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I'm a fan from Taiwan and I've got this clue for a long time (over a year) When Brandon came to Taipei last spring, I asked him the Vessel name of Cultivation and I got the reply like this: Q: Please tell me the name of holder of Cultivation A: Hoid calls her SLAMMER... but that's not her real name As we've known that Tanavast had used some way to prevent Odium from escaping Greater Roshar (solar system), mentioned in the Letter in WoR Would it be possible that Cultivation inherit, or engage in the captivation plan to seal Odium? Ps: yeah the Roshar at the bottom is my own recreation XD

Long Game 22, Day 3: The Mother's Last Embrace Douza stalked the village at night, his huge hammer slung over his shoulder as he roamed the shadows and the outskirts of the town. He didn't really know what he was looking for, or why he was out meandering about in such dangerous times, with such dark and deadly undercurrents attempting to tear the town he knew and loved apart. But he also knew that he couldn't sit idly by and wait for something to happen because that just wasn't in his nature. He peeked again at the huge steel hammer he was carrying about, as a stray beam of moonlight fell upon the intricately carved hammerhead, reflecting a silvery flash of light. Funny, he thought to himself, I don't even remember where or when I picked this hammer up. It was as if one day he just woke up and it was sitting there in the corner of his house. Most remarkably, he didn't even think of it as odd, and in fact, he remembered it feeling right somehow, as if it had always belonged there. Foolish fancies, of course. That giant hammer stood for everything he was against. Sure, a hammer wasn't strictly a tool for violence, and some could argue it could be used to create and help, somehow, but he just couldn't convince himself that that was the case with his hammer. It's hefty weight, solid frame, and the familiarity he felt when swinging it, he knew deep down that there was only one purpose for this hammer. Years as a village Wisdom -- practiced in secret, of course -- had taught him that sometimes there was no use putting it off. When a limb was too festered and rotted, when the infection would spread and threaten the host, sometimes you just had to remove the limb entirely. Before the corruption could spread and consume the whole body. That was how he looked at it, so despite the years of medical training and practicing the art of saving lives, Douza found himself walking about Drell's Crossing after hours, trying to find the storm that his senses told him was brewing. Most people always thought that Wisdoms only specialized in herbs and healing people, discounting their claims of reading the wind, being more in-tuned with the weather. Douza knew better. That was one of the reasons he had pursued such an unusual -- and often ridiculed -- career as the town's Wisdom. Everybody always maintained that only women could be healers, that only women were compassionate and smart enough to protect people from death. Men were just too brutish, slow and stubborn. No way they could heal. I guess they're not too far off on that one, he thought wryly, glancing back up at his hammer, suppressing a sigh. Douza didn't know why his weather senses told him that there was an impossibly huge and fierce storm raging right on top of him right now, when the sky was clear, and the large shiny moon was reflecting along the riverbank on a perfectly cool, breezy night. It just didn't make sense. He shook his head one last time, pausing at the riverfront, reflecting on his reflection. A healer at heart, a warrior in appearance. He knew his inner-turmoil would end up tearing him apart before too long. A man couldn't push himself to both extremes, keeping at odds with himself and his true nature. No matter how right the hammer felt, it's comfortable weight resting on his shoulder. NO! He told himself, rejecting the even heavier burden that was weighing him down. There just wasn't something right with what was going on. As a healer, he should've seen the festering wounds that had buried deeply into the heart of Drell's Crossing. Ever since the death of poor old Mayor Twim, something had become wrong. The darkfriends and everything else was proof enough of that. Bloody ashes! He cursed at himself for not seeing it sooner. As a healer and a Wisdom, he should've known better. Should've known that it would take special work and intricate care to help reknit the community and love that had once help the village together. And that was the work of a healer. With a resolute decision, he hefted the hammer up, rejecting the weight and darkness it had held over his heart, knowing it to be the symbol of what had been holding him back. And with a heavy heave, with as much strength as he could muster, he tossed the hammer into the river, turning his back on that path. Embracing his new purpose. He started to stroll back towards the village, feeling renewed and invigorated for the first time in what seemed weeks. So determined was he, that he never even heard the wolves slip in silently behind him. Stalking and shadowing him, waiting for the moment to strike. Douza never made it back to Drell's Crossing. His healing touch never felt again. *** Keland stood behind the bar, polishing the same glass for much longer than was necessary, or expected out of a bored innkeeper trying to find menial tasks to fill the night. The night had died off early, with guests and patrons alike all retiring to bed earlier than Keland would have preferred. Idle time meant idle thoughts, and thoughts like that were ones that Keland couldn't afford right now. He found himself humming an old, somber song under their breath, trying to remember where he had heard the tune and lyrics before, for surely he would have remembered hearing something as ominous as, "Trust is the color of death". He snorted at the irony, or really, the lack of it. Trust had certainly been in short supply lately, especially here at The Golden Dagger. It had seemed like the only reason people seemed to gather around anymore was to look at each other all askew, waiting for the slightest provocation or insult to go off on each other with. Why, Keland himself had found himself in more than a handful of heated arguments himself lately. As if the innkeeper couldn't be trusted! It was simply bad for business. Settling down in this quiet, reserved town had definitely been a change of pace from what Keland was used to, and the Creator must have had some sense of humor to find an old warder -- bones weary and mind full of wonderful adventures -- settling down in a town like this. Drell's Crossing had a way of making the past melt away, leaving them nothing but foggy memories, seeming like they happened to somebody else, in some different life. Things are different