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Cycle 6: Everything that went right goes wrong eventually Papa Randuir pursed his lips. Mama Randuir folded her arms. Both stared at their son cavorting about with his, Dinosaur husband? Who was also a Smedry? “I can’t tell if we raised him wrong or not Mama Randuir.” “He is marrying his own cousin Papa Randuir, that’s usually a sign of odditiy.” “There’s no way we’re blood relatives to a DinosaurI How is Herbert even a Smedry anyway?” Mama Randuir shrugged helplessly. “Infidelity in a previous Dinoman union?” “Oh dearie me, they’re coming this way, smile and act happy for the boy. He is dying on his wedding day after all.” And so, Rand, the boy of Prophecy, Knight of Crystalia, Horrible Dancer, died with a smile on his face, among a very confused family, leaving behind a grieving dino as the heir to all his estates, which mostly consisted of a hotdog stand, comic books, and an Eldritch artifact with world ending power which was mistaken for a beach ball and promptly lost in the ocean. Today was horrible. This was supposed to be a fun adventure, not, this knightmareish walking on brittle glass whatever this is. Jemma and Aaron vanished yesterday, after attacking Rand. Celia was planning on infiltrating the Knights to try and figure out what happened, But then a Knight delivered a letter, stating their apologies. Sir Rand killed Celia’s husband in cold blood, and Sir Rand’s Husband killed Master Namer in even colder blood. He literally ate him! Celia left then. She went with the knights for some business. It’s getting pretty lonely here at the safehouse. Only a couple of us left, and we’re getting more and more surrounded. We’ve got a desperate plan though, and if it works, it should buy us some time. We just have to go incite a mob to violence again. . . . This isn’t at all what i imagined. I want out, but i think it’s too late at this point. Fearfully, Sabaneta Smedry Sabaneta ran. Ran as her life depended on it. It had failed, oh Sands, it had failed. The mob had certainly attacked Herbet, but he’d escaped death, Jedal hadn’t, but the Knights, They’d taken Celia. They’d grabbed her right off the street, and they’d all been seen with her. They needed to hide, and hope that none of them had been seen, otherwise, this might be it. It was all coming crashing down, Sweet Alexandria, why had she even defected in the first place? She skidded around a corner, ducked into an alleyway, and pressed her back against the stone wall, panting from exertion. She desperately listened, trying to catch a sound of armored footsteps coming behind her. But there was silence. She peeked around the corner, but no one was there. She half chuckled, half sobbed in relief, and sank to the ground, hugging her knees against her chest. She dropped her head to her knees and continued to sob. Everything had gone wrong. Jedal was lynched! He was a Freeworlder Herowannabe was Lynched! He has exactly 24 hours to live! Lopen was killed by the Knights! He was a HushlanderKnight Librarian! Randuir expired from his wounds!He was a FreeworlderSmedry with a Talent for Arriving Late and Dancing Votes: Jedal(3): Hero, Yitzi, Steph Hero(3): Jedal, Elbereth, Lopen The cycle ends in: Player List:

OK, so the reason why everyone loves Mistborn so much is because it has a really good magic system, and characters are generally really good. People love it not because the characters who can use the magic are virtually undefeatable, or can beat everyone else, but because of the different ways you can use it, and the ingenuity it takes to use it well, the subtle yet effective push/pull on someone's emotions with brass/zinc, etc. So, in general, people love Mistborn not because it's perfect, but rather for it's flaws, the limits it has. Not sure if I phrased that correctly.

