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Upon which his hand felt slick with blood, and he felt something metalic imbedded in his flesh. But...he didn;t feel any pain. That must have been a bad sign he thought. But then, as his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, he realised he was being watched, no, he thought, watched is the wrong word, for instead of eyes, the thing had spikes imbedded into it. He wore black robes. No way, he thought, is this ironeyes?? At which the figure spoke. "sorry my friend, but you have some powers that I sorely need" And then there was darknes.

I wonder if cyborgs will be a thing in Scadrial. ... And depending on what kind, they'd be horribly and monstrously strong, wouldn't they? We already know how strong a master of the Metallic Arts can be when their bodies are pierced with metal, imagine what it would be like if they were intwined with that metal, married flesh to steel in a way not even an Inquisitor could possibly comprehend? In other words, OP as fuuuuuu... Suddenly, an Inquisitor or Koloss doesn't seem that tough when a Terminator can do a better job.

Maybe Allomantic railguns? Use Allomantic steel and perhaps Allomantic duraluminum to fire the projectile, and use Feruchemical tin to provide a scope.

I've checked it this morning, everything is fine

Alright, first part of Memebreaker. Here it is:

Noticed this one on the cover of a copy I borrowed from the library. Ugh. UGH.

I want to spectate 'cause i have no idea how to play yet.. . XD

Chuck Norris climbed Mt. Everest in 15 minutes -- 14 of which he was building a snowman. Chuck Norris can pick oranges off of apple trees and make the best lemonade you've ever tasted. Chuck Norris actually died 2 years ago, but the Grim Reaper was too scared to tell him. My brother told me a bunch of those tonight, I'll spare you the rest.

I confess to not paying much attention to the forum's spoiler policy outside of the days surrounding new releases, so correct me if I am wrong, but I thought that: unless there is a dedicated spoiler board (e.g. "Oathbringer"), nothing from the given world requires tagging. So, in the absence of a dedicated spoiler board, 100% of the Stormlight content is fair game in the Stormlight forum if there is a dedicated spoiler subforum, all threads about the book in question go there, and do not need to be tagged (though titles should note that the thread will contain spoilers, and avoid being spoilery themselves) Content from one world/series/book should be hidden inside spoiler tags when referenced in another forum (e.g. Stormlight content should be hidden inside the Mistborn board) everything is fair game in the Cosmere forum

Thanks for all of your input on the Christmas thing, guys. I thought I should tell you what I've decided. I've decided to go. Not because I feel like I owe this to my parents, but for other reasons. First, the purely positive ones. I'll get to see my siblings, who I haven't seen in months. We have a pretty good relationship, and get along well in person. I'll get to see Bruno and Mollie—and since Bruno is getting pretty old, morbid as this sounds, I may not get another chance. I'll get to have a Christmas with real snow, something I haven't had since before the move to Tucson. I'll be taking Bruce with me, so I'll know he'll be okay. Everything I've read online says that pugs are fine to fly if you take them in the cabin, and many airlines don't allow short-nosed dogs in the cargo hold anyway. (Not that I'd want him in there—I tend to worry.) My parents already know that I only have five days of leave saved up and that I want to leave at least one of them untouched, so this visit won't be terribly long. (I do have a floating holiday that I need to use before the year ends, but I haven't told them that.) The holidays are usually pleasant in the Twiparent household, so I won't be getting the full brunt of Twiparent awfulness. Now for the strategic reasons. Things between me and my parents haven't been volatile at all; in fact, they've been rather peaceful. If I cut things off now, they'd wonder what the storms was going on—and all of their imagined reasons would place me in one unflattering position after another. In other words, if I don't do this, they'll suspect that either something is terribly wrong or that I have something to hide; and if they think I have something to hide, they will do everything they can to find out what it is. Going home for Christmas will be one small step to keep them off my back. Next, I know my parents. I know they probably suspect things about my current lifestyle, things that they don't let on about when we're talking over the phone. Seeing them in person, hearing their conversations, picking up all the little hints they drop, will give me a better idea of just what they're assuming and will allow me to decide how I should deal with that. Not how to hide it, but when to address it and how. If I don't do this, they'll have something to hold over my head when I do come clean about all of the stuff I need to come clean about. I know I'll need to address all of that stuff eventually, and when I do, I know they're going to dredge up any evidence against me that they have. Not going home for Christmas would be a huge piece of ammunition in their hands, and they can and will twist it a hundred different ways. I don't want to give them any more ammunition than I have to. Finally, I know I'll have to cut things off with them eventually, whether temporarily or permanently. I also know that refusing to go home for Christmas, when I don't have any close friends in my area, will send a powerful message. Right now, when things are fairly peaceful, isn't the right time to send that message. It's the nuclear option, and I'll need to save it for when I need to send a strong message: "The way you're treating me is not okay, and if you continue to treat me like this, there will be consequences." If I send that message when they've done nothing to provoke me, they'll interpret it as me being a brat. I need to send that message at a time when things are bad enough that the only possible interpretation is, "Twimom. Twidad. STAHP."