now, though, he told himself, keeping a wary eye for anything wrong or out of place. A lifetime of protecting the person on the other end of his bond had prepared him for moments like these, when a single missed detail could cost the life of many people, or even his own. Keland had always prided himself in seeing things that other people normally didn't, finding connections and subtle nuances that helped paint a bigger picture of what was really going on. And Keland knew that there was still something he was missing. That all of this just didn't feel right. It was as if a shadow had been permanently cast over the town since the old mayor's death. He could feel a pressure growing, slowly drawing the town tighter and tighter until something would snap. Keland intended to be long gone before that tension broke, or that bloody storm the town Wisdom had kept worrying about that had never come. Keland looked up out the window to the clear, cloudless sky, remarking on the haunting beauty of the moon. The howling chorus of wolves breaking the silence in the night broke him out of his trance, making him shake his head and wonder how much time he had wasted just staring at the sky. He shook his head again, laughing at himself. Some bloody good warder you are. There was a sudden noise from behind him, coming from the back storage room where he kept the extra supplies and barrels of ale. Senses suddenly sharp and alert, the years of training slid back over him, making the years disappear from his body as he found himself already halfway to the backroom in three long strides, counting on the element of surprise to catch the intruder off guard as he kicked the door open off it's hinges, crashing into the room roaring like a pack of bloody black-veiled aiel. Somebody yelled out and Keland had grabbed at their wrists, getting ready to pivot all of their weight into a hiptoss, bringing them down to the ground and disarming them at the same time. Another quick yelp and a muffled curse stopped him short of that. "Bloody fish guts!" Witless finally managed, eyes wide with alarm. "What did you do that for? They way you burst in here I would've thought a pack of hellhounds were hot on your tail!" Keland sighed. Witless had always been one to exaggerate. Then again, he wasn't the one who had busted in on his half brother like a crazed maniac. "Light, I'm sorry, I just didn't want to sleep in the stables tonight." Witless cried out, raising his hands up defensively. Keland sighed, apologizing and telling them it was fine. In fact, he wouldn't mind having the company tonight. He had always had a soft spot for his half brother, even if they did like to run around the town telling people how he had aiel blood in him, and was destined to become mayor one day. Poor,witless fool. Feeling a bit foolish himself, Keland apologized again before leaving Witless to his own devices, going back out into the common room. In the few minutes he had spent in there, the fire in the hearth seemed to have died out a little bit as the shadows were being cast a little bit further now, and the room was considerably cooler now. Keland could even feel a slight draft. He paused, frowning at the front door to the inn, which was cracked open and allowing the draft in. Funny, he thought, I coulda swore I locked that up already.... He cautiously walked toward the door, telling himself it wasn't just paranoia. He got there, peeking his head out the door and looking left and right.....seeing absolutely nothing. Nobody stirred, even the wind seemed to have died down, leaving a calm, quiet night. Hopefully quiet that wouldn't be distu-- A slight creaking of the floorboard was all the warning Keland had, as he tossed himself to the side, barely feeling the knife pass through the skin along his side as he could tell he barely avoided a lethal stab at the last second. He landed in a rolling somersault, but landed on the side that had just been stabbed, as the blow took the breath out of him and made his knees buckle at the last second, sending him sprawling. That's what you get for getting old and complacent, he told himself as he tried to get back up, to face his assailant on his feet. He would at least look the coward in the eye when he died. And maybe take them out with him, if the light was willing. "The Great Lord sends their regards, and soon, you shall be joined in the grave by the rest of these miserable fools" The darkfriend gloated, face hidden in the shadows, their voice a low growl. Their hands snapped out, and Keland knew there was no dodging it, so he tried to charge instead. The first dagger punched into his shoulder, the force of the throw like a weighted punch, pushing him back and down to one knee. He didn't even feel the second dagger as it took him in the chest. They took their time, slowly walking over, keeping a wary eye on him, waiting for him to spring up again one last time. They knew not to take a warder lightly. Keland spit blood at them. "Light curse you!" He panted, his breathing starting to get heavier, as he spit up more blood. He could feel it filling his lungs. He had seen more than enough people die from the same injuries in his life. "I'll not give you the satisfaction of begging or groveling," Keland said, offering his last form of defiance. "Don't worry, the only satisfaction I seek is that of your death." And with that, the darkfriend jumped forward and slashed quickly, the dagger a shining blur as he felt the hot sting of it draw across his neck, and the last of his strength poured out of him and onto the floorboards. "That.....that stain will.....will never come out....." Were Keland's last thoughts as he drifted off to death. And he was ready for the last embrace of the Mother to welcome him home. *** The prisonder heard the jingling of keys and the sudden, sharp groaning sounds of the metal bars being tossed open. Rough hands seized them, yanking them to their feet as they were pushed blindly along a hallway. "Good morrow," a voice said, muffled from the cloth sack tossed over the prisoner's head. "You are free to go, and have a good morning, and may the light illuminate you." And with that they were pushed back out into the village, the door slamming behind them. The prisoner was ready to start a new day. I wonder who the mayor will have us kill today.... they thought morbidly, as they made their way back home and to see what they missed in the intervening night. ----------------------------------------------- Somebody was Detained! Wilson was killed by Darkfriends! She was a Village Warder! Twei was killed by Wolves! They were a village Wisdom! I'll get PMs and results out as soon as I can, and just let me know if you have any questions or see any errors. Day 3 will last for 48hours and the cycle will end at 10PM EST, Saturday the 11th, Remember that PMs are closed for the Day cycle. Happy lynchings.

