BeskarKomrk

2017-02-17 Boskone 54 - Boston, MA

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I just updated the OP with the links to the audio files and the Rithmatist Q&A transcript. I'm going to start on the Friday signing line transcription now.

I had a few other questions answered that I'll paraphrase quickly.

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Q: Do the different Listener forms each correspond to a specific spren?

A: Yes

Q: Does dullform correspond to Lifespren?

A: RAFO

 

 

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Q: Denth has the Royal Locks independent from being a Returned, implying he's part of the Idrian royal line (Brandon concurs). Does Shashara also have the Royal Locks in the same way?

A: That is a guess you could make

 

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Q: How long before the events of Warbreaker did Vo Return? The book implies it's a long time. Thousands of years?

A: Not thousands, but it is a long time. Doesn't want to give a hard answer without looking at his master timeline, so sort-of RAFO.

 

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2 hours ago, jofwu said:

I'm not sure how to interpret this. What's the "thing out of Honor"?

The Inkspren get this dislike from Honor? Human variability is a think of Honor?

I interpreted it as the inkspren's tendency being the "thing out of Honor" but he didn't specify. It was just an add-on to the previous sentence. I'm pretty sure that "a thing out of Honor" was his exact wording though. 

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On the ambiguous inkspren wording: My impression when he gave the response was that the inkspren view human variability as not-of-Honor, which is why they don't like it. It is open to other interpretations, though.

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Panel on how Brandon's career got started (audio): https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9fo0ba8ynPxSmNwTW1qV1Y4S2s/view?usp=sharing
Oathbringer reading/Q&A (audio): https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9fo0ba8ynPxLWpJYjQxVlZVRFk/view?usp=sharing
Rithmatist discussion (video): https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9fo0ba8ynPxaFlIWURwaDhHSkU/view?usp=sharing
Sunday signing (audio): https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9fo0ba8ynPxdUZrNGNJUDVwWDQ/view?usp=sharing

Let me know if any of these links don't work. This is all of the video and audio I took at the convention. 

My recording of the signing cuts off at 48 minutes for some reason, but @DAdam got the rest on his phone. Thank goodness for backups. 

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Is there a google doc for transcribing the Signing line yet? If not I can get on it.

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1 hour ago, Khyrindor said:

Is there a google doc for transcribing the Signing line yet? If not I can get on it.

I made one for the Friday signing here.

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2 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

Sweet! Thanks a lot.

No problem, I know you've been waiting for the verbatim.  If someone wouldn't mind creating a google doc for the Sunday signing for me to throw it in after, that would be great!  The harmonium question turned into more of a conversation.  :)

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21 minutes ago, DAdam said:

No problem, I know you've been waiting for the verbatim.  If someone wouldn't mind creating a google doc for the Sunday signing for me to throw it in after, that would be great!  The harmonium question turned into more of a conversation.  :)

Here you go: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o_-OadmbojDGZqFWls2meynCw4qLBWP-syEeSSgSRQ0/edit?usp=sharing

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I updated the OP with links to all the recordings people have posted and the transcription documents we've created so far. I added an additional recording I took of our brief Q&A after the Sunday signing where Brandon was kind enough to wait around an extra 15 minutes while we pestered him. You can find that here: https://www.dropbox.com/s/o9wtqhlj4y2s56b/Brandon Sanderson.m4a?dl=0

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@Ironeyes, I put the transcript of your signing Q&A in the file @BeskarKomrk made (thank you BeskarKomrk).  Maybe you can fill in a couple areas where I couldn't quite make out what you were saying.

I'll keep working a bit at a time on the part of the Sunday signing that Ironeye's recording cut out on.

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18 minutes ago, DAdam said:

@Ironeyes, I put the transcript of your signing Q&A in the file @BeskarKomrk made (thank you BeskarKomrk).  Maybe you can fill in a couple areas where I couldn't quite make out what you were saying.

I'll keep working a bit at a time on the part of the Sunday signing that Ironeye's recording cut out on.

You rock!

