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  1. Fun tip! If you're ever in an awkward situation with someone, say "Titanic." When they say "What?" Reply "Sorry, bad icebreaker."
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  2. When the Last Admin is ready to bring balance to the Force, obviously.
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  3. Copies of WoK and WoR should be here in the mail any day now, along with Legion. Thanks again, @The Queen Mother and @Kobold King!
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  4. Brightlord Meridas, why are you always butting heads with Kaladin? Because I Am-a-ram. Why do they call him Gaz? Because his 'gaze' is incomplete! I think I've just joined a new Radiant order: the Groanmakers! We are bonded to punspren, and all our Ideals are horrible puns.
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  5. From the album: The Mistborn

    © Hunter Severn Bonyun

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  6. Warning: worst pun ever Nightblood corrupts the breath of his victims, and then oozes it out as dark misty stuff. You could probly say that he has bad breath!
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  7. This theory is that the phrase 'stones unhallowed' has more to do with the worldbuilding in Roshar than thought. There are many lines, moments and opinions in Stormlight that suggest there is a deep (time lost) ideology directing the Shin to not walk on Stones unhallowed. I can go through the book if necessary, though I'm sure the members here are familiar with them anyway. My theory here is that the stones that are 'hallowed' are a way for Odium to connect to individuals on Roshar, in much the same way that Ruin used spikes to impersonate/talk-to various mistborn ppls and used the non-metal prophesies to manipulate the world. This theory is that the Shin live on stones 'unhallowed' (and that this is an actual ancient truth), but Szeth as truthless was given a 'hallowed' stone and commanded to obey the holder. I believe this is a similar corruption (as Ruin) by Odium. This is what allows Odium into his head aka the screams in the darkness. we have a WoB that the screams are real (to him at least). Since he died, Szeth hasn't heard the screams (please check me on this, but make sure he wasn't on stone at the time). He believes it's because he died, but maybe it's because he gave up the stone. A lot of this is hidden in the history of Roshar and I believe Brandon will unveil it in coming pieces and tie it into the desolations in the same way as Mistborn. If you've read 'Mistborn the secret history; you'll have a good idea of what I'm thinking. I'll add one last thing here. The Shin have the honourblades. If kept anywhere, shouldn't the cosmic design arrange them to be held where Ati can't see them? (yes I know what I did there). The Stormfather fades in the Shin land, stones are unhallowed and they have the honourblades? Coincidence? Or design? (My theory is design from when the Heralds were sane).
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  8. I've always assumed that 'Voidbringer' is a very large and diverse category of creatures, and that the Parshendi are just a small part of it. They're acting as the forerunners of the Desolation. Soon, though, hordes of more fantastical void-monsters will start crossing over from Braize. (or maybe Ashyn. Who knows?)
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  9. "I do a lot of gardening, but you are the dirtiest hoe I've ever seen" - my robotics coach "Come, child. Roll down the hill. It is time." - friend "DEATH! DESTRUCTION! ENDLESS WOE! AND LOTS AND LOTS OF MOLDY CHEETOS!" - a different friend "Do you think you'll have time to vacuum your English homework" - my mom
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  10. Day 5: Kittiesh! NNNOOOOO! Rin felt terrible for his part in yesterday’s events, even if it had been the right thing to do. It had been the right thing… right? His situation with Nicki had just spiraled further and further out of control as the days went on. He still remembered when she had first stepped into his shop, demanding pewter as if she would die without it. Then asking for metal spikes; with an extra heaping of potential violence if he didn’t accede. She hadn’t seemed like a bad person back then, just one full of passion. But as the days wore on and more people died, things began to change. Then she had brought that body back. Suddenly, her passion took on a more sinister aspect to it; until he just had to say something! That was the way such things were handled, right? So why then, did he still feel guilty? He sat in his shop, pondering and debating this back and forth in his head all night. His only companions a lantern for light and a cup of tea. Because of this, he was still awake when the person arrived. They entered through the front door, not even bothering at stealth. Rin looked up at them when the door clacked shut. “Ah, so I assume that it’s my turn then?” The figure nodded. “Very well then,” Rin said and he put the cup on the counter next to him. “I suppose this answers my question and now it’s time for me to do penance. Just- just please make it quick.” The figure nodded again and raised their hand in front of them. Sitting in their palm was a singular coin. Before Rin could blink, the coin zipped through the air and hit him in the forehead. The figure left as Rin’s body slumped to the floor, never saying a word. Matilda