Hello! I stumbled upon this site via twitter and thought it would be a good idea to join! Just so you all know where I am in the reading of Sanderson's work, I have read Mistborn/Wax&Wayne, Warbreaker, Elantris, and Stormlight twice. I've planned to read Reckoners next month after I finish a reread of another series. Anyways, I hope to read some great theories on here and finally have some people to talk to about the awesomeness of the Cosmere!

Ok, I think I just found another one in my new edition of Evil Librarians. In the Author's Foreword, 2nd paragraph (not counting "I am not a good person"), we find this sentence: Now, Dan Wells has a book (ebook only at this point) titled A Night of Blacker Darkness: Being the Memoir of Frederick Whithers as Edited by Cecil G Bagsworth III. Given that Dan and Brandon are Writing Excuses buddies...

We applaud you. Thank you for sharing the light. I tell as many people as possible about how great Sanderson stuff is. They probably get tired of it. I find a way to recommend it to anybody. For example: I like... | So read... ----------|------------ Romances | Warbreaker; Mistborn; WoR Vampires | Elantris Dystopian | Mistborn; Warbreaker Westerns | Wax and Wayne Politics | All of them, seriously (Warbreaker) Movies | Mistborn Rocks | Stormlight Nothing | Everything This isn't a comprehensive list but gives you an idea of how I talk. "I'm really hungry." "It's a good thing you're male. Men's food seems to be more savory. It's okay. I like sweet things." "I wish I could be Spiderman." "You know, Coinshots are kind of like Spiderman. Close enough, anyway." "I hate every presidential candidate." "I'm just glad we have candidates and not gods that take our life force and never seem to do anything." Every Sanderson reference is a possible gateway into the best thing ever.

Although "Terran" would be a more proper term. Anywho, fingers crossed, I'm hoping this won't end up like Tumblr where I wasted half a year away, and when I finally looked up from the computer, I had F's in half my classes, I had become distant to my family, and I had grown a beard. The beard was especially shocking, seeing as how I'm a girl. I just wanted a place where I could chat with people of similar interests and hopefully see some cool fanart for the works of an author who is sadly underrated.

I had the opportunity to help playtest the game so hopefully I can provide some useful insight here I will say this straight up: If you don't like games that have a significant deal-making component this may not be the game for you. With that said, I think the game is really good. The design is solid and highly enjoyable. If you consider the conflict and competition between the houses an integral part of the mistborn era 1 setting then it fits the setting well. (I do think it is, but that's one of the main pillars of my MAG campaign so I may feel it's more significant than others would.) In any case you really don't need to be familiar with the setting to play the game. The setting is more than just a skin, but it doesn't require knowledge of the world to enjoy. It's also sufficiently different from other games my family, friends and I already own (which is an almost embarrassingly large number ) which is definitely a plus. It doesn't feel like a different version of an existing game.

