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CAR SALESMAN: *slaps Nightblood* *vanishes*

CAR SALESMAN: Let me tell you, this is one quality... *slaps Adonalsium* *Adonalsium shatters* CS: Ummm.... We're having a sixteen for the price of one sale.

CAR SALES-VIN: *slaps top of car, flaring duralumin + pewter* "This bad boy can--" *car explodes*

In the beginning there was nothing. Darkness. Emptiness. A void. From that void sprung Adonalsium, creator, the first and the last, God. With his power, Adonalsium created the known Universe. He formed the planets, sun, moon and stars. He created the land and sea, the plants and animals that lived in them. Most importantly he created humans in his own image. But in every tale, myth, legend and story, greed, fear, and lust entered the hearts of men. Sixteen men and women conspired together and killed God. They divided Adonalsium’s power between themselves. These manifestations of power were called Shards, holding a specific attribute of the God they murdered. Unbenounced to the Sixteen Shards, two additional people ascended to godhood, almost by accident, these individual were the Shards Voidus and Narration. Narration travelled to a far corner of the universe, who would soon be joined by Voidus. Voidus traveled abroad, using modified Hemalurgy to spike the first splinters of Shards. In total he succeeded in spiking splinters of Cultivation, Preservation, Dominion, Devotion, Autonomy, Ambition, and Ingenuity. Voidus stumbled upon the solar system, the Alleyverse, created by Narration. Voidus bargained with Narration-though in reality Voidus did not need to-and spiked the only habitable planet, AlleyOne, with the spikes collected. Narration in turn received the promise of retaining his Shard. Voidus placed them into the center of AlleyOne. Though what occured, not even Voidus himself expected. The Spike of Cultivation, melded with the rest of the spikes. Together the grew into one single massive spike that would later become what the inhabitants of AlleyOne call the WorldSpike. Its power, corrupted or enlightened the minds of every living thing. This is how Voidus created a world dependant on Hemalurgy for survival. Thus is the creation of the of the Alleyverse and its people.

Participants: The Deep Serpent (@I think I am here.) VS The Devourer (@Voidus) KAIJU FIGHT!!!! ___________________________________________________________________________________ It waited beneath the sands, moving through the earth, consuming that which lay before it. It moved suddenly to the other place, the place with the black sky and the ocean that wasn't an ocean. Beads of glass replaced the dirt, rock and sand that it had been consuming, but it ate the spheres no less rapidly than it did the sands. Burrowing through the sea with the same determination. The spheres flared to life inside it when they were eaten, granting fresh vigour, life, energy. It slammed into something solid, stopping its progress through the sea. It felt along the surface of the barrier, feeling for perhaps the millionth time the walls of its prison. The walls extended in both planes that it lived in, shutting it off from any means of getting out, and they had proven impossible to destroy with force. It was rare that the Devourer even tested the walls these days, but this time it was thankful it did. It felt something different about the wall, a weakening that was rapidly growing. The wall began to give under the pressure of its claws, began to tear as it bit into it with its mandibles. Finally the wall shattered entirely, releasing it from the small cube of ocean that it could normally feed on, and out into the wider ocean. The limitless source of food for it to consume. It moved back to the other place of sand and earth, finding itself similarly unconstrained there. The walls were gone. It moved through the earth, consuming new earth at last. A few small, burrowing creatures were consumed as well. Gone before they knew it was coming. It pulled at some of its sand, raising itself up on a few ribbons, it breached into open air. A small, wooden thing lay in front of it, bulbous at the base it branched out into many branches. The Devourer reached out with one of its claws, delicately pulling the Boab tree from the ground before ramming it into its mouth. A small treat, not filling enough for its tastes. It could range far now, devour more. Devour everything. To the west it saw a large blue surface, the ocean of this plane. It wondered if devouring that would give it energy the same way the ocean of the other place did. It wondered if that hated creature was still in the oceans of this place. The Devourer hoped that it was, so that it too could be devoured.

How do you come up with the perfect and most logical answers to the weird nonsensical questions asked to you here?

If there were ever a kid, it would need a therapist on all three plains of existence

I was introduced to Brandon Sanderson a little over 2 years ago by some friends. Since then I have read all published Stormlight, Mistborn, Elantris, Reckoners, and Alcatraz books. I recently found this forum and am excited to be joining the community. I am starting to run out (though not quite out) of Sanderson books left to read. Are there other authors that you would recommend?

Stand firm. Stand still. Make the creator proud. Wally the Wall meditated. It felt good to relax. I am a wall. Being a wall can be stressful. There's so much pressure that comes with this job. Wally tried one of the cognitive training exercises Willy the Wallpaper had taught him. Stand firm. Stand still. Let go of the- Wally was interrupted by a People screaming, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! BIG NUKE! DEATH! FLEE!" He seems stressed. He should try being a wall. I am a wall. The People, no, there was only one, Persun, collapsed on the ground. I guess it's up to me to stop this nuclear strike. Watch out world, THIS COULD GET AWESOME. Nearby, the Persun began to dance. There was a lot of flailing of the arms and loud singing involved. That nuke won't know what hit him. Time to move out. Now. Moving. Gooooo. The wall didn't move. AAAAAHHHHH! I'm going so fast! So. Dizzy. I need a break. Sorry world, I don't think I'm up to this. The wall didn't move. Wow. That was quite the adventure. Someday, they'll hail me as a hero. For I have been useful. Woot.

I don't think so. The Alethi are very Vorin, yes, but Vorinism has nothing for or against homosexuality. You're trying to apply "our" notion of conservative to a different culture. Vorinism isn't concerned with whether the people in a relationship are male or female, only that they make oaths and abide by them. Their particular notion of male and female attire and roles also doesn't have commentary on intimate relations, only on public behavior and appropriate abilities.

“Calm down! She didn’t know anything about you other than what I told her. She made an assumption, albeit an incorrect one. You are my friend.” The tear vanished and their heart popped back together. Sunshine glowed around them, heart warmed by the touching words. They barely heard him mutter something, though his reaction indicated he was exasperated. “Either way, the first thing to do is start driving around.” Kokichi wondered if they realized how easy it would be for them to take out the guy if they got into range. Like, all they’d really need was a bad yo mama joke and he might as well just drop dead from the insult. Literally. They didn’t remind/inform Liam of this fact. A full on adventure sounded fun, after all. Fetch quest time? Fetch quest time. As they drove out down the street, Kokichi spotted a girl on the side. Her blond hair was a total disaster, and she looked exhausted. She stuck out her thumb in a “please help me” gesture. The girl should’ve been boring, but something was standing out. She was more than just another refugee, but Kokichi couldn’t quite put their finger on what that was. “Stop the car,” Kokichi said and the van slid to the side of the road before Liam could respond. A dramatic dust cloud rose up, concealing them as they stepped out of the car. Despite their actually rather small stature, they towered over her as they offered their had. They were the picture of a bold adventurer, as roses framed their face, nonexistent wind blew their purple hair back, and a golden glow illuminated them. “Hi! Who are you?”

