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EDIT: I've moved MOST of this post to this page on Coppermind. There are maybe a few images here that aren't included in that page, but it's mostly redundant things and that page is organized much better. I'm not going to continue updating this page. I'd like to collect all of the glyphs we've seen so far in Stormlight. (not counting Thaylen) Above the images I'll provide any names/translations/meanings and source that are known. If you see anything that I'm missing please share. Preferably with an image and relevant information! Standard Phoneme Set Basic Glyphs Gesheh = Bridge Image from Bridge Four tattoos artwork in WoR. Translation from Isaac (?), somewhere in the Thaylen and Alethi Glyph Translation thread. This is combined with Vev (four) to create "bridge four". Nahn = unknown, associated with darkeyed caste system? Image from Bridge Four tattoos artwork in WoR. Sas = unknown Image from Bridge Four tattoos artwork in WoR. Shash = dangerous Image from Bridge Four tattoos artwork in WoR, translation in text Unknown = freedom Image from Bridge Four tattoos artwork in WoR. Numbers Number glyphs have been deciphered and are covered on the first page in the Thaylen and Alethi Glyph Translation thread. Included below are the samples we have of these numbers. From the Southern Frostlands map, the numbers 0 through 28 are shown (rotated 90 degrees) at the top and bottom of the page. They are: 0: 1 - 10: 11-20: 21-28: From the Rosharan System starchart, the numbers 1 through 10 are shown, numbering the gas giants in the system. They are: 1 - 10: From the Bridge Four Tattoo artwork, the following numbers are depicted: 3: 4: 7: 9: This glyph seems to be highly stylized so as to appear symmetrical with Kholin. 73: 1173: Glyphpairs Kholin (Khokh Linil) From Dalinar's chapter symbol and Alethi Warcamps artwork. Dalinar stylizes Khokh as a tower (shown) while Elhokar styles it as a sword. Both stylize Linil as a crown. Kezeras (Kecheh Zeras) = Highstorm Kalazeras (Kalak Zeras) = Everstorm Highprince Glyphs These are taken from the Alethi Warcamps artwork, the Battle at the Tower artwork, and the Battle at Narak artwork. Higher quality versions were provided in the Thaylen and Alethi Glyph Translation thread. A highly stylized version of Kohlin is provided in the Bridge Four Tattoo artwork. If the identity of the last four have been figured out, please let me know! Aladar Kholin Roion Sadeas Sebarial Vamah Hatham Bethab Thanadal (depicts Yankler, but name was changed after glyph was created) Ruthar Oathbringer Alethi Glyph Page Zeras = Storm Kecheh = High Kalak = Eternal Zatalef = a bat-like cephalopod native to Akak Javani Tebel Tsameth = Life Before Death Katef Tebel Kadulek = Strength Before Weakness Mehlak Tebel Mevizh = Journey Before Destination Iron Stance Scroll Unknown 1 = Stance This glyph is the first of two forming the title of the scroll: "Iron Stance". It is also depicted with the first "step" (the initial stance). Unknown 2 = Iron This glyph is the second of two forming the title of the scroll: "Iron Stance". Unknown 3 = Lure This glyph is depicted with the second "step" (a parry). Unknown 4 = Trap This glyph is depicted with the third "step" (a second parry). Unknown 5 = Finish This glyph is depicted with the fourth "step" (a hit on the opponent) along with the first three. Unknown 6 = symbol of the Calligrapher's Guild, technically depicts "Isaac" Glyph Workshop at JordanCon 10 (2018) Abara = Family Tafar = Physician Khakh = Determination Thath = Justice unknown = Diamond unknown = braid Honorblades From the text, at the beginning of new "Parts". Jezrien Nale Chanarach Shalash Battar Kalak Knights Radiant Orders These are taken from the Knights Radiant chart from the endpages. They are also inscribed on Elhokar's shardblade and depicted in Shallan's sketches. They are used in the star chart of the Rosharan System to denote gas giants beyond Roshar. Additional depictions were provided in the Thaylen and Alethi Glyph Translation thread. Windrunners Skybreakers Dustbringers Edgedancers Truthwatchers Lightweavers Elsecallers Willshapers Stonewards Bondsmiths Surges These are taken from the Knights Radiant chart from the endpages. Adhesion Gravitation Division Abrasion Progression Illumination Transformation Transportation Cohesion Tension Voidbinding "Orders" These are taken from the so-called "voidbinding" chart. The third symbol also appears on the Kharbranth artwork. Note that these resemble the Knights Radiant order symbols to an extent. "Void-Windrunners" "Void-Skybreakers" "Void-Dustbringers" Third instance here depicted on Kharbranth artwork. "Void-Edgedancers" "Void-Truthwatchers" Note resemblance to Roshar glyph. "Void-Lightweavers" "Void-Elsecallers" "Void-Willshapers" "Void-Stonewards" "Void-Bondsmiths" Voidbinding "Surges" These are taken from the so-called "voidbinding" chart. The third symbol also appears on the Kharbranth artwork. Note that these are generally a rotationally symmetrical version of the surge symbols. "Void-Adhesion" "Void-Gravitation" "Void-Division" "Void-Abrasion" "Void-Progression" "Void-Illumination" "Void-Transformation" "Void-Transportation" "Void-Cohesion" "Void-Tension" Other Roshar? (uncertain) Decription in the Thaylen and Alethi Glyph Translation thread. Symbol can be found around the compass rose and borders of many maps. Urithiru? (uncertain) Decription in the Thaylen and Alethi Glyph Translation thread. Symbol can be found on the compass rose of the Roshar map and Frostlands map. It also appears (often as little more than a watermark) on many other maps and pieces of artwork. For a list of locations see this thread. Navani's Ketek From the endnote of WoR. Full Bridge Four Tattoo From the Bridge Four Tattoo art. Kaladin banner glyph From Kaladin's chapter symbol.

