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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Totally came her looking for a Boston Chowder recipe.

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

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

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

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

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

EDIT: There's been a lot of discussion and revision to my original ideas, and I would recommend basically skipping this first post for the most part. It is, however, important to read the first two sections ("Observations" & "Related Information") as they set up some of the information given in the books and by Peter which is used to support the rest of the findings. Here are links to my most recent analysis: The orbits of the moons precess as the planet orbits the sun: http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/6334-the-moons-of-roshar/?p=103069 (I've since dropped the notion that they share exactly the same orbit, better language would be to say the moons share the same period and have very similar orbits....more on this in the posts below.) The orbit of the moons is in the opposite direction compared to Roshar's rotation: http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/6334-the-moons-of-roshar/?p=103135 (more details in the next link...) More about the orbits being in the opposite direction & how the orbits must be inclined when compared to the plane of the Roshar's orbit around its sun: http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/6334-the-moons-of-roshar/?p=103175 Preliminary calculations for the orbits: http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/6334-the-moons-of-roshar/?p=103350 There is, of course, a lot of good discussion and contributions between all these posts that I would recommend! I'm in the processes of re-organizing all of the information that has been deduced into a single document, so it can be read without the need to jump between posts and it would skip past the incorrect hypotheses. ----Orignal Opening Post (read the first two sections, the rest is now discarded)---- All this talk about the moons of Roshar in the other two threads got me thinking… Based on the "observations" provided in the book and the comments from Peter, I’ve come up with some speculations about the moons of Roshar. First…the data! Observations: “The sun set in the west, but the wagons kept rolling. Violet Salas peeked over the horizon to the east, seeming hesitant at first, as if making sure the sun had vanished.” WoK Chpt 2 “Nomon—the middle moon—had begun to rise, bathing the city in pale blue light. Staying up this late had been a rare privilege for her in her father’s house…” WoK Chpt 8 “Szeth looked over his shoulder, wishing that the Second Sister—known as Nomon to these Easterners—had risen to give a little more light.” WoK I-3 “Salas’s violet light shone in the sky outside, but the small moon wasn’t bright enough to illuminate the barn’s interior, and the creature had moved into a shadowed recess.” WoK Chpt 19 “Nomon—the middle moon—shone with his pale, blue-white light.” WoK Chpt 23 “Nomon was setting in the west, and the small green disk of Mishim—the final moon—was rising in the east.” WoK Chpt 23 “Two hours later, at Salas’s first violet light, Rock and Kaladin walked back into the lumberyard. It was just past sunset, and many of the bridgemen would soon be going to sleep.” WoK Chpt 27 “Kaladin smiled, leaning back, looking upward toward the dark sky and the large sapphire moon.” WoK Chpt 73 Related Information: PeterAhlstrom, on 06 Feb 2014 - 2:06 PM, said: Each moon is in the sky only once per day and moves across the sky in a couple to a few hours. What does that tell us about their orbits? http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/5854-setting-limits-on-the-size-of-roshar-the-planet-and-roshar-the-continent/?p=94890 PeterAhlstrom, on 06 Feb 2014 - 5:15 PM, said: I expect the moons were put in their current orbits artificially, but by whom or what I do not know. On astronomical terms, these are not stable orbits, but astronomical terms means millions of years. A few thousand or even a few hundred thousand years are no problem. http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/5854-setting-limits-on-the-size-of-roshar-the-planet-and-roshar-the-continent/?p=94976 PeterAhlstrom, on 27 Feb 2014 - 11:37 PM, said: They are very small. Think Phobos and you'll be in the ballpark. http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/6249-will-we-see-interplanetarlunar-travel-in-future-books/?p=102426 ------ Here are the “facts” based on the observations: Salas and Mishim are both described as “small” moons. (WoK Chpt 19 & 23) Nomon is described as a “large” moon. (WoK Chpt 73) Salas always rises first, Nomon always rises second, and Mishim always rises third. [szeth refers to Nomon as the Second Sister (WoK 1-3), Nomon is refered to as the “middle moon” (WoK Chpt 8 & 23), and Mishim is called the “final moon” (WoK Chpt 23), by process of elimination Salas is first.] Orbital Locations of the Moons: Since the moons always rise in the same order (Salas, Nomon, Mishim), all three moons have to be the same distance away from Roshar. They all have to be in the same orbit. Otherwise they would appear in a different order on various nights over time. And this means… the moons are at Lagrangian points! The Lagrangian points are stable locations where objects can share the same orbit. Jupiter, for example, shares its orbit with asteroids at Lagrangian points 4 and 5. Using the above image to describe the Sun-Jupiter system, the Sun is at the center, Jupiter is the purple body to the right (between L1 and L2) and the Jupiter Trojan asteroids are found around L4 and L5. Lagrangian points 4 and 5 are always about 60 degrees from the body on the right (Jupiter, in this example). In the case of these moons, Roshar would be the central body, while the most massive moon (based on the size, this would presumably be Nomon) would take the purple point near L1L2 (where Jupiter was), and the other two would have to sit at the other Lagrangian points. There is one final piece of information that helps us lock down the locations of the moons: from WoK Chpt 23 it’s clearly states that Nomon is setting just as Mishim is rising, i.e. they are 180 degrees apart…on opposite sides of their orbit. For the Roshar-Nomon system I propose that Salas is at Lagrangian point 4 and Mishim is at Lagrangian point 3. In regards to the orbits of the moons not being perfect circles… Jupiter has an orbital eccentricity of about 0.049. The Earth’s eccentricity is only 0.016. Even Mars, with an eccentricity of 0.093(!!), still has trojan asteroids at its Lagrangian points. I think it’s safe to say the Roshar-Nomon system has Lagrangian points. It is, however, notable that L3 is typically a very specific point and it can be unstable…I’m hoping the “artificial placement” of these moons helps to explain how Mishim ended up in such a perfect placement. Size Approximations: Since Peter suggested Phobos was a ballpark, I’m going to go ahead and copy it as a template for the moons of Roshar. First, Phobos orbits at approximately 9000 km from Mars, so I’m going to put the Three Sisters at that distance from Roshar. Because Nomon seems to reflect enough light to see by at night (WoK Chpt 8), which our Moon does as well, and I don’t have anything better to go on, I’m going to assume that Nomon looks to be visibly the same size as our Moon. Our Moon is about .5 degrees in diameter on the night sky. An object at 9000 km away would have to be 80 km in diameter to appear as .5 degrees in diameter on the night sky. As for the small moons, I’ll look to Phobos as an example again. Phobos is 22 km in diameter. From the surface of Mars, Phobos would appear to be about .14 degrees big on the night sky. In other words, a moon the size and distance of Phobos would appear to be a little under the diameter of the Moon as seen it from Earth. Assuming that the small moons, Salas and Mishim, have relatively the same diameter and mass, and that Nomon is significantly larger, these numbers seem decently reasonable to me. It would make the two “small” moons appear to be about 1/3 the size of the “large” moon, and the “large” moon would appear similar in size to our Moon. Closing Thoughts & Questions: It’s after midnight, so I don’t want to try and figure this out now, but I think we can get some more solid information on the orbital period of the moons based on what is presented in the Observations and Information sections. Peter said the moons were in the sky “only once per day,” which is interesting.... Especially considering that all observations of the moons only seem to take place at night (anyone have any daytime references?) There are two comparisons between sunset and Salas moonrise that I can recall; WoK Chpts 2 and 27. In both chapters, Kaladin observes Salas rising just after the sun had set. I don’t recall any mention of Salas and Nomon being in the sky together, but if my Lagrangian point theory holds I would keep an eye out for it in the upcoming books. It is, however, clear that Noman is setting when Mishim is rising (WoK Chpt 23). If the moons are only in the sky at night (as visible from Alethkar at least), does Salas always rise just after sunset? I’d love some lunar observations from Shinovar to see if the moons are visible during the day over on that side of the world! It is also possible that the two small moons are simply too small to reflect enough light, and the large moon, being blue, might just blend in with the sky. Still it seems really really weird to me that we only have nighttime lunar observations. Something to consider! I can’t wait to read of additional lunar observations in Words of Radiance!!!!!! ((edited for ugly formatting error I didn't notice in the previews))