I'm probably obsessed with this idea, but I do think there's one point not really accounted for: - How much influence are the Unmade having on the once Heralds? There has been quite a bit of implication that the Honorblades, besides granting Surge pairs, go above-and-beyond what the spren chose to imitate. The Prelude with Kalak's POV corroborates this, and "Taln's", if we assume he's the real one. Between whatever the Gift is, in addition to the fact that the Honorblades show nothing of their elaborate and beautiful designs (more on this in a sec), it's clear that the Heralds had something else going on for them beyond simply having access to their two Surges. What does this have to do with the Unmade? I'm getting there, but first: "I'm worried about Ash." ... "She's getting worse. We weren't supposed to get worse." Why would they need to worry about "getting worse" unless they're being affected by something? This implies that the Heralds previously were not, again suggestive of some form of protection they no longer have. Note also, that this observation of 'getting worse' happened to transpire exactly six years ago, which is when the initial candidates were being chosen for Nahel bonds. Jasnah had her pronounced experience right before that overheard conversation, and this is also the time period Shallan had it occur as well*, which is also identified by Taravangian as when Moelach's Death Rattles began. Between the presumed Heralds 'getting worse', and a sudden change in certain supernatural events, I think it's safe to say that the Listeners' gods -- who I think are pretty clearly the Unmade -- were starting to stir, and thereby plucking at people more so than they would in the past**. We have both WoB (about Shallan's father) and even a direct Hoid statement (to Shallan***) that people on Roshar can be affected to take a darker -- dare I say more destructive? -- mindset on matters, to say nothing of what the Thrill does to people. It stands to reason, therefore, that if something is happening to the Heralds, enough so that it's observable and a concern to at least one of them, then it stands to reason that they are likely being targetted by this. After all, 'the enemy' would surely know who they are, what they represent, and very much want to get them out of the way of being a threat. How better to do that than to corrupt them into doing the enemy's work while making it seem their own idea? Odium may not be able to do so directly (because of the Oathpact, perhaps), but he does have Splinters of his Shard on Roshar (the Unmade) that undoubtedly could do that for him... especially if the Heralds had rescinded each and every bond to their Honorblades that gave them that extra bit of advantage. So do I think Nale's crazy? Yes and no. I think he's going down a similar path that Shalash is, but "meting out Justice" in a more twisted way. I think that this nudging towards the Dark Side, so to speak, is what's really going on, and then he just kept on going because the strings had been attached on account of no longer being bound to the Oathpact's protective aspect. And I do think there is evidence that the Heralds had that and more going for them. Their extended lifespans are only part of that. The real question is what did Nale and the others really do to themselves when they foreswore their oaths? * She states she's seventeen to Sebarial, and her flashback identifies her as eleven years when her mother died, which pinpoints her learning to Lightweave as the same era as the other original candidates (she hadn't done it for a long time before her mother's death). ** I'd give a great deal to know how active they were during non-Desolation periods, or if they mostly slumbered. *** He states what Shallan is fighting isn't completely natural. It's debatable how natural the Shard Odium is in general, but either way it's pretty clear that something supernatural is going on with her father, and so far only the Unmade really fall into the category of "direct supernatural antagonist", as shown by Nohadon's in-passing statement regarding Yelig-nar.

So I've finally had the time and motivation to finish a long term project of mine, a timeline of events for Words of Radiance. Before I officially post it though I could really use another set of eyes to go over it just to make sure everything works out. http://coppermind.net/wiki/User:WeiryWriter/Timeline/Words_of_Radiance

I have a couple of minor things that I want to say, and I will try and tie them into some actual suspicions and a vote a bit later in the cycle. The first one is something that has been bugging me a bit, and that is when people say that we need "focus on Fain" or "focus on the Darkfriends." As far as I can tell, both of those statements are equivalent to "play mafia as a villager," since we don't really have any way to distinguish the corrupted from the Darkfriends. And nobody that has made a post along those lines and then gone on to say what sorts of changes we should make to go about hunting one team over the other. So when I post my suspicions later, people with posts along the lines of what I mentioned will be higher up than others. The other thing is much less important, and I just want to agree with Mailliw (and disagree with phatt) about vigilante roles. I have a different reason though. It is often implied that we should not kill this person or lynch this cycle or use vigilante kills or whatever because of roles. Roles are important, I acknowledge that. But we can't let roles be a reason not to kill people. We have Troll GMs, if you hadn't noticed. And vanilla roles can totally win a game by themselves, and probably have much more fun than a game where everyone gets scanned by a protected person. Okay, so that's what I wanted to say, and I know that both of those points are more meta/gameplay related as opposed to being useful for finding Darkfriends. What I said is also just my opinion. But I feel like they have each come up enough that they were worth mentioning.