... you stub your toe and your first thought is "At least I'm not a post-Reod Elantrian." True story. Anything like that happen to anyone else?

Recently Mister Sanderson replied to an interesting question on Reddit. The Question alone would be a bit interesting but his answer have some cool extras: First of all we have a confirm that someone may get the Surgebinder's perks also through the Honorblades and it's not something unique to the Nahel bond. But the part I feel really spicy is this: "For example, Jezrien didn't actually have any squires, as none of the Heralds did." This sentence may have a couple of interpretations: - Heralds never had Squires - Heralds has no Squires now Both are pretty interesting (of course the first more) because this mean that modern Nale's Skybreaker can't be his Squires. This mean that if we see someone of the drawn in stormlight, They must to have a RK at least. Much more (to me) this WoB destroy the possibility of a Szeth as Squire of Nale as a way for him to be capable of Breath Stormlight to use Nightblood.

Umm, hi everyone. I am Reza and I have followed you guys for sometime and decided to join today. My last sign-up on forums goes back to nearly 14 years ago (for 7 years I was a potterhead at a regional fan site). Am I making a resume? , anyway if you can, please bear with me til I re-learn some stuff. And on the serious note, I have read Words of Radiance, Mistborns, Elantris and Warbreaker and absolutely loved Brandon's work. Sometimes it brought me to tears, or I couldn't put the book down and missed a work-day to finish it. And.. that's it.

And then there was darkness. Darkness ascendant. Oversleep struggled to open his eyes. He saw a glimpse of a pale figure. It was pink and covered in spikes. The creature spoke. "It will all be ok son." As his eyes shut, a single thought filled his mind. "Dark Alley."

Few days ago I had a dream that I was impaled by a metal rod (like here Edward was so kind to demonstrate:) I woke up and actually felt something in my back and only after I reached my belly with my hand to check I realized it's all a dream.

I want to see Cyborgs in Mistborn now. This isn't related to technology, but, couldn't a Bloodmaker with enough Health make a living out of organ donation? They remove, as an example, a kidney or the liver, for transplant, and a Bloodmaker just grows it back afterwards, getting paid for the organ. They could do this with things like blood for transfusions too. Also, cadmiummind oxygen units for divers and swimmers.

When you reAlize that naming hurricanes is creating a Stormfather for each one by altering the cognitive view of the storm. When you want a hurricane Tanavast.

WHO DARES AWAKEN ME FROM MY SLUMBER??