Hi guys, I'm pretty new to this forum. while i started reading the books already some years back i just now started to go into the internet with my questions. I'm not sure wheather my questions are stupid or already asked, so i'll just fire them away. 1. Does burning Copper protect the user from the feruchemical effect of duralumin ? I think not, but i wanted to be sure. 2. In an earlier Q&A Brandon said, that the storingspeed is limited. Can an Duralumin Feruchemist lower the awareness of other people so much, that he can sneak easily past them (is this even a part of duralumin)? 3. Someone who stores connection in an duralumin metalmind and burns it afterwards will release an extreme outburst of it. So does it multiply the power to an even more extreme extend compared to the other metal's or doesn't the allomantic effect of duralumin apply to burning metalmind's (sound's unlogical but somehow it stuck in my mind) And does duralumin increase the stored energy in metalminds while burning or does it only multiply allomantie? 4. Is there something like a compounder savant ? Like someone who burns often full bronze metalminds will become extremly wakefull, so that he's an more tired/wakefull person overall. Additionally, is burning an bronze metalmind for a long time as unhealthy for the body as being an pewter savant or not? 5. Another Question to Duralumin: the ars arcanum say's it stores connection. The complete description only talks of connection between humans, but does it also store the connection to the country ? Because there are some magic system's, which depend on connection to a certain landscape. (I think this was already answered as yes). 6. allomatically burning copper protects the smoker from emotional influence, and bronze makes the bronzeeye able to see the usage of magic. Does this only include other allomantic use or does it also include magic from other planets like roshar? Example: a lightweaver forms an illusion. I'm not sure weather he influences the brain of the victim or the reality, but would a bronzeeye see through it or a smoker be left uninfluenced? 7. Question to the process of storing into an metalmind: Do you need to do the thing you are storing at the time you are storing it ? For example Speed-Metalminds: do you need to be in motion to store speed or are you also able to store it while sleeping ? Ok maybe i can answer this question for myself, because it simply increase the bodyability for oxidation. But for the example of storing wakefullness: is this able to be stored while sleeping ? If yes, could it lead to a koma-like stase ? 8. in a previous q&a brandon said, that splintered shards can be "united" again. Does this also count for adonalsium ? Because he's splintered too and basicly he's just a huge shard. 9. Does burning Aluminum also erase metals the mistling can't use ? 10. nicrosil creates an extreme outburst of all metal's inside the user/person he touches. Does this also include feruchemical metalstorages. Also: do allomantic metals have to be in the stomach of the user? Miles was a gold compounder, but in the alloy of law it was never mentioned that he swallowed one of his metalminds, but it's unlogical that he doesn't use his best advantage. 11. every shard has a different personality. Does this personality comes from the first sliver of these shards or does the different shard represent the different charactristics of adonalsium? 12. can shards steal power from other shards or how comes that odium has more power than the others, when all shards startet equal. 13. does an tin compounder who burns an sight-metalmind gain an extreme sight-bonus and all other 4 senses "normally" enhanced or all extreme or all normal ? 14. aluminum does decrese the effect of all magic systems respectivly of investiture. Odium is the "evil/anti" shard so is there possibly an connection ? 15. (Not really a question) what do you think of an nicrosilbendalloy-metalmind industry in the nowadays timeline of mistborn ? I mean it would drasticly increase the effecticness of food (if you burn a full one) and would solve the "beauty"standard-problem of our time. I could also imagine an Age-Industry, with the use of AtiumNicrosil-Metalminds. Even without the burning of them, the rich ones could, on cost of the poor ones, become immortal. Both timelines had a very kapitalistic society, so it would fit. Sorry for this extremly long post ^^".