Today this terrible and enlightening revelation fell upon my mind in its full abstract glory, while I was doing a calculus test: You are only doing it right if after staring long enough at the numbers and formulae, you feel things staring back. If I had choosen the path of a mathematician, I am sure I would be able to hear them whisper by now. EDIT: no, I am not on drugs, and I am also not that sleep deprived. I've just found the truth.

I have started watching Doctor Who, and i'm starting to understand why it's so wildly liked. It's ridiculous. I've only watched three Episodes, the first three of season 9, where I was recommended to start, and I've already seen a mannequin pretending to be a real boy, a garbage bin eat a man, a tree-woman burst into flame needlessly, and Charles Dickens committing Arson and Genocide. And they're way to casual about death. I think over half of the people I've seen on screen have died already.

I gotcha lol Actually I think is does count. It comes from the same power source, Preservation. Tony's various armors all use the same power source, the arc reactor. In order to produce an aluminum alloy that is resistant to allomancy, but still able to provide tensile strength, durability, and not hamper any of the on board systems including weaponry, flight, and circuitry would require building a brand new armor. Same thing with weaponry. By providing Tony the capability to tailor his armor specifically to fight and kill a mistborn is tipping it far in his favor. The mistborn would have no way of compensating. It literally cannot alter its own powers it was born with to counter Tony's. Which is why I suggested the medallions. Without compounding, and allowing a selection of powers, the mistborn would have a finite resource to counter Tony, while his armor never runs out of aluminum, and lasers. I see that as perfectly balanced. Every instance we have seen where metal pierces the skin enough to not be pushed on was either spikes driven through the body, bracers that pierced deeply the meat of the arm and was used by an individual that could heal, a knife in the arm of another individual that could heal, or earrings that half of the metal material is inside the skin. The Iron Man suit would have to become an Iron Maiden to accomplish that lol Picture this for round 2/round 3. Iron Man flying around in broken down city, aluminum armor in sustained low flight so as not to overhead and slag his jets with his Aluminum pneumatic darts and shrapnel aluminum grenades. Mistborn is dodging and jumping between buildings, shivering from storing all their heat into the bronze medallion to avoid coming up on Iron Man's infrared. Battles are sudden, and violent, with both quickly retreating to recoup. Tony trying to repair what damage done, and avoid calling in new replacements too soon as to give away his position. Mistborn digging the aluminum darts out of his or her body as cannot be healed around it. Steadily burning pewter to shrug off the pain for now and save the gold from the medallion for something worse. Both then begin to hunt once again. Come on and tell me that kind of fight doesn't sound awesome?

Using Cultivation against her will wouldn't be very Honorable, though. I know Shardholders can sometimes do things against their mandate, but that seems fairly extreme. I suspect if she is part of it, it was willing rather than forced. jW

Deathgale dissolved parts of himself into smoke, to avoid the bloodspaltters staining his suit. A minor slight compared to the annoyance of Antimatter setting terms, even if they were reasonable enough that they didn’t require punishment. Deathgale turned to Harkness. He was of course in a much better condition, which meant he could not bring forth an excuse for delaying work until later. Good. Deathgale didn’t belittle Mary’s skill to track down someone’s movement within the city but there had not yet been an opportunity to infect Ragnarok, so there was little she could do if he left the city bounds. “Seeing how you already appear to be familiar with this Ragnarok Epic, I’ll leave you with trying to track him down, while Antimatter is out of commission,” Deathgale said. He pulled out the flask containing Mary’s blood. “I do not however expect you to actually kill him on your own.” With that he flicked a bit of the blood on Harkness clothes. “That will be enough for Bloody Mary to have an eye on you and intervene if you come across Ragnarok. Otherwise we will summon you for the meeting once Antimatter returns.”

Well... They could use mask of mirrors and get one last look at themselves.

I have no problem that she's good with numbers but not forceful or shrewd enough to negotiate with traders. I thought that the main criticism (and forgive me if I'm restating the obvious) was that she is intelligent enough to know her limitations and not to exceed her abilities. I will rest on the fact however that her actions reduced their losses by 80% (20 instead of 25), so it's Prot's analysis that she barely exceed what they would have got if the spices were dumped that seems uncharacteristically off-base to me for a shrewd operator like he is supposed to be.