Planning thread for era 2 planning

So Sigzil and Kaladin have a discussion about Drehys sexuality. To me the roles felt oddly reversed. I woul expect the azish to allow various froms of marriage as long as the proper forms have been submitted. The Alethi on the other hand... Their entire culture depends alot on gender specific roles. Homosexual couples would have it hard in vorin culture. I mean to guys would be illiterate and two women couldn't trade or defend themselves. Maybe it isn't that different for darkeyes but the lighteyes need marriage to fullfill their roles. I just think it would have made more sense if Kaladin had been the uncomfortable one with Sigzil not understanding what the fuzz is about. I just wanted to know if anybody else thought that was weird

Im new to the forum, I really love Brandon Sanderson, I have read first two books of storm archives, the rithmathist, the 2 mistborn trilogys, the reckoners trilogy, and warbreaker, and recently got elantris which Im reading right now

*only has 1 pair of sneakers* *sneakers are blue*

High Prelan Tevidian was an Aluminum Gnat. This is my new headcanon.

Brandon Sanderson and J.R.R.Tolkien are in an arena. They're dueling, Pokemon style, but using characters from their books instead of animated creatures. They don't stop until someone has all of their characters defeated. Every. Single. One. Who would win?

The Deep lay at the bottom of the ocean, where it had been for a long time. Trapped, imprisoned so far down even its gargantuan movements didn't have much effect on the surface world, now just a distant memory in The Deep's instinctual, predatorial mind. Not much came within the confines of these walls, not much lived here anyway. The Deep made by with what it had. But still, it served its masters. It was loyal. It was good-behaved. Even if it hadn't been used in upwards of about 10,000 years. This prison was confining. The Deep didn't even bother swimming around in it, for it knew that it would eventually just lead to a wall, one that would cover all of the realms, so that there would be no way for it to escape, not even with its unique ability of phasing through the realms. Zipping back and forth between the unimaginably deep ocean it rested in to the vast expanse of the Cognitive underground, it travelled between both before phasing into the Spiritual Realm. Time and space didn't matter here, but still The Deep was blocked. Still. Something changed. It didn't make a sound, nor was it seen, but sensed, for the next moment, the snake wasn't blocked. Zipping back to the Cognitive to the Physical and vice versa The Deep couldn't sense it's boundaries any longer. It was... what was the word? Free? It seemed like a foreign concept as The Deep swirled, and then launched itself upwards, moving faster than a steel compounder through its waters, but still taking a while before it shot out of the surface, the light blinding. Free. The Deep snarled, opening its jaws and letting loose its fangs. It lay, almost 1000 feet in height, it's serpentine body snaking out of the waters. The scariest thing? Most of it was still underwater. Looking around, The Deep tried to take in most of its surroundings. Tilting its head, it- Oh, it thought, spotting that, that thing in the distance, on the sand. It's you. They met eyes for a moment, each knowing exactly what they thought of each other. And charged.

That disclaimer needs a disclaimer, I cant just be laughing this loud at work, not before 9am...

Or do they? *Car salesman moves to slap Kelsier* *Kelsier catches hand* You determine what follows, just to give an example. Alternatively, they are all hemalurgists and have granted themselves enhanced physical capabilities, such as speed.

I don't see in what way it's implied that sex is bad. Vin and Elend do it. Siri and Susebron. Dalinar and Navani. It's just presented in a way that, especially in the case of Vin and Elend, if a reader wants to believe that they "waited for marriage" they can (or with Dalinar and Navani, they actually did, cause Dalinar is crazy). He's not explicit about it. Everything is implied. And frankly I'm more than okay with that. Too many books toss in sex just to have it there as another box checked on some list of what's "appealing." If I wanted to read that I'd be reading a different kind of book.

IInterlude 1, WoR My understanding is they are able to use the stormlight to facilitate plant growth.

It is a time-honoured tradition that when one reaches their 1000th post they make it special. So, I killed off my Alleyverse RP character. Or did I? *ninja emoji* This AMA is my 1001st post. That's almost the same, isn't it? But enough about that. Let's get the ball rolling. ASK. ME. ANYTHING!* I will answer with a reciprocal level of seriousness. *I am not qualified to give medical advice. Or comment on anything related to the operation of heavy machinery. So if you're using this AMA to learn how to use a crane to do open heart surgery, you're out of luck. Follow any advice I give you at your own risk. I can not guarantee that information provided in this thread is accurate or free from bias. Always ask an adult to help you with your experiments. Never run with scissors, regardless and irregardless of what I tell you to do. I am not responsible for any loss of life, limb, lungs, legs, or lumberjacks that occurs as a result of reading this post. You must be 18 years or older to understand references to 2010 pop culture. Know your limit, play within it. Buy low, sell high. No, I do not want a cookie, but thanks for offering. This sentence is just filler. To fully enjoy this thread, it is recommended that you get zozzled and stand on your head. The person who recommended that didn't want to give their name out of fear of being sued for damages. Always read and follow the label. Labels or cool. It's a bed with a ladder. Yeah.