Darkness looked in surprise at the occupants of the room, they all seemed to be regarding the parcel with strange, fearful eyes. Well, someone's got to hit this off.. "..how bad could it be?" He reached for the parcel with trepidation, banishing any worries brought on by the frantic shaking of the partygoer's heads. He raised it to his ear and gave it a little shake, nothing, no sound. "You sure there is something in this @Delightfully Smoak?" "Oh just some useless presents and a somewhat decent prize in the middle" "....riiggght," Darkness looked around at the other people in the room, "What's up with all of you guys?" "You...you don't know what's in there...the unknown...it scares us," came @bleeder's reply. Darkness rolled his eyes, "Pft, unknown, known, whatever, what difference does it make? Once something is known, you still can't really do anything about it most of the time". "Please...you don't know...the things we know. We know this unknown, don’t do it Darkness, we’ve seen this before, nothing good will come out of it," @Sunbird's voice quavered. "Oh hush now, let him open the parcel," @Delightfully Smoak smiled strangely. "I think I will," Darkness said, "Just to piss you all off" And so Darkness ripped off the first layer of the parcel. And lo and behold. Nothing happened Oh well, strictly speaking something happened, but a portal of chaos is technically nothing. (I really need to rush this now, so I'll edit it with more detail later, don't have much tiiiiime >>) ------------------------ They found themselves in a strange warped dimension. Slowly, a realm formed around them, one absolutely desolate of anything, save for the small group of partygoers, Pwwzzzuuu , @Mestiv weakly blew his party horn. "Where are we?" "...It's happening again," @twilyghtsanssparkle whispered. @Delightfully Smoak laughed. "Indeed it is" ------------------------ So just take the parcel whoever, when you open it, go crazy XD I don't want to explain this, and instead am quite intrigued at how you all will respond. Happy Birthday Delightful We love you.

this is kind of how I think of Taravangian and most of his lackeys.

Professionals recommend you see a doctor if this lasts more than four hours. I think you are thinking about this incorrectly. Magic systems do seem to share something with their Shard(s)'s intent, but it's a little more vague than that. Allomancy is about preserving yourself - because the investiture comes from Preservation himself, you are not expending any of your own. Hemalurgy is pretty straightforwardly ruinous. Feruchemy is the balance between these two powers. Awakening is the act of granting, of endowing some form of limited life to objects. Surgebinding is, at least partially, dependent on the Radiant acting with honor (fitting Cultivation on it is a little more difficult, as we don't know much about her, so we'll leave her out for now). And so on. As for the rest of your theory... Honestly, I think it's boring. You put all the known magic systems together, you end up with something that loses a lot of the flavor. Brandon wouldn't do something like this. Allomancy doesn't create investiture - investiture, like energy, can be neither created nor destroyed, only converted to and from. You seem to be aware of this, but I emphasize it because your second point doesn't follow from it - Preservation could, in theory, use up all of his power fueling Allomancers, and this would impose no Hemalurgic restriction whatsoever. Moreover, all of this Preservation investiture will eventually make its way back to the Spiritual Realm and rejoin the Shard (so to speak). The "thing" that opposed Adonalsium has been confirmed to have been the original sixteen Vessels. The Coppermind might be out of date on that regard, as the reveal was made in Secret History, but there is very little room to doubt he correctness of this information. So, considering the power discrepancy between the original sixteen and Adonalsium, the argument that Adonalsium would make himself weaker to them is like saying that evaporating a glass of water from the ocean makes it more easily drinkable - true, strictly speaking, but immaterial. That's a big assumption you are making. Not only do we not know whether Adonalsium's interference would result in a self-Shattering of some sort, we also don't know whether he was "balanced" in the way Harmony is. Not all Shards have a perfect opposite in the way Ruin and Preservation did. Adonalsium's "divine hatred", his Odium, didn't necessarily have to be balanced by a "divine love", for example. So he might have been limited in the ratio of creation/destruction he did, while remaining free to act in other ways.

Rand sat in his comfortable chair, looking out on the village. He hurt a lot. Like, stabbed-in-the-stomach levels of hurt. Not surprising, given that that was where he'd been stabbed and all. And yet, he felt happy. He'd been working hard on first writing a bucket list, and then trying to get everything done. He'd managed to strike off a surprising amount of things already, but he'd never thought he'd be able to get the "watch a dinosaur dance" item done before the end of the day, Rand didn't mind being wrong.

Lol although if anything I would have thought you'd kill me in retaliation for posting a link to an old Richard Simmons dance video.