Well, I've got a few minutes before I hit the sack so I may as well start the discussion today. I by no means have the time to do any sort of in depth analysis or to even look at everyone right now, but I'll start with my thoughts on everyone in the bottom part of Joe's suspicion list from last cycle. Hopefully I'll be able to get to everyone else tomorrow. Seonid- hasn't really stood out to me in any significant way, but gut feeling is he's Villager. Gamma- dead Magestar- hard to get a read on him because he wasn't very active for a while there, but back when he was active I was starting to get a little suspicious of him. Araris- He's pretty much flown below my suspicion radar AND my CC radar the whole game, which means I should probably be paying closer attention to him. Jondesu- I've waffled back and forth with Jondesu for most of the game. At first he didn't seem suspicious because he was attacked and survived, but then he tunneled on me for multiple rounds and it made me wonder, but then he backed off and seemed genuine, but then I started wondering if he is a spiked mistborn that pulled a WGG, but he does have a point about how he went after Nyali early on, so I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was villager or spiked. Orlok- Completely inactive, which is a shame. Last time I checked he hadn't even logged into the site in over 2 weeks. I'd be willing to lynch him for CC purposes, but I don't suspect him at all. Sart - I'm going to put my vote here, at least for now. Mostly a gut feeling, but Sart has been fairly active IIRC but hasnt really gathered any attention that I can remember. Just the place where an Eliminator would hide. Hemalurgic Headshot- Dead Herwynbe stood in his master's lounge, eyeing the three glass jars that stood on the mantel. Each one was filled with a dark red liquid (which Herwynbe tried not to think about) and held a metal spike inside. One had come from Reginald, another from the orphan Nyah, and the last had been taken from Nicki's body, after she had taken it in turn from that stranger the night this all started. Herwynbe's master noticed the steward's gaze and said, "You have done well so far, my friend. But our work is not finished yet. The Koloss army is gathering its strength, and there are still those within the village who seek to prepare the way for the Koloss to slay us all. The ones who bear the taint of Hemalurgy." "Hemalurgy, master?" Herwynbe said, confused at the strange word. "Those pierced by metal. We must find the rest of them, and soon, my friend. The clock is winding down. If my calculations and observations of the Koloss are correct, we have about a week left, maybe less." Herwynbe's mouth went dry. He swallowed, and said, "My lord, if the situation is truly so dire, then it would be wise for us to withdraw from the city, I think." "No, my friend. We cannot run away, not this time, for one simple reason: This town needs us. We cannot save them, but perhaps there is still time to help them save themselves."

@Oversleep, another relevant quote for you.

When instead of jumping around using your powers, if you ever get allomancy, you want to burn a part and then force it back up and see what burning does to metals.

Some relevant WoBs I found. I also remember asking Brandon on Twitter if Odium and Devotion were opposites and he said "they could be considered as such," but alas, I can't find it. From these (all taken from the tag 'Odium' in theoryland), we can see that; 1. Odium has probably worked with another Shard in the past. 2. Autonomy "in some way" (which I admit is ambiguous) helped Odium splinter Devotion and Dominion. 3. There's some connection between Odium ad Trell (which could be that they are both in the Cosmere, Brandon has said that ambiguous questions like this leave him a lot of wiggle room). I concede on the fact that Honour and Cultivation arrived together, WoB is proof. That WoB that we can't find about Odium Splintering pairs of Shards that you mentioned doesn't run counter to my point that Odium and Autonomy may be working together on Sel, because even if he's doing that, it fits with his MO of attacking multiple Shards. I don't know the reason why Odium thought he could do H&C by himself, but he was clearly wrong. He could have learned from his mistake before going after Harmony (on the Odium tag, you'll also see a few "Odium is aware of and very scared of Harmony" WoBs as well; why would he go up against someone he's afraid of alone? Thanks for clearing up the timeline issue of WoK history there. Odium was still stuck there before he could prevent Harmony from happening though.