On Roshar, the people believe seeing the future is evil. The few instances we've seen of foresight are associated with Odium. At a recent signing, Brandon said this: I find the bolded part where he trails off to be amazingly fascinating. Given the rest of the conversation, I propose that seeing the future is dangerous because of the following possibilities: 1. It draws the attention of the Shard (or its agents as explained below) that is powering the foresight. 2. It is heavily influenced by the intent or motives of the Shard that's powering it. 3. It's an ability granted by the Shard on purpose in order to manipulate events toward a future that the Shard (or its agents) desires. 4. It aligns you to the intent or motives of the Shard. This can be short-term (see atium below) or long-term. Repeated uses may cause a more lasting efect. 5. There's also the always-present conundrum of trying to change the future after you've seen it. Without context, you have no idea if changing your actions will cause that future or if not changing your actions will cause that future. The true answer could be any of the above, none of the above, or some combination of the options I've given. In order to evaluate possibilities, I've discussed the instances we've seen of people seeing the future, either as a summary, or as specific text, or links. Atium: We know how atium fuels Allomancy. It lets you see a few moments into the future. It also increases your mental and physical capabilities in order to take advantage of that knowledge. Sazed speculates in one of the HoA epigraphs that This appears to correlate to possibility 4--That seeing the future via atium temporarily aligned a person toward Ruin, the essence of entropy toward destruction. It might also explain why, after using atium as a metal mind and burning it for so long, TLR had such Ruinous impulses--mass slaughters, willingness to let the nobility destroy each other, etc, etc. After a thousand years of compounding atium, it's likely that he was very Connected to Ruin. It might also tie into possibility 3, assuming the possibility of Ruin wanting Rashek to become such a despot that he's overthrown just as the Well is about to fill, opening the way for Vin to take and release the power. Endowment: Endowment appears to be able to see some of the future, and sometimes her Splinters, the Returned, can pick up on this as well. We see this in Warbreaker, when Lightsong has his dreams and visions of T'Telir burning. She appears to send her Returned back in order to do a specific task (or set of tasks) based on what she sees, giving rise to possibility 3. Endowment apparently wanted the Hallandren and Idrians to persist, and sent back some of her Returned to help prevent the coming destruction. She probably has multiple contingency plans for if one of them dies before his or her task is accomplished. Wyrn: In the Elantris Annotations Brandon says: And Given that the Seons are Splinters of Devotion, (Love) and the Skaze are Splinters of Dominion, it seems like the Skaze are manipulating Wyrn in order to achieve their goals (Goals hinted at in the new epilogue in the 10th Anniversary Edition of Elantris) , tying back to possibility 3. Devotion and Dominion are both splintered, but the Skaze may retain enough of Dominion's intent to want to have complete dominion over the world (or maybe re-assemble Dominion?). And we come to the Stormlight Archive! We have more examples of foresight in SA than we have in any other book. There are three primary examples of it: Moelach: On the bridge between life and death, Moelach grants visions of the future, that the person utters in a cryptic and strange way, a phenomenon coined as Death Rattle. We don't really understand much about how this works, but the Death Rattles have been startlingly accurate, if incredibly obscure, so far. However. Moelach is a Splinter of Odium (along with the other Unmade). The Death Rattles we've seen so far all seem to be related either to the conflict between Odium and most of Roshar, or related to the people that are in that struggle. I have no absolute proof of this, but it's not a wild assumption (imo) to think that Odium, via Moelach, is using the Death Rattles to affect people's behavior. I realize this is putting conclusion before evidence, but I feel that it's a credible conclusion. Moelach is one of the mindless Unmade, as far as we know, so he's unlikely to have motives of his own. As a Splinter of Odium, Odium must have created him for a reason. We know Odium has a pretty good grasp of possible futures. Creating an Unmade to give people glimpses of the future (in a rather morbid way) to get them serving his purposes isn't beyond the realm of possibility. Renarin: We know very little about how Renarin's abilities work, and what types of things he can see, or how they will affect events. We know that his spren, Glys, is a Truthwatcher spren corrupted by Sja-Anat, another Splinter of Odium, and that Glys is likely what grants Renarin the ability to see the future. Renarin has seen Jasnah killing him. This would end him as a Radiant and as a Kholin. I confess, I am unsure what purpose his death would serve in Odium's cause. However, Renarin also saw Dalinar turning into Odium's champion. This would obviously be quite a desirable outcome for Odium. Given that Renarin has done a few things in order to try and warn about or prevent the things he sees, did he, consciously, or subconsciously, take actions that helped to bring that set of events into reality? We don't know yet what effects this might have, so I'm unsure which of the above categories this could fit into. The Diagram: Taravangian believes that he wrong the Diagram out of pure human capability and insight, rather than foresight. However, according to this WoB: As we know, in the Spiritual Realm, all times and places are essentially one. Seeing into the future in all other instances has been seeing into the Spiritual Realm. If Taravangian was closer to the Spiritual Realm than the Cognitive Realm, then he's likely incorporating at least some parts of what he sees in the Spiritual Realm into the Diagram. What we've seen him do so far has seemed to align him toward Odium's desires and motives. However, he was granted this ability by Cultivation, who is at odds with Odium. There was a lively discussion in this thread about the Diagram being a plant (pun intended) put in place by Cultivation. That T's actions, although they seem at odds with Dalinar+co, actually are meant to help them; and that T himself is unaware of this. As you can tell, I subscribe to this theory myself. This would fit in with possibilities 2, 3 and 4 above. Cultivation seems very crafty and careful, playing the long game with Dalinar, with Lift, and probably with T. And finally, we have Hoid. He has an ability to know where he needs to be at any given time. We don't really know most of his motives, so there's no way to determine what "where he needs to be" means, exactly. We're also very unsure as to how he knows to be in those places. We do know he uses something similar to Chromium Feruchemy in order to tap Fortune, but possibly isn't Feruchemy itself. We don't know what Shard he draws on, what intent that Shard might have, or if it's even a Shard at all. If someone can manage to tap directly into the Spiritual Realm without intervention from a Shard, it seems like Hoid would be the one. I'm also sure he's self-aware enough to know when/if he's being manipulated by whatever power he's using. So in short, I have no conclusions to draw about Hoid's abilities, other than a reiteration of his own speech to Shallan: There's always the risk, in seeing the future, of bringing about the exact consequence you want to prevent. That might be the simple answer to this entire question. Won't my face be red if it is! So, there is my long winded theory about the dangers of seeing the future. Please feel free to add to it or rip it to pieces, and thanks for reading!