couldn’t even begin to believe her luck! Why, just the other day, she had been stumbling through one of the alleys, looking for one of her cats, Whiskey-ers (he was a cousin to Mr. Ale-ick Purrsnickles and Scotch-ish McFluffy Paws) when she happened to nudge something with her foot! When she bent down to investigate, she found a full coin pouch buried in the ash! “Oh, happy day Kittiesh! Shoon we’ll have all the kittiesh and we’ll shtart our own cat shan-chu-wary. An’ no one will bother ush again!” Thus it was a terribly drunk Matilda who stumbled through the streets later that night. Her hands were full of her “kittens” and they clanked and meowed together with each wavering step. She was so drunk, that she didn’t see the person sneaking up behind her, a dagger in their hand. They were almost on top of her when Matilda tripped on an uneven cobblestone (or it could’ve been perfectly flat, but Matilda thought of it as uneven for the rest of her days). *Swish!* The knife flew through the space where Matilda’s neck would’ve been just seconds before. As Matilda stumbled, she lost her grip on one of the bottles she was cradling. “Button Nose Rum-my!” She cried as she tried to catch the falling bottle. This caused her to bend down and again, *Swish!* The knife hit nothing. The bottle crashed against the ground and shattered. The alcohol inside turn the ash into a dark black paste. “Kittiesh! NNNOOOOO!” She crouched on the ground, the other bottles spilling from her arms, but luckily, not breaking. *Swish!* And this time, after being thwarted so many times, the person behind her cursed, finally alerting Matilda to their presence. “You!” Matilda cried as she pointed a gnarly, old finger at the person. She had tears running down her cheeks. “You did thish! You hurt my kittiesh! What’d they ever do to yoush?” She threw an empty bottle at her assailant. “Leave my kittiesh alone, you nashty evil pershon, you!” The figure dodge the bottle with ease, but the commotion was causing other people to stir and soon enough, there would likely be more eyes than they were comfortable with watching the scene. So as Matilda cried in the streets, her attacker fled. Night 5 has ended and Day 5 begins! You have 48 hours. Doc12 was attacked! They were a Regular Villager. Madagascar was attacked but survived! Good luck! Player List
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  11. Lightsong: Windrunner--he died protecting those who could not protect themselves. Twice. Raoden: Bondsmith--he manages to unite Elantris under his rule and help them to overcome the Shaod. Kelsier: Dustbringer--agent of "divine" destruction.
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  12. Why is Rosharan cooking so salty? Sodium reigns.
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  13. Hold the secret that broke the Knights Radiant. You may need it to destroy the new orders when they return. - WOR Chapter 84 epigraph (decoded) Now, as the Windrunners were thus engaged, arose the event which has hitherto been referenced: namely, that discovery of some wicked thing of eminence -- WOR Chapter 38 epigraph These epigraphs strongly imply that the Recreance was precipitated by the KR discovering some terrible fact. It doesn't seem to have been tied to any corruption that may have crept in to the Orders (the taxes for travel through Urithiru, etc.) Now, here's something anomalous. The Desolations devastated Roshar, killing something like 90 percent of the human population and knocking technology back to the stone age, at least sometimes. Yet when Honor was Splintered (after the Recreance -- he remembers it in the visions) there seems to have been no such cataclysm. Aharietiam is still seen as "the Last Desolation", which it wouldn't be if another apocalyptic event had occurred since the Recreance. Similarly, Odium Splintered Devotion and Dominion on Sel. But humanity on that planet survived; he didn't destroy the planet, depopulate it, or warp it into some kind of a hellscape. So why the devastating, lethal Desolations on Roshar before the Recreance? Because humans were fighting on Honor's side. Odium doesn't really care about killing humans, except incidentally to getting at the Shards; nothing much below the power-level of a Herald registers on his "radar screen" Therefore, my proposal for the Secret That Broke The KR is: Honor's been feeding us into a meat grinder for thousands of years to protect Cultivation and a couple of alien gods we'll never see. If we let Odium win, nothing bad really happens to humanity. Honor betrayed us. Our spren have been in on it, all along - they're pieces of Honor. So let him die.
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  14. Based on the recent WoB that the Heralds are a form of Cognitive Shadow, is it possible that their Honorblades are a form of Hemalurgic spike? Not in the sense we've seen before in Mistborn, but something using similar principals to reattach their thread to the Physical Realm? My basic thought is that when the Heralds die, they actually die, but because they're so Invested, they don't vanish into the Beyond, or whatever it's called, but stick around in the Cognitive Realm on Braize. Here their Cognitive Shadows are tortured, but they suffer no physical damage, similar to when Hoid beat up Kel in SH. Eventually, they all return to Roshar using their Honorblades to re-attach themselves to a physical body. This might explain why the Honorblades vanish when the Herald dies, since it's bound to their soul.