"Ralaani, Ralaani, you doubt me?" Jonly grinned, and opened his eyes again. The woman was watching him, unknowing that he could hear her talking to herself. or to her spren? Jonly didn't know why he could sometimes see the girl's spren, and why sometimes he couldn't. Not that it mattered. He stood up, and turned to face her. her eyes widened as he made his way across the roof, never breaking eye contact with her, still grinning through his teeth, like unto a skull forever joyous in death. He stopped near enough to her her that anyone could hear their conversation. "Evil am I? By all definitions, yes. But I did not kill Lomot, nor, i think, did you Ralaani, But I do think you know who did. See, you approached me in private last night, just to chat about some sport. In private, you were comfortable approaching me, comfortable befriending me, but now, in the light of day, with everyone watching, you quiver and shake, as if terrified. Almost as if you want people to doubt me." Jonly leaned in and hissed. "Liar." He turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder, "You may play the waif, but I see the steel you hide girl."

Hmm, okay, this is kinda embarrassing but, I've read read WoK, WoR, and like the first of Mistborn and most of the second...I'm usually really busy so I haven't had as much time to devote to reading that I would like. I want to read all of his books, but as to if I can, remains to be seen.

Night 11: False Positives Joe actually felt pretty good. Better than he had felt in a long time and that was surprising since the wound in his side still ached something fierce most of the time. See, he’d figured out the trick to it, his uselessness and now he had purpose again. It had come to him in an epiphany after he’d been stabbed. Whenever he tried for something (like dying this last time), he failed at it miserably. It was why he had never made it as a taco vendor or why he couldn’t walk without tripping. He tried to do those things right. He had really wanted them to succeed. And because he wanted them badly, his uselessness always got in the way and screwed them up. But, if he tried to do the opposite of what he wanted, then surely his uselessness would work in his favor and cause him to succeed! Well, technically, he’d still fail, but the outcome would be far more favorable. It was all about his intent. It had worked last time when the villagers had tried to kill him after all. “Squeak!” “Hush you, I know what I’m doing,” he scolded Rat as he stumbled through the street. “This’ll work. Just you wait and see!” “Squeak.” “What do you mean that it’s paradoxical? This is simple cause and effect! See? It’s working already. I haven’t fallen once!” It was true, Joe hadn’t tripped over his own feet yet and not for lack of trying. He tried to hit ever upraised cobblestone and threw himself off balance multiple times and he had yet to fall. He did look absolutely ridiculous, throwing himself about and waving his arms to keep his balance, but he hadn’t fallen. “Squeak!” “Bah. You have the proof before you and you still don’t believe. You are one skeptical rat, Rat. “Now, watch and learn. After this works, I’m going to not open up my Ash Taco business and I won’t become rich off of the earnings and I absolutely will not finally have a home of my own!” Joe gesticulated into the middle of the square, where most of the villagers were debating their next move to try to deal with the Spiked. “Greetings fellow Villagers!” Joe exclaimed, drawing everyone’s attention. “I have come before you as a changed the same man I’ve always been! I have a plan and it’s foolproof the most flawed plan you’ve ever heard. By this time tomorrow, we’ll be free in the clutches of these Spiked-ed people’s tyranny and be definitely not be enjoying some amazing awful ash tacos!” He paused so that they could absorb the awesomeness of his plan fully. “You ready? Okay, here goes: I want you to kill me!” As Joe grinned from ear to ear, he was met with dumbfounded stares. Obviously, they need a moment, Joe thought as he congratulated himself on his brilliance. “You heard me right! Kill me! Let’s do this! Hop to it! This is really what I want!” When they continued to stare at him, he whispered down to Rat. “See? I told you it would work!” Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the villagers seemed to all turn to each other, looking to anyone else to help make sense of what they were hearing. Was this a confession? “Last chance,” Joe said. “I’m telling you right now, I want you to kill me!” So they did. Day 10 has ended and Night 11 begins! You have 24 hours. Hemalurgic Headshot was lynched! They were a Village Thug! PMs are NOT open! Votes: Hemalurgic Headshot (5)- Joe in the Bush, Wilson, Sart, Araris, Herowannabe Stink (2)- Jondesu, Wyrmhero Elbereth (1)- Hemalurgic Headshot Jondesu (1)- Elbereth Assassin in Burgundy (1)- Stink Orlok (1)- Seonid No Vote (7)- Wonko, Orlok, Droughtbringer, Magestar, Conquestor, I am Stick, Assassin in Burgundy Player List