<Transmission received> <static> This is Mi9. Agents, do you read me? This is an EMERGENCY TRANSMISSION to every single member of the agency, both dead and alive. Did you seriously think this was over? Wait, what're you - <crashhh> <static> <sounds of a scuffle> The game is over, your part is done! <Muffled curses> Treason! Treason! <How does a bas-> <Throat clearing> Ahem. This is Doc. Doc12. Mi9 was not very willing to be retired... <muffled banging> So hey! Doc here. Hi Seeing as Sheep still hasn’t gotten their GM thoughts up, I thought ‘why not?’ and decided to post my Co-GM thoughts. (Mi9 has always been more efficient anyways) Anyways, while Sheep procrastinates his thoughts on the mechanics, I’ll just share my thoughts on the game itself. Firstly, this game was a blast to GM. Honestly. It was my second time co-GMing, and I enjoyed it so much. The inactivity was very low, and all you guys seemed to be having fun, which made me immensely happy. This game kept me up to 4am at night. Hah So. This was one of the extremely rare games where both the GM and the co-GM are both bonkers, and the first game to have the GMs openly declare war on each other. Wasn’t that fun? It started simply, when I vowed to give each agent a personalized message as Mi9, hoping it’d increase the immersiveness of the game and make the messages a little bit more than just. ‘Order”, “Order confirmed”. Then Sheep started ninja-ing me, and I started getting a little passive-aggressive in the missive writeups And the amazing thing was you players went along with it! You engaged with us, and allowed for some really amusing back and forths! I remember when I first tried to convince Aman he was crazy, argued with Mage over his Ahst-rail-yun accent, watched Seonid conspire to blow us all up, and engaged Stick in a hashtag battle that resulted in every single message in the GM PM being hashtags. There were dozens of little touches that made the game such a gem. Mage and his amusing missives, Zootopia, Dani and her chocolate, Drake insisting on starting his messages with ‘Marshall law’, Bard and his fondness for cudgels, and Joe trolling his fellow eliminators. I actually got Mage, Lopen and Drake to distrust normal sheep! Thank you, all of you, for making the game fun. If it wasn’t for you engaging right back, it would have just been me sending these amusing messages but getting nothing in reply - not very encouraging. Ah, and Sheep! N! You were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. Another GM might have rolled their eyes at my antics and ignored them, but you! You started arguing right back in PMs, and soon we had a nice little rivalry set up between N and Mi9. You not only tolerated my antics, but you actively engaged with them. Ha! Remember when I first got Mage to shoot you, and we declared open war on each other? We started hopping through the GM PMs of every single player and having a mini-debate in each one. It became a competition with very real stakes! And then I went ahead and posted that emergency transmission in thread, which infuriated you to no end. We decided to split our writeups. We conspired in Discord to actually encourage this war, and we decided that you would be evil, and I good, setting up the pieces for a glorious clash. It was an honour, Sheep. It was amazing, heh. Making a story out of nothing. Making Hamilton references to annoy Sheep. (There were Star Wars, Batman and Captain America references too) Staying up to 4am working on the final writeup to make it a worthy send-off. Snarking with players in their PMs. Realizing that we both shipped Desmond/Yiferien. Realizing we both shipped Aries and Mi9 (Yeaaah, that came out of nowhere) and that Mi9 was Gemini all along. Does beg the question though. In light of Mi9 and N’s actual relationship, what happened for the three cycles they spent locked in that closet? (I apologized to you, Sheep, deal with it.) All these things made all those 2am nights staying up to post the writeups worth it. (Storming Sheep and his rollover time) You were all absolutely amazing. Thank you all for an amazing game, and a wonderful co-GMing experience. I did my very best, and I only hope it was as great for you as it was for me. -Doc <Transmission ends>

Day 11: A Shot in the Dark For Drought, his blindness wasn’t the handicap that most people thought that it was. He had been blind for long enough that he’d learned to adapt. His hearing was better. His sense of smell and touch had heightened. These helped paint him a picture of the world around him without his sense of sight. The Steel didn’t hurt either. Drought’s world was peppered with blue dots and the lines leading from them to him. A coin pouch here, as window latch there. The dagger that someone was carrying. It had taken Drought years of practice and training to get to where he was today. He had gotten so good with his steel that he could pick out what kind of metal it was just by the varying shades of blue and their strength. It made it easier to tell which lines were stationary and which were attached to someone. That was another thing that he sometimes wondered about. Without his eyes, how was he able to see the lines at all? The only answer he had come to was that it was all just a trick of the mind. It kind of bothered him that he might be “seeing” in the same way that an Inquisitor sees things. -Wait. Someone was carrying a dagger! He’d heard the talk from the rest of the villagers about how people were being killed and most of them seemed to come from a stab wound; to shallow to be a sword, but still deadly. And the few that had survived had claimed to have been attacked by people wielding daggers. Could it be that this person that had just passed by Drought was one of those that was killing everyone? Obviously, he couldn’t just leave this alone; not when it could mean that he could save the town. Drought picked up what few coins he’d earned for the day and followed the person from a distance. That was another benefit for his particular brand of sight. He didn’t need to keep a line of sight on the person, he just needed to stay close enough for his steel to detect them. Unfortunately, this also meant that Drought wasn’t close enough to pick up anything else about them other than the fact that they carried a dagger. It had already been late afternoon when Drought had noticed this person and they travelled a lot of the village. Night fell and Drought could feel the mists cool on his cheeks as they appeared. Still, the person he was tailing travelled on, making stops every now and then to either say hello to someone or to run an errand. They still hadn’t done anything suspicious that Drought could tell and he began wondering if he’d been mistaken. After everything that had happened, he couldn’t really blame anyone for wanting to walk around armed. Was he being paranoid of someone that was being paranoid? He was about to give up and call it a night, when the blue line connected to the dagger darted quickly off to the left. Based on the surroundings, it looked like they had decided to run down an alleyway. Now, that is suspicious behavior, Drought thought. He felt a slight thrill at the thought. He’d been right! Now all he had to do was find out where the person was residing and he could end this entire nightmare the village was trapped in! He clutched the coins in his hand a little tighter, with new resolve and then moved to follow. He didn’t go far though, before he heard the faint wisp of fabric brushing together close behind him and he felt the rush of moving air against the back of his neck. He noticed these things a second too late, as something pierced into his side and slid right between his ribs. The last thing Drought noticed was that, whatever it was that stabbed him, had never given off a blue line…. Night 11 had ended and Day 11 begins! You have 48 hours. Droughtbringer was a Village Coinshot! Good luck! Player List

Hello! I'm relatively new to Sanderson's works (and extremely new to the forum), but I've been very impressed by both so far. You probably won't be hearing much from me since I'm a lurker at heart, but it's still great to meet you all. Stormlight Archives for life!