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  15. That could also help, but it wouldn't confirm Arinian. It's possible that if he was Spiked, he would decide that the trust that he got from bussing a teammate would be worth the loss of said teammate. Aman did that in LG17. It backfired on him, but the fact is that he still did it. EDIT: Nicki’s eyes fluttered open. What… what had happened? Where was she? She looked around, but only saw rooftops floating on a bed of pink mist. The sun was almost up. She reached out to touch a curl of mist, but it shied away from her. Nicki’s arm flopped back onto the ground. Nicki groaned and sat up. Her chest throbbed. She looked down and saw a few inches of gleaming spike protruding from her chest. Right. So she was still alive. Nicki gingerly felt at her chest and hissed in pain when a finger brushed the skin around the spike. Somehow, it hurt even through her pewter. Nicki caught sight of a silhouette standing near her. The Terrisman! She kicked at its legs and it grunted. She took advantage of the pause to scramble to her feet. Nicki punched the figure in the face. Then she grabbed its shoulder and brought its torso down onto her knees. It shrieked in pain. Nicki turned and shoved down onto its neck until it hit the ground. She pinned its arms and leaned over towards its ear. “Take your book back,” she said. “Tell your master that he’s not getting my spike. If he wants to try, I’ll just have to kill whoever he sends.” Nicki stood up and stomped on the figure’s arm, which gave a satisfactory crunch under her boot. Let that be a lesson to the Terrisman. Nicki retrieved her clothes and put them on. They were a little tight around the spike, so she yanked down on the neckline. Then she ran off the edge of the roof and hit the ground running. She needed to find Rin again, so she could test out what metals she could burn now. Sorry Len. Cassius was an admirable citizen who got in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hero, does Herwynbe have Feruchemy? I'd be interested to see how a fight went between him and Nicki.
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  16. That's... actually probably true, haha! Then maybe Brandon would actually come here.
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  17. IS THOU INSULTING THE JA. YOU SHALL BE SMITED, AND THE SOUND OF YOUR DEATH WILL BE AS LOUD AS A THOUSAND KOLOSS SNORING. In all seriousness, why are you voting for me? The Luthadel Constitution guarantees the Freedom of Religion, you shouldn't lynch me just because of my religion choices. Besides, the Hero of Ages himself preached Jaism to none other than the survivor. If that isn't enough, I don't know what is.
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  18. What's the major you are looking at? If you're looking for sciences and engineering then Montana State is far superior to University of Montana. (Not that I'm biased or anything...)
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  19. That'sh a pretty good moral. I haff another shtory. Onshe upon a time there wash a young girl named Matilda. Matida loved catsh sho much all the time but everyone thought she wash crazy. Or a witch. They alsho made fun of her for thinking she had catsh when there weren't any. But actually Matilda had jusht made her catsh invishible. So Matilda was both a witch and had lotsh of catsh. However the shtressh of being called a witch made Matilda an alcoholic. She drank sho much she forgot to feed her catsh and a bunch of them died. Thish haunted her for the resht of her life. Then Matilda got shuper old and found hershelf in a dreadful village where shomeone tried to kill her. Moral: Drink more.
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  20. Propaganda. Propa-storming-ganda. I am so, so sick and tired of it. Can we all just, stop? Collectively? As a society? Can we agree that super-biased, one-sided stuff only leads to a deepening of the societal divide? I'm sick of the name calling, mud-slinging, poorly researched and completely unbalanced stuff flying around the internet (from all sides of the political spectrum. Yes, I mean yours random citizen reading this. I also mean mine.) Can we just, stop? Like, if you see something absurdly one-sided, just don't share it? And, like, if your friends do, call them on it? Super politely? That would be great, guys.
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  21. Blood tends to look worse than it is, especially in your mouth, when it's surrounded by saliva as well. Floss regularly for a few days and that should stop. ...He said, completely ignoring his own advice.
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  22. @TwiLyghtSansSparkles - in light of a recent announcement, I'll add this. It's good that you're releasing your bitterness against your parents. Bitterness leads to anger. Anger leads to hate, Hate... Leads to suffering.