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On 2/18/2017 at 0:16 AM, ccstat said:

That was also my first thought, but why would that justify the "portentous" verbal comment? It seemed like he was hinting at something more important. I may have misinterpreted though.

If it is something to do with Jak himself, my best guess would be hemalurgy, since we have WoB that being spiked makes you repulsive to (most) spren. Pits of Eltania suggest that Jak is a Survivorist not a Pathian, so it is unlikely he would use an earring or something similarly "benign" on purpose. Why would Jak getting spiked be a big deal? I'm probably reading way too much into it, but I immediately start guessing at Secret History sorts of implications.

I finally had some time to give more thought to your idea that the spren who would have been interested in Jak may have been killed or estranged during the Recreance.  IIRC there's an in-book comment that some types of spren were hit harder than others, so that makes sense.  But if they're not available or willing to bond with Jak after the Recreance, then I think the portentousness would be that the type(s) of spren in question won't be bonding with anyone on Scadrial, so not all the Orders would be coming back.

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9 minutes ago, Ironeyes said:

You rock!

Thanks! B)  Hope it helps, I haven't had a chance yet to read through the thread that you're discussing it on.

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I've got a few minutes to spare tonight so I'm chipping in on the Rithmatist transcription in another tab.

Edit: I'm including his verbal pauses, but second guessing myself as to whether it's necessary. Is there a set convention already on that topic?

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1 hour ago, DAdam said:

@Ironeyes, I put the transcript of your signing Q&A in the file @BeskarKomrk made (thank you BeskarKomrk).  Maybe you can fill in a couple areas where I couldn't quite make out what you were saying.

I'll keep working a bit at a time on the part of the Sunday signing that Ironeye's recording cut out on.

This transcript is very interesting to me. It sounds like the reaction is basically what we think of as nuclear but with different terminology. 'Nuclear' reactions are basically matter being converted to energy and as a tiny amount of matter us equivalent to a massive amount of energy, it's a big reaction compare to chemical reactions. The other way of course it takes massive amounts of energy to 'make' matter. The ettmetal reaction is analogous to a nuclear reaction (presumably fission more than fusion).

The difference in the Cosmere is that there's a third state, investiture. With fissile material the element has an unstable nucleus. With ettmetal it is the investiture that is unstable. So my question is, if energy:matter=huge:tiny, what is the ratio of investiture:matter? I imagine even bigger but that's pure speculation. And how much investiture does it take to 'create' normal energy or matter? Have we seen any potential examples of the matter/energy/investiture conversion elsewhere?

(And correct me if I'm wrong with anything, I'm not a physicist)

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7 hours ago, Ironeyes said:

Edit: I'm including his verbal pauses, but second guessing myself as to whether it's necessary. Is there a set convention already on that topic?

Generally we skip those unless the pause indicates something like hesitance to answer or consideration of a new thought.

I'm sure someone else can give the transcript an edit, though, so I wouldn't worry too much about the style guide. The hard part is getting the words down.

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So, I started a doc on the House War Q&A one. Currently verbratim, but I might make mistakes. Help is welcome :)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/15PDnz288ga3poZfbvqn2W7I1A348_TL_wsy4UCGWtoo/edit?usp=sharing

(Yes, I should be doing work. Yes, I'm transcribing and you can't stop me.)

 

**edit: well I finished the parts with cosmere tidbits, and left out the general/how to write a book questions. 

Gaps still needs to be filled, though. But most of it is done :D 

Time to go back to buffer calculations. Ugh.

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I transcribed the new Interlude. (in spoiler tag)

Feel free to copy and stick it somewhere more convenient. Would be nice to get another ear on it. It was pretty clear for the most part, but there are a few words I couldn't figure out. And names are tricky. I put a [?] when something eluded me. For names that repeat it's just on the first instance.