Day 6 (Thank you to Elbereth for writing this Writeup) Gladium Paleas had been there when Bugsy died, when they strung him up and hung him from a blackwood gallows in what they called ‘justice’. He’d been there when everyone separated again, drifting apart to pursue their own goals again, to find someplace to spend the night in safety, if such a thing existed. His particular spot that he’d found wasn’t in any world, but just a little pocket of the Cognitive Realm that liked forming itself into a cavern. No one had ever found him there. No one dreamed that the Cognitive Realm had such places. He’d been there that night, with a tiny fire to warm his bones, holding the pale sword that had given him his name. He wasn’t there the next morning. An army was gathered before Elantris’ walls. Shields and armor clanked, swords glinting in the morning sunlight. There was a frozen instant of silence, when the soldiers were all perfectly lined up, a picture from a painting or the chart on a general’s table where every soldier was a mere fraction of a dot. Then the army exploded with a roar, charging towards Elantris in a massive fury, all of one mind, one action: charge. Elantris fought back, of course. The best Elantrians were away dealing with whatever was happening with the Cognitive Knot, but there were still plenty left, and every Elantrian can make fire. The army withered under the blasts of Aon Ehe, flaming and dying by the dozens. But despite that, they managed to reach the walls, and even as they died they brought a battering ram to bear, slamming into the gates once, twice, thrice. When the third boom faded, there was relative silence. Bodies littered the wall, and a few still screamed here and there. The army was dead or fled back to their grounds, within a minute of their charge. But where the army lay fallen, there was a great dent in the gate of Elantris, nearly piercing through the thick wood into Elantris itself. Elantris had been weakened, for the first time in centuries. And the army had not been defeated. Straw was killed! Elantris was attacked! 1 Independent has completed their goals! Day 6 has begun and will last 45.7 hours. Player List

I see what you did there... Why does Allomantic Bronze detect stockbrokers? Because they're so Invested.

I don't think we actually know if Frost is in the 17th shard, just that they are his "friends". Personally, I think he's a member, or at least a close ally, but I don't think we know for sure. I think Frost's argument is specifically about worldhoppers not intervening with the actions of the shards, because he believes the things that are happening are all part of a grander plan made by Adonalsium. He thinks that those who can't see the wider picture (basically, anyone other than Adonalsium or the shards themselves) shouldn't try to get in the way. At least, that's how I see it. Of course, there is a big contradiction in this, because the 17th shard goes after Hoid... thus intervening as worldhoppers. By trying to stop someone else from intervening, but still. If Adonalsium really did have a plan, why would Hoid not be part of it? So really, while they have an agenda of non-intervention, I don't think they're exactly passive. And there are hundreds of years between the two series - Demoux probably changed a lot.

Nah. For one it doesn't seem as if Alethkar has prison uniforms to begin with and Brandon said Adolin intentionally wears something else than his boring uniform. Intentionally implies he consciously decides to put something else on. What remains to be seen is did he do it with or without his father's approval. I personally am rather fond of rebellious Adolin choosing to stop following his father's codes or deciding he didn't deserve to wear Kholin blue anymore. He has set the bar quite high.... It isn't Adolin absolutely needs to become a Radiant, but many of us really love the character and hope for him to inherit a bigger role with important tasks to perform. Sadly, being "just Shallan's husband" is a role befitting a minor character such as Navani is to Dalinar. For my part, I do not think it would be satisfying character development for him. I don't want to read Shallan's story with Adolin in the background being the supportive caring husband: I want to read Adolin's story. The story of the perfect son who have been pushed into shoe holes which doesn't fit, the strong normal one who has refused to break when they all went down and kept it together until he couldn't any longer. That story is so much more interesting, IMHO, than Adolin happy husband and dedicated father. A character is interesting to read only if he grows, so where can Adolin grow to? There is also the fact Adolin genuinely is the nicest kid around the block: not having him ever making it to Radianhood is heartbreaking and while I am sure this is a story the author could tell, the second he breaks down Adolin (and I believe it has already happened), then justifying why no sprens are going near him will be difficult. We can easily rationalize why Elhokar wouldn't, ultimately, be chosen (even if many believe he would), but Adolin? Nice, selfless Adolin? So there lays the problem: Adolin sounds too much like proto-KR not to make it unless the author manages to provide the right rational. The other problem is fading away in the background to make more room for the Radiants isn't a story arc most of us, fans of Adolin, want to read. The powerless character can be terribly interesting, granted but, so far, SA appears to be a story focusing on those yielding this power, not the normal people gravitating around. Within SA, as it is currently structured, there is no room for the powerless character to have a decent arc and my biggest dream is to see Adolin finally start existing outside other people's POV. I also dislike Kaladin/Shallan. One of the reasons is the one you have just stated.