Herbert stretched and yawned, finally waking up from his nap. As a dinosaur, his naps tended towards the long side; this past one had lasted 2 days. Slowly, he stood on wobbly legs, and his stomach rumbled loudly. He was hungry! Not surprisingly, though. The only things that he had eaten in the past week was a bit of wedding cake. He looked around for someone who looked tasty, and spied Master Namer Smedry cowering behind a bookshelf, while several other individuals searched for him. From the sounds of it, the were looking to forcibly put Master Namer into a coma. Well, if nobody likes the guy anyway, then nobody is going to miss him if I eat him, right? Herbert thought to himself. Herbert let out a blood curdling roar and lunged for Master Namer. Unfortunately the roar tipped off Master Namer and the little man dodged Herbert's lunge. Herb swiped out with a claw but missed again, then snapped his teeth but it was no good. The little man was too spry, and Herbert was too stiff from his long nap. So Herb popped his favorite 80's workout video into the VCR and began his morning stretch and work-out routine. For the next 10 minutes Herb hitchhiked, went round the world, he exited, slid, cheered, sweated, rumbled, twisted, and danced. As he did, his tail smashed into walls, his leaps caused his head to smash into the ceiling, his slides toppled bookcases, and in the end, his clawed foot came down on top of the frantic Master Namer Smedry. Feeling much better about how his morning was going, Herbert picked the little man out of the debris and gobbled him up, then went in search of everybody else. Apparently they had all fled when he had started his workout routine. Herb couldn't fathom why though. To be perfectly clear, I open my Music box, begin to dance, and Kill Master Namer Smedry (Droughtbringer)

Knit while running.

LG33: Term 5, Month 1 - Insanity! Aodhan Breacadh walked into town as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He noticed the passing stares of the students and waved gaily to them, for all the world like it was a summer’s day and he was out on a picnic. He gathered students, trailing him. Maybe it was Glamour, maybe it was simple curiosity, but for whatever reason, he soon turned into the Pied Piper and the students were his to control, dancing to his tune. He walked into the square, cobblestones rough under his feet, Wind enhancing his senses. Students followed him like sheep, until quite a sizable crowd were gathered before him when he stood on the lip of the fountain. “Friends, students, countrymen,” Aodhan said, rich voice amplified so that every person in the square heard it easily and clearly, with just a touch of glamour added in for persuasion. “Lend me your ears.” He smiled, watching the enraptured crowd. They were so easy to play with like this. Such amusing little toys... “I am not your enemy,” he said. “I never have been.” He gestured, blowing the water in the fountain behind him into a spray that sparkled in the sunlight. “I am your ruler. I, and my compatriots, by rights should be Masters of this University and the world. Can you deny our superiority?” He smiled confidently, though privately he felt more like a craftsman delicately carving the final touches into a gem that could break at any second more than a charismatic leader. “I am your leader. I am your commander.” He smiled, grasping Wind before him to refract light and make him nearly glow in the sunlight, unearthly in beauty and power. “I am-” Aodhan Breacadh toppled back into the water. He sat up, quickly, and finished his sentence. “I am a banana!” The students blinked. Then, no longer captivated, a number of yells came from different places, and a sword embedded itself in Aodhan’s chest, wielded by a particularly angry-looking warrior. It was shortly followed by a blowdart in the neck, causing Aodhan’s eyes to roll back into his head as the poison took root, and a knife thrown into one of those eyes from a distance while another arrow took his other eye. The students, meanwhile, mostly ran screaming. “Nah, I was just having a bit of fun,” said STINK. “‘A bit of fun’ is not the same thing as driving students insane,” Varda pointed out. “Isn’t it?” he said, then shrugged. “Alright then. Fun by my standards, at least.” “Unfortunately, such fun isn’t allowed at this University. You are expelled and may never set foot on the grounds of the University again.” “But... I’m still standing here...?” STINK said. Varda grinned. Most people didn’t ask that, and simply walked out of campus the normal way. But the snarky ones got special treatment. She snapped her fingers, and two guards came forward. “This student has been expelled and may not set foot on our grounds,” she said. The guards bodily picked STINK up despite his flailing. “Hey! You can’t-” “And whyever not?” Varda said, as sweetly as she knew how. “You have been expelled. Do not set foot in my presence again.” No one would take STINK. Everyone was too afraid to go near, after what had happened with Aodhan, but he couldn’t exactly find lodging, either, and switching to a new body was difficult when no one useful would venture near. He lived in scrapings on the street, slowly growing hungrier and more desperate. He stumbled into a mercenary one day by accident, and his heart leaped in hope. Not the perfect candidate, since she wasn’t a student, but a sword and a new body would do him some good. He’d take anything, at this point. He latched onto her right hand, starting the process of draining her body. “What in Tehlu-” she yelped. Then she drew her sword - on her right hip, he noticed belatedly - and thrust it into his gut. Thus ended STINK the Skindancer. Aonar went insane and then was killed! A lot! He was a Skindancer who had studied in Naming! Stink was expelled and then killed! He was a Skindancer who had studied in Linguistics! Steph and Stick were elevated! STINK was brought on the Horns and expelled! Stick and Steph were elevated! Term 5 has begun. You have 42 hours to send in any and all actions. Player List 1. Queensteph - Vintish Noblewoman 2. Randuir (Telar Pike) - Yllish Commoner Student 3. Hemalurgic Headshot (Noremac Quwester) - Aturan Nobleman 4. Aonar (Aodhan Breacadh) - Edema Ruh Skindancer in Naming 5. Wilson (Sloan Walker) - Cealdish Commoner Student 6. Straw (Medicus Novis) - Yllish Commoner 7. Paranoid King (William Opuscule) - Yllish Commoner 8. Ornstein (John Springer) - Aturan Nobleman Student in Physicking 9. Jondesu (Vell) - Yllish Commoner 10. Drake Marshall (Greyson) - Cealdish Commoner Student in Physicking 11. Assassin in Burgundy (Jurdaan Longfell) - Yllish Commoner Student 12. Burnt Spaghetti (Dele Fajro) - Vintish Noblewoman 13. Orlok (Locke Alveron) - Cealdish Commoner Insane 14. Magestar (Magestar) - Vintish Nobleman Insane 15. Alvron (Stryker Nox) - Cealdish Commoner 16. Arinian (Darian) - Aturan Nobleman 17. Stick (Stick) - Aturan NobleStick 18. Darkness Ascendant (Balthazar Myrrh) - Yllish Commoner Student 19. Cluny the Scourge (Cluny) - Aturan Nobleman 20. Silverblade (Ryth) - Cealdish Commoner 21. Amanuensis (Esuan) - Yllish Commoner 22. BrightnessRadiant (Amelia) - Aturan Noblewoman 23. Eolhondras (Eolah) - Yllish Commoner 24. STINK - Yllish Commoner Skindancer in Linguistics 25. Hael (Glavion) - Edema Ruh Insane 26. Sart (Titud) - Edema Ruh Insane 27. Joe (Chalks) - Yllish Commoner Insane