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The Yoksta Monastery was ordinarily a very quiet place. Nestled in the forest atop a hill on the western slopes of the Horneater Peaks, the place was a paradise that few even knew existed. The Peaks themselves blocked the brunt of the storms and usually the monastery felt only rain at the passing of a highstorm. Furious rain, yes, and with some thundering. But none of the terrible destruction one knew in most parts of the world. Alista had to remind herself every passing storm how lucky she was to be here. Ardents in the know often fought half their lives to be transferred here. Away from politics, storms[?], and other annoyances, at Yoksta you could just think. Usually.

“Are you looking at these numbers? Are your eyes for some reason disconnected from your brain?!”

“I saw the numbers. But I’m saying we can’t judge yet. Three instances are not enough.”

“Two data points make a coincidence. Three make a sequence. This is plenty. The Everstorm travels at a constant speed, unlike the highstorm.”

“You can’t possibly say that! One of your data points, so highly touted, is from the original passing of the storm, which happened as an uncommon event.”

Alista slammed her book closed and gathered up her materials. She burst from her reading nook and gave a glare to the two Ardents arguing in the hall outside. They were so involved in their shouting match they didn’t even respond to the glare, though it had been one of her best. Once she’d been able to silence this library with a simple word. Now, the entire place had gone insane.

She bustled from the library, entering a long hallway with sides open to the elements outside. Peaceful trees. Quiet brook. Humid air and mossy vines that popped and stretched as they moved, laying out for the evening. Well, yes, a large swath of trees out there had been flattened by the new storm. But that was no reason for everyone to get upset. The rest of the world could worry. Here, she was just supposed to be able to read.

She started to set her things out at a reading desk here near an open window. The humidity wasn’t good for books, but places where the storms were weak went hand in hand with fecundity. You just had to accept that. Hopefully those new fabrials to draw water from the air would—

“—telling you we have to move!” A voice echoed through the hallway. “Look, the storm is going to ravage these woods. Before long this slope will be barren and the storm will be hitting us full force. The building wasn’t built to withstand that kind of punishment!”

“But the new storm doesn’t have that strong a wind factor, Bedam[?]. It’s not going to blow down the trees. Have you looked at the measurements?”

“I’ve disputed those measurements.”

“But—“

Alista rubbed her temples. Her head was bald like the head of the other Ardents. Her parents still joked that she’d joined the Ardentia simply because she hated bothering with her hair. She tried earplugs, but could hear the arguing through them. So eventually she picked up her things again, and went storming through the monastery.

Maybe the basement. Using a sphere for light, she took the long steps down to the lower level. It wasn’t truly a basement—just another building constructed further down the slopes. The steps were even outside, down a forested slope. The inaccuracy of calling it a basement bothered her, but the term had been used for as long as anyone could remember.

Before arriving at the monastery, she’d had illusions about what it would be like to live among scholars. No bickering. No politicking. Well, she hadn’t found that to be true, but generally people did leave her alone. And so she was lucky to be here. She told herself that again as she entered the basement building. It was basically a zoo.

Dozens of people gathering information from spanreeds, talking to one another, buzzing about talk of this highprince or that king. She stopped in the doorway, took it all in for a moment, then turned on her heel and stalked back out. Now what?

She started up the steps toward the monastery proper, but lingered halfway there. It’s probably the only route to peace, she thought, looking out at the forest. Trying not to think about the dirt, the cremlings, and the fact that something might drip in her head, she strode off into the forest.

She didn’t want to go too far, as who knew what might be out there. She eventually chose a stump without too much moss on it, and settled down, book across her lap, her other materials tucked into her satchel. She could still hear Ardents arguing down below, but they were distant. She opened her book, intent on finally getting something done today. She read.

Wimma[?] sprung away from Brightlord Sterling[?]’s forward advances, tucking her safehand to her breast and lowering her gaze from his comely locks. Such affection as to delight the unsavory mind could surely not satisfy her for an extended period, as though his intentions had at one time been fanciful delights to entertain her leisurely hours, they now seemed to manifest as utter impudence and greatest faults of character.

“What?” Alista exclaimed, reading. “No, you silly girl! He’s finally pronounced his affection for you! Don’t you dare turn away now!”