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  23. Art by Sunbird, Part 3! This post will contain my finished art from 2012 to my latest work as of January 22, 2017. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to draw recently, so "my latest work" is almost a year old at this point. From January 13, 2012, Orlando Bloom as Will Turner from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. If I had to pick one of my drawings that I think is my absolute best, it would probably be this one of Loki. I finished it June 4, 2012, after The Avengers was released in American theaters. I did another Avengers portrait later that summer: Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye, completed on August 26, 2012. Last Avengers fanart for this post, I promise. XD Robert Downey Jr as everybody's favorite billionaire playboy philanthropist inventor, Tony Stark. (Not Iron Man, though, because I didn't draw him in the armor. ) I finished this one April 6, 2013. Most people here probably won't recognize this next character, although you might know the actor: vampire PI Mick St John from the one-season TV show Moonlight, played by Alex O'Loughlin. (Mr O'Loughlin has also been in the TV shows Three Rivers and Hawaii Five-0 (the 2010 reboot), as well as the movie August Rush.) Funny story about the history behind this drawing: I started working on it in like early/mid 2013, but it got buried and forgotten in the chaos of my move to Utah for college. It wasn't until Christmas break 2015 that I finally found it again and resumed work, finishing December 21, 2015. My last three portraits are the drawings that I have also posted to the official Shard fanart gallery. After I finished reading Calamity, I just kinda got an itch to do Reckoners fanart and neglected homework and sleep to work on these. XD Drawing book characters for which I had no photos was in some ways easier and in some ways harder than drawing movie/TV characters from reference photos. It was easier because I didn't have to make my people resemble anyone specific, but it was harder because I had to figure out the lighting and clothing pretty much just from my brain. First, my imagining of Obliteration, completed Feb 20, 2016: Of course, no collection of Reckoners fanart is complete without Prof! Completed Feb 21, 2016. (I think I may have matched my personal speed record with this drawing--one day from start to finish, same as Spike.) My last Reckoners fanart and the most recent drawing I've finished is Mizzy. After I finished Prof, I looked back at my collection and realized it was sadly lacking in female characters, and I hadn't drawn a single person of color. I felt bad and picked Mizzy as my next subject, completing her portrait Feb 27, 2016. So that's pretty much all my stuff that I consider good enough to share on the Internet. Comments, questions, suggestions, limericks...? I'd love to hear all your thoughts.
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  24. Screaming woke Cassius from his bed. Not again! Not another Coinshot, please!... He flung himself out of bed, pressing his hands against the window and feeling it, searching for a crack that could indicate that the screaming was his own. Nothing; the glass was smooth. That taken care of, Cassius threw on a robe and rushed for the door, leaving it unlocked behind him as he hurled himself out into the mists. Captain Cassius, as he sometimes preferred to call himself, valued decisiveness over caution. The screaming stopped, but not before Cassius had determined that it had come from a low rooftop above him. He bounded onto a crate that leaned haphazardly against the wall, grabbed the rooftop's edge, and pulled. Something in the robe ripped, but Cassius kept it on. It would not do to be scandalous at a time like this. His muscular biceps clenched, and he practically flew onto the roof. It was an awful sight to see. Nicki's body lay on the rooftop. From her chest protruded a length of shiny metal spike. She was still breathing, but it was ragged and shallow. He didn't know if she would make it or not. But what was Cassius supposed to do? He couldn't get help; there wasn't time, and his robe was not exactly formal material. He didn't know much first aid; he once had had a girlfriend who was a surgeon, but it was she who had done the first aid on him (long story). The only thing that he could think of doing was performing rescue breathing, but realized that that would appear even more scandalous then busting into someone's quarters wearing nothing but a ripped robe. And so Cassius just stood there on the rooftop, watching Nicki's body struggle for life. @Arraenae What happens is completely up to you.
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  25. Nicki paced on a rooftop, quietly seething. Rin had betrayed her. Rin! She’d thought he was a friend! He’d had no right to tell the rest of the town what she was doing with Pikker’s body. And that Ryth, the one who had threatened to call the guards -- he was the worst of them all. Nicki clenched her fists. That spike was hers. They had no right to say that she had to relinquish it. She’d gotten to it first, before they had even stopped gawking over the dead body. The man the spike had come from was dead, so why did they care about what happened to the object that had killed him? It wasn’t like they were trying to save their fathers from being an Inquisitor. Nicki felt for her pockets and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt both the spike and the booklet. At least she still had both of those. Why was the Terrisman so desperate to have the spike? Didn’t he see that Nicki couldn’t afford to trade away a lead for something that might have been faked? Nicki took out the little booklet. She still needed to read through it to see what it said. She inspected it. The leather cover was cracked, and little flakes fell off when Nicki opened it. She flipped through the pages, which were yellowed and dog-eared. Nicki