Hi guys Im new here but been floating through reading all the theories for a long time. Met Brandon years ago when he visited Melbourne, Australia and bombarded him with questions and really hooked the cosmere addiction deep so here I am. Wanted to run a question by you. Mistborn is stabbed by a shardblade. Now its been confirmed that you dont need to ingest a metal to burn it, so my theory is could the Mistborn flare the metal of the blade as it enters and essentially hurl himself into the spiritual realm like Elend did with his Atium/Duralinum? Essentially using a highly invested god-metal (could be wrong but Im fairly certain a shardblade could be counted as god-metal). Now I know the quantity of metal doesnt really work so lets just say its a shardblade rapier like Yasnah uses and only just the tip (hehehe). Just to avoid that argument.

Fellow Cosmere lovers it is an honor, truly, to make your acquaintanc . It took me reading the Stormlight archive again to realize this universe existed and I've been excited ever since. Though I first read the Mistborn series, reading SA as been an intriguing experience and doubly so the second time. Contrary to Arcanum Unbounded's opinion, my favorite system would have to be Rosharian, it just appeals more to my love for epic tales. I've no doubt you all have your own opinions and I like very much to know them. What's your favorite system? And while we're on the topic who is the "I" in Arcanum Unbounded?

WoK pg. 671 "He watches!" the boy hissed. "The black piper in the night. He holds us in his palm. . . playing a tune that no man can hear!" Cenn's eyes glazed over. He stopped breathing. No man can hear the Black Piper's tune. But the Parshendi might.

I much prefer posting here instead of the other thread. This is a particularly good one, too! In about 5 months, there will be a third little baby in our family! (Well, the other two aren't babies anymore, but they once were.)

Oh, wow, this is really cool. So, let's say I'm gonna make myself a glyph, based off my avatar. The simplest version can be made using Harekeke's identified glyph-letters, just lined up in a row. But I'm gonna twist it and make the overall shape actually look like my avatar. (Image in spoilers, pardon the crudeness.) And, if people squinted really hard and figured out which lines were screw-you lines that would just make it look more like my avatar, they'd be able to work out that it was developed from: Which would give letters: But without knowing the context, nobody would be able to figure out the word itself: So, we're stuck on the first step with the endsheets; we have to figure out the 'simple' glyph they're based on. Maybe it would be worthwhile to actually develop the simple glyph versions of the Heralds' names and the Silver Kingdoms, so we've got stuff to compare? (You've seen my work, I can do it, but it won't be pretty.)