I have some more photos from my birding trip to northern Ohio. Didn't want to put them in the first post because it was already image-heavy enough. XD Red-breasted Nuthatch: House Wren: American Woodcock, one of the weirdest and coolest birds I've ever had the pleasure to see: Green Heron: Raccoon: Gray Catbird: Red Admiral butterfly: White-throated Sparrow:

You really have start spending time around here again, Korn Kob. Edit: about the asdf movies, it was only recently that I watched them all. I used to think this one person I knew was really funny, but turns out they just quoted asdf movies all the time.

Here's a couple

So. I am back from vacation. Hawaii was awesome. And I only got sunburned a little! Didja miss me?

Sweet, it's nice to see that his talent for tripping was no match for my killer dance moves (get it? See what I did there?) EDIT: @queensteph, any comment on your husband's death and his hushlander ties?

Anyone else find it ironic that Ati is simultaneously the name that translates as "Hope" and the name of the "god" of raw, untamable, and utter destruction and entropy? Just a thought I had while browsing the aons.

I will unite even those who hate one another, for hatred cannot thrive in unity.

"The next day my thoughts were about as disorderly as a mountain goats rap mixtape of death. Turns out I'd fingered the wrong man, my own brother-in-law specifically. Aaron had disappeared the next day- along with his wife, Jemma. A little digging was enough to confirm this was the work of Kings secret police. Needless to say, this wasn't my greatest monday morning- and now the coffee machine was broken too. I'd resorted to breaking out the Earls grey moonshine from the safety of my impenetrable fort (underneath my desk). Oh, Randuir took a hit too. Randy was a nice guy, with a kind of honesty that was probably more dangerous to him than a tiger with a toothbrush and an assortment of cheeses. I only really knew him through my wife, though now I wish I'd spent more time with him. Apparently he was taken into hospital, arriving late to his death. I turned back to my murder mystery board, with lot's of string interconnecting various things that didn't make sense and didn't really have to make sense because screw the rules it's my board goddamit. Thing is, I'd received an anonymous tip off about these helmets the killer used, which meant I had a new lead to follow up on- and a few of the suspects I'd been eyeing had gone crystal-chameleon. It was time to do some digging, but first.. I'd better run down to the station to collect those marmalade crabs from the disco."