How could she accept this wanton justification of her once single-minded desires? Should she not instead select the more prudent choice, as advocated by the undeviating will of her uncle. Brightlord Vatam[?] had an endowment of land upon the Highprince’s grace, and would have means to provide far beyond the satisfactions available to a simple officer, no matter how well regarded or what whims had graced his temperament, features, and gentle touch.

Alista gasped. “Brightlord Vatam?! You little whore! Have you forgotten about how he locked away your father?”

“Wimma,” Brightlord Sterling intoned, “it seems I have gravely misjudged your attentions. In this I find myself deposited deep within an embarrassment of folly. I shall be away to the Shattered Plains, and you shall not again suffer the torment of my presence.”

He bowed then, a true gentlemen’s bow, possessing of all the true refinement and deference[?]. It was a supplication beyond what even a monarch could demand, and in it Wimma ascertained the true nature of Brightlord Sterling’s regard. Simple, yet passionate. Respectful indeed. And a move that lent great context to his earlier advance, which now appeared all at once a righteous deviation in otherwise sure armor. A window of full nobility, rather than a model of avarice. As he lifted the door’s latch to forever make his exodus from her life, Wimma surged with unrivaled shame and longing, twisting together not unlike two threads winding in a loom to construct a grand tapestry of desire.

“Wait!” Wimma cried, “Dear Sterling, wait upon my words!”

“Storms right!” Alista muttered. She leaned closer to the book, flipping the page.

Decorum seemed a vain thing to her now, lost upon the sea that was her need to feel Sterling’s touch. She rushed to him, and upon his arm pressed her ensleeved hand, which then she lifted to caress his sturdy jaw.

It was warm out here in the forest. Practically sweltering. Alista put her hand to her lips, reading with wide eyes. Trembling.

Would that the window through that statuesque armor could still be located, and a similar wound within herself might be found to press against his own and offer passage deep within her soul. If only—

“Alista?” a voice asked.

Yip!” she said, bolting upright, snapping the book closed, spinning toward the sound. “Oh, um, Ardent Gurv[?].”

The young Siln Ardent was a tall gangly and obnoxiously loud man at times. Except, apparently, when sneaking up on colleagues in the forest. He really should feel ashamed for that.

“What is it you were studying?” he asked.

“Important works,” Alista said. Then sat on the book. “Nothing to mind yourself with. What is it you want?”

“Uh…” He looked down at her satchel. “You were the last one to check out the transcriptions from Bedthel[?]’s collection on the Dawnchant? The old version? I just wanted to check your progress.”

Dawnchant, right. They’d been working on that before the storm came and everyone got distracted. Old Navani Kholin in Alethkar had somehow come up with a key for translations. Her story about visions was nonsense most likely—the Kholin family was known for opaque politics. But the key was authentic, letting them slowly work through what the old text had once said.

She started digging through her satchel. She came up with three musty codices and a sheaf of paper, the latter being the work she’d done so far. Annoyingly, he settled down on the ground beside her stump, taking the papers as she offered them. He laid his satchel across his lap and began reading.

“Incredible!” he said a few moments later. “You’ve made way more progress than I have.”

“Everyone else is too busy worrying about that storm.”

“Well, it is threatening to wipe out civilization as we know it.”

“An overreaction. Everyone always overreacts to every little gust of wind.”

“That’s easy for us to say, tucked away in the mountains like this.” He flipped through her pages. “What’s this section? Why take so much care about the origins of the pieces found? Fokuson[?] concluded that these books had all spread from a central location, and so there’s nothing to learn by where they ended up.”

“Fokuson was a bootlicker, not a scholar,” Alista said. “Look, there’s easy proof that the same writing system was once used all across Roshar. I have references to Makabakam, Sela Tales, Alethela. Not just the diaspora of text, but real evidence they wrote naturally in the Dawnchant.”

“Do you suppose they all spoke the same language?”