An empty corridor in a palace, carpeted and softly lit. For the moment, it was empty. There was a curious depression in the carpet in the middle of the corridor, in the shape of a large square. It appeared as if something in the shape of a box had stood there but a few moments ago. A low, breathy hum, a soft wind from nowhere blowing into the corridor, ruffling the carpet. A light flared into existence, as the winds grew stronger. A low, alien hum, growing louder. Now it was a groan, a wheeze, a rhythmic, pulsing groan as more light flared as if from windows hanging in the air. The groan of ancient, powerful engines manipulating time itself. As the groan grew louder, the faint outline of a box seemed to fade into existence, veins of blue solidity pulsing through it with each growing hum until it stood there, a solid, blue box where none had been but a moment before. The box was in exactly the spot where the depression had been, as if it was the same object that had caused it. The door clicked open, and the Healer popped his head out. “Mars.” He muttered. “Roughly 34th Century.” He took a long, slow glance around the room, taking in the opulent decorations. “Interesting…” Suddenly, footsteps. The Healer jerked his head up, surprised. Some steps before him, the corridor opened into two side passages. He watched, confused, as a man that looked exactly like him, except with golden eyes and wearing a golden outfit, walked past his corridor, winking at him as he passed. What? Then, more footsteps. Urgent ones. A boy running towards him, dressed in gold armor, with a panicked look in his eyes. He seemed to be late to something. The Healer sauntered into the left side passage, hoping the boy would pass him by. No such luck. The boy, even in his hurry, noticed him. A challenging look came into his eyes, as he jerked to a stop and appraised him. In a moment a wicked looking pulsing blade was in his hands, leveled at the Healer’s neck. The Healer rolled his eyes and put up his hand. “Hello, no need to be so violent, I’m the Healer, I come in –urk” The boy had grabbed his neck. He was much, much stronger than he looked, apparently. “Who are you?!” He hissed. “Tiberius or Augustus?” Then he laughed, and dropped the Healer. “What am I saying, you’re not even Gold…” Before the Healer could say anything, the boy jerked him up again, staring into his eyes. “Black eyes?” His eyes flicked to his hands. Then the Healer was unceremoniously thrown to the ground again, the Blade leveled at his throat. “What are you?” The boy asked again. He seemed utterly thrown. And disconcerted people were dangerous people. In any case, he was out of here. A high pitched screech suddenly emanated from his pocket, causing the boy to jump violently and stab at it. Fortunately, he had taken full advantage of the boy’s surprise to roll out of the way, then kick at the boy’s legs. They connected, but the boy didn’t fall. Rassilon, how dense were his bones? No time to think, the boy had already recovered, and there was murder in his eyes. The Healer whipped his sonic from his pocket and jabbed it in the direction of the lights, thinking frantically. The lights went out, there was a curse, and the Healer was back in his TARDIS, laughing breathlessly. Nothing like barely escaping death to start the day. He ran to the central console and jerked the lever, activating the dematerialization sequence. On the scanner, he saw the boy’s utterly confused face, which made him laugh all the more. ________________________ Thud. The TARDIS landed again, far too soon to have travelled far. The Healer blinked, then checked the scanner. The exact same corridor, the same day, the same year. But five minutes before he first landed. Exactly five minutes before he had first landed. The Healer looked at the time rotor, rolling his eyes. “Really?” he groaned. The lights flashed in a distinctly smug way. A flash. He remembered the man who had looked like him, but with gold eyes, sauntering across and waving. That had been him. Realization struck. He started laughing softly again, and ran into his cavernous wardrobe. In three minutes he was out of the TARDIS, wearing brilliant gold the same shade as the boy’s armor, and contact lenses that made his eyes the same shade of gold. On his hands he wore perception filtered gloves, as he had no idea how to imitate the boy’s sigil. It would do. He nodded at the old girl, as she dematerialized, leaving a square depression in the carpet. Exactly two minutes later, he heard the sound of ancient engines, as he saw his past TARDIS materialize in the corridor, his past self stepping out. Grinning to himself, he walked out of the side passage and waved cheerily to his past self. Only he could derive amusement from confusing himself. He...wondered what that said about himself. In another moment, the same boy ran past, saw his past self and accosted him. The Healer leaned by the passage, grinning as he watched his past self casually outfox the boy, hearing the boy curse as the lights suddenly went out, and the groan of the TARDIS engines fading once more. He pointed his sonic at the lights, as it lit up and whirred softly. The lights bloomed back on, and the boy staggered back, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. “I say, are you alright?” the Healer put on a concerned tone, reaching forward to help the boy up. The boy did a double take as he saw him, whipping his blade at him before he noticed the Healer’s new gold clothes and the sigil on his wrist. “Who…who are you?” The boy asked, utterly bewildered. The Healer looked around once more, taking in the distinctly Roman flavored decorations, and grinned. “I am…Spartacus!” For good measure he whipped out his psychic paper, which had taken the form of a datapad, and flashed it at the boy. The boy relaxed, and put away his weapon. “Right. I don’t suppose you saw where that gorydam Obsidian went, did you?” The Healer shrugged. “Search me. But weren’t you late for something?” The boy groaned. “Don’t remind me, I’ve got to run! And aren’t you supposed to be coming too?” The Healer grinned. “On your mark.” Then the boy took off at an inhumanly fast pace, leaving him gaping. Was the boy even human? Luckily, even though usually he wasn’t the one doing the chasing, the Healer had a lot of practice running really fast. His last thoughts just before he took off was...This might even be fun! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Doctor12, in full RP mode, signing up as Spartacus :D. Any Doctor Who fans get the reference? Also, anyone want to take the role of the boy? It would be fun to bounce RP off each other.