Keep in mind that this is all speculation. Below are some relevant WoB's which I will dive into later 1. Questioner [PENDING REVIEW] The Ghostbloods. Are they Kelsier's new crew? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] Oh, good question. Do I wanna answer this or not? I'm gonna RAFO this one. Yeah, we're gonna RAFO this one. Billy Todd [PENDING REVIEW] Have there been interactions between Kelsier and the Ghostbloods? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] I will RAFO that. 2. ccstat If Kelsier (when Vin knew him) were to join one of the Rosharan secret societies, which one would he choose? Brandon Sanderson He would become part of the Ghostbloods, most likely, and would be in charge of them within a year. source source 3. Questioner [PENDING REVIEW] Yes, or no. With all of the cosmere books that have been put out, do we have enough information to deduce the Ghostbloods' motives? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] Ummm... *laugher* I would say yes, but it's not like you are a fool if you haven't gotten it. Robert Jordan once answered a question like this saying, "Well, the answer should be intuitively obvious to the casual observer." Which I never thought was fair. Like, no, it was not. Szeth, some people guessed it. And some people will guess this. A lot of the foreshadowing in my books, it's this weird thing where, when you do proper foreshadowing, and then people have three years between books, they're gonna figure some things out. Which presents a really interesting challenge to me as a writer, because, like, there are big things that get revealed in Oathbringer, that people who have been steeped in the world for the last seven years... they kinda knew this would happen. We get the beta readers, and they're like, "So? Doesn't everyone know that?" But at the same time, the casual reader, beta readers were like "Holy cow! This is a huge revelation!" And books need to work both for the person who has been really steeped in it, and the person who's reading along that maybe doesn't want to go get all the spoilers from all the fan guessing. So it is this weird balancing act that, as a writer, you have to perform, particularly with the longer books in the longer series, where you want to make sure they're engaging to the hardcore fan, but not overwhelming to the person who maybe hasn't reread the books since the last one came out. And I don't know that I have that balance figured out, but it is something I think about a lot... source Kelsier's motivations post Secret History: After his interactions with Khriss and Nazh in Secret History, Kelsier realises just how little he really knows. Kelsier would see this ignorance as a weakness he must overcome, as to rise to the top he must acquire knowledge. Kelsier's conversation with Spook at the end of Secret History illustrate his quest to pursue knowledge of the cosmere. “Now, don’t be like that,” Kelsier said. “Our work is important. Vital. We’re going to unravel the mysteries of the universe. The cosmere, as it is called.” “It’s a big, big place out there, kid,” Kelsier said. “Bigger than I ever knew. Ignorance almost lost us everything. I’m not going to let that happen again.” He tapped at Spook’s ear. “While dead, I had an opportunity. My mind expanded, and I learned some things. My focus wasn’t on these spikes; I think I could have worked it all out, if it had been. I still learned enough to be dangerous, and the two of us are going to figure the rest out.” If there is one thing we know about Kelsier, it is that he compulsively meddles. He would not be content to swear an oath of non-interference like the 17th shard members. We know from a WoB that the 17th shard and ghostbloods do not work together. Furthermore, Iyatil has South Scadrian ancestry and was a former member of the 17th shard. It is plausible that she converted to the ghostbloods after a little persuasion from the god figure of her ancestors. So the 17th shard does not fit Kelsier, leaving the ghostbloods as the only known worldhopper organisation with a similar agenda. We know that Kelsier always feels the need to operate a crew. This is a constant between pre-Final Empire and post-Final Empire Kelsier, as shown when he treats Preservation/Fuzz as a crew member after determining his goal was to stop ruin and also at the end of Secret History when he recruits Spook. It is highly probable, then, that Kelsier post-Secret History has founded a new crew which is the ghostbloods. So what exactly are the ghostbloods up to? First of all, a minor piece of evidence linking the ghostbloods to Kelsier is the name of the organisation. Ghost= cognitive shadow, Blood= hemallurgy Now, as shown above, Kelsier appears to be on a quest to gather cosmere knowledge. In Mraize's basement we see artifacts from many worlds, including a knife from Threnody (possibly the knife which Nazh gave to Kelsier in Secret History), a vial of white sand, a dye flower from Nalthis (tears of Edgli), possibly Royal Idrian locks and in a later scene we see Mraize with an aviar. This shows that the ghostbloods are collecting investiture related artifacts from numerous shardworlds. The collection of these artifacts would tie into Kelsier's pursuit of cosmeric knowledge. Here's where things get a little crazy. I believe that Sja Anat has known Shallan since she was a child and is responsible for her forming a nahel bond so early in life before everything fell apart. 4. Questioner [PENDING REVIEW] Was Shallan's family, during her childhood, being influenced by an Unmade? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] Um, yes. Questioner [PENDING REVIEW] Was it <the corrupt...>? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] I'll RAFO that, but yes, there is some external influence there. source 5. Questioner [PENDING REVIEW] Why don't you have to say the words if you're just bonding a Cryptic? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] Every Order's First Oath is the same. Then the Second Oaths for the Cryptics go into truths, but everybody says the First Oath the same regardless of Order. Which should raise the question of... Questioner [PENDING REVIEW] Did [Shallan] say it when she was a teeny-weeny, like in the cradle? Brandon Sanderson [PENDING REVIEW] That should raise a question. She wasn't teeny-weeny, but it should raise a question there. source This would tie in with the ghostbloods interest in Sja Anat, as she may be able to grant them nahel bonds in a similar fashion. This would add to their investiture collection. I see the situation as being similar to Hoid collecting investiture from different sources, though the end goals likely differ drastically. 6. Questioner How would - just really generally - the Ghostbloods react if they found or met Hoid? Brandon Sanderson (laughs) They... Some people among them know of him. Questioner So they know he's around. Brandon Sanderson Some of them do, not everybody. But they are aware of his existence. At least in lore, they don't always... Not all of them have connected the King's Wit to this person's lore, does that make sense? So what would they know? They'd probably want to get him and interrogate him. They would want to know what he knows, but he is really slippery and it's hard to get out of him what he knows. source Conclusion: There is a realistic possibility that Kelsier has at least had involvement with the ghostbloods. This could potentially set up conflict between Hoid and Kelsier as they would have similar pursuits and really don't get along very well. We know that Secret History was in the works from as early as 2006 so Brandon clearly felt like he had not finished telling Kelsier's story. Maybe Shallan will finally meet the mysterious Thaidakar with heavily scarred arms.

Y'know, I used to find the car salesman memes not all that funny, but these Cosmere ones you guys have been posting are gold.

ODIUM: *slaps Honor* "This bad boy can-- *Honor splinters* ODIUM: "Heh. Nice."

With the broom as a crutch and a cane, Riley made slow progress. Soon, he came to the perimeter fence of the refinery, which he melted through. It was only chain link, and rather weak. It slowed him down, however. Trudging through the suburbs of Olympia Polaris was like a daze. Ever since Calamity, since the feds, the Albertan Government had shut down Sherwood Park, he had never set foot outside. Oh, how he had craved to, and now it had finally happened. It didn’t make it feel any more real. The land was flat, and everywhere he looked were neat residences and streetside retailers, like his home town. Unlike Sherwood Park though, these houses were sparsely populated. Most sat desolate and unkept, with weedy yards and dilapidated roofs. The scars of looters marked many, even the ones that bore hints of residents. Few vehicles roamed the streets, but now and then a heavily-tinted van would rush by. He walked for about an hour, crossing streets and cutting through yards. He had no destination. His armpit was sore from the blunt broom end, and his feet and legs were aching. Beads of sweat shone on his forehead. Weary, he settled down on the curb and laid the broom beside him. Sparks, Riley thought. All alone in my “land of promise” and with a sparking bloody leg! He pounded a fist on his knee and winced from the pain. Sparking leg. He glanced around the vacant—no, not quite vacant street. There was a woman across the way, her back turned. She had quite an interesting clothing style: starkly white and black outfit, hair tied in a bun, the whole of it reminded Riley of the “geeky” girls in school. The ones who took that bookworm aesthetic and ran with it. Maybe he would have noticed something off about her if he had noticed the nearly imperceptible shifting of the blinds on the house the woman was in front of, the anxious eyes glancing through the crack, disappearing just as quickly as they appeared. Maybe if he had noticed that she was unusually alone on this street, out where she might fall prey to more unsavory types. If he had noticed the confident way she stood, maybe he would have been warier. But Riley didn’t notice any of those things. Suddenly, she spun around, so rapidly her wide round glasses nearly slipped off her nose. “Sparks!” She exclaimed, causing Riley to start. She seemed more startled than angry that he was there. Struggling to regain her composure, she took a step closer. “Who are you and why are you right sparking there?!” Riley was taken aback by the outburst, leaving both of them a bit flustered. Instinctively, he reached forward and placed his palm on the dark asphalt, drawing the heat from it. He hesitated in that bent position for a second, then pushed up, acting as if he was just trying to stand. The heat pulsing in him, the pain in his leg made his eyes slightly wild. He cracked a smile as he regarded the woman—or young woman, after seeing her face—and spoke. “Call me Riley, if you like. I’m here because I just walked a long sparking way and decided to take a rest. Why are you here? And don’t be rude, introduce yourself.”