Definitely not. He was working on his thirteenth novel before his first sale came in (Elantris, his 6th novel). He spent eight years writing because he loved it, even though he had been rejected again and again. He strikes me as the definition of someone doing what they love for its own sake, and lucky for him, he's now getting paid 6-figure advances for doing it... but that was not the case for a very long time.

My needs: 1. Books 2. 17th shard 3. Cookies 4. Fluffy pillows and blankets 5. Warmth EDIT: 1100 replies to this topic!

I ate too much. Food coma incoming. Blanket fort is needed.

Just finished Shawshank Redemption for the first time. It left me very satisfied at the end. I now see why it's on all the top movie lists.

In the end if the guards are made of Alluminium, Zahel have to recognize the metal.... But of course He may refuse to spread this information. But it seems to me unlikely that the guards are Alluminium made for 2 reason, one worthless and one worthy: - This doesn't fit my Alluminium's oddity theory (this is the worthless one ) - If they may create Alluminium and Alluminium stops Shardblades, you may see all the nations began to mass produce Allumin to stop the overpowered Shardbearer (well at least to remove their fearsome weapon)..... Of course this is the Worthy one PS: but if I don't remember wrong the guard adjusts itself to perfectly cover everykind of Blade. Probably it's made of whatever made the Oathgate's lock.

Oh, how fun! *rubs hands together* He was in the room before the antechamber of the church where Wax and Steris were before they entered the main dome room, that means, he didn't get wet (the water tower fell on the dome). (BoM, page 9) It's likely that he left again (through the antechamber's doors) and was not there to 'get wet' when the tower fell on the dome. Either way, he wasn't in the part of the church that got flooded. Why would that effect Awakening? Vasher made a Lifeless squirrel, that does NOT have a human shape. Awakened things don't HAVE to have a human shape to Awaken, it's just easier because it's easier for humans to imagine them being Endowed with life and doing human-like things, but other things that can have life (Squirrel, dog, etc.) can also be Awakened, so...yeah. The limits of Awakening, to some extent, are limited by the Awakener's imagination. A kandra who obtained Breath would obtain Breath like a human, why would it be any different? Kandra can speak the Command, they also have Spirit Webs that Breath can attach or unattach to. There really is no problem here. Also, kandra have cognitive awareness, and, while they have a kandra brain kandra prefer to use humanoid True Bodies for the most part (that is, other than TenSoon). I think a kandra could understand that, to use this bit of Investiture, they need to conceive of picture of that strawdude (like Vasher uses) acting a certain way. Why would they have any issue conceiving a Command like "pick up keys"? Kandra know that hands/fingers pick up keys, and could imagine a strawdude (or a cloak with tassels) doing so like a humanoid would. They would have no issues, yes,they are blobs, but they are shapeshifting blobs that are mostly in a HUMAN(OID) SHAPE and, for the most part, prefers that shape. No, kandra should have no logical issues with Awakening, their nature might make it a little easier because I imagine they...have some interesting ideas of what body-parts can do (lips on hands!)... Maybe they can imagineer weird Commands because of their nature as shapeshifters, I can only really see that as actually advantageous in Awakening, flexible minds seem way more useful for that sort of thing. Well, he does seem to have a somewhat good grasp on Investiture and how things work, so, hijacking a system to do something cool for kicks seems plausible to me, especially because Sanderson said we are seeing people use Awakening in "interesting ways" (the WoB is on the first page in the intro to the topic). All this is to say I agree with Argent, luckily, this is one of my more sane theories, too.

huh, now I have to wonder: how would a shardblade react if you tried to cut through an awakened object? would it phase through it like it does for living tissue or just cut it like it does for unliving things? re: black hole from compounding: a couple things, most of which are random speculation by someone who only took 1 semester of physics. 1. when pulling a massive store of an attribute from a metalmind, there is a loss of power as compared to pulling the same amount out over a longer time (Sazed originally calls this compounding, and says something about how you'd lose some of the stored attribute) not sure how much you lose, or even what sort of equations govern it. at a guess, the amount needed increases faster than linearly. 2. black holes are based on mass and density, not weight. you aren't exerting extra gravity on anything, it is being exerted on you (though equal and opposite reaction and all, I wonder if you would actually be pulling up on the planet, and how that migth effect things) that said, that much weight would definitely crush you pretty flat, so compressing yourself small enough to become a black hole might still be possible but... 3. for a human being of roughly 75 kg (165 pounds, which seems reasonably close to average. we aren't going to be far enough off to make a huge difference either way) you'd need to get down to a radius of 1.1x10-24 meters if I did my calculations correctly (I might not have) which, according to wikipedia is smaller than an electron. 4. not going to post the numbers here, but I fiddled around with some black hole equations, and possibly misapplied relativity, but the numbers I get indicate that to get a black hole you need vast vast amounts of energy. compounding might allow you to get there in theory, but i think the logistics would get troublesome. we are talking 10 to the 40th or 50th power at least. we have no idea how much a single metalmind can hold, but with those exponents, I suspect that you have to have orders of magnitude more iron than exists even on a metal rich planet like scadrial. and that is before you factor in point 1 about the inefficience of pulling in all of that weight.