When there is power outage at work and you tell your coworkers, "It's the Reod all over again!"

This has been in my head for a while, and I keep forgetting to post it, so hopefully it'll not be as rambling as I worry it will be xD Forgive me if this has already been speculated/shot down elsewhere! So, Brandon has been rather close lipped on the origins of Shardplate, if Kaladin is going to get his own, and we've theorised all kinds of things, like the Plate being made of non-sentient Spren locked into Plate forn the same way Spren are locked into non-living Shardblades... My thought/random theory is this. When a Radiant reaches the final Ideal of their Order, or progresses far enough, they create their own Shardplate... but through Stormlight manipulation. "But Rawrbert, you crazy, mad, lovable, handsome fool," I hear you say, "What would make you think that? Shardplate has to be more than just hardened Stormlight!" Well, you flattering reader, let me explain my way of thinking. We've seen Shallan can dim the Stormlight from her skin to blackness, and we've seen that as a Radiant progresses through their Ideals that holding and using Stormlight and Surges becomes easier and more natural to them. And from what I recall from Dalinar's visions, when he was fighting with and saw Radiants in their prime, their Shardplate glowed at the joints with inner light correspondending to their Order. What we DIDN'T see... was their skin glowing. At no point (Unless I'm recalling incorrectly, as I don't have the book in frony of me at the moment.) does Dalinar mention that the Radiants he sees' skin glow with light at all. Now, he doesn't specifically say that they AREN'T glowing, but that seems like the kind of detail everyone's favourite war dad would notice, especially when he instantly remarks on the glowing Plate in his head. This, along with Shardplate being powered by infused spheres, and that it can regrow when fed Stormlight, makes me think that a Surgebinder will be able to convert the Stormlight that would make their skin grow, or escape from their pores, into Shardplate, when they become proficient enough with metabolising/using it. This would also explain why the Radiants in the visions were able to summon and dismiss part of their armour at will, by simply reabsorbing the Stormlight they've hardened around their head to create a helm, or around their fist to make a gauntlet. I suspect the reason Brandon didn't have Dalinar see the dismissal/resummoning of the armour pieces to keep us guessing, since if it formed first from mist or from light we could pretty easily narrow down how it was happening. ^^ Of course it COULD maybe be summoned from the Cognitive Realm, a perfect ideal of armour for each Radiant.... Anyway, thoughts? Praises? Insults? ^-^ Hit meh!