*hugs* *summons Twi's personal cheerleader*

So, here I was getting all ready to tell that I trusted both Lopen and queensteph, and how I was probably going to target one of 3 people who where somewhat active and not cleared in any way. Then I learned that you only get told that you are tripped if you've taken an action. Lopen knew he was tripped. He has also claimed to have no Talent whatsoever, nor would he have gotten any from Umodus. So either the person that told me that he hadn't told Lopen that he'd been tripped was lying, or Lopen and Umodus where lying. Some of these lies where also fairly recent, after it should have been beyond reasonable doubt that Yitizi and I are village. So, luckily I've got a quick and efficient way to check who's lying here. The world was rushing around Rand, as he swayed around in the saddle on Herb's back. He knew that he didn't have much time left in this world, but he didn't particularly care. Herb was rushing around, no, dancing around to a Jaunty tune in the middle of the town square. And Rand was dancing with him. Sure, it was more like swaying around in the saddle and trying not to get tossed, but it still qualified as dancing. This was the last item on his list. He knew he could let go peacefully after this. It made him feel al light inside, as if he was floating through the air. Or maybe that was because he'd lost his grip on Herb's saddle and had been tossed into the sky. Rand prepared for (more) pain as the ground came rushing up to meet him, but something soft broke his fall. Rand slowly stumbled to his feet and looked behind him. There, on the ground, was the detective that had been stalking around town. He'd been in just the right space at just the right time. Poor fellow had been knocked out cold though. In other words: I open my Music box, begin to dance, and Kill Agent Deuce (Umodus)

Don't be too jealous when I tell you this...but I actually got to meet Brandon this weekend. When I told him that WoK was the first book of his I read, he said, "wow, you really dove in head first!" Haha! So, even Sanderson realizes that his Stormlight Archive works are really intense. That made me feel so much better. Then I stole his phone. Totally by accident (I thought it was my sister's sitting there) and had it for like 5 minutes before realizing and returning it. Probably the most embarrassing 5 seconds of my life... me: I accidentally grabbed this phone while I was here. Brandon (looking at me over his shoulder, through the top of his glasses): Yeah, that's mine. Only me, I swear!

First Rock calls the Honor blade "him" does this mean Honor is still in the honorblades? But then makes the same reference to the plateau, which means the oath gates, are (were???) spren? I'm not sure but I feel this MEANS something. Your thoughts?!

T'ra-van-gian and Szeth T'ra-van-gian and Szeth One is a genius (sometimes) The other's insane---

OK, so I was reading the Coppermind when I came across this: Hemalurgy can be used anywhere in the Cosmere[9], as long there is an intent to create a Hemalurgic spike. Hemalurgy can also steal attributes from other forms of Investiture.[10] Hemalurgy can be used on animals. So, a few thoughts. The kandra blessings (iron, tin, zinc and copper - strenth, senses, emotional stability and fortitude and intelligence and memory) give sentience to kandra, which have no prior form of conciousness. Could this mean cows could fly around on metal and talk to other cows, and eventually take over mankind as the top of the food chain and claim dominion over the land, plants and animals? Personally, I think this is a bit of a long shot, but still. Since the magic focus of Scadrial is metal, and Ruin resides on Scadrial (in the form of Harmony), would all Hemalurgy throughout the Cosmere be done with metal? Or would it be done with the magic focus of the planet in question? If so, what about on planets that aren't Shardworlds (I mean, there have to be at least a few, right?), would you have to use metal, or the magic focus of the nearest Shardworld? If trying to Steal surgebinding from a KR, would I have to stab the spren as well as the person to get the surgebinding abilities? I think the first parts are plausible, but if asked, Brandon would probably reply with a RAFO. It says that Hemalurgy can be used anywhere in the Cosmere, but never says that it can't be used anywhere else. Think of what people could do with this kind of stuff! Epics would be lying in the street, dead, because people want their powers. Anyone could become an Epic! Rithmatists would no longer be special, and would probably be hunted by people who wanted their powers. I mean, yeah, you could just set up a ton of lines of forbiddance to stop anyone from crossing, but they don't last forever. This leads me to my next point. What would happen if someone had a copper spike, but then someone else spiked them with a different spike, then put that inside themselves (that sounded really wrong)? Would they get the intelligence of both people, or just the one they spiked, and to get the other one they had to take the spike out and put it in themselves? Creating a Hemalurgic charge requires physical injury, but death is not a requirement to charge the spike.[2] This would leave the donor in a similar spiritual condition to a Drab, but in a worse condition OK, so we already know that the way hemalurgy works is by taking part of someone's spiritDNA and putting it into someone else. However, the person it was taken from is not required to die. So, part of the person is gone, and since hemalurgy=ruin, and ruin is ruin, the person who remains is probably someone who's had all the good sucked out of their lives, leaving a person with depression, hopeless, etc. kind of like what happens to a person when they are subject to the Dementor's Kiss, but still has a soul, and so can do stuff, but probably in an evil-got-nothing-to-lose-so-i-can-do-anything kind of way. Remind me to stay away from them. There were probably a few more things I was thinking of, but for the moment, I've forgotten them. So for now, this is all you've got, but it's pretty ggod stuff, if i do say so myself. Anyway, thanks for reading this.