I have a new theory about what Hemalurgic decay is. The core piece of information that is relevant to my new theory is something @Argent got out of Brandon in the Stormlight update #6: Q: Is death in the Cosmere a two-stage process? It seems to me like (under normal circumstances) the body dies first, sending the mind fully in the Cognitive Realm; the soul, presumably, remains in the Spiritual for the entire process. I am a little unclear on what happens after that though - what is it that passes into the Beyond, just the mind? Does the soul / spiritual aspect / Spiritweb just kind of... break down in the Spiritual Realm, turn into free investiture? A: Yes. It's a two stage process, and most of what you said is correct. The odd thing is, though, that the spiritweb doesn't completely break down (just like your body doesn't immediately break down.) Even after a long time, there's a record of that spirit web in the spiritual realm. And before I go into how I am interpreting that, some background on ideas that also contributed: Time and Place don't really exist in the Spiritual Realm. At a guess, there is likely data about them there, but space-time isn't as relevant/existent. Hemalurgy 'staples' soul chunks onto people to grant them abilities/traits. Hemalurgic spikes 'decay' and slowly lose their powers if they aren't in contact with (flowing?) blood. Now for some actual rhetoric! I always assumed that when someone died, their Investiture dissipated back into the Shard that it came from while their mind went on to the Beyond. I thought something similar was happening with Hemalurgy in that there was a chunk of soul that was ripped off the person and attached to someone else via the spike. When the spike wasn't in someone, the chunk of web decayed and the spike lost power. Now, though, I think that the spike is just hard wiring a Connection between the chunk of web that got ripped off and the person who has the spike. It is like adding a short to a circuit, sort of, anyway. When the spike isn't active and in blood, though, the power of Ruinous intent isn't maintaining the line, and the Connection between the spike and the web decays. The chunk of web probably decays at about the same rate that the web of a normal dead person does, which is apparently slowly, as evidenced by the WoB above. With that in mind, this has definite implications for Kel's resurrection. He was brought back within a few years, since he went and helped out the SoScads only a few years after the Catacendre. This means that his spiritweb was still mostly intact, so they just had to Hemalurgically staple it back onto a physical form. It is probably stapling his mind, soul, and body back together all at once, or there are spikes for each Connection. Presumably, he functions similar to Kandra now, in that if the spikes are removed, he will cease to survive, but he could just get stapled back together... creepy.

"But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope." Lord Ruler:

I got the job I got the job thank G-D I have a job!!!!!!!!! and an apartment!!! and life should finally settle down now

I've been playing the original diablo on my low power laptop. It's playing very smoothly, and I'm liking it waaaayy more than its sequels. Such classic, very well done, much good.

NOOOOOOOOOOO! *sob* MY CATSH! MY POOR CATSH! They took the blow for me. They shacrifished their tiny, tiny lives. I AM SHO SHAD NOW. All of theshe things you shay ish true. I feel that you are shtill misshing shomething important. Rae'sh attacksh on Dalinar made all of those things necessary. Rae could have changed her vote at any time without shushpishion, but inshtead called him out, shtarted the bandwagon, forshin' Dalinar an hish croniesh to reshort to vote man-ip-yoo-layshun to shurvive, painting a giant target of shushpishun on hish head and shtarting thish whole *hiccup* cat-related drama. If not for Rae, no lynch on Dalinar would have formed in the firsht place. No rioter, lurcher or shoother would have been needed. To me, these actionsh are worth more than what I genuinely believe to be a frushtrated villager makin' an honesht mishtake. I know that Shpiked may vote for each other (Nyali eventually voted fer Dalinar, didn't she?), actually huntin' one down an gettin' them almosht lynched firsht day doesh count for shomething in my eyesh. I feel like anyone who attacks Rae for defendin' Dalinar alsho needsh to exshplain why her commentsh on day 4 outweighsh theshe actionsh on day 1. Bashically, anyone accushin' Rae of being with Dalinar ish promoting a conshpirashy theory. Esshentially, that a shpiked Rae got her shpiked Mishtborn lynched (almosht) the firsht day ash part of a conspirashy. If you guysh think that'sh what happened, great, make your cashe! Perhapsh you can even convinshe me! But jusht reiterating the shame point "well she wash really loud in thinkin Dalinar wash shet up" doesh nothing for me and only heightens my suspicions that the shpiked are tryin' to shet up an echo chamber. Sho I haven't really had much to shay on why Rae thought defending Dalinar wash a good idea ish becaushe I jusht haven't felt there wash much to shay. I guessh I'm jusht sho baffled how anyone could vote fer Rae without having second thoughts. I alsho feel I got shuckered into arguing endlesshly over whether Rae wash shpiked yeshterday, while lettin shertain people who I do think are shpiked off the hook. Nyali, people bin accushin you o' conshpiring wif Dalinar shinshe day wun. I suspect the focush on Rae may have been a way of deflectin' from you ash well. I exshpect me time in thish village ish limited but by gum before I die an go to Kitty Heaven I want to find out! Will none of you accomadate an old woman'sh wishesh?