Hey guys, I've been thinking a lot about the scale of Adonalsium's power, and the possibility for other, similar beings on a Universal scale. I'm curious if anybody has thoughts, or reasonings that might be relevant to this path of thought. So, we know that it has been stated that all current Cosmere events take place on Shardworlds, typically in different Solar Systems, but in the same Dwarf Galaxy. So if the 16, and Adonalsium by comparison, exhibit their power only within this single galaxy--Would there likely be an analogue to this power in adjacent/distant galaxies within this universe? If not, then what makes this Galaxy so special in the infinities of space to hold the entire Power of Creation within it? This has only been on my mind since after the last time I saw Brandon (SoS signing in Denver), so I haven't had an opportunity to ask directly. I seem to always miss his posting flurries on Reddit too. So I'm very interested to hear/discuss with this community.

When your physics course makes you write your own projectile motion story problems... and you make one about Kaladin throwing a spear at Szeth.

I'll ask around. Maybe I can get someone interested in this rp.

Thanks for popping in @Jondesu. Indeed, Naurock misunderstood my sentence. I meant to say I didn't wish for Adolin to be to Shallan what Navani is to Dalinar, not that Dalinar was a minor character. While we all agree (I think we do) Navani is an interesting character, we all understand she isn't likely growing into more than a minor supporting character meant to supplement Dalinar's arc and to give tip bits about fabrial making. It may be she'll invent something useful but, in the end, her character is unlikely to be featured into a strong arc. In other words, we do not need to expand on Navani for her to fulfill her purpose into the story: I doubt many readers will tear their hair over it if it doesn't happen. Adolin is a different matter: many readers expect more of him, many readers want more of him and many won't be content with him merely fulfilling a supporting arc such as Navani currently has. Now, of course, as a supporting character, Adolin could still have a contribution to the story, but this contribution would be small and it wouldn't come through a full blown character arc as I wish for him to have. I mean, if Navani invents a fabrial, the fabrial will be the story not Navani, the individual. So essentially I am militating for Adolin to have his own arc outside any other character, to have him exist on his own, not because he is useful to have within Shallan/Kaladin/Dalinar's arc. Sure hop on sailor: there is room for all. The more the merrier.

Now it's my turn to say that I don't see it. I'll need to look through the book yet again. Maybe with a magnifying glass. Also, @Elenion, I don't know how else to show the face to you. I'll zoom in even more! Edit: let it be known that fingers are not good at precision drawing when using a phone.

It's becoming more difficult to get good answers though =\ I think it always is, in the months between major book releases. Anyway. it sound like you are completely discarding the possibility of using Stormlight to Awaken, and if that's the case then I disagree with you. I will allow that's more difficult, maybe much more difficult, but if we are basing our theories on my chat up there, then I think the logical step is to say "yes, people can Awaken with Stormlight, but the Awakened objects will run out of Stormlight quickly, similarly to how Lashings run out of it quickly." Stormlight is not as sticky as Breath is, but it does stick to things. Consequently, I think accounting for the quirks of the Investiture being used might help too. On Nalthis, Awakening human-shaped objects is easier, likely because Breath has an affinity for humans (it's how this particular form of Investiture enters, or manifests in, the Physical Realm, after all). It's why Lifeless only take a single Breath to make. I think that had Vasher tried to awaken something made of gems using Stormlight, he might've succeeded (or at least made better progress). Of course gems by themselves are pretty useless when Awakened, no flexibility, but maybe a necklace with as little string and metal as possible... Maybe that would've worked. Maybe I'll poke Brandon on Reddit about this, if he continues being active in the Oathbringer thread.

@Iron Eyes I completely missed the last WoB....Thanks to post it here. It really spicy

Oh, so because someone is "gay" they're going to want to kiss guys? Check your privilege!

Around your neck, no. Around your head, perhaps.