More overwhelmed than he was on that very first day, Adolin continued to wander the dark halls of Urithiru for several hours of the night. As of yesterday, the scouts had finished exploring the tower, although they had not yet begun rummaging through all the rooms for artifacts. At least not all of them, Adolin hoped, though he was certain that a few were looting whatever they could find, especially those belonging to Sadeas, Ruthar or Bethab. Well, belonged to Sadeas, he should think. Adolin still found it difficult believing that monster was finally dead, despite being the one who killed him. It wasn’t guilt, exactly, that made it hard for him to accept. Since the Battle of the Tower, Adolin was always worried about what Sadeas had planned for his father next. Not even feeling the man’s body slacken beneath him or watching his Blade coalesce by his side could alleviate that terrible feeling in Adolin’s gut that Sadeas wasn’t through with them quite yet. Truth be told, Adolin didn’t feel guilty for killing the man at all. As he explained to Kaladin the very same night, he knew in his heart that what he done was right. His only regret now was that he still hadn’t found the courage to tell his father what happened. Perhaps if tonight hadn’t been so important for his dad… But no. That was just an excuse, and Adolin knew it. Something else was keeping him from approaching his father, though he wasn’t sure what that might be. How could a man be so confident about his decision, yet so clueless on what he should do next? Is that… a Herald? Adolin recognized the man in the portrait, despite this depiction looking unlike any he had seen before. The Nalan’elin in this picture was still a youth. Not too much younger than Adolin was now, in fact. His skin - save for that pale, hooked crescent that marred his cheek - was dark not from the shadows cast by his hood, but from many long days in the sun. Rather than a stern expression, he wore a look of innocence upon his face, his cheeks round, his smile rounder. He was neither bare chested or wearing a military uniform, like he was always portrayed, the sleeveless robes draped over his shoulders bearing wrinkles and stains that an elder Herald of Justice could never tolerate, not in himself or his subordinates. It had to be a work of fiction. Maybe an artist from the Heraldic Epoch had wondered the type of people the Herald’s would have been, had their world not been ravaged by countless Desolations. “In case you’re curious,” a voice echoed out of the darkness, “I cannot remember those days very well. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t so long ago that I left my home behind. I suppose fled would be a more fitting term, though that might imply that I had committed some kind of sin, which in my many years of life, I can honestly say I’ve never even come close to considering.” Adolin was tense, his heart beating faster and faster in a vain attempt to catch up with his thoughts. As his Shardblade dropped into his flexed hand, his eyes searched the shadows desperately for whoever had found him. The man's calm, emotionless voice was impossible to pinpoint, however, and the shadows did not stir as he spoke. “Tell me, young prince,” the voice continued. “Are you willing to kill a man just to keep your sins a secret?” In his heart, Adolin knew the answer. Not that he would speak it aloud for a stranger. “Who are you?” he asked instead. Rather than answer, the man only laughed. Like his words, it was cold and empty, though it did seem a bit louder in one direction than any other. Spinning, Adolin raised his Blade towards the darkness from whence it came. “Show yourself, coward!” Hands clasped behind his back and a mien so confident he that Adolin's blade might as well have been a stick, Nalan’elin, Herald of Justice, stepped into the lamplight. Although the Herald did not smile, he seemed to be amused by Adolin’s choice in words. “I think we both know which one of us is the true coward, young prince.” Adolin shivered. This had to be a nightmare. Fighting Voidbringers was one thing. The Knights Radiant returning was another. But meeting a Herald… that was just insane, wasn’t it? “You have nothing to fear, young prince. Put away your weapon. I only wish to talk.” Reluctantly Adolin lowered his Blade, though he was not quite ready to dismiss it. For all the Herald’s talk of sin and secrets, there was still a chance he came to bring Adolin to justice, just as Adolin had done to Sadeas. Still not glancing at Adolin’s weapon, Nalan waved a hand, his own Shardblade manifesting. Resting its flat against his shoulder, he rubbed the hilt casually with his thumb. “For my own protection,” he explained, not that he seemed bothered by Adolin’s still-hostile stance. “So?” the Herald asked after a long, awkward moment of silence. “You still haven’t answered me, young prince. Are you willing to kill a man just to keep your sins a secret?” Taking a deep breath, Adolin finally tore his eyes away from the Nalan’s Shardblade. “No,” he answered and nearly said more, but noticing that the Herald was anticipating it, he decided not to say anything just to spite him. “You’re easier to read than you think,” Nale began. “I know you don’t need me to tell you this, but you were right, killing Sadeas. That man was a monster wearing a man’s flesh. I would have dispensed of him myself if I didn’t have higher priorities to take care of. So, firstly, I want to thank you. You did well. “Of course, giving thanks was not the reason I came here. This might come as a surprise, but occasionally we immortals have business with you regular folk. So there I am, passing orders to my apprentices, when I hear that someone has executed a Highprince, and that it was none of them. Naturally I just had to find out who was responsible. And guess what I found? “A prince’s side knife, so carelessly forgotten in the brain of one Torol Sadeas. Very incriminating evidence, that. I told myself it would be a shame if the wrong person found it. So, being the right person, I freed it from his head, wiped it clean, and now deliver it to its rightful owner, at absolutely no cost.” Half-expecting the Herald to stab him, Adolin gazed warily at Nalan’s hand. Unconcerned by its sharp edge, the immortal held the knife loosely by its blade. Instead of taking it, Adolin just had to know. “Why?” “Why what?” the Herald asked, face as rigid as stone. “Why me?” A flash of something shone in the Herald's eyes and, suddenly, Adolin regretted asking the question. “Because you remind me of myself. Or, rather, the man I used to be,” he said, gaze shifting slightly towards the the portrait hanging upon the wall beside them, before drifting back down at his hand. “Well?” Swallowing hard, Adolin grabbed his side knife, still without dismissing his Blade, and then sheathed it at his waist. “I’ll be watching you, young prince,” Nalan said as he retreated into the shadows, his voice becoming an indistinct echo once again. “Oh, and try not to do anything I wouldn’t. Next time we meet, I’d prefer us to be friends. Not enemies.” Once certain that he was alone, Adolin finally let his Blade dissolve into mist. He no longer felt up to wandering, and so finally decided to retire to his chambers, a lone question ringing in his head while he tried desperately to sleep. What was he? Lomot was drunk. But how? The whole night he had only taken from the bowl with the orange wine. Not once did he taste the faintest hint of alcohol, and yet he knew this feeling. Despite years of abstinence, he realized it immediately. Stumbling alone through the dark halls of Urithiru, searching for his assigned quarters, he desperately retraced the events of the night with hopes of finding the answer. Had he set his drink down, only to pick up another’s glass? No. He was sure that wasn’t the case, as each wine had its own unique flavor. And besides. He had a glass to wash down his dinner and another two to quench his thirst while talking to Shallan Davar and several of his fellow Initiates. Not even violet wine could get him so drunk with so little. Maybe someone had slipped something tasteless into his drink? Some kind of drug that could mimic the sensation of being drunk… but to what purpose? That thought alone made him feel sick. Next thing Lomot knew, he was on his knees. His stomach churned and he retched, spewing half-digested chunks of meat, vegetable and bread on the ground between his sprawled hands. Up! Run! a voice told him. You. Must. Run! He already had a migraine, but that buzzing made his head ache even worse. From the shadows, a figure manifested, tall and dressed in a black and silver uniform that wasn’t so different than the ones Dalinar had issued to the Initiates. “Feeling ill?” the man said, his voice ice cold and crystal clear. “Yes,” Lomot groaned, then coughed a few times as his stomach decided to finish emptying itself on the floor. “I think I’m lost. Can you help me find my chamber?” he asked, dry heaved, then added: “Please?” Around! Turn! Run! Storms, how that voice grated his brain. “No. You are well beyond helping, Lomot. Or would you prefer I use your real name?” For the first time, Lomot - no, Tomol - looked up at the man’s face. It was dark, especially beneath his hood, but his skin, particularly the white birthmark on his cheek, was glowing just a little. “Apprentice. Please recite this man’s crimes, for the rest to witness.” “Tomol Sadeas,” a disembodied voice began in an unpracticed tone of officiality, “is guilty of criminal battery, on two counts. First, in the administering of a noxious substance to render his victim incapable of consent, and second, in the intentional infliction of both physical and emotional injury upon his victim.” “Tomol, what say you to these charges?” the Herald of Justice asked