I don't know if anyone has talked about this yet but I've noticed this and I thought I might as well share. So, in Warbreaker, we see that when the Returned come back from the cognitive realm (moving from the cognitive realm to the physical realm), their memories of their previous lives are lost, or at least damaged. Also, in The Stormlight Archive, when spren come from the cognitive realm to the physical realm, their memories are also damaged. So we see a trend that when a person (or entity? I don't know what a spren would be labeled under) goes from the cognitive realm to the physical realm, their memories are damaged. And this is an effect across the entire cosmere, not just on a particular planet, because it happens on two separate worlds. In Mistborn: Secret History, Kelsier is in the cognitive realm. But, it is implied at the end of Secret History that Kelsier has found a way to come back to the physical realm. Also, in Bands of Mourning, we see someone (almost definitely kelsier) in the coppermind given to Waxillium by Hoid. So, Kelsier has traveled from the cognitive realm to the physical realm. Does this mean that, like in Warbreaker and The Stormlight Archive, Kelsier has lost his memory? This would mean Kelsier's activities in the second mistborn series are performed with little to no memory of his previous life, unless he has found some way to counteract this effect. This raises some interesting questions. How do others, such as Hoid, who travel using the cognitive realm, retain their memories? What about Soulcasters such as Shallan and Jasnah, who briefly visit the cognitive realm? The only link I can make is that the person must actually die and become separated from their body for them to lose their memory. However, this doesn't explain why spren follow this pattern as well. Also, something I just thought of while writing this, how did Kelsier get his old body back? Unrelated, but still interesting. If you have anything to add, or if you have a theory or know the answers to any of my questions, please reply. Thanks!

Hi guys, hope I'm not too late to the game with this. The compass rose almost definitely says "Urithiru" multiple times.

As much as I like them both, put Wayne and Adolin in one room for about five minutes, and you'll get at least three dead people.

Hmmm. Maybe. Something important so far as I can concerned is that Ati sees ruin as part of creation. It is probably significant that despite all he could have or may have done, he chose to create something (albeit with a mind to destroy it later). I think this is what remains of Ati influencing the shardic intent.