Thanks, guys! Also, @Mistrunner, I know this is a bit belated, but I've also been compiling the chapters over on Quotev, if that's easier.

Cycle 5: Death is not the end, but it sure ain’t the beginning. Jemma hugged Aaron tightly, and smiled. He kissed her forehead, smiled back, and then they parted ways, each to where they needed to go. She didn’t know where Aaron was going, but she had business elsewhere in the city. Once she was out of sight of her husband, all pretenses of being a lovely young girl were gone. Her posture changed, her smile vanished, her face darkened. Anyone who saw her now would turn, whistle, and pretend that they hadn’t seen anything on the darkened streets. She made her way through the twists and turns of the city, until she reached the safehouse where she had left her armor and sword. She donned them quickly, including the face concealing Helmet, and exited the building. Now she had a posture that said ‘move out of my way, “Official business, no need to ask questions, move along.” It was a very expressive posture. She marched through the city, attracting the occasional glance, but otherwise going ignored. The house she eventually arrived at was a small affair, filled with superstitions. An iron horsehoe hung above the door. Lines of holly and salt crisscrossed the windows. A small mound of purple sand was piled against the single tree in the yard. Rand was quite obviously a man who believed in more than the world accepted. Jemma stepped up to the door, unsheathed her sword, and pounded on the door with one armored fist. “Open up in the name of the King!” She took a step backwards, and grasped her sword with both hands. The was the sound of breaking glass from inside the house, and a muttered curse. Something else fell. She raised her eyebrows as the sounds of breaking boxes and dishes continued to get louder, trailing whoever was walking to the door. Finally, someone fell against the door, and muttered an apology. The wooden door cracked open, and a single eye made itself visible through the crack. “Yes?” Jemma’s crystal sword rammed through the wooden sword and the unarmored man with equal amounts of ease. There was a long ragged gasp from the other side of the door as she withdrew her sword, shifted her balance, and kicked it down atop the man. There was another groan, and then silence. She reached down, grabbed the largest piece of the door, and pulled it off him. It was definitely Rand, with a gaping hole in his chest, and developing bruises on his head. She removed her gauntlet, and felt at his neck for a pulse. Nothing. She allowed herself a smirk, before turning and leaving the house. She smiled as she made her way home. Life was good, and everything was proceeding according to plan. And then a Burlap bag was suddenly over her head, and four hands were wrenching her arms behind her back as her knees were both kicked in from behind. She struggled, but was professionally tied up, and lifted into a shoulder carry, still blind. Her armor made it difficult to feel anything beneath her, but she had a suspicion at who it was. A ten minute jog later, she was dumped unceremoniously to the ground, then forced into a kneeling position. The bag was ripped off her head, and she heard a familiar gasp from beside her. Aaron was tied and kneeling next to her. In front of them sat a trio of Knights scowling down at them both. “Aaron and Jemma Thelion. We have irrefutable evidence that you two are Hushlander Agents, and guilty of Murder, Inciting a Mob, Espionage, and Shoplifting. How do you plead?” “Preposterous!” Aaron sputtered. “We’re innocent of all of that! Actually wait, what was the shoplifting charge?” “A 7 pack of hot dog buns.” “Ah, well, yes, that one I will admit to. But not the others!” Jemma looked at him in surprise. “You stole hotdog buns?” “Not really important Dearest. We need to focus on the crimes we’re innocent of. To which point I ask, why are we being held here, we have rights!” The Knight in the center lifted a scroll. It bore the seal of King Dartmoor. “This writ allows us to execute the two of you without rights, and without ever revealing the execution took place. It wouldn’d do for the public to know that a high ranking member of the Knights of Crystalia was a Spy and a Murderer. You two will simply vanish, and no one will ever no where to.” “Oh” Aaron looked momentarily confused, then brightened. “But you don’t have any evidence! You can’t execute us without evidence, surely?” The Knight smiled confidently. “Bring in the Witness!” A door behind them opened, and Jemma craned her neck to see who was walking in. Her heart sank as she realized just how royally shattered they were. “First of all, Really rude to stab me without saying Hello.” Said Rand, not dead. “Second of all, really rude to just leave me there. What if someone stepped on me?” “I didn’t stab you,” replied Aaron, confused. “I’m so sorry Aaron, I did.” Jemma looked down at the stone floor, unable to face her husband. “I’m sorry for getting you mixed up in this. But this is the end for me. I did all those things they accused us of. Well, except for the shoplifting.” There was a silence after her statement. A kind of silence that could not be broken by a joke, or a laugh. The kind of silence that could be only broken by tears or yelling. Aaron broke it with a sigh. “I know. I knew all along Jemma. I’m sorry too.” She blinked, snapping her head up to star at him. “What? You knew?” “I loved you enough to ignore it. I wanted to save you, but, i didn’t have enough time, so, Sorry.” “As touching as this is,” interrupted the Knight, “I don’t believe a word of it, and We’re executing both of you. Do either of you have any confessions to make?” Jemma turned back. “Please, my husband is innocent, he’s not a hushlander, let him live.” “Sir Knight, My wife is lying, I admit to all the accusations. I will die with my wife.” “Aaron, no!” “Glass Shatter it, you two just shut up, I’m tired of this romantic talk. If i want to see kissy faces I talk to Sabaneta. Goodbye.” He rose, the chair scraping against the floor as he turned and strode from the room. Two knights behind them pulled out their swords, and began to approach. Jemma tuned them out, and focused on Aaron. “I’m so sorry Aaron.” He smiled. “I’m not. I treasured every moment with you. I love you Jemma.” “I love you too.” Rand was attacked by Hushlanders. He will die at the end of this cycle. Brightness Radiant was killed by Knights. She was a Hushlander Knight! Ecthlion was Lynched. He was a Freeworlder! Votes: Ecthelion III(7) Randuir, Yitzi, Drought, Unodus, Lopen, Queensteph, Brightness Lopen(1): Ecthelion Player List:

Listen. Please. I'm sorry I have to leave you this way. I wish, dearly, that it could have ended any other way. I have tried my hardest to live. To live, for you. And I have lived, if only to see the day where you turn around, where it all turns around. Do you remember when we first met? Two innocent lovers in a library as death and chaos raged around us. It seemed as though everything was possible. Tell me, Jemma, was that so long ago? Neither of us can stand pure. But one of us will not forget. I will remember you. I will love you. ...forever... ... ... Here. You dropped this on that day. You drew it yourself. will you remember me?

I think Kelsier went there largely selflessly. His actions fit his survive! philosophy, helping the people who were vulnerable. The Basin is too perfect, as Harmony has said (they haven't developed radio or advanced farming techniques because they haven't needed to, life has been easy). Southern Scadrial is the opposite, life was extremely hard and by giving them some way to keep going, they're forced to develop technologies to make life easier (necessity is the mother of invention). I think Kelsier went there either at Harmony's suggestion or by his own initiative to balance things for the Southern Scadrians, to have two different civilisations developing different ways for the betterment of Scadrial. I think that's why ettmetal is only found there, too give the Southern Scadrians a chance to develop technologies that rival, in different ways, the magics and technologies of the Basin. That's not to say Kelsier wouldn't also capitalize on the opportunity by having access to his own ettmetal.

I think High Prince Sebarial would be my choice. I hope he gets more attention in the next book he cracked me up. Not sure what order but prob light weaver considering he spent a lot of time with Shallon

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WoK finale spoilers:

Suddenly The International Federation of Library Associations and Institutions feels a lot more ominous than it should.

This seems... beyond tenuous. The Shards' mandates are all fairly common attributes and emotions, it's not difficult to find people who represent them, especially if you filter their description through a lens of that mandate. And even then, I disagree with some of your choices. But even if I didn't, what you are doing is fitting the evidence to fit your "theory", and that - to me - is just not sound theorycrafting.