“Hardly. But Jasnah Kholin’s Relics[?] doesn’t claim that everyone spoke the same language. Only that they wrote it. It’s foolish to assume that everyone used the same language across hundreds of years and dozens of nations. It makes more sense that there was a codified written language, a language of early scholarship just like you’d find in many underscripts written in Alethi now even if the scribe was originally Veden.”

“Ah!” he said, “And then a Desolation hits...”

Alista nodded, showing him a page later in her sheaf of notes. “This in-between weird language is where people started using the Dawnchant script to phonetically transcribe their language. It didn’t work so well.” She flipped two more pages. “After the next Desolation we have the proto-Vorin alphabet emerging and Thaylen a century later. We’ve always wondered what happened to the Dawnchant. Well it seems clear now they lost the knowledge of writing in the Dawnchant because by the days of the Recreance it had already become a dead language for millennia. It was easy to forget because they weren’t speaking it, as they hadn’t been in generations.”

“Brilliant!” Gurv said. He wasn’t so bad, actually, for a Siln. “All of this,” he said, “because of a madman’s ravings.” He pulled a sheaf of his own paper out from his satchel. “We’ve been translating what we can. We’re getting close to really cracking this thing, I think. If what you’ve been doing here is correct, that’s because Khovat[?] isn’t true Dawnchant but a phonetic transcription from another ancient language.”

He glanced aside, then cocked his head. Was he looking at her…? Oh, no it was just the book, which she was still sitting on.

An Accountability of Virtue,” he grunted. “Good book!”

“You’ve read it?”

“I have a fondness for Alethi epics,” he said absently, flipping through her pages. “She really should have picked Vatam though—Sterling was a flatterer in a cage.”

“Sterling is a noble and upright officer!” She narrowed her eyes. “And you are just trying to get a rise out of me, Ardent Gurv.”

“Maybe.” He flipped through her pages, studying a diagram she had made of various Dawnchant grammars. “I have a copy of the sequel.”

“There’s a sequel?!”

“About her sister.”

“The mousey one?”

“She is elevated to courtly attention, and has to choose between a strapping naval officer, a Thaylen banker, and the king’s Wit.”

Three men?”

“Sequels always have to be bigger,” he said, then offered her the stack of pages back. “I’ll lend it to you.”

“For what?”

“For help in translating a particularly stubborn section of Dawnchant. I have a patron of mine who has a strict deadline upon its delivery.”

I thought about updating the Prologue, as it has apparently been revised. But the changes weren't particularly drastic, and I've lost the inspiration for now. :)

Edit: updated with input from @DAdam

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4 hours ago, acatnamedkaren said:

So, I started a doc on the House War Q&A one.

Time to go back to buffer calculations. Ugh.

Good work! I filled in the gaps and made some corrections, so this just needs a quick editing pass to be done.

EDIT: I've started a google doc for the Sunday post-signing Q&A here.

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@jofwu, I'll check my own recording tonight or tomorrow night if others haven't already filled in the unclear parts of the interlude.  My phone was on the table right next to his water bottle, so it should be pretty clear.

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Is it just me, or has Brandon been talking about the matter/energy/investiture relationship a lot recently? Makes me wonder if he wrote some explanation or application of it into Oathbringer, and it's just on his mind all the time now.

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@jofwu Thanks for the transcript!

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Is it possible that Gurv is supposed to be Shin?  Love the dig at sequels needing to be bigger.  And that the Ardent is reading a romance novel.  Made me laugh.

 

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8 minutes ago, Stark said:

 

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Is it possible that Gurv is supposed to be Shin?  Love the dig at sequels needing to be bigger.  And that the Ardent is reading a romance novel.  Made me laugh.

 

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Nope, at one point he says Shin and then corrects himself.

I feel pretty good about "Siln". They're in Jah Keved, right? Look on the map of Roshar at southeastern Jah Keved and you'll see a city called "Silnasen". I'm betting that's what it refers to.

 

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1 hour ago, ccstat said:

EDIT: I've started a google doc for the Sunday post-signing Q&A here.

The rough transcript is done, needs a bit of editing and polish

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