held it up to the light of the moon and began to read. Some time later, Nicki reached the end of the book. That was it? She flipped through the pages again, but found nothing new. The booklet had no more to say. According to the little book, the trauma of having spikes shoved through one’s body caused a person to Snap. Spikes that were prepared a certain way, when placed in some body parts, could bestow Allomancy and something called Feruchemy. Even if someone had already Snapped, the spikes could cause someone to Snap again. Multiple spikes let someone have multiple powers. The book answered the mystery of how Nicki’s father had Snapped into a Mistborn after already being a Seeker, but not much else. It didn’t explain why Nicki’s father was serving the Steel Ministry as an Inquisitor, or how the spikes that caused people to Snap were prepared. Still, the booklet seemed legitimate. Nicki had to test it out to see if it would work. Nicki took out the spike she’d found at the man’s dead body. It glinted silvery in the light, with a point sharp enough to draw blood. At the time, Nicki had assumed that it was the murder weapon. What if it actually had made him Snap into a Misting like the book had described? There was only one way to find out. Nicki shut her eyes and tried to remember which body part the man had pulled the spike out of. It had been stuck through somewhere around his torso… his heart. The spike had been stuck through his heart. Off went Nicki's shirt and undergarments. She didn't want to get an infection from a bit of cloth stuck in her. She ripped off the sleeves -- she could use them as bandages to staunch the bleeding. Nicki sat down on the rooftop. She felt around her chest for her heartbeat and pressed the tip of the spike over it. Then she took a breath and burned pewter. This was it. The moment where she saw if the Terrisman's book was truthful or not. Nicki shoved the spike in. It slid into her flesh painlessly. The spike hit something hard -- probably a rib. Nicki kept pushing on the spike, and the rib cracked. Searing pain flashed through Nicki, like she’d been set on fire. Nicki screamed. She hunched over and clutched her chest. By the Lord Ruler, the spike burned. She hadn’t felt pain like this in years. Nicki flared pewter, and the pain died down by an infinitesimally small amount. Lord Ruler... it hurt... Nicki's throat went raw from screaming. Rusts, even pewter was failing her now... Nicki’s screams died down into a choked sob. She fell onto her side and curled up into a ball. This… this had been a mistake. The book must be wrong. Nicki blacked out. Note: This is not a confession. Nicki might be Spiked now, but that doesn't mean I'm an elim. Also, Hero, sorry for not giving you either the spike or the booklet. Nicki had to see it for herself.
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  26. So I've got a ring. It's nice. Tungsten carbide, has a neat Celtic knot type pattern. Got it for Christmas. And it fits me pretty well every day of the week... except Sunday. During church hours. I wonder if this is God punishing me for calling it "my precious" that one time.
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  27. Me: *Gets haircut* Friend: Did you get a haircut? Me: No, I got them all cut.
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  28. Art by Sunbird, Part 2! During the summer of 2011, I started trying my hand at people portraits--usually of my favorite movie or TV characters. Thankfully I have definite dates for most of these drawings, unlike the ones in my first post. I started with Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor, completed Aug 28, 2011. And the very next day I redid Matt Smith in Corel Painter with a "blunt chalk" brush, adding in a spacey background. Once during an assembly in the gym at my high school (September 2011), I brought a sketch pad and pencil and did a quick contour drawing of a guy sitting a little ways in front of me. This was the result: More Doctor Who fanart! David Tennant this time. Original colored-pencil version completed Sept 18, 2011, with the Corel Painter version almost a month later on Oct 16. In between the colored-pencil and digital versions of David Tennant, I drew this graphite sketch of a Barn Owl in a barn for my art class. Completed October 13, 2011. I decided I didn't have enough villains in my superhero collection, so I did one of Mystique. (Fear not; she's wearing clothes, unlike in the X-Men movies.) Completed December 3, 2011. Just two more for this post, I think--both characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I set a personal speed record with Spike--I started early in the morning before school with the contours and had finished adding full color by dinnertime. I did this December 5, 2011, but it's still one of my favorites. Ok, last drawing for this post: Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, completed sometime in the days leading up to Christmas 2011.
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  29. Personally I think Szeth's oathstone was just a regular stone to symbolizes his master since some of what Nale says at the end implies that Szeth stayed on his path under his own volition, and that the choice to break his oath as Truthless was within his power.
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  30. How we think we look: How we actually look: When a newbie comes to the forum telling us about how they think most of Brandon's books are connected:
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  31. So, been a while since I made this thread (relatively), but necro-ing because Brandon confirmed on Reddit that you guys were right, and that Elantrians don't, in fact, die when Initiated. Source. (Oathbringer Update thread tagged for Oathbringer spoilers. Beware. Got a lot more than I thought I would out of that one. Really awesome of Brandon to take time and type these out for us. It's great that we're theorizing about a theory.