airily. “I…” Tomol choked on the words. His bowels roiled for some more food to vomit. “I was wrong," he admitted and then, suddenly, his mind found clarity. "Absolutely and irrevocably, I was wrong. I was young and dumb, influenced by the wrong kind of crowd… but no, those are only excuses, and there are none for what I did. That is why I fled from home. Why I dyed my hair blonde. Why I changed my name. I haven’t even touched alcohol since that day. Surely you can see that? See all of the progress I have made?” Please, the buzzing returned. Run. Please… “Yes. You have come far, indeed. But tell me. What happened to your… victim?” “Eren?” Tomol asked. “I… I don’t know.” “She’s dead,” another disembodied voice answered. “Unable to cope with the trauma, Eren Leiken committed suicide. All because of you, Tomol.” “No…” “Yes. Tomol Sadeas, you were an accomplice to murder,” Nalan’elin steeled his voice as he tightened his gloves, one at a time. He didn’t even seem to notice Tomol’s relentless sobbing. The Initiate could hardly breathe. “Let it be witnessed that I, Nin, have declared this man a sinner in the Eyes of the Almighty. Let Justice be done.” “Let Justice be done,” several disembodied voices said, seemingly all around Tomol, in unison. “Er- en…” the name escaped desperately between a pair of whimpers. I’m so, so sorry. The world burned around him, though strange enough, it started from within. Me. Too. GATHERING THEM LIKE THIS. I TOLD YOU IT WAS A MISTAKE. “Who did this?” Dalinar asked. Not to the rumbling thunder of the Stormfather, but to the only man he trusted more than his own children. THE RIGHTEOUS, the Stormfather scoffed. “I don’t know, sir,” Kaladin replied. “But I intend to find out.” Crouched on the floor besides the body of Lomot, surrounded by a pool of blood and vomit, the Squire, Teft, examined the corpse thoughtfully. Oddly enough, he did not seem affected by the gory scene. This man had seen worse things before, Dalinar was certain. “You know what this means, don’t you?” the Squire asked, pointing at Lomot’s burned-out-eyes. “That there’s a rogue Shardbearer in Urithiru who’s not happy about me refounding the Knights Radiant,” Dalinar answered, unhesitant. “Or,” Kaladin interjected, “someone with a spren and a grudge.” “You can’t be serious,” Dalinar said, though Stormblessed’s tone wasn’t anything but. “You know as well as I do, only a living Shardblade can start the lift, and there’s no other way, apart from flying, to reach this floor. It certainly wasn’t any of us,” Kaladin said, referring to Dalinar, Renarin, Shallan and himself, “and that leaves only the Initiates.” “And what about your Squires?” Dalinar asked, prompting Teft to look at him questioningly. “If it was them, I would know it immediately. I can feel them, sir, and the power flowing through me to them. If one of them did something like this, they would be cut off from it for sure. Besides, they have no spren of their own, and hear the screams of the dead just like us." “I know, I know” the Highprince said with a sigh. “I just find it hard to believe that any potential Radiant could do, well… this,” he gestured towards Lomot's remains. “Do you think it’s possible one of them could have reached the Third Ideal already?” “Certainly. From what Shallan’s told me, she could transform her spren into a Shardblade at the age of eleven. Who knows how long these Initiates have been attracting their spren? Though they may act like breathing Stormlight is something new, we cannot rule out the possibility of them pretending.” Dalinar didn’t like this. Not at all. Thinking back, his conversation with Wit did seem a bit off, as if the man knew that something was going to go wrong tonight. He’d have to find Wit again to once again ask what he knew. If he was somehow involved… Dalinar’s conversation with Sigzil seemed even worse now, too. “How does this affect your training regime?” “Well, sir, that depends on you,” Kaladin answered, then held out two hands before him. “The way I see it, we have two choices. One, we delay our plans and invest all of our resources into performing extensive background investigations on the Initiates,” he said as he rose one hand in the air and dropped the other. “This option would probably allow us to find the culprit, or culprits, relatively quick.” “But?” “But, in your very own words, sir: The Everstorm is upon us, and it is worse than we feared. The Voidbringers have returned, and every day we waste not training them is a day that they can wreak havoc throughout Roshar.” “And our other option?” Kaladin swapped hands, raising his left and lowering his right. “We go on as planned, except that we make what happened here known, and ask them to watch each other closely. If an Initiate does something suspicious, they bring it to our attention, and we can decide what to do from there.” “But wouldn’t that destroy any semblance of trust they might have for one another?” “Perhaps. But in my experience with the military, that seldom happens. To put it in perspective, during my initial training in Amaram’s army,” Kaladin paused after uttering the man’s name, trying, and failing, to hide the malice behind it, “my squad leader had discovered stolen food from the camp’s mess in our barracks. Unsure of who had taken it, he set us against each other to find the thief. In the beginning things were tense, but as the days passed and our squad leader deliberately made our training more difficult, the boy responsible gave in and admitted his indiscretion.” “So, you think it could work in this situation, too?” “Well, that was minor theft, while this is murder. I doubt a murderer would come forward as easily, but I’m certain that over time, the pressure would cause them to crack, and the more eyes we have searching for those cracks, the better.” “For what it’s worth,” Teft said, rising from his haunches, “I agree with the Captain. This sort of tactic has torn ordinary squads apart before, but the ones who did manage to succeed always came out better than they would otherwise. And this is a group of almost-Radiants we’re talking about, here. “Besides, myself and the other Squires will be supervising their training as well. While we teach them how to fight and wield their newfound powers, we can watch for anything suspicious as well.” “Very well, then. So we shall proceed according to the schedule?” Dalinar asked, still exasperated by the situation, but satisfied with their decision. “Well… not exactly,” Kaladin replied. “Teft. Fetch the other Squires. I think it’s time we put the fear of the Almighty into our new recruits.” Going stiff, Teft saluted Kaladin with his wrists crossed and shouted “Yes sir!” before running down to where Drehy and Skar had posted for security. Urithiru was in chaos. Atop the tower, Kaladin stood, facing eastward as a Highstorm rapidly approached. Despite the rumbling in the distance, he could hear his Squires screaming at the Initiates to wake up, get dressed, and hurry to the roof. Even Rock was helping, though instead of yelling, he preferred to beat on a massive cookpot only a Horneater could lift without Shardplate. By the time each and every one of the Initiates had been rounded up on the roof, the Stormwall was nearly upon them. Exactly twenty two ropes had been firmly knotted to a series of loops that would - hopefully - not be torn loose by the Highstorm when it hit. “You all have about five minutes to brace yourselves!” Kaladin yelled to the Initiates, his wide back facing them, his voice being carried to them by the wind. A few were confused, even more were frightened. At least one had attempted to climb back down the stairs, but the entrance had been sealed off by Teft already. Bound by a Full Lashing, the doorway would not budge. “Four minutes!” Kaladin shouted louder, and at once, every Initiate scrambled for a rope to tie to their waist. “Good luck,” Kaladin told them, smiling, as the Stormwall crashed into the city. They wouldn’t be able to see him, now, but he had just taken flight. The last time he rode a storm like this, he was fighting for his life against the Assassin in White. This time, he aimed to have a little fun. He was a Windrunner, after all, and run the wind he did. When he returned, the Riddens was in full effect. All twenty-two of the remaining Initiates were alive, if not a little worse for wear. Any serious injuries that might have been inflicted would already have healed, thanks to the Stormlight they could all breathe. Unfortunately for them, it couldn’t repair their uniforms, but that was a part of Kaladin’s plan. No better way to instill pride and discipline in a soldier than to make them frequently care for their own equipment. That would have to wait for later, however, for there were more critical problems to address. “Last night, an Initiate died,” Kaladin declared, watching the crowd for reactions. “Or, should I say, an Initiate was murdered, considering his eyes now resemble smoldering coals,” he paused to let that sink in. “Highprince Dalinar is convinced at least one person here was involved. Under normal circumstances, we would cease all training, but as you all know, these are desperate times, and thus we cannot afford to stop for anything. As such, he has given me permission to make your lives a living hell until all those who are responsible are found. “So, take the day off to talk amongst yourselves. And don’t worry, you won’t have to leave this wonderfully frigid rain for a second. In fact, my Squires will be waiting just inside to make sure you have all the time you need to come clean. “Enjoy, Initiates, and please, try not to get too sick. I’ve got big plans for you all tomorrow. Plans as big as a greatshell, in fact,” Kaladin finished with a laugh before diving off the ledge and falling into the sky above.

