a perpendicularity, one can only imagine… And also, I get why something sticking out of the body would be difficult, but what about something internal like Wolverine’s claws? It is much easier for that to be seen as a part of oneself, and it’s hard to believe all non-digested items within the body would be left behind…

So, I was making a character for one of the role playing subs, and it got me thinking. We know from Rhythm of War (RoW) that Husked-ones can’t bring anything with them when they teleport (it’s the reason Lezian has to fight with his carapace). But what if they pierced their bodies with something? Say, an earring? Would that be transported with them? Even though it’s not technically part of their body, we know from Mistborn (no spoilers) that metal piercing someone’s body can’t be allomantically affected. Additionally, if Husked ones truly can’t take anythingwith them them, what about things in their stomach? Maybe they can’t take anything inorganic with them, but what if they swallowed something inorganic at some point by accident? This clearly has something to do with Identity, and probably has something to do with how the subject perceives themselves (Intent). Now, it’s unlikely a Fused perceives something like a knife they occasionally pierce their body with as a part of them, but it could happen. And if so, then in theory, Lezian could have just gone around with a bunch of weapons stuck in his flesh and pulled them out when necessary. Yes, it would consume a lot of voidlight to heal, but it might be worth it. Of course, as I was typing this, I realized you could extend this to create a stormlight or voidlight fueled Wolverine! I mean, isn’t that basically what El is? (I haven’t finished the Lost Metal and still haven’t read Wind and Truth, so please prevent spoilers)

It really is. We would walk EVERYWHERE though, some days we got 25k+ steps, and it was often freezing cold. Oh, and we ate pizza EVERY SINGLE DAY. Edit: Also, @Halcyon The Only, are you willing to elaborate on your schoolwork system? Right now I procrastinate a lot and school leeches a lot of my free time

I can’t speak for @Just A Silvereye, but with my group I saw the Pantheon, the Colosseum and we explored the Roman Forum, but without a tour guide so I don’t actually know what we were looking at. Here are some photos I took:

Hmm… well, something that went well for me last week was that I attended an MUN conference in Rome and was the only person in my school to get TWO awards. And something that I did that I liked was that I got to do a lot of tourism in Rome cause of the conference. What about you? Going to answer your own question?

I fear I relate way too much to that. My guinea pigs are sometimes the only things that keep me going when things get REALLY bad but I don't actually want to die, I haven't since I got them and that was three years ago. I have a lot of passive stuff (I wish I wasn't alive but I don't want to die) but I think it's manageable. The approval part is so... yeah. I'm a recovering people pleaser/validation seeker and it was... messy. Don't be like me guys! I've started validating myself a ton and appreciating the small things I do (since no one else really does) and I think that helped a TON. Also therapy. Yeah I hate myself too. It's weird because I don't hate-hate myself (except for on the rare occasion) but a lot of it is guilt related and such. Like to a Wayne extent. I don't know what I do bedsides try not to think about it? I just relate to that so heavily. Storms. I'm doing the best I have in years yet this stuff is always lurking in the back of my mind. Oof, yeah… that’s hard. I don’t know how healthy it is, but I also tend to shove away many of my problems (like my eternal existential crisis) by simply not thinking about them. The downside of this is that it’s almost like becoming a different person; everyone around me just sees me like, a smart, innocent, happy kid and doesn’t understand what I’m going through. I’ve never really wanted to KMS, but that’s probably because of my thanatophobia and apeirophobia (fear of death and oblivion, self diagnosed but pretty sure it’s there), one of the things I’ve been suppressing. Like, when I was younger, a simple thought about death would send my brain spiraling into much deeper thoughts about oblivion, making my heart beat faster, my palms sweaty and keeping me awake at night. Nowadays, however, I have suppressed these thoughts to the level where I can talk about it without actually thinking about it, if that makes sense. But is this real progress? Or will it just re-emerge later? Also, on a different note: Winter break? Falling asleep 6 hours ago? Where do you guys live?

I get what you mean. The good thing is, there will always be people out there to remind you about the good things and not just the bad. I think a big reason in why we’re always so hard on ourselves is because we are the only ones whose dark sides we get to see, so to speak. Many of our worst thoughts and shames will always remain private to ourselves and no-one else. This is a double edged sword; while it means other people treat us better than we think we deserve, it also means that we don’t see other people’s dark sides. This can make us think they don’t have any, and thus there is something wrong with us. Long story short, life is rigged to make us hate ourselves. Don’t let it. I’m not a big hug person, but: *hug* Edit: And a big hug as well to @Clinically insane, you’re doing awesome Umm… guys. I accidentally deleted most of my previous post while trying to edit it and don’t know how to restore it. Any help? Nevermind, I just rewrote it.

At least I slay, while you’re stuck thousands of light years away [rolls up imaginary sleeves]

Fight anyone, ey…

Noooooo! Granted. It comes in your breakfast (you unknowingly swallow it). I wish to avenge my past self and slay Cultivation, ascending to the Shard and taking control of the Nightwatcher.

Granted, but I granted the wish, and so now it all listens to me (buahaha) I wish to remove the new solar umbrella and restore the new world to my liking, thus completing my villain arc (and saving the world) Edit: Just realized I never granted @AltonicKeys wish, but I guess my wish can be his boon

At least it’s an upgrade… Granted. You become omnipotent, but never realize. You spend the rest of your life wondering why you’re wish was never granted. I wish to be God of EVERY single grain of sand in the world, along with all my previous abilities.

I think you mean babes. Edit: I meant banes, but it’s so funny I’ll just leave it Granted. You receive a cheap Syl plushie that spouts cringie dialogue when it is squished at the least opportune moments. As a random animal, I wish to become God.

Hi! New to this thread, but interested in maybe joining. I read the guides, and don’t really have a plan for this character, but would like to involve him in any way possible. @Koloss17

You are now a wind whisper! Downside; you are severely allergic to tin, a fact you only become aware of when you ingest it. Now a snail, I wish to change my form into any other animal at will.

I’ve got your favorite song readied on the CD player. Hi guys!!! Ooh, that was a bad idea. Umm, somebody help!

Wonderful; you the money is placed in a safe that can never be opened, not even by you. I wish for immortality, but in the least painful way possible while still preserving my consciousnesses and ability to observe the world.