Alright guys, here's something I came up with and could not resist sharing with the rest of you Mistborn fans. You know that final battle in Hero of Ages? That final, heartbreaking battle? I found a song by Two Steps from Hell and decided to put it to the battle. Storms, it fit Perfectly. Please guys. try this. Play the song, and read the text below according to the timestamps I put. I promise you won't be disappointed ( I hope) 0:00- 0:30 = Vin, floating in the Mists. The army of Koloss advances, hundreds of thousands. Ruin stands gloating. Inside the pits, Elend is speaking. "I ask of you your lives. I ask of you your lives, and your courage. I ask of you your faith, and your honor - your strength and your compassion. For today, I lead you to die. I do not ask you to welcome this event. I will not insult you by asking you to call it well, or just, or even glorious. But I will say this." As he speaks, we see the people, their faces fearful. We see Sazed waiting. We see the Kandra collecting the atium. 0:30- !:00 = "Each moment you fight is a gift to those in this cavern. Every second we fight is a second longer that thousands of people may draw breath. Each stroke of the sword, each Koloss felled, each breath earned is a victory. It is a person protected for a moment longer, a life extended, an enemy frustrated!" As Elend speaks, their faces firm. They hold their weapons tighter. As his voice continues to speak, they assemble by the cave, looking out into the enemy beyond. They stood, Elend at the fore, a bright dot on an endless canvas of blue. Elend's voice rings as they move forward. "In the end, they will kill us. But first, they shall fear us!!!" 1:00- 1:40 Through Vin's eyes, Elend bursts with brilliant energy as the entire army charges at the Koloss. They don't die. They don't die, they explode with light just as Elend did, each man creating thousands of atium shadows. They meet the first wave, the Koloss swing their swords, and not a single Koloss sword finds its target. They don't die, every sweep of their swords destroy more than one Koloss, and every Koloss sword seems to miss by breaths. The Koloss start dying, and the army punches through them, performing incredible feats. They leap over swords, they sidestep blades, often causing the Koloss to kill each other in their anger. Not a single drop of human blood is spilled, but the ground is littered with Koloss corpse. They fight back, three hundred against hundreds of thousands. Each soldier as if a god, each soldier sweeping through the Koloss as if blades cutting water. And at their head, Elend, his white clothes glowing brighter than any other. They flag, but they down more beads of atium. Hundreds of thousands of beads being burned, an army invincible. 1:40- 2:08 Through Elends eyes, the world is white and blue, atium shadows and Koloss. He runs, untouchable, through the field. Hundreds of blue bodies lie in his wake. Then he falls. He hits the ground. He rolls out of the way of a sword, and downs another bead. His beads are low. He then hears the first human scream.He turns, to see one of his soldiers go down in a spray of blood. As he whirls, he understands. The atium is going. They have fought magnificently, but there is no more atium. Another soldier screams, his heart aches. He turns to see more and more of his soldiers going down screaming, and he sees Marsh the Inquisitor with his obsidian axe. He understands. This is the end. He firms his stance, meets Marsh's eyes. Then takes a last look at they sky. Only to see the Mists charging, he sees like an enormous angel of pure white, Vin. Hair streaming backwards, mist flaring like wings across the sky. reaching for him. 2:08- 2:40 The atium shadows return. His body jerks as his reserves increase by a hundredfold. Again he rises, and he charges towards Marsh. From Vin's eyes, the army continues to charge, as with Preservation's power she fuels them, giving them strength, power, hope. She flies above the army, her arms outstretched towards them as a parent embracing her children. Each soldier jerks upright, strength feeding them once more. They could run, but they do not. They look back at the pits, where their famlies lie, they look back to the Koloss, and once again they charge. The look on their faces now is not one of triumph, as it was in their first charge. The time for victory was past. This time, there is only a grim determination. The Koloss continue to overwhelm, but the soldiers do. not. yield. The last soldier uses his last bead of atium. Then they start dying. 2:40 - 3:12 Below, Marsh finally corners Elend. They duel, axes clanging on swords, two beings of incredible power using the full force of their allomancy. Elend dances between Marsh's brutal attacks, but even he cannot last forever against the augmented power of the Inquisitors Marsh grab's Elend's throat. The Koloss begin to enter the pits. The last soldier was dead. Three hundred soldiers had killed over twenty times their number, but in the end, the Koloss entered the pits. Yet Elend smiles. "We've won, Marsh." Above them, Ruin stand stock still. A koloss has entered the pits, and through his eyes he sees the empty pits. " Ruin's body is gone. That is why we win. " Ruin screams. Pain, disbelief and pure rage. Elend smiles. At the highest point of the chorus, Marsh's axe takes off Elend's head. 3:12 - 3:44 Vin floats, in pure shock. She sees Elend's body crumple slowly. It finally comes to a rest. She reaches incorporeal fingers to his head, seeing the peace now on it. Elend was that. she knew that. and there was nothing she could do. She finds that she is at peace, because she has let him go long ago. Ruin is laughing, thrashing. How do you like that? I killed him! I ruined everything you love! I took him away from you! She stands, gathering all of Preservation's power. Realizing finally Preservation's plan. She speaks quietly. "You just made one final mistake. You shouldn't have killed Elend. You see. He was the only reason I had left to live." Ruin pales. 3:44- 4:25 A titanic clash. Black clashes with White. Ruin screams. Vin shuts her eyes. Their essences clash, Ruin's black and Preservation's white burning each other away. Every moment is one of agony for Vin, and yet she is at peace. Grappling in a plane far above, the power and Intents of the Shards cancel each other out, and in an instant, Preservation and Ruin is no more. Below, a wave seems to pass through the world. The women, the children, moments from being slaughtered by Koloss, watch in fear as the Koloss suddenly lumber to a confused stop. Bereft of direction, of purpose, they begin to exit the pits. The women and children clutch each other, weeping with joy and sorrow. They had won, they were safe, but the cost had been bitter indeed. But they were safe. They were safe. 4:25- 4:51 Sazed emerges, and sees Vin and Ati smoking on the ground. he gasps, he sobs, he questions. Finally he understands. He takes the Shards, and recreates the world. The sun retreats. Constellations whirl into the sky. Green grass catches like wildfire across the earth, massive behemoths of trees sprout. Ashmounts sink into the ground. The ash dissolves like snow. The Mists disappear. Flowers flare their way across the earth. Colors flame across the land. The land is beautiful. 4:51 to end. The people emerge. They gasp at the whole new world. They rejoice. The sit down in shock. Spook wakes, fully healed. The rest of teh crew, Ham and the others, they lived. Spook looks around, and he sees the circle of flowers. At the centre of the flowers he found two people. VIn lay in her mistcloak, shirt and trousers, Elend lay in his white uniform, complete with cape. They held hands as they lay amidst the flowers. And they were both dead. He looks up, sees the yellow sun in the blue sky, he sees teh green grass and the beautiful flowers. His hand grasps Beldre's. And together they walk into this new world. Fade to black There is no victory without sacrifice.

This is reminding me of something. Sazed once described to Vin a religion that believed in a finite amount of bad luck. They celebrated when something bad happened, because it meant they had used up a lot of their bad luck and the future was likely to be good. Maybe there was something to that religion? Maybe their beliefs were founded on chromium feruchemy?