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  32. The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Dhoom. That wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turnings of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. Southward the wind blew, past the walls of Fal Dara, sending the banner of the Golden Crane billowing in the air. Eastward it raced, puffing up spiraling clouds of dust. If one listened closely, they might be able to tell that this wind was different--an evil wind, almost. But even this far south of the remains of the Blight, there was no one to hear the warning. The wind buffeted the flaps of a lonely tent by the roadside, causing its lone occupant to look up irritably. Laeran Al'Elarin grumbled under his breath as he moved to belt the tent flaps down, then paused. That certainly wasn't there before. On the road, if the single-track dirt path that led out of the Aiel Waste could be called that, lay a ripped segment of green fabric. It seemed to almost shimmer in the early morning light. After crawling out of the tent, he hastened to his feet and delicately snatched the piece of cloth off the road. It was relatively new, and free of dust besides. Someone must have passed by in the night. But who would be traveling so near to the Wastes? And which direction were they going? Frowning in concentration, Laeran wove Air, knocking his tent to the ground and rolling it up in a single awkward weave. He eyed it with a small amount of satisfaction--it looked slightly better than yesterday, which meant he was improving. Hopefully. No use dwelling on that now, though. If there was someone nearby, and they were heading in the right direction, he might be able to snag a traveling companion for a little while. Light knew, it was boring being on the road alone. Perhaps he should think about settling down somewhere--but no, the Black Tower might still be searching for him. But that, too, was a problem for another day. For now, he wanted to see another human face, talk to someone else for a change and maybe learn some news of the world at large. He gathered up the bundle that was his tent and slung it over his back, checked the cord around his neck for his good-luck pendant, and set off up the road clutching the green strip of cloth. It wasn't long before he spied a lone figure, sitting huddled around a cookfire and slowly warming a hot breakfast. "Hail!" Laeran shouted as he approached. The figure looked up, and Laeran grinned, hoping it looked disarming and not just creepy. "What brings you to these parts, fellow traveler?"
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  33. Am I the only one who doesn't think that Sovereign is Kelsier back from the dead? My own personal theory is that sovereign is Spook. I think Spook was studying Hemalurgy with Kelsier and they figured out how to use hemalurgy to contain Kelsier's identity in a spike. I believe that The Spike Formerly Known as Kelsier is the one in Spook's eye. The reason Sovereign's arms were covered in scars is because we are seeing through the eyes of Kelsier and that is how he views himself. This theory is entirely based on the idea that there is precedence for people living a long time but very little for people coming back from death in phsyical form. Just a pet theory of mine. Help me out are there holes in this theory? Can I make is stronger somehow?
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  34. Huh. Okay. I was not expecting this. And I'm also surprised by the number of people who support Arinian and the number of people who are already ready to lynch him without even trying to find out if his claims are right. As for me, I am willing to extend Arinian the benefit of the doubt, at least for now. I've been trying to think of a good way to confirm Arinian's claim, but the only surefire way I can think of (get another Seeker or Mistborn with Bronze to scan Arinian) is too easily thwarted by the spiked players to be worth trying. However, I can think of one thing we could try: Let's go ahead and lynch Wonko. Why? He's mostly inactive anyway (go go Contribution Crusade!), and if Arinian is telling the truth about him being a village thug, then we haven't really lost much. We still have just as many villagers at the end of the day for the Spiked to try to kill, and we haven't lost any active, participating players. And we will have at least partially confirmed that Arinian is telling the truth. If Arinian is lying about Wonko's role as a thug, then we know Arinian is evil and we can lynch him tomorrow. Easy enough. If Arinian is telling the truth about Wonko's role, but is lying about Wonko's alignment... well, that would be the worse case scenario. However, it's also the least likely scenario. Since it's being proposed by a Villager and not by Arinian himself, then there's less of a chance that it could be some sort of elaborate WGG ploy. So that's my suggestion. If people decide not to try it, well then at least I tried. In that case I don't mind switching my vote to HH, or Nyali, or Assassin, or- who else is up on the chopping block? Vote tally anyone? Thanks in advance. Thank you for (finally) responding, and your response feels honest. Given your response, and Arinian's claim, I no longer suspect you (at least, not more than I suspect pretty much everybody else). However, Herwynbe is still peeved that you stole the book and gave nothing in return. Reginald may have been spiked, but at least he traded you something when he stole from you. Good points about Headshot, by the way. Very good points. RAFO. Herwynbe grunted as he grabbed the edge of the rooftop and pulled himself up. He had been searching and quietly asking around all day, and he was confident that this is where Nicki had fled to the night before. With one last heave he swung his leg up and rolled onto the tiled roof. He stood, brushing the new ashstains off of his cloak, then looked around... And there she was! Holding the book in her hands and turning it over as if trying to figure out what it's purpose was! Wait. No. It was Cassius. His lip was bloodied and his arm bandaged, and his robe was covered in ash and had a large chunk torn off the bottom. "By the forgotten gods," Herwynbe muttered, then louder, said, "Are you alright my lord? May I offer you any assistance?" Cassius jumped, turning to face the Terrisman. "Wha- Oh. It's you. No, I'm quite alright now... although, I say, that is a rather nice cloak you have there. Would you be willing to part with it? I could use a good cloak right now. Of course that one you're wearing will be tight across my shoulders. And biceps. And chest. But still, I suppose a little tightness in the right spots only serves to better advertise to the ladies all the gifts the Cosmere has given to me. Well, what do you say, good Terrisman?" Herwynbe blinked, looking down at his cloak, then up at the book in Cassius's hands. "But... of course, my lord. If I might, may I ask for something in return? The book that you hold in your hands, perhaps?" "This?" Cassius said, frowning at the book. "I was just about to toss it in an ash heap. If that is what you wish, help yourself. However, let me give you a little advice..." Cassius eyed the Terrisman's slender build. "You should probably spend a little less time reading, my friend, and a little more time lifting weights. You'll find you have a much easier time with the ladies if you do." "I.. am a eunuch, my lord." Herwynbe said as he removed his cloak and handed it to Cassius. "Yes yes, good good." Cassius said distractedly. He had already donned the cloak, and was trying to turn to admire it on him. Herwynbe bid him a good day, then climbed down into the alley. Once there, he opened the book and flipped through the pages. They were rumpled and folded, and the last page was spattered with blood. Oh Nicki, what have you done...? @Elenion I hope you don't mind how I portrayed your character.