Irol looked behind him as he hurried down the empty corridor. Something wasn’t right. He was going to find out what. Bulbs of glass on the walls glowed with a blue green light, through the power of Andolesium-Creation. Two lights near the end of the corridor were dim. He had warned them. Now he had to stop it. Irol felt anger well up inside of him. Many would die if he didn’t stop this madness. No one could control the power of creation, no matter how they tried. He told them. And now that power was fading. It needed a jolt. Something to revitalize it. It needed something to fix. What better to for the power of creation to fix, than itself? He threw open a grand looking door, with intricate carvings all over it. Carvings from the beginning of time. Many of the things nearby were from the beginning of time. He walked to the center of the room, where a small vessel sat floating. The consciousness of ages -no, millenniums old- occupied this particular jar. It was nothing too fancy. A simple clay jar, bound by the power of creation. Who is this? He bowed. “I am Irol, Caretaker of Ishtavum. “I would free you.” Free me? That has happened only once before. It was not good for your kind. “I feel your power diminishing, oh great power. I must fix it.” You can fix little human. The sounds resounded through his skull with a pounding, though not a painful one. They were merely powerful, and were accompanied by visions. Visions of things that had happened last time the power had been freed. Irol saw millions of people, dying in the struggle. A struggle between an unseen power, and the power of creation. You are correct. My power grows dimmer each day. Those do not listen to you. But do you really wish to unleash me upon the world? He will come. It is the only time he can defeat me, when I am fragmented. “Great power, what do you mean fragmented?” To fix myself, I must separate, into many different pieces, and repair each one individually. Then, they must be reunited. It will take years before I am completely repaired, perhaps millennia. You must ensure that I will not be taken by the One, and used, turned. Otherwise, time and the universe, will be no more. It is how the world works. “Oh great power, please, tell me. Who is the One?” Irol asked, turning the information around in his head. He had not expected this. He is the One. The only one who could dare defy me. He hates me. You would not be able to know his name, but humans used to call him Odius, The power of destruction. He once was a part of me. Now he takes what he must, and I let him, for I cannot stop him. Only so much can be created at once, but he does not see that if he destroys everything, there will be nothing left for him. All he sees is now. He has not wisdom, nor does he have self-control. “But great one, surely, if your power vanishes-“ Yes little one. Then he will rule anyways. That is why I was repaired so long ago. In ages lost to history, that will never be found by anyone. Hmmmm. I sense someone. They are coming to stop you. You must hurry. Should you attempt to heal me, make sure an order is established, for Odius must not obtain a shard. With it he will attempt to destroy the others, and then he will destroy that one. Should he do that, the world will surely fall. No, the universe. Irol looked behind him, hearing footfalls in the distance. “How do I Start the process?” You already have, The voice rumbled in his head. You need only finish it. Break the vessel. It is that simple. Information came into his head. A gift. Irol sagged, feeling electricity run through him. He felt ice, and fire flowing through him. He felt pain, and peace, He felt imagination. There is another place. Spread these gifts to them. For if Odius comes for them, they will need them. You need only think. Do not stay. For your fears and nightmares will destroy those you give a gift to. “Irol! What are you doing!” Irol whirled around, his eyes glowing with power. “I am saving us, Thordar.” “No!” He scrambled across the room, and grasped Irols shoulders. “You would kill us all!” he screamed. Guards came in behind him. “We will die anyways!” Irol roared. “When the power fails, and Odius comes, We all will die!” “What is this madness? Odius? Right yourself Irol! Or we will lock you in chains, and banish you, to lands never seen!” Thordar yelled. Irols eyes sparked. “Never,” He whispered. He gestured his hand at the vessel, and sent forth a burst of power. The vessel burst into dust. Blue light enveloped them all. A screeching in their heads sounded, making them all fall to the floor. Whisps of red, green, blue, and all the other colors spewed around the room in streams. A huge tearing sounded, and sixteen separate colors separated into different areas of the room, then solidified. Irol wasn’t sure what they solidified into, but they whirled around, and then shot into the sky. “No!” Thordar screamed. “No! You have no Idea the calamity you have caused!” he screeched at Irol. “I have saved us,” Irol said, starting to float in the air. “And I will save them. I will give them the gift. They will fight their fire, with hearts of steel. And they will prevent it. Should creation fall, or should Odius come for them, they will be able to stop him.” One of the guards looked at him. A small wisp of blue light entered into him, as did it to the other guards. Four guards in all. The other guards fell to the ground, dead, as they could not handle the power it was granting. The remaining guard started singing. He sang of a race, between a man and a storm. He sung of cities fallen, of magic failing because of huge canyons torn into the ground. He sang of prophecies, changed to suit needs, and of sisters who saved each other. He sang of all of this in an instant. And collapsed. Irol walked over to the guard, and put a hand on his shoulder. “What is your name, man?” The guard looked at him like he was crazy, blue light in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Hoid, My lord.” “Hoid,” He said. “I must leave. You must protect those shards. It is your final duty to creation. In my absence, guard them with your life. Should any try anything, stop them. If you can’t, bid your time until you can. And help the people here. Send them my message.” He nodded. “I will do so, my lord” Irol nodded, and then vanished. He appeared floating in a dark space. He felt very little. And then the hatred came. The fear of everything, the wish to destroy. I seem to have caught you little human. I am Odius. I will rend you in two. “Why!” Irol shouted. “Why would you do this?!” You will not save a single one of them. They are evil, in their hearts. Man does not care for one another. They only wish to destroy. He didn’t believe it. But part of him did. The grip of the hatred left a small scar. He felt Odius start to tear his soul. “No.” He screamed as he let go his power. Odius stopped, then renewed his efforts. He succeeded. But he failed. He merely separated Irol. He took all the good, and the bad, and separated them. Irol used his power. He sent himself into two different realities of the same place. You are calamity, the voice said in his head, as it faded. You are a liar. “No!” Shouted Irol, the one who had no goodness, only his pledge to creation. He would carry it out. But man was evil, and he would not help them. No he would wait, and he would watch, for years, until he found one that wasn’t. You are a liar. “I am not,” He said. “I am not.” You are renamed, Irol. I name you larcener. “No!” Irol screamed. “No, I will show you, I will give it to them!” Irol- Now Larcener- started to glow red. He lifted off the ground, and he unleashed his power. He sent it into many of the men. He made them epic. But he did not leave. He had to see. He had to know if they would stay good or not. He did not know, he had been sent to only twenty or so years before Odious would come down to their world. Were they had things called cars, and guns. Were they would learn to make incredible devices from their dead epics.