Important note: This list would be far less complete if not for the efforts of everyone who helped me compile it. Specifically thankyou to: Awesomeness Summoned, Delightful, Argent, PorridgeBrick, Kurkistan, Quiver, Green Hoodie Mistborn, Senor Feesh, Observer, ccstat, Swimmingly, Alvron, Metacognition, The Only Joe, GreyPilgrim, Aether, jasonpenguin, Mailliw73, Moodle, Tempus, Baine, Kobold King, LeftInch, Sir Jerric, Tensoon, Ashiok, Theorymaker, Seonid, Shaggai, TheYoungBard, Curiosity, Snoopy, Voidus, Frosted Flakes, Kasimir, Shallan. (Let me know if I missed you.) Hokay, for those who want to know the ranks, I looked through everyone who had at least 10 posts. Here are my findings. 10000+ God Beyond 9000 9999 Adonalsium 8500 8999 Hero of Ages 8192 8499 The Broken One 7800 8191 Shard 7500 7799 Splintered Shard 7200 7499 Splinter 6800 7199 Dragon 6400 6799 Stormfather 6000 6399 Herald 5700 5999 Sliver 5350 5699 Nightwatcher 5000 5349 Worldhopper 4750 4999 God of Color 4500 4749 Lord Ruler 4250 4499 Unmade 4096 4249 Dawnshard 3761 4095 Prime 3500 3760 Lerasium Mistborn 3250 3499 Bondsmith 3000 3249 Voidbringer 2750 2999 Knight Radiant 2500 2749 Most Ancient 2250 2499 Steel Inquisitor 2048 2249 Mistborn 1900 2047 Tarachin Superstar 1800 1899 Dawnsinger 1700 1799 Rambleman 1600 1699 Savant 1550 1599 Gerontarch 1500 1549 Midnight Essence 1450 1499 Listener 1400 1449 Enefel 1370 1399 Kalad's Phantom 1338 1369 Compounder 1337 So l337 Hoid Can't Compete 1300 1336 Surgebinder 1260 1299 Radiant Squire 1220 1259 Kandra 1180 1219 Twinborn 1145 1179 Returned 1111 1144 Scadrian Waffle Cook 1080 1110 Stone Shaman 1050 1079 Cryptic 1024 1049 Honorspren 1000 1023 Sentient Awakened Object 980 999 Truthless 950 979 Highprince 920 949 Worldbringer 890 919 Full Feruchemist 860 889 Full Shardbearer 830 859 Shardbearer 800 829 Seer 777 799 Spinner 760 776 Wyrn the King 730 759 Elantrian 700 729 Originator 667 699 Svrakiss 666 Torturer of Heralds 650 665 Shade 625 649 Soulcaster 600 624 Forger 575 599 Dakhor Monk 550 574 Lord Prelan 512 549 King's Wit 496 511 Son of Honor 475 495 Vanisher 450 474 King's Tester 425 449 Ghostblood 400 424 Envisager 375 399 Artifabrian 350 374 Ferring 325 349 Stormwarden 300 324 Bloodsealer 278 299 Silent Gatherer 256 277 Misting 225 255 Arbiter 200 224 Gyorn 180 199 High Prelan 160 179 Oldblood 145 159 Cobalt Guard 128 144 Hazekiller 110 127 Forescout 100 109 Houselord 90 99 Babsk 80 89 Prelan 75 79 Arteth 70 74 Idrian Monk 64 69 Obligator 56 63 Lighteyes 50 55 Grand 45 49 Noble 40 44 Crew Leader 32 39 Ardent 25 31 Pahn Kahl 20 24 Awakened Object 16 19 Noble-Blooded 10 15 Bridgeman 7 9 Spearman 5 6 Darkeyes 2 4 Skaa 0 1 Spren --- -1 -2 Negaspren -3 -5 Lifeless -6 -10 Hoed -15 -19 ? Beheaded Inquisitor -20 -24 ? Rotting Chull Carcass -24 -25 Lamespren -26 -100 Zucchini -101 and below Chasmfiend Corpse Note: negative reputation titles are no longer obtainable due to downvotes having been removed. I'll update this as we learn more We now know them all! I like the new levels. Good work Chaos Please don't ask me how long that took. Current lowest Unknown rep: nonexistent. We're so close to getting them all =D Edit: Wooohooo first popular post Later edit: For the record, at the time I added that comment 10 rep was a little more exciting Another edit: The lower rep ranks have changed at some point, I don't know where all of the new boundaries are yet.