Does anyone know if Brandon has said anything about what would happen if a person were to eat the fruit from Patji's Finger? Would the parasites work in the same way as inside Aviar or would people gain different abilities, or none at all? Lemme know if anyone has any related quotes, information, or just their thoughts on the subject. Thanks!

Hey there Sanderson fans! I'm kind of a Sanderson nut, so I assume I will be in good company here. I used to frequent forums a LOT, but have been out of the game for a couple of years. If anyone was on Dragonmount.com in 2010 we probably know each other. Anywhoo, I discovered Brandon via his completion of the Wheel of Time books, and just kind of fan-girl'd out from there. I'm currently on a reread of everything Cosmere, searching for links that I missed by just not knowing that things were connected. I really enjoy forums, so hopefully this will get me back into an online community outside of just facebook pages. Personally, I'm from Oregon but have recently transplanted to Texas, I am married with a 9 month old son, and I really look forward to theorizing and such with everyone.

Prepare to be insulted, you fat lot of chull-bottoms!

What I think is that, Shallan, for example, saw multiple cryptics following her around who we know are not Pattern. I think what allows one to see a cryptic would be a high sensitivity to the cognitive realm even if you are not a surgebinder. Obviously only some types of Knights Radiant can see and interact with the cognitive realm, i. e. Light weavers and Elsecallers, but the others don't really, like Kaladin, who never mentions anything about it and I doubt he really knows anything about it. That being said, I think someone who is not a surgebinder can still sense, and maybe even see things bleeding over from it, like the cryptics. This doesn't mean they will become surgebinders BUT if they do, they would most likely become a lightweaver or an Elsecaller.

Harmonium has a slight imbalance towards Ruin's power. That's probably where the extra power went.

Totally came her looking for a Boston Chowder recipe.

1. What can you boil, mash, and stick in a stew? 2. If someone is 27, their birthday is in June, and it's February, what is another term for their approximate age? 3. Why is your phone case bedazzled? Not saying it isn't wonderful, but just out of curiosity. 4. Who is the best member of Twenty One Pilots?

That's very interesting, because I'm seeing a lot possibilities in there, including some verification on this Truthwatcher-Roshar glyph. So the ring around the compass rose says "Roshar," and the rose itself says "Urithiru." So all the way back in WoK, the compass was telling us to look for Urithiru in the geographic center of Roshar. Pretty in-depth foreshadowing.

Hoo, boy, lots of good questions. You're making a nice splash! Most of the specifics of some of the more advanced Feruchemical applications, we don't know beyond what's presented in the books, since Brandon will readily RAFO to preserve future surprises. A couple I can answer: 4) Savantism is something we've seen happen to Allomancers, not to Feruchemists. But that's probably because Feruchemy normally draws from an internal source, so it's not enough to mess anything. At a larger scale, with a larger influx of Investiture, it seems possible to me. But Brandon did recently comment that he's rethinking how Savantism works, because he's worried it doesn't have as drastic consequences for someone like Wax, a Steel Savant. 5) Have you read Bands of Mourning? We see that very application of F.Duralumin in there, Connection to a country. 8) That is a theory that some in-universe subscribe to, but others disagree with. Brandon avoids answering this question for obvious reasons. 10) Allomancers can learn to burn piercings, or anything else in their bodies. I don't think A.Nicrosil will affect Feruchemy, since no metal is consumed and no power is drawn from an external source. 11) The Vessels do have their own personalities, but the Intent of the Shard will eventually overpower them. Ati was overpowered by Ruin, becoming a puppet for the Shard's Intent. Some Vessels, like Rayse, seem to fit very well with their Intent and may not be as affected. 12) Odium intentionally does not pick up other Shards, so as not to dilute his Intent. We have seen a large-scale combination of Shards, with Harmony. Many spren are mixtures of Honor and Cultivation to various degrees. Odium doesn't necessarily have more power than other Shards; he might have better techniques that allow him to kill other Shards, the other Shards might have Invested some of their power in planets and magic systems, or Odium may have had help taking on two Shards at a time (many people think Bavadin is an ally of his).

So I've been trying to figure out the the so-called Voidbinding chart (I really don't think it has anything to do with voidbinding). Here's the one thing I can say conclusively: the lower middle symbol, which corresponds to Truthwatchers/Paliah on the surgebinding chart, is the same symbol that makes up the border around the compass rose. The main symbol appears to be an S or an R. The smaller symbols on top (marked in green) might be H, or even Sh. It's hard to tell. Not sure what this means, but given the context of the compass, I'd be inclined to guess that it either says "Roshar" or "Urithiru." In either case, it would suggest that the other symbols on this chart might be places, like, perhaps, the Dawncities. Indeed, the Jezrien/Windrunner symbol looks a bit like "Kholinar." But to me, it also looks a lot like "Kaladin," so my gut feelings might not be reliable here. Really not sure about this one, but here's what I think I'm seeing:

Hithon couldn’t see the stormwall, that raging, blustering, churning wave of wind-pushed water and debris. He wondered if he should be grateful for that. He felt the storm, the scream of the the sky, the lashing fury of the wind, the first stinging drops of rain. What must it have been like to those who could see? Those who could actually watch it advancing, knowing that they had no shelter or course of escape? It must have looked like the end of the world. When the storm hit, he died. Over and over again. He could see nothing, he was tossed - buffeted and cut by a hundred thousand rocks, the winds picking him up as a ragdoll and smashing him against the walls. Thunder rolled so loud his ears failed him. The icy rain fell upon him with the force of a thousand hammers. He was thrown back and forth, yanked into the air, and only held by that piece of rope. He was crushed, frozen and drowned. And the worst part of it all was that he could see nothing. The wind was so loud it nearly drowned out the thunder; howling and moaning, and he could see nothing. When you were robbed of sight, the unfamiliar was a horrible, hateful thing. Moments that needed your instant reaction, split-second decisions. His throat was raw, even though he couldn’t hear himself scream. Every part of him screamed. But worst of all was the screaming from his mind, battering uselessly against the darkness, screaming to see this beast so relentlessly crushing him to pieces. He needed to know it was going to end, for time held no meaning in this hell. He needed to see where he was, see what was cutting him, see what just flew past his ear. He needed to see!! The only thing that kept him conscious, kept him in one piece, kept him sane, was that light flowing through him. In the darkness of his mind, the light was blessed indeed, the one thing that he could focus on, to cling on to. The light flowed through him in waves, healing his wounds just as another few hundred were laced onto his body. Agony and relief alternated in this never-ending nightmare. After ten eternities, the storm released him. And he fell. He lay as if dead on the cold stone. He was dead. Kaladin’s words came from a place far, far away, swimming circles in his thoughts. Nothing mattered. Nothing. Was it worth it to get up? He had not felt so utterly defeated since his eyes were taken from him. So utterly crushed in spirit. He knew that...he would have to get up. He knew that he would overcome. It just felt impossibly hard at the moment. “Enjoy, Initiates, and please, try not to get too sick. I’ve got big plans for you all tomorrow. Plans as big as a greatshell, in fact,” Thank you. Hithon decided then and there that he was going to get up - if only to kill that smug chull.

I made these and wanted to share. Comes in two flavors. That's all! Latest Revision: Old Revisions: 1: Original. 2: Ishar at top and divine attributes. Numbers removed, numerals moved. 3: Surge symbols, gemstones, and essences. Divine attributes moved. 4: Made from scratch for clarity and misalignment problems. Colorful order names. Minor moves and resizing. Multiple black options. 5: A few more varieties of black, just with different shades for the white text. 6: Fixed spelling of Pailiah

This is a continuation of a discussion from this thread, as it got too far off the original topic. Source But then there is also this, which implies that he somehow could take them both on himself, at least for a little while. I am having difficulty finding it, but I swear that I read it somewhere. Give me a little while longer, and I may find it. This was back when the idea was that the haze was a representation of Harmony keeping something out, not that it was what he was keeping out. The piece of Ruin was the extra power bringing Harmony out of Balance since Preservation put more of his energy into humanity. Sazed needed a use for that destructive power to keep himself in harmony, so it was a logical idea to use it as defense against incursion. I didn't mean to imply that the piece of Ruin was the bad guy, so I apologize for any misunderstanding. Honor was splintered moderately late into that 4500 year timeframe, if we include the time before the desolations stopped and the 2-2.5 millennia until the Recreance. Also, per Brandon, he "went after Ambition first, but didn’t find Ambition until after going after Devotion and Dominion." Let's continue. Anyone else, feel free to join in.

I wasn't sure where to post this, so I apologize if this is the wrong place. I am re-reading the Emperor's Soul right now and decided to make a Soulstamp: (Spoiler for size) I used soapstone because it seemed similar enough to the way Soulstone is described in the book (and it was easiest to work with ). It's soft and I had a stone that resembled the grey-red coloring of Soulstone. I based the design of the stamp off of the chapter headings in the book and I changed the overall shape (it doesnt have the handle like in the illustration of Shai). Still, I'm happy the way it turned out, hope you guys like it Edit: Reuploaded the images, hope theyre visible now Edit 2: Just came across a passage where Shai directly compares Soulstone to soapstone on page 98 in AU, so it looks like I chose the right stone

In BoM MeLaan states clearly that Kandra cannot reproduce. My question is, while they might not be able to make more Kandra, since that requires spikes which were used to kill people, can they reproduce in the human sense. If MeLaan can imitate Marasi's blood type, and do a host of other unbelievable things to her body such as forming keys out of flesh and bone, can't she make an egg which can be fertilized. Heck, she can make the egg and sperm herself and self-fertilize. If she can imitate human genetics, can't she reproduce like humans as well?

Umm. Did you miss his post not twelve hours ago...?

As I commented in LG30, I don't see the point of a different color for RP. There isn't always a clear boundary between game talk and RP, and I don't like the precedent it sets of encouraging people not to read RP. If you really don't want to, you don't have to. But SE is a roleplay forum as much as for gameplay. It's just as important, and making it a different color makes it seem like it's less important than the game discussion, which is the 'main' part of the game. I don't think that should be the case. We have blue text because we need something specifically to denote what is absolutely, unquestionably true. But RP isn't any less or more truthful than gameplay discussion. What distinguishes it, really?I'm not sure there's a firm line, and I don't see the point in trying to draw one.

This exists, and you can never convince me that the world isn't a better place because of it.

My guess is sergeant pit, during an exchange with kaladin he said that he wouldn´t have thought that people could be reforged. Also that he needed to pretend that he was kaladin in order to lead his squad.

Eh I just think they are the same glyphs, just more artistically rendered in the Double Eye of the Almighty chart, there's a quote somewhere in here that says you can add lines to glyphs without changing their meaning.

Rin joins for one simple reason: Why not? Also he's interested in that treasure of Monte Cristo.

Secret history spoilers ( where can I find spoiler rules?)

Here's a friendly reminder that Chapter One will be ending in a little less than 8 hours. So if you'd like to post more, or want to put in any orders for Honor allocation this turn, you have until this clock runs out for it to count. Furthermore, I will be amending the rules for earning Honor just a little as well. Only two "discussion posts" will be required a Chapter to earn 1 Honor (a discussion post being defined as something regarding the game itself, not the story, whether it be the players or the mechanics, that responds to another player's post or opens up another player to reply back). In the case of RP posts, if your first contains 168 words, for example, and your second contains 73, I will combine the total value for your required 200 words. I wish I could upvote all your RP, but I'm only allowed 16 a day, so I want to let everyone know how happy I am watching this game unfold. I sincerely hope it keeps up, and for those who have been busy so far, that life allows you a little time to participate as well. So with that being said, thank you all very much.

Not 100% sure, but I think the implication is that each Sleepless would appear as a single entity in the cognitive realm. I imagine Arclo as an octopus. (Bear with me.) The main body is "submerged" in the cognitive realm, but he has lots of little tentacles reaching above the surface, into the physical. To us, here on the physical, it looks like each tentacle is an independent creature, because we can't see where they all meet.

Heh. I just clarified a few things I had been wondering about. Don't hold your breaths The last question is, perhaps, the most interesting one. What I really want to get an answer on is a pet theory of mine I asked in a follow-up post. But we'll see if it gets anything (I did dream that he RAFO'd me on it, so there's that...).