Am I the only one who absolutely hates the idea of Kaladin being the long lost son of Dalinar? I don't particularly fear this plot twist as Brandon has confirmed Lirin and Hesina were Kaladin biological parents, but I wonder what others find so seductive in the idea? Why want Kaladin to be biologically linked to Dalinar? Personally, I am rather found of the Kholin dynamic and I have made quite a bunch of theory as to how dysfunctional it may grow, but I absolutely do not want to add Kaladin to the mix: it feel so unfair. So I am keen on hearing what those who proposed this theory liked about it to begin with.

Possibly on a different forum from this one, one that has a 'V rating...

Looking forward to seeing you in the trenches someday, Mandamon! I have found the twitter pitches to be incredibly useful. I make solid contacts, get opportunities to sub I likely never would have, and the agents and publishers who request my material are already engaged with it, so I get much more detailed feedback and usually, am more likely to get an R&R instead of a straight R. #DVPit was AMAZING, and I still have a number of full subs out from that. #PitMatch only allows three tweets over 12 hours, but I'm getting decent likes already. Hoping the SFF one will be even better!

Here's the Koravix! Warning for intense discussion of anatomy, including reproductive systems.

No. He asked in thread. Regarding Wolfbrother kills... I would be being hypocritical if I said they shouldn't kill, because I know for a fact that when I get one again I'm going to go full-out vigilante. I do think that kill roles have to be careful about who they kill, but they shouldn't not go after their suspicions just because they're villagers or scared of the consequences or whatever. The point of having a kill role is to use it. Should you use it every turn even if you have no suspicions? Maybe not. But I do think it shouldn't just be completely unused. As for what there is to discuss - there's always something to discuss. How do you think we should find the Corrupted? Who are the last two or three Darkfriends, based on Sart and Gunshy's death? Can you think of any way to solve the problem with Elodin getting targeted by a Channeler? I can guarantee that you're not too paranoid.

Would you rather be a mistborn with all the allomantic powers but only be able to have those powers (no hemalurgy, medallions, or feruchemy), or have access to every medallion to every power (both allomantic and feruchemical) but only be able to use one at a time? (so no compounding)

Basically you are both saying the same thing: aluminum - allomancy cannot affect it, but can be burned for an effect silver - allomancy can affect it, but cannot be burned for an effect

For those of you who watch Screwattack's Death Battle series, you may have already seen this, but for those of you who don't, they did something really cool. What Death Battle is, in a nutshell, is a fight to the death between two popular characters. This week they did The Joker vs. Sweet Tooth (from the Twisted Metal series). Right before the fight started, however, they showed a quick little commercial for Audible, and one of the hosts of the show actually commented that he was listening to The Way of Kings by the one and only Brandon Sanderson. This show is watched by a ton of people, so this could be some good publicity, I suppose.

yes, you can

You'd quickly run into some physical limitations if you compound Pewter Feruchemically, since while your body would handle the added bulk of the muscles for a while, there'd have to be a point where it just wouldn't function. The Hulk never has that problem that I've heard of, but a Superthug would (not sure what their actual Twinborn name would be). jW

1039 is up. I'm guessing it's the door in the very middle of the far right, with the Diagonal boards. Anyone else feeling lucky?

The Nightwatcher declines to give you a Bane, since your requested Boon is something you clearly already possess. I wish being an Amazon Prime member allowed me to watch ALL TV shows free on Amazon, not just their original shows.

I...kind of agree with you. While it's true he's put off Oathbringer for quite a while (along with Rithmatist 2), when he does AMAs and signings we gain more insight into his works and it makes a more rewarding experience for all of us readers. But if he took off a year or so to just write, I would be absolutely fine with it.

I suspect that the tours and signings are both a way of saying thank you to the fans for supporting him, and a way for him to just take a break. It's hard for anyone, Brandon included, to just write non-stop without taking a breather. He's already twice as fast as some authors I know, and that's not including the other smaller series he's writing. Fans obviously want to be able to see Brandon, and as SoulcastJam said, they are a part of his energy. Without the fans, Brandon probably wouldn't have as much of an influence. Though, he likes to answer most questions with RAFO, so. I am very excited for Oathbringer, but I'd like for Brandon to do his thing, because that's who he is.