Trailer for the Way of Kings. Wit's voice: When you beat an iron sword relentlessly, it hardens. When you leave it alone, it rusts away. Let me tell you a story. =o=o=o=o=o The party, camera panning around the revellers. We see spren floating around, we see Jasnah looking disapproving and Dalinar dead drunk, but only briefly. We see a flash of White as the Assassin stalks down a corridor. Two guards notice him and charge. The Assassin bursts into light. Cut to Szeth by the dead body of the King, kneeling. "I'm sorry." =o=o=o=o=o= "We came here for Vengeance, but all I see if frivolity and competition." Dalinar from behind, looking over the Shattered Plains and the arrayed warcamps.Adolin averts his eyes. Sadeas snorts. "Why can't you just relax? Why can't you be just like everyone else?" "I cannot be like everyone else." Sadeas leaves, laughing. "That honor of yours is going to get you killed some day." =o=o=o=o=o=o=o Voiceover: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. A young Kal, working in the surgery with his father: "What about those who kill to protect?" A battlefield on a rocky landscape, from the eyes of Cenn. Kaladin leading them into battle. The Shardbearer. White flash, cut to Kaladin shivering in a cage. Kaladin looks up to see Syl floating over, a tiny translucent girl. Her light shines on his face. Her voice: Why do men cry? =o=o=o=o=o=o=o Shallan's voice: “Expectation wasn't just about what people expected of you. It was about what you expected of yourself.” Shallan clutching a sketchbook, following Jasnah. Her eyes are fixed on the Soulcaster. She is smiling, cut to her in her room alone scheming and drawing plans. A cryptic voice: Let go of your lies. (fade to black) (pause) (bass drop) Szeth lashing himself to the ceiling, running towards two Shardbearers. His Blade appears in his hands. Dalinar sitting alone in a tent, screaming and writhing. Kaladin on a bridge run, screaming as blood trickles down his shoulders and arrows kill those around him Shallan in a room in a pool of blood. (fade to black) (pause) Words against A black screen as music builds to a crescendo. Speak again the Ancient oaths. "Life before Death." Lightning illuminates Kaladin before the Honor Chasm, tears mingling with rain. "Strength before Weakness." Dalinar charging at the Chasmfiend in full Shardplate to protect Elhokar "Journey before Destination." Shallan turning from a ship and running back to Khabaranth. (pause) "The Knights Radiant shall rise again." Music climaxes A shot of Szeth running among people, lashing them left and right. A shot of Shallan entering Shadesmar. A shot of Dalinar and Adolin surrounded on the Tower, shouting their final battlecries. A shot of Kaladin's boots thumping on the bridge, clearing the chasm onto the awaiting Parshendi. Syl screaming "Speak the Words!" THE STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE: THE WAY OF KINGS =o=o=o=o=o=o Wit's voice, chattily: “Can you feel it? Something just changed. I believe that’s the sound the world makes when it pisses itself.”

Paraphrased because I can't remember the exact words but "Short English guy with hairy feet has to throw his Uncle's ring into a hole in the ground.' Best LotR description ever!!! Also, how often is a VOLCANO described as a 'hole in the ground.' This naturally lead me to come up with 'seven kids go looking for their Dad's stuff.' Spoiler: everyone dies (pretty much. Except the one guy who went for a walk on the beach.) I LOVE the Silmarillion. Now I need to create ones for each part... Ainiluindale: God creates the Universe and music. No, this is not the Bible. (Unless you are an obsessed Tolkien fan.) Valaquenta: We name a lot of people, mostly forgettable and unimportant. Children of Hurin: Guy sleeps with sister and everyone dies. Lay of Leithian: Girl dies because of a boy. Nirnaeth Anoiedad: Everyone cries a lot. Awakening of the elves: People wake up. Aule and Yavanna: Tree hugger and Industrialist quarrel. Did I mention that I love this book? Several of those are out of order as I'm writing them at random. Thanks for the inspiration Alcatraz.

Try refreshing and waiting for the whole page to load. This thread is pretty image heavy, and can take a bit if you have slow internet or you're on 3G. Make a shirt! If you do it, you should post a photo here and send one to Brandon! I've uploaded a higher resolution copy of the "Urithiru Knights" logo HERE, because the thread automatically resizes large pictures to fit the frame of the forum. I originally drew it really messily since it was just meant to be a one-off for AU_Kaladin, as you can see when you zoom in. So if you are seriously going to go ahead and make the shirt and need a perfectly smooth version, I can do a cleaner version when I have time on the weekend. It depends on how big you're printing it. I have a tumblr here but it's not completely up to date. I like Veil, and was a bit disappointed by the canon illustration in WoR, since it just looked like a faceless cowboy. Brandon prefers no faces in the artwork so everyone can make up their mind based on their imagination. So I got the itchy fingers and roughly sketched what I saw in my head. I wanted to draw Veil as someone who wasn't as old and hardened as Tyn, but not as soft and cute as Shallan's outward appearance. It took a couple of tries. Prototype Veil 1: Costume Design Prototype: Nothing fancy. I like to do a lot of pencil sketching when trying to get my thoughts and impressions of a character ordered and cohesive. Then I switch to digital because it's easier to work with and edit when colouring and painting. I often go through a few iterations from a scanned paper sketch and it's pretty cool to pick out and see where the finished picture resembles the original, but way, way improved. Navani original sketch: Shadolin original sketch: This was inspired by the Shardplate sketch page in WoR where there was a little Adolin face and *sigh* written next to it. He had his Shardplate helm up with his sweaty helmet hair hanging down over his forehead, and for some reason that detail stuck to me. Probably because it's cute. WoR canon sketch: My finished version: As you can see, I take artistic license and tend to draw Adolin as more cute than the hot "Young Elvis Presley" version that it looks like Ben "Inkthinker" McSweeney seems to favour, I still try to get the details, like the Shardplate, correct. Adolin's helmet has little cat ears, lol. Because you asked, here's some pure Adolin fanservice. This should have been the ending to WoR, instead of Adolin wandering off and ganking Sadeas in the dark. I figured since Adolin's hair is black and blond, and his beard grows in black and blond, his eyebrows would be the same weird colour. It looks weird as heck when drawn, though.