Tom Brady

Minutia of publishing, part #572- ARCs are out. My publisher does a lot of blog tour stuff (digital first publisher, which makes sense) so I have pages and pages of 'about me' and interview questions to answer tonight. Exciting, but daunting! Tune in next time, when I (probably) discuss getting reviews!

If you graph the learning curve for a new Surgebinder, would the slope of that graph be... The Knight's Gradient?

You guys so beautiful trying to kill all proven villagers. Bugsy, Rae, Madagascar, Wonko villagers. I'm also scanned Lopen but... you know what happened with him. I know that that's stupid move to reveal myself and I will die from lynch or from night kill but mehh... I just can't stay aside. So you can lynch me if you want to be sure if I saying truth or not. If someone still not understand I'm Seeker. Nyali (I'm not scanned her)

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.

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need. First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind's way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door. Felix woke up in the darkness. What... What was going on? He had a hazy memory of a mob of townspeople, then, in the confusion, a blow to the back of the head. Ugh... Survivor help this rusting town. Felix rolled over. He was in a bed, and outside ash falling... His room in the manor. A small scrap of paper on the table next to him read "We apologize for the inconvenience." Huh. Felix sat there for a few minutes trying to make sense of things. Then he eventually gave up. He needed to know what was going on with the town. He left his room, closing the door carefully behind him, and went down the stairs to meet the townspeople. "I have returned." Okay... So, can I just say that I find this line of reasoning to be unwise and possibly suspect? I mean, I wasn't there when Rae claimed pewter, nor have I dug up that post in the countless pages I was gone. Maybe there's something I am missing here. Actually, there probably is (if so, please disregard the rant below; I will catch up on the last day's events eventually). But seriously? You don't want to waste lynches... I totally get that. But the Dalinar lynch wasn't a waste! Yeah, it was absurdly hard to kill him, but it was still absolutely the right thing to do. If we think someone is an elim, but we think it will take more than one cycle to kill them... That's a terrible reason not to get started. If I knew from the start that Dalinar was an elim but could survive that many attacks... I still would have tried to get him lynched. Rust and ruin people, what else are we going to do in a game but kill someone we think is an elim? We would have had to use up lynches to kill Dalinar somewhere down the line anyway... At the same time. Not necessarily a reason to go after Rae at night. If Rae really is an elim, then the elim lurcher will probably choose to protect them tonight. Better to do it by votes. Actually, more on that. General strategy for village coinshots: kill people who you suspect, but who you do not think everyone suspects. If it is obvious that everyone wants an individual dead, and you attack them... If they are an elim, they will be lurched, and if they are innocent, they won't be lurched. Try not to target anyone who is too obvious. But also don't random kill. Kill someone who you legitimately find suspicious but who is not the most obvious coinshot target out there. Also, one other remark. There is a lot of pewter in this game. Wow. And while I wouldn't be surprised if the elims had one other mistborn and maybe the town had one too, I doubt the elims have all mistborn. As people have already brought up, if all the elims were mistborn, there would be a lot more tin in this game. This implies that you are either a mistborn or roleless. There doesn't seem to be very much motivation to lie about that, either. Anyways, when Ecthelion died he was a confirmed soother, so I'm afraid the theory is invalid. No need for anyone to reveal roles. Actually, maybe this is a perfectly innocent wondering, but the paranoid side of me wonders if this is just bait to get people to reveal their roles.

I mean, I'm not *hiccup* shtupid, I know shpiked can vote for each other. But my inshtinctsh make me feel it'sh likely to be you all the shame. Me catsh have jusht had a nagging feeling about you for a while I guessh. Maybe it'sh the human allergiesh.

"The Imperial Fool" = "The King's Wit" How did I not see this the first time?

Yes, but while Ruin and Preservation being the creators of Scadrial's inhabitants may be part of why there's such a strong connection between their DNA and tapping the Shards' Investiture, that doesn't change the fact that there IS a strong connection. Basically what I mean is, while what you're saying may be true - that could very well just tie into what we're theorizing. It being true doesn't any way preclude what we're theorizing from also being true. After all, the thing about the Shards is they are all sixteen pieces of the same, original whole. They have different Intents, but at their core, they're not at all dissimilar. So I don't see any reason why the way a Shardworld interacts with one Shard's power would be fundamentally different from how it interacts with another Shard's power....once an INITIAL interaction has happened. So when a Shard or pair of Shards make their first initial Investiture in a planet....that sets the tone for how all other Shards to come after them interact with it. As though that first initial Investiture forms a channel or a framework or pattern...that any other Shards Investiture would have to either match or fit through....but any other Shard COULD match their Investiture to, because they are all at their core, fractions of the same power. For instance, we have this WoB: While its open to interpretation, the phrasing of that answer has always left me with the impression that Odium did not Invest in Roshar at the same time as Honor and Cultivation, but rather that his Investiture happened afterward. He did certain things on Roshar to make its inhabitants able to use a magic he fuels. What that suggests to me is that Honor and Cultivation's initial Investiture formed the framework for how Roshar interacts with Shardic power and manifests it, and while odiumspren and voidbinding look and behave differently from honor/cultivationspren and surgebinding because they come from a different Shard, they aren't at their core dissimilar in what they are, how they work. Odium's later Investiture didn't reinvent magic on Roshar or alter it in fundamental ways....it simply added to what was already there, it fit his power into a pre-existing framework. Ruin and Preservation created Scadrial and its inhabitants from scratch, and I can well believe that's the reason their Investiture is so deeply ingrained in both....its literally part of the fundamental bedrock of the planet and the people themselves. But that doesn't mean the Investiture of a later-arriving Shard would result in a completely different interaction between planet and power....it could just as likely mean that through their example, that is how Scadrial interprets Investiture. That's the framework it has in place for Investiture to manifest through, and other Shards can either match it or not....they can't just reinvent how the planet interacts with a Shard's power. So for another Shard to Invest in Scadrial....that's how it has to happen, in a manner so fundamental they make themselves a part of Scadrial on a level equivalent to the precedent Ruin and Preservation set....so much so that a new metal is formed in the very earth itself....and a corresponding DNA blueprint forms in the people who are as much a part of Scadrial as any element Ruin and Preservation created on it.