*whistles* another-one bites the dust.

Rest in Pepperonis. I retreat in shame.

First of all, welcome! Second of all, WoR stuff doesn't need to be in spoiler tags now, since it's been so long since the book came out. There is some topic somewhere with rules about spoilers. There were spren around before Honor died, yeah. There were even some around before the two shards even arrived on the planet. Pattern mentions at some point that there were much fewer sentient spren at the time of the Recreance (which is before Honor died), which implies that Honor's splintering created many spren with minds. But I don't know for sure which kinds of spren existed in which quantities before or after his splintering. I'm pretty sure there were mindless spren before then too, but how many, I don't know. In either case, it does seem like Honor splintering created sentient spren. Your theory could still be correct if you say that Cultivation made them sentient by herself, since she was (and is) still alive. Also, only Divine Breaths are splinters, normal ones aren't. And we don't really know how sentient Divine Breaths are, if at all.

In the same scene where we see the face in the image above, I think there is a second face. I rotated the book/page 90 degrees clockwise so you can see it better. To me it looks like a young child's face, or maybe a female character. If there are 2 faces in the same image, they can't both be Bavadin / Autonomy, can they? I'm finding more in the rocks too, now that I'm looking.

This is the greatest thing in the history of things. All other things are looking upon this thing in sadness, knowing that the things it represents are things utterly beyond the scope of such things as they.

I think I've actually seen this one on the forums before, perhaps even recently, but it is relevant to the discussion. There are 10 kinds of people in this world. Jack Harkness, everyone else, and people who weren't expecting a trinary joke!

A man was nearly shot down by a Coinshot, but the coin just barely missed. I guess you could say he was clipped. What did the Drab say of the very impressive Returned they had seen? "She took my breath away." What's the cheapest alcohol in Alethkar called? Storm Light.

When you try to draw aons to blast away your kayana coworkers (with some power-lowering modifications of course)

@hoidhunter, we have it confirmed that Wax has drawn on the mists (on it was definitely before BoM release). Combined with the earring he was wearing at the time it's probable that his earring gives him small Allomantic pewter charge and while in the mists they are fueling it. Steelbubble is a result of steel savantism. The only other thing that Wax has unusual is his ridiculously good aim. But we're derailing the topic and I think there's nothing to be added.

...when it's 10:30am and you start scavenging around your office looking for any scraps of food, as the hunger is driving you INSANE!

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