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  35. Greetings nerds, this is me the.... uhh guy who does stuff yup.
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  36. @Chaos@Glamdring804 It is around that time where I must start looking at colleges. My primary considerations are Colorado School of Mines, and University of Montana Bozeman. You both are currently at Montana. Aside from being easier to get in to, any thoughts of advantages of one over the other?
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  37. But what about my kittiesh? No one ever putsh them in the shpotlight. It makesh me sho angry, how little people apprecia*hic*te the kittiesh. Jusht take'em for granted or tell me there are no kittiesh an never were any kittiesh or try to burn me ash a witch. It'sh enough to drive an ol woman inshane. Or to drink. Ushually to drink. Ah well, kittiesh, I'll make it up to you latersh when I dresshesh you in miniature cat tutush and build a miniature shtage for you (after I'm done with the shtocksh.)
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  38. I think that death was technically brought up in the question by virtue of talking about the Returned. But that's more semantics than anything else. I feel like this kind of supports my idea if you work backwards through it, or at least doesn't disprove it. If a person who has their soul stapled to a body via Hemalurgy is a Cognitive Shadow, and Heralds are a form of Cognitive Shadows, it's at least possible that the Heralds have their souls stapled to their bodies via a process similar to Hemalurgy. I think what may be happening with Hemalurgy is that it's not the spike specifically that's important, just the fact that it's Invested, and that it manages to pierce the soul of the person. I'm pretty sure that line is more of a direct reference to a certain troublemaker than a general statement, but I largely agree with your ideas based off of it. This feels like a pattern though, with different magic systems being able to do the same things: Aon Shao and Soulcasting | Gold Feruchemy, Stormlight, Breath and Aon Ien can all heal | Aon Tia and Elsecalling | etc... Soul Stapling, for lack of a better name, can be done via a Hemalurgic Spike, a Divine Breath, an Honorblade (presumably) and some process on Threnody(Shades)
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  39. There seems to be a few levels of "dead" in the cosmere, I suppose. The first is when your physical form fails. When this happens, your Cognitive aspect prevails for a short time. When this step is in progress, the potential for Cognitive Shadows arises. Elantrians didn't "die" in the same way, so they can't be counted as Cognitive Shadows. Therefore, despite having a lot of the same qualifications of dead (at least, before Raoden restored Elantris), the Dor must have preserved them before that point.