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Valwyn, esteemed member of the Terris Synod and the most successful and lucrative rug merchant in the land, was most happy with the recent upturn in business. Of all the Spiked, he was the one who had truly settled into the aura of Tathingdwen, with his wares being peddled throughout the city, and his position as an influential, capitalistic aristocrat firmly entrenched. Most especially pleased was he when Marne had called the Synod into the safehouse with the rough wooden flooring, by his own suggestion. A full purse indeed made for a light heart, and Valwyn’s heart was especially light as he strolled down the quiet alleyways of Tathingdwen. His disguise was complete—there was little reason to suspect him, and with a hand on the lever of the Terris economy, and a hand on its political lever—the Synod—he would ensure the victory of the Lord Ruler. As he walked towards his shop, a voice sounded behind him, a fell whisper carried by the night air. “Rug merchant,” came the sibilant hiss. Valwyn whirled around, scanning for the source of the rasping voice. “Did you ask for me?” he said, still looking for the intruder. He did not know who would dare disturb a Synod member on their nighttime walk, but the voice did not seem to harbour good intentions, and he would need to face his stalker. He turned, peering into the murky blackness of the night sky, seeing nothing. The whisper came again, its origin obscured by the shadows facing him. “Rug merchant...” the whisper still came. Valwyn shuddered. “Face me directly!” he challenged, then immediately felt foolish. Of course the man would not face him directly. He was a nighttime killer as well, and a good killer never let their victim respond. He tensed, then tapped Pewter, his adrenaline fueling his enhanced bulk. Stepping forward, he began to prowl in the general direction of the voice, issuing from near his shop. “Rug merchant,” a vehement and insisting voice sounded from beside him, malice dripping from every syllable. Startled, Valwyn whirled, but he could not stop the keen steel blade, wielded by a pink-gloved man, from swinging out of the unnatural shadow and taking off his head. It rolled, coming to a stop beside the door. A man with badly dyed pink leather gloves, from which a black steam rose and blended with the silver mist, stepped into the harsh glare of the streetlight surrounding him. His form radiated pure hatred, and his eyes were consumed by it. Slowly, the man removed his hood, bending down and plucking the object from underneath the forearm of Valwyn. He had known it, and this was mere confirmation. Working on the same Synod did not make one an ally. Grinning with the face of one whose beliefs have been vindicated, a thin Pewter spike was raised slowly into the air, its black silhouette blocking the street lamp. “You can never trust a rug merchant,” Darrel hissed one last time, as his form faded back into the mists and smoke. Izzy Dedyet knew that her fellow Synod members disapproved of her faith in the Gods of Luck and Chance. Though they never condemned her belief for fear of alienating a Full Feruchemist, Izzy’s colleagues had always pointedly ignored any suggestions that involved leaving matters up to chance. Worse, they had banned the sale of animal crackers after that one time a failed sacrifice had caused the fire to consume their meeting place. After weeks of waiting, the merchant from the Western dominance had finally arrived, bringing with him a full crate of animal crackers. A brief use of steel had been sufficient for Izzy to rush out to meet the merchant, then return without anyone noticing her absence. As night fell, Izzy consulted her book. She was planning to kill a Spiked tonight, and intended to call upon the Gods of Luck and Chance to ensure that she made the right decision. Shockingly, the book provided no tips on determining whether a Terris was secretly a servant of the Lord Ruler. It did, however, provide a ritual designed to help its user complete a personal quest. Izzy decided that the utter annihilation of the spiked counted as a worthy mission. Carefully, Izzy took five boxes of crackers out of the crate. Horse, dog, mistwraith, koloss, and skaa. Izzy frowned at that last one, but the book was very specific. A horse guaranteed speed, that Izzy would be able to kill her target before anyone else did. The dog to ensure that her victim would lack loyalty to the Synod. The mistwraith, both a symbol of fear and, along with Mistborn, the unquestioned rulers of the night. The koloss sacrifice would allow her to smash through any defense, though few but another full Feruchemist should be able to challenge her. Finally, the skaa, representing the insignificance of her life in comparison to the good of Tathingdwen. One by one, Izzy placed the five boxes of animal crackers strategically around the ritual pyre. The ritual was complete, and Izzy sat back to hope her hard work would pay off. The Gods of Luck and Chance were subtle, never directly interfering in the lives of mortals, choosing instead to manipulate events beyond the reach of sapient thought. Nevertheless, as the fire began to expand and consume the animal crackers, Izzy remembered that Snip had died for making a quilt that, judging by the poor ferrings innocence, had been intended to frame the man. Yet, there was another shop in Tathingdwen that performed embroidery. Why commission a quilt to frame an innocent without acquiring a rug for the same purpose? Perhaps because the rug maker was evil. It was worth checking out, at any rate. Tapping speed, Izzy made her way to Valwyn’s shop. Izzy arrived at the Pulling the Rug just in time to see a pink gloved man pull a spike out of Valwyn’s corpse. So the Gods of Luck and Chance had been right, after all. While she was here, she supposed she should search the store for any clues, or perhaps Valwyn’s fellow traitors. Tapping pewter, she walked up to the door and ripped it out of its hinges. It was dark inside the Pulling the Rug, but the darkness was no match for tin-enhanced senses. Izzy strode confidently through the empty store, pausing when she heard a noise from the back of the shop. The stone door opened easily, revealing a wooden room with only a large circular stone block for furnishing. The room contained a solitary individual, though only their head and shoulders stuck out from the hole in the floor. Izzy recognized them at once, but didn’t have time to say anything before the figure grinned, set the room alight with a torch they had been holding in their right hand, then disappeared down the hole. Izzy tapped speed again in an attempt to catch up to the Spiked, but she was too slow. The spiked dragged the stone block back over the hole and disappeared underground. Tapping pewter in an attempt to move the block proved ineffective, as the block fit so smoothly there was no place for her to get a grip. She checked the way she’d come in, only to find it similarly shut. By now, the flames had consumed most of the room. The only safe place now was the stone trapdoor, so Izzy stood on it, jumped in the air, and tapped every last bit of weight stored in her ironminds. The floor collapsed underneath her, revealing the extensive cavern the Spiked had evidently excavated underneath Tathingdwen. After a brief moment of surprise, she began to fill her ironminds to cushion her fall, but she still landed far more heavily than a coinshot would have. As she attempted to regain her balance, a blade pierced her from behind. Izzy gasped inaudibly and tapped gold, but the wound failed to close around the oddly colored sword. The next blow took off her head. Alvron was slain by the Spiked! He was a Village Full Feruchemist, and a member of the Synod! Thanks to Devotary for his death scene. Araris Valerian was killed! He was a Spiked Pewter Ferring and Filthy Rug Merchant, and was a member of the Synod! Day 3 has begun! It will end in seventy-two hours, on Sunday the 19th of August, at 9 PM EDT. Player List: 1. Rathmaskal as Laksam, an ash sweeper from the Eastern streets 2. Xinoehp512 as Ereheman Tresni, a man with his priorities backwards 3. Steeldancer as Steel, the fastest sculpture of a squid wrought entirely in steel in all of Tathingdwen 4. Randuir as Zihel, a worldhopper looking for his twin brother 5. I think I am here as Itiah VI, a missionary on a mission Village Steel Ferring 6. Bort as Tee Mai, a tailor specialising in offensive clothing 7. Cadmium Compounder as Ethin Hallil, a cadmium Feruchemist and SCUBA diver 8. _Stick_ as Stick, President of the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology 9. Jondesu as Remart, a man back from vacation armed with vaguely ominous statements 10. Kidpen as HanTor, a lonely Kandra that’s definitely not Spiked, nope 11. Elandera as Era, an old woman who claims to have been alive before the reign of the Lord Ruler Village Pewter Ferring 12. Snipexe as Snip, a fabric cutter in the local quilt shop Village Iron Ferring 13. Worldhopper from Yolen as Tarin, a Sparker with a wonderful, awful idea 14. Alvron as Izzy Dedyet, who is not dead, feels happy, and thinks she'll go for a walk Village Full Feruchemist 15. Phatterner as Citona Vinid, a seemingly faithful follower of the Lord Ruler 16. Ark1002 as Kardik, a Full Feruchemist 17. Araris Valerian as Valwyn, an honest rug merchant Spiked Pewter Ferring; Rug Merchant 18. Coop772 as Irion, a Full Feruchemist with hidden potential Village Copper Ferring 19. Sart, a stuttering Nameless Also, by the way, @Devotary of Spontaneity needs to post something so everyone can upvote her for all the work she’s put in to this game. She’s been a tremendous help with writeups and sending out PMs and logging actions for the entire game. If she doesn’t post anything soon, please indiscriminately upvote her recent posts.

