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5/5, would Desolate again. - Odium

Use Dimensional Barrier and declare Fusion monsters. Fused won't be able to pop up for a turn afterwards. Other Floodgates would probably work too. Vanity's Emptiness would be fantastic to side in against the fused. I'm hesitant to say that Necrovalley, Dimensional Fissure, or Macro Cosmos would be good, since we don't know whether the Fused get sent to the graveyard or banished when they are killed. Seeing as Odium technically has to tribute a Parshendi to create a fused, Mask of Restrict may work as well, but we'll need a judge to rule on that one. If you can protect them, Majesty's Fiend and Vanity's Fiend are good choices as well, but less consistent and harder to summon. Kaijus are a bad option here unless you're sure you can OTK. I think the best way to counter Odium's deck is to go first and keep him from getting Everstorm out. That field spell provides ridiculously powerful revival effects and lets him plus like crazy. 3 Ghost Ash and 3 Ghost Ogre are a must.

Finale: Shao Elantris glimmered as sunset fell over the land. Alone, above Kae and the other surrounding cities, it defied the night for only the second night in many years. Of course, last night, everyone had been too afraid to watch it. Too afraid of knives in the night, of the wrath of Shu-Dereth, of death. Tonight, on the other hand... Tonight, beggar-children climbed every rooftop they could find to sit together and watch Elantris grow brighter as the sky dimmed. Tonight, the nobles climbed to the towers of their high mansions or rolled out in extravagant carriages to get a better vantage point. Tonight, mothers brought their children out in the streets to see the miracle, and tell them stories of the olden days. Inside the gates of Elantris, the Four Restorers stood in silence. There was work to be done, far more than Kae dreamed - the walls may have been restored, but the scrolls were gone or half-rotted; those Elantrians who hadn’t already discovered the Well and left were few and far between and still coming to their senses. The walls glowed, but their knowledge had been reduced to nearly nothing. They had not even quite cured Aladdin yet, when a decade ago it would’ve taken a few minutes. That didn’t matter to Kae, though, even if they’d known. Elantris’ return ultimately didn’t mean new miracles and perfect health to them - they’d gotten used to living life without that, in the long years since its fall. But they watched the silver gleam of the walls of Elantris as night fell, and for the first night in many they felt true hope. Kainae stood up, stepping down from the wall she had been facing for more time than she cared to admit. She began walking home somberly. Tears still flowed down her cheeks, and she thought of her “meeting” with herself on the wall a day earlier. She was likely mad, hallucinating, seeing visions of her future self that simply didn’t exist. Perhaps she had deserved to step off the wall when she had the opportunity, giving her compromised mind peace in the afterlife, where she could have gone to join Enelan, at his side, where she truly belonged… No, she said to herself emphatically. You know better than that. She may not clearly understand it yet, but Domi had spared her for a purpose, and she would find that purpose and carry it out. Using the same mental techniques she practiced in ChayShan, Kainae stuffed the morose thoughts of her lover self into the back of her mind, concentrating on her motions, which sped up as she paced towards her house. One, two, one, two… she counted in her head as she rounded a corner. The rhythmic thump of her footsteps and the consistent counting cleared Kainae’s mind, dispelling some of the exhaustion she had felt from kneeling on the wall for nearly a full day. At last, Kainae took the final left turn and ended in front of her house. She frowned. Her easel was still knocked down from the second confrontation with the Cultists over the course of the last several days. She propped it up, gazing at the crumpled paper with a critical eye. Tearing off the first few sheets, which were damaged beyond repair, Kainae looked at the remainder of her easel. It was still hopelessly bent, the paper unable to be reflattened and the easel itself broken in some places. This would not do. With a sigh, Kainae went to her desk, popping open the center drawer and taking out one of her precious canvases, rigid and undamaged. Unsure of what she was really doing, Kainae selected colors. The black of mourning and death and evil. A silvery gray, to represent the moonlight under which the Cultists killed. A deep green for nature, which remained in harmony despite human conflict. And finally, white, the color of hope and light. Then, moved by a sudden impulse, she seized the four colors, taking mostly black and grey, and dumped them into the same cup. Letting the mixture settle and mix for just a few seconds, she poured the contents of the cup onto the center of her canvas. The different colors bled outwards, creating patterns and shapes Kainae had no control over. Letting Domi direct the flow of the paint, she stepped back, watching as the colors mixed and spread. Amazingly, not one drop of paint ran off the edge, an occurrence only explainable by Domi. Or Jaddeth. Thoughts of Enelan quickly sprang to mind again, but she smothered them instantly, refocusing on her painting. It was definitely abstract, Kainae decided. However, two things stood out to her. The coloration was the first: the structure of the gray on the bottom of the painting, the gray-green areas, the black at the top with the strange formation that looked like a bird of some sort. These were the lands owned by the farmer Eoni, viewed at nighttime from the mountains to the east. More specifically, it was his fields, with the strange rock called Eagle’s Jaw jutting out in the middle of them. But why would Domi show her this? Kainae then looked at the center of the painting, where the white paint had formed an Aon. Shao. Change. Transformation. A change may be happening in Eoni’s lands today, she mused, but for an Aon to be in the middle of my painting, there must be some other meaning. Perhaps Domi wished to tell her about a major change in the world? Elantris had been restored, a large change that would produce yet more changes in the future, and maybe Domi warned her of this turbulent time. Or perhaps it was more personal. Kainae herself was changing. She certainly was not the person she was two days ago, when Enelan had been by her side. She was not the fearless Jindo that had chased away the Cultists coming for her. Her love of honor in battle had dwindled since then, after she had fled and run into the other Jindo on the night after. And she was not the artist who sat in her room, alone, painting for hours on end, for Kainae would not be that restful again. She was none of those people, and yet, she saw all of them reflected in her. Lover. Warrior. Artist. Broken. She could transform, had been transforming into something better. Domi would continue her renewal past Enelan’s death. And so would she. But first, something was going to happen in those fields of Eoni tonight. Kainae left