One very long walk with a dog. And about 6 months of soul searching.

- I just remembered there was one submission i didn't get to. Sorry for the delay! - I get why Kang wants to rescue Lumi, but I don't know we have a strong enough reason why Kang is going to risk breaking into prison other than what Lumi told him, especially since it's likely Lumi will be cleared in a couple of days. I think Kang needs enough motivation before he tries sneaking into a prison to see her. - Walking the bear? Corrupted man? It really feels like we should have seen this instead of being told. - Nice escalation in the end . . . I'm really curious to see where this is all going, especially after the perpetrator just up and kills himself.

Finally found a book on the history of American policing that takes a more neutral tone. Anyway, I'm a ways into the early years of police, and I'm struck by how relatively recent police as we know them are. The first preventative police force wasn't seriously considered in the UK until 1815, and the same reform mindset didn't take effect in the US until the 1830s. And the earliest controversy to strike American policing? Whether or not officers should wear uniforms. Fascinating stuff. It's also pointing out the changes brought by the rapid urbanization that happened during the Industrial Revolution, and how those forces made American and British police so different. Seeing all of these changes is making me feel less timid about introducing even more radical changes into my own alternate timeline. I mean, if the Industrial Revolution led to a sharp increase in crime which led to police as we know it, then criminals with actual superpowers would drive even more unpredicted changes to society.

I looked up the Graphic Audio cover artworks, and they are all so beautiful. The Shallan one especially. :wub: Most people end up imagining her the same way; it's really very strange. And the Pattern chapter heading picture is superimposed on her sleeve. It's a nice touch. Dalinar's amour wasn't drawn in any of the WoK/WoR artwork, so it's pretty cool to see it here. Stylistically it looks like the King's Plate from the WoR sketchbook page, especially the raised neck collar thingy. Click pictures to open up full size. Drawing Shardplate is hard. It was super intimidating to me at first, when I saw the official illustrations and they all were very detailed and had all those little bits and knobs and things. But then I practiced on it and it's not so scary if you try to imagine the shape of a human under there and ignore all the fiddly bits for later. In my mind, Shardplate's load-bearing back plate is like the racing hump in those MotoGP leather suits And because I'm a filthy shipper who should be exiled to Tumblr, why not put good skills to questionable purposes... :lol: In Shard training, they make you eat a fancy dinner in Plate. It only makes sense if you have to learn to go to the movies or the theatre in your Plate, and walk a girl home afterwards.

I don't know why this is an issue. In fact, all of the crustaceans on Roshar would be to my benefit. I'd just hurl them at my enemies and watch them get eaten, flee in fear, or both. It's one of the many skills that Skyrim has taught me.

I was thinking about SA the other day, and for some reason I made a connection I never had before. Kaladin = Buzz Lightyear.

Reckoners came after Alcatraz, but there is also mention of a Shard of Ryshadium, which seem weird because in Stormlight Archive Ryshadium is a horse, and a shard of horse sounds kinda weird.

I am resurrecting my thread to add this wee little thing: Totally wore Princess Leia cinnabon hair to the One-Man Star Wars Trilogy tonight.

There is no reason to match a honorblade's original herald attributes to the new blade's owner. I even see Kaladin giving Adolin the blade because they are buddies now But really I don't think this will happen My first instinct is to say nobody gets it, since it's too much power left unchecked. However, they can't afford that. They need their numbers. It's only 4 of them. They need to be able to go places quick, and the blade allows them to do that. So they SHOULD use it. But who to use it? * Dalinar is a good candidate, since he has no shards, and it would be useful for him to quickly go to world leaders, make a demo of his powers, and convince them. Not for self-defence, since I think he can sugebind his way of of threats. But I don't think this will be his role. I think he will not leave Urithiru soon. Even for Kholinar, he should rather send Renarin or Elhokar or both there. * One of Kaladin's squires - THE LOPEN! But again, this would already increase one's powers, one who can already use stormlight. * Adolin - makes a lot of sense, because he's a great swordsman, so it's hard for him to lose it in battle, and also he has proven himself as a good guy. Also he's trusted not to run away with it But Adolin is already a shard-bearer, it makes more sense to give it to someone who is not. * Zahel would be an interesting choice, but we don't know his current standing in terms of trust. * One of the Bridge 4 that is not a squire, since he's close to Kaladin and Kaladin can train him in Windrunner's abilities... And here I would like to nominate Shen. This would allow Shen to save his people (the ones that ran away), and form a bridge between them. My top 3 would be Adolin, Shen and Vasher.