M? C? A? Meekers (if they count as non-sentient). I love their name. When I check in the morning there'll be about seven or eight, then over the course of the day I'll get fifteen to thirty more, depending how active the Homeless are. I have been advised by my lawyer not to answer that question. HOW DARE YOU?! I AM ODIUM. Yes. Don't wear the blue sneakers tomorrow. The moon gets sold to Ferring Corp. He's good, but he's often controlled by an evil god. Free, if you use a five finger discount. Nightblood would help with that. July 4th, 1862. Pretty good. Three of our cities made the top ten list of the Most Livable Cities in the world. But I don't live in any of them, so it's more of a patriotic victory for me. I'd rather know. I'm curious like that.

If there's ever a dog war, I'll lock my door and board up the windows. I could take one or two of them, but if they came at me in packs I'd be toast. So I'd hide in the basement to weather the storm. I usually use a 2 or 3. It's just the right temperature for sauteing or gently heating stuff.

This may have already been stated and I missed the thread, but I had a thought about the possible origin of the Sibling. I don't have a lot of textual evidence, but I will do my best. To simplify in the most criminal way: Spren are the cognitive manifestation of something people think about or experience. The Stormfather is the "memory men create" of the Almighty. So what is as big a thing in the mind of humans as god? Themselves What if the Sibling is, rather than the shadow of a god, the sibling of humanity, the cognitive manifestation of their thoughts about themselves, mankind, civilization as a whole? When Uritheru was occupied by a significant fraction of humanity and they had a common concept of what being human meant it was powerful and sane. But as the kingdoms and cultures formed the idea that brought it about became weaker and less coherent. Humans weren't trying to harm it, but they would be, in effect, ripping it apart into lesser spren manifestations of each group. Its current state may be the result of that wounding, or something it did to protect itself. The current state of humanity on Roshar is still very fractured, but as people start to come together again the idea of a unified humanity could also gain traction. As Dalinar continues to "unite instead of divide" and "bring men together" the very state necessary for this pan-human Spren to grow strong again could reoccur allowing it to return.

I think it's saying don't rely on these visions to heavily to tell you what the RIGHT thing to do is. It can be a GUIDELINE but that's ALL it is. THAT is something I can believe in.

Hello everyone! Sorry for my bad English in advance! I found out about Brandon Sanderson around 3 years ago (don't remember the exact date) because I was looking for epic fantasy books after reading everything of ASOIAF and stumbled into a reddit post about Stormlight Archive and how does it compare to other epics of the same genre (the post was about KKC and ASOIAF I believe). I saw a comment there stating that (for the person) the climax of WoR is the best climax EVER seen in a fantasy series. I don't remember the exact phrasing, of course, but something along the lines. I was very intrigued by it and started reading about the series (SA) and found out real soon there's a bigger universe - the Cosmere. I immediately bought The Final Empire on Kindle because I found out on reddit that it's a good starting point. I DEVOURED TFE but I REALLY REALLY wanted to read SA and I went ahead and bought that (WoK) as a birthday gift for myself (January 26th 2016). It arrived in early February and, once again I devoured the book. Then I ordered WoR (should've done it before finishing WoK, silly me) and while waiting for it I found out on Reddit that it would be cool to read Warbreaker before SA, and I did just that, because I was waiting for my order to arrive. I DO NOT REGRET READING WB BEFORE WOR ONE BIT. It's amazing. I can't imagine NOT having read it for the end of WoR. So, during the wait for OB I thought I should go deeper. I finished all of Mistborn there was at the time, got the Arcanum Unbounded and read almost everything there. After reading reviews about OB, saying that it's even better than WoR, I could'nt believe it. How can 1000000000/10 can be surpassed? Well, it was better for me too. I can't say I don't love stuff going on on Scadrial, I really dig it! But even now, seeing quotes from any of the 3 SA books makes my insides feel funny (the goosebumpy and happy feelin-gy kinda funny) and I can state that SA is my favorite fictional story ever. I didn't want to get into Elantris for a long time, hearing that there's a bunch of politics and stuff like that, but now I've ordered it a week and a half back from Book Depository and even though it says it should arrive in 4-8 days, I'm not getting it yet. I hope I get it by the end of the week and I can finish my last stories left (some in the Arcanum Unbounded, supposed to be read AFTER Elantris, don't remember the names of the Novels) in the Cosmere and I can start re-reading ant noticing the small details, so I decided finally to come here to see what you guys think about this Cosmere thingy that I love SO MUCH!