her paints behind, and rushed to find out what it was. Eoni sat in the fields as the sun began dipping below the horizon. He had finally found the Aon plate, and had decided to destroy it. He walked through the city, carrying the plate, to Elantris’ pool, and dropped the plate in. The Aon itself disappeared, but the plate remained engraved and intact. Well, that would do. Eoni returned to his fields, where a crowd armed with torches and pitchforks had gathered to face him. They had decided to come to his extraordinarily grassy field, and stopped at its edge. Nigel, who appeared to be acting as the leader of the crowd, spoke. “You’ve been behind the killings! You knew that the Elantrians would see your acts, and you hid from them! Stop this horrid act, and die. We’ve got a message to send to "the Ja”—we don’t accept these sacrifices in this city!” With that, the mob moved to surround Eoni, pitchforks held at the ready. “You really shouldn’t have come here.” Eoni said, and flashed a wicked grin. “These fields are mine!” Eoni dropped to one knee and placed his hand in the soil, then began chanting in a strange language... *** In strolled across the wall of Elantris in the faint light of dusk, the meeting with the others concluded. He passed a guard, who stopped and saluted him crisply. The Elantrian Guard no longer policed the Elantrians, they served them. In made his way to the western portion of the wall, and looked out over the fields that stretched between Elantris and Kae. Down there, somewhere, was the secret tunnel leading out of Elantris that they had discovered last week. They still hadn’t had time to do anything about it, but they needed to do something. Board it up, or at least post some guards there. As In looked down, he noticed something strange about one of the fields. It had been plowed in crazy, twisting patterns. It kind of looked like Aon Shao, but different. Twisted. Different somehow. Suddenly, the fields lit up with an ominous, red light, forming a pattern. It was Aon Shao, but interspersed with strange modifiers- not like the modifiers used in Aon-Dor. They were reminiscent of the patterns the Jeskeri cultists had been using. Shao meant “change,” but this aon had been altered. Corrupted. “That can’t be good,” In said, then began running towards the guard he had passed, calling the alarm. *** Down in the fields, the crops began writhing and growing at a furious rate. Their lush green color faded away, replaced with a soft red glow. Within seconds Eoni was completely obscured by the corrupted crops, and villagers began crying out in panic as the plants thrashed about, leaving burning welts where they touched skin. Suddenly Eoni appeared, dashing through their ranks and swinging a twisted dagger. Villagers cried out in panic and dove out of the way, but Eoni didn’t stop to finish them off. “He went this way!” “After him!” *** The plants pulled away from Eoni as he ran, making a beeline for the rock formation known as the Eagle’s Jaw. Within a couple minutes the formation was in sight, and there, at its base, was the pile of shrubs that concealed the smuggler’s tunnel. Eoni just had to reach that tunnel and he would be in the clear. If the mob tried to follow him he could just collapse the tunnel behind him and bury them all alive. But before he could reach it, Sheodan burst out of the wall of glowing plants and cut Eoni off. Sheodan was covered with red welts from the plants, but his training as a soldier in Eondel’s army had allowed him to ignore the pain and catch up to the escaping Cultist. Sheodan swung his sword at Eoni’s head, but Eoni ducked under the blade and lashed out with his dagger, slashing the soldier across his gut. Sheodan grunted and fell back, clutching at the wound. Eoni growled, and moved to finish the soldier off. “SHEODAN! NO!!!” The voice came from behind Eoni and he whirled just in time to catch a glimpse of the Elantrian ANGUS before he barreled into Eoni knocking him aside. *** ANGUS dropped to his knees by Sheodan, tears forming in his eyes. He began drawing Aon Ien in the air- he hadn’t yet mastered the healing Aon, but he had to at least try to save his dear friend. Eoni grabbed his fallen dagger and scrambled back to his feet. He glanced at ANGUS drawing in the air over Sheodan, tempted to rid himself of two foes at once, but he could hear the sounds of the rest of the mob getting closer- they would be here any second. No time. He turned back to the rock just in time to see another Elantrian, Rhomil, emerging from the secret tunnel, looking surprised and scared of the scene before him. This lone, terrified Elantrian was now all that stood between Eoni and escape. Eoni gripped his bloody dagger and charged forward. *** Rhomil’s took in the horrifying scene in front of him. Corrupted, overgrown plants glowing with an evil red light writhed wildly. Sheodan lay on the ground in a spreading pool of blood while ANGUS tried desperately to get the healing Aon to work. And Eoni, who must be the Jeskeri cultist, rushing towards him with a bloody knife in his hand. Rhomil’s mind raced. He had no weapon- other than Aon-Dor, but he didn’t know any dangerous Aons. He didn’t know how to create fire or stop a man dead in his tracks. All he knew how to draw was Aon Nae, magnifcation- useless- and… He began hastily drawing in the air, his fingers leaving glowing trails in their wake drawing an aon and including the most powerful modifiers he knew. Eoni was getting closer. A dozen paces. Eight. Five. Two. Rhomil finished the aon, then closed his eyes and drew the chasm line. *** Aon Ashe burst alight with a brilliant white light- brighter than the sun. Eoni screamed, blinded by the shining Aon. He swung his dagger but missed and tripped over a rock. He fell and the dagger was knocked from his hand. He searched frantically with his fingers, trying to blink away the afterimage of the Aon burned into his vision. The villagers caught up to him first. As mob seized him and began stabbing him with pitchforks, Eoni gave the best inflamed-throat shout he could. “PRAISE THE JA!" I hope nobody minds the long write-up, we had multiple people contributing to it and since it was the finale we wanted to make it special. @Elbereth wrote the section about night falling on Elantris. @Fifth Scholar wrote the part about Kainae painting, and also made the Shao painting. @Walin wrote a death scene, part of which made its way into the write-up (In his version he gave up way too easily, and I couldn't let that happen, so I changed it and expanded on it. I hope that's alright, Walin. ) If you liked the writeup, make sure to give each of them upvotes! Walin has been lynched! He was the last remaining Cultist! The Jeskeri Cultists have been defeated! Arelon has won! @Devotary of Spontaneity and @Jondesu/ @Kynedath were lovers, and have won by surviving until the end of the game! Vote Tally: Eoni (Walin) (4): ANGUS (Jondesu ), Nigel (TheMightyLopen), Rhomil (Cadmium Compounder), Sheodan (Devotary of Spontaneity) Bill (King Cole) (3): Amati (Kidpen), Eoni (Walin) Straw (Straw) (1): Kainae (Little Wilson) Final Player List: Links Master Spreadsheet Spec Doc Jeskeri Doc Shu-Dereth Doc Elantris PM log GM thoughts to follow in a later post.