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  40. Well, Arranae I for one am not swayed by your arguments just because you express them more vocally and exuberantly. Why do I suspect you, given the circumstances? In a nutshell... Yes you were the loudest in defending Dalinar. The spiked have already shown that they were willing to go to great lengths to try to save Dalinar, or at least prolong his life as long as possible. He was preserved by a rioter, a lurcher, and possibly a soother. And then, when the noose is finally closing around his neck and there's no way for vote manipulations to save him, a few people start saying "hey, don't lynch Dalinar. This is a bad idea. Let the Coinshot take care of it. Don't lynch Dalinar if you want the village to win." I'm willing to bet that at least one (if not most) of those trying to shift the vote away from Dalinar is spiked. And sorry, but you're the most prominent among them. I've asked many MANY times now, and still haven't gotten a real response. Why did you (and the others) think that NOT lynching Dalinar and letting the Coinshot deal with him would be a good idea? (The closest thing to a response I've seen is Madagascar's point that it was a REALLY dumb idea, and usually eliminators don't make mistakes that big. And she has a bit of a point, there not enough by itself for me to change my vote, but if I do change my vote, that will be the primary reason). As has been said many times, your surviving by pewter doesn't mean anything- it doesn't make you any more or less likely to be spiked. All it means is that we have to lynch you twice. In response to your questions- why are you more suspicious or more worthy of death than the others? You aren't, not completely, as far as I'm concerned. But you were the most vocal about it, and attracted the most attention. Right now, you're under fire so I'm going to add my vote against you. Once we that's done, I'll be turning my attention to others. Herwynbe fell to his hands and knees, gasping for breath as sweat dripped from his face. The master's punishments were... unpleasant. "I am sorry, master. You are right." He said, keeping his eyes focused on the floor. "I made a mistake. I should not have let her handle the book. I extended too much trust to her. Today, I assure you, i will retrieve the spike or the book from-" "No!" The Master shouted, raising his dueling cane. Herwynbe winced, bracing himself for another blow. It didn't come, thank the forgotten gods. The Master kept speaking, walking slowly around the prostrate steward. "No, not the book. It would have taken her little time to copy the information it contained. It's value as a bargaining chip has been wasted. You will retrieve the spike. And furthermore, you will see that she does not escape- or survive- this time. I have worked too hard to protect this town against that which is coming. I will not let her meddling or that if her companions interfere with my preparations." Herwynbe nodded, the sweat turning cold on his face. He disliked the shedding of blood, yet he knew his master was right. When infection took a limb, it was better to sever the limb than to let it fester and destroy the body. He would do what needed to be done. also, I'm very curious to see this write up when it's finished and find out exactly what happened with Doc and Madagascar...
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  41. Update: All has gone well this weekend. The march was an amazing experience, and getting to spend face-to-face time for the first time with one of my best friends has been awesome. I fly home tomorrow morning. Peace out, y'all.
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  42. Don't we have references that Shinovar is not originally from Roshar? That the people, animals, and land itself is transplanted onto the Rosharan continent? If so, it lends credence to the "modern day Shinovar was built around/atop of the Circle of Blades in the Prologue." as nine honorblades given form and abandoned together could, in theory, cause a perpendicularity where a foreign land and people could come through to Roshar. At the same time, if all of Shinovar is transplanted from elsewhere, their "stone" would be fundamentally different from the rest of Roshar, and indeed could be considered the difference of the "hallowed ground" thought.
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  43. SPOILERS FOR WORDS OF RADIANCE you have been warned I have an idea for an animation! It centers on Shallan’s lullaby. It’s a collage of every time it’s sung in the book in chronological order. It starts from when Lin (Shallan’s father) sings it to her after she killed her mother. The song is sung by a man (Lin) with a voice of a young girl (Shallan), sung faintly in the background. Shallan’s voice gets more mature as she grows in the animation. When it reaches the scene where Shallan kills Lin, it is Shallan, already a young woman, who is the main voice, with Lin singing softly along with her (but not faintly like Shallan’s was). His voice gets fainter and fainter as he loses breath and when he dies it stops. Shallan is alone. Her voice is breaking as she sings and she finishes the song and takes her necklace off of Lin. The melody continues as the “camera” zooms into her eyes and zooms out of the young Shallan from the beginning. The song begins anew, with Shallan sing instead of Lin with a faint voice of a young boy, representing Lin, that despite his evil deeds he was once an innocent child. Shallan is singing now, representing that she is guilty not unlike Lin for her murder, despite its justification. She sings only the first verse. Young Shallan sheds a tear and the tear is zoomed in on, in slow motion until it turns into the ocean at the end of the verse. There is no music but the sound of the waves, and we see Shallan as we first met her, on the boat. I can provide audio, because my brother and I have good voices and I have talented friends. I am very fortunate, but not much so in the visual department. I can’t draw or animate, but I can direct the animation and how it should go but I can be flexible when you offer your own ideas. So will you help me fulfil my vision
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  44. Cancelouts Surges: Division and Adhesion Known for: Blowing things up and then putting them back together just as they were Oaths after First Ideal 2. Since I cannot put them back together, I will not blow up people unless they really deserve it 3. Spren can be fixed, so I will feel free to blow up spren (other than my own!) whenever I feel like it 4. I will annoy the more useful KR orders (all of them) as much as possible 5. I will strive to always use my powers in ways that create no net change to the world
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  45. There was life on the planet before Cultivation arrived so I don't see why killing Cultivation would kill all life, unless you're thinking that Rosharan life has evolved to be dependent on Cultivation's power?
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  46. You gain that knowledge but you will forever loose all information about the books he already wrote and publish. I ask for the ability to control time.
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