Don't worry. Your english is really good. And you aren't the only non-native speaker around. It will be fine.

I think he's actually just using 'they' as the gender neutral reference to another person (because either the Sibling has no gender or just because Brandon wants to keep the gender secret). I can't rule it out but that's my take on that line.

Megan Pierce stumbled along the side of the road, pulling a stray twig from her hair. She combed her fingers through the tangle that had started, struggling to restore her blonde hair to its normal state. After a minute she gave up, it hadn't been a good day for keeping up appearances, even if she fixed one tangle there were probably 20 more she hadn't seen. Walking along the side of the road for 12 hours straight was not a good way to keep your hair in order. The car she'd been using had broken down a day ago and the lack of traffic along the road had meant no hitchhiking opportunities had arisen. And that meant walking. Far too much walking. Though from the looks of things she'd be in the city soon. But 'soon' was relative, it'd still be another hour of walking at least, probably more. "Olympia Polaris." She said as she trudged, lifting her head to look at the city. "Dumb name. Wonder who thought of it?" Hopefully the ones who ran this place were better than the ones who'd run the Dalles and she could get a shower and a bed without too much of a struggle. And after that, she could start searching. She wasn't sure if Allison would be here or in another city, Calgary maybe. But it seemed that a number of other refugees from Oregon had headed in this direction so it might be a good place to start at least. A low sound from behind startled her out of her reverie, a red van chugged its way up the road, heading along the same road she was. Nervously, she stuck out a hand and lifted her thumb. She hoped they wouldn't try anything. Handsy guys were the worst. Impact's vision finally began to clear again, eddies in the smoke around her becoming slightly more visible. But it was still just vague shapes, not anything she could see clearly. If that Slontze damaged my retina then I'm going to rip his eyes out and set them on fire. See how he likes it. Still, she managed to keep the calm, arrogant expression of a High Epic. Convinced that nothing that any lower creature could do would bring any harm to it. A loud crack burst through the air, a short distance away and off to one side. She barely even felt the bullet as it ricocheted off, just a slight push of her clothes against her skin. Her smile became slightly more natural when she noticed. An Epic who needed a gun to do their killing was barely worth calling an Epic at all. She turned slowly towards the source, she wasn't sure if it was the smoke that made it hard for her to see the figure that shot her or if her vision was still too impaired but she didn't catch sight of anything that looked like a person. As she turned a wave of dizziness came over her, slightly disorienting her motion. Sparks. The medication? No I haven't even taken any today, haven't needed it in a while. She shook her head to try and clear it, but even her muscles felt sluggish, straining to move.

Film Theory and Game Theory

About sixteen. Threnody. The rules are clear, and easy to understand. I am. He pays me to be, so he can fulfill his quota of scaring people. Hoid. He'd outsmart distract them while I run away. Stick. Stick would out-stick their sticks. Smote. Gandalf! He's got a cool hat. Percy Jackson. I loved the Riordan books growing up, the adventures of Percy were fun to read about. All Tien did was [redacted because spoilers] to motivate his brother. Booooooring. I'm pretty confident that I'm immortal, so sure, I'd take a few pieces. Indeed. From the cool invisible mime making machine I have in my kitchen. I turned it on accidentally one day, thinking it was the toaster. I haven't figured out how to turn it off yet. Incorrect. Two fully developed characters. I've made lots of NPCs too. A handful of them lasted for more than a single post. Nope. *Googles it* Ugh, that is an intense shade of green. Mostly. Lemons? Yes! We're having triplets. Well, she's having them. I'll just sit on the sidelines and watch. Myself. I'd probably jump off of the roof of my barn. And no, it wouldn't haunt me. I'd be dead. Oh, GT for sure. Definitely the superior choice. FTs are old news, GTs are the newest fad. Everyone is doing it. JOIN ME. I have no idea what either of those are.

*Car Salesmen* slaps Kelsier. "This bad boy can make so many religions about himself while simultaneously saving entire civilizations."

A full day had passed and the village was no closer to finding the Spiked. The death of an innocent Synod member had made them cautious; with few ferrings willing to commit and stick to their decisions. After an initial flurry against Zihel was quelled by his appearance, the villagers instead decided to go after the quieter inhabitants. Even if their chosen target was innocent, at least they could avoid a repeat of the previous day’s fiasco. They would not have to face the shame of ripping into the flesh of a man who had strenuously declared his innocence until his last breath. Instead, they went after Snip, a ferring who worked all day in the local embroidery shop. The rumors began to spread again. Perhaps the Spiked among them weren’t pierced with massive pieces of metal like the Inquisitors were. Smaller spikes would help the infiltrators escape detection; smaller spikes like the quilting needles present in abundance at Snip’s place of employment. With no particular leads, a few of the braver ferrings walked over to Reap What You Sew and found Snip finishing up a quilt depicting Irion’s bloody demise. Despite his protestations that he was doing it for an anonymous client, Snip was dragged to the village center, the quilt in tow. Marne and the Synod had gathered up the village by this time, and the accused was led up to a stage, well away from any potential mobs. “We don’t want any preemptive violence this time,” Marne announced. “Snip will be thoroughly checked for spikes, and he is not to be harmed unless any are found. We cannot afford to continue killing our own.” From the midst of the crowd, a lone voice shouted out, “Be sure you search every last part of him. For all we know, he could be tainted by a sewing needle hidden under his metalminds.” “Rest assured,” Marne intoned, “if Snip is spiked we will find out.” He turned to the hapless prisoner and began removing his metalminds. They were iron, he noted, largely in the form of rings, with the large bracers being the obvious exception. Tapping sight, Marne began to examine Snip’s exposed flesh. He frowned as he examined Snip’s earrings. He reached out and grabbed one. Yes, that was indeed made of iron. While Marne didn’t know how the details of how spikes worked, he recognised the earring as a metalmind. “Oh!” said Snip, panicking as he realized what Marne was holding. “That’s not a spike, I just like to keep some of my metalminds attached to me. Wearing iron rings on my fingers makes it hard to sew sometimes. You know how it is.” Instead of responding, Marne ripped out the pair of earrings, then turned to the rest of the Synod. “Do any of you know whether pieces of metal this small could be enough to turn him evil?” Leidene nodded. “I have done some rudimentary study of the Inquisitors, and I have found no reason they couldn’t use an earring as a spike.” Still on the stage, Snip paled and started to run, obviously filling iron to make him light on his feet. The attempt was doomed to failure. A brief burst of steel enhanced speed allowed Marne to catch him, and pewter sufficed to pick him up and drag him back to the stage when Snip tapped iron. The villagers was murmuring now. Surely, only the guilty would run. Even as Marne resumed his attempt to methodically find and remove every last metalmind, the crowd surged towards the stage, intent on performing the same actions in a decidedly quicker, and bloodier, way. They found no spikes except for the ones in the man’s tote bag, but by the time the mob dispersed Snipexe had been pierced more times than an Inquisitor. Olaf resented the Terris congregation. He resented the veiled looks of malice almost every man shot at him as he walked through the streets. He resented the mumbled words and hushed conversations as he passed by, with or without Marne. And he resented that he had nobody but himself to blame for it all. Sighing heavily and hefting Snip’s quilt, letting the fabric pass through his spindly fingers, Olaf contemplated how he might help the Terris, and more accurately Marne, stop the insanity that was running through the congregations. The public trials, reminiscent of witch-hunts, and the constant paranoia would reveal them to the Lord Ruler, regardless of whether or not the Spiked escaped Tathingdwen. Them. Olaf realised he had come to include himself in that “them.” Perhaps it was the work of Marne, who Olaf saw an upstanding and good man in, much like he viewed in Hadrian so long ago. Perhaps it was his lingering guilt, left over from before and tinged with the bitter remembrance, or lack thereof, of his brief time as a Spiked. Or maybe it was the feel of a group that actually had the best interests of its members at its heart. Not his circle of book-hoarders, which had endeavoured to protect a dead age with the vigour and persistence of a sect with lost importance, caring not for the members it used to achieve such a purpose; nor the Luthadel nobility, a careless and cannibalising lot that would rather kill themselves than the evils roaming in their midst. But these Terris seemed to genuinely fear for the destruction of their Synod, and want to protect each one from the tyrannical grasp of the Lord Ruler, even if that protection made him resent the distrust he received. That is what would make Olaf follow Marne in keeping this group alive. The slain man, Snip, was quite ordinary, from what Olaf had been able to find out from the Synod helpers he had been assigned. He had laboured in the quilt shop for most of his life, and had several pieces to his name, even though he was ostensibly just a fabric cutter. Turning over the half-finished quilt, Olaf was surprised at the level of detail the man had achieved with only a day to work. The blood was vivid, the sun was outlined in a garish red, and only Irion’s condemners were missing from the portrait of his death. Looking at it for a minute, Olaf took a sewing needle, turning it over in his hands. His helpers began to fidget, and he sighed again. “I’m not going to stick myself with this and kill all of you. Now, will one of you tell me how this thing works?” He held up the thimble and the grey thread, which dangled off the half-finished outline of a townsperson. One of his helpers stepped forward, a man with pink leather gloves. An odd choice, but at least the man would help. “I can!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands excitedly. “Here, poke this part through the hole there, and pull it back up. Oops—that ripped it a bit. No big deal, just keep doing that until you have a rhythm, and keep going until you’ve made the outline.” The other helper frowned. “Darrel, I’m...not sure that’s how that works.” Darrel grinned. “Well, at least the man will be sewing plenty of chaos! Plus, I’m sure he’ll get it after a few hundred attempts. Here, man, you should actually wear that thimble.” Olaf accepted the advice with gratitude—his forefinger was already bleeding slightly from the sewing motion. Olaf sighed again. The Synod was on the verge of extinction, and he was spending his time in a quilting shop, finishing a masterpiece with skills he had just learned, aside two helpers who chatted more than assisted him. Yet Olaf felt that what he was doing had fundamental importance. Finishing this quilt was a way, maybe the only way, to make the others realise what they were doing, and for he himself to see the full extent of the situation before him. Only then could he help Marne to stop the violence spreading like poison through the Synod. Snipexe was lynched! He was a Village Iron Ferring (Skimmer)! Thanks again to Devotary for doing his death scene. Please shower her with upvotes. Night 2 has begun! It will end in about 24 hours at 9 PM EDT on Thursday, August 16. [url=https://www.pending.me.uk][/url] Player List: 1. Rathmaskal as Laksam, an ash sweeper from the Eastern streets 2. Xinoehp512 as Ereheman Tresni, a man with his priorities backwards 3. Steeldancer as Steel, the fastest sculpture of a squid wrought entirely in steel in all of Tathingdwen 4. Randuir as Zihel, a worldhopper looking for his twin brother 5. I think I am here as Itiah VI, a missionary on a mission Village Steel Ferring 6. Bort as Tee Mai, a tailor specialising in offensive clothing 7. Cadmium Compounder as Ethin Hallil, a cadmium Feruchemist and SCUBA diver 8. _Stick_ as Stick, President of the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology 9. Jondesu as Remart, a man back from vacation armed with vaguely ominous statements 10. Kidpen as HanTor, a lonely Kandra that’s definitely not Spiked, nope 11. Elandera as Era, an old woman who claims to have been alive before the reign of the Lord Ruler Village Pewter Ferring 12. Snipexe as Snip, a fabric cutter in the local quilt shop Village Iron Ferring 13. Worldhopper from Yolen as Tarin, a Sparker with a wonderful, awful idea 14. Alvron as Izzy Dedyet, who is not dead, feels happy, and thinks she'll go for a walk 15. Phatterner as Citona Vinid, a seemingly faithful follower of the Lord Ruler 16. Ark1002 as Kardik, a Full Feruchemist 17. Araris Valerian as Valwyn, an honest rug merchant 18. Coop772 as Irion, a Full Feruchemist with hidden potential Village Copper Ferring 19. Sart, a stuttering Nameless

*salutes* Beware the fan. Archer, if the answer is yes and you have watched, FT or GT?

I can agree with this. Despite the explanation Sanderson gives, the Alethi seem way too conservative to be so accepting of homosexuality. I actually didn't like this discussion because I would have preferred more nuance. A variety of reactions to Drehy and different levels of tolerance. Instead everyone in bridge 4 seemed to have a hive mind and react the exact same way. I feel like if there had been more nuance it would have been more realistic. Kaladin for instance seemed to view Drehy slightly differently than the rest of bridge 4. I assume everyone in bridge 4 has very different life experiences and that would inform their reaction to homosexuality.

I essentially live in a constant state of having theories proposed and shot down. That's part of the fun. To paraphrase Thomas Edison: "I have not failed in understanding the Cosmere. I have simply discovered ten thousand ways not to understand the Cosmere."

Depends on what you call atheism. Believing in beings of exceptional power that, sure she believes in that. Believing in an all powerful, all knowing creator who deserves to be worshipped? I doubt it. As Hoid says... I think it's a fair distinction to make. As an atheist myself, if the Shards were real and existed in our world, they wouldn't invalidate my view. Extreme power is not what "God" means to me personally.

*Car Salesman* Slaps top of Brandon Sanderson This bad boy can fit so many chekov's gun in his books.

For killing a Shardbearer who was attacking his commanding officer and had just slaughtered his men? Someone who he had no idea who they were, let alone that he'd ever know anyone who knew them personally? I can see an apology for the lie in the chasms. For hiding what he'd done, even if it was a habit. But an apology for the act? I disagree.