***** 5/5 stars Lots of food and evil to destroy. -Nightblood

6/5 Come Destroy Evil with Me Nightblood

0/5 stars. I just have so many issues. It's so wet and rainy, the ground is too hard. You can't travel for very long without having to shelter in fear from one of those Shadows-cursed storms. And fire reacts weirdly??? Like, I get that there's more oxygen and stuff, but really this has gone too far. After I get used to the luxury that is open fire, you go and make it too big and hot and there's all these stupid spren flying around it? No thanks. And I know I mentioned the storms already, but they're just the worst. Loud, keep-you-up-at-night, boulder-crashing storms that leave the ground sticky afterward. Why would that be appealing?? And the highspren just aren't very friendly! They think every human who comes along is going to kill them somehow. I mean, I dislike Cognitive beings as much as the next guy, but honestly I don't see what the big deal with spren fishing is! I just thought that Anticipationspren looked a little tasty, and next thing you know they've locked me up! And on top of that I lost my coat. Please don't send me back here. -Nazh, probably.

I belatedly realized that there's an even cleverer review:: 1/5, Welcome to the Hotel Roshar, you can check out any time you like but you can never leave! - Odium

This is a good thread. And I must support it. Reason 1: My sister has been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, and she has it bad. She is antisocial- does not get along with any of her classmates, doesn't like to talk to people, that sort of thing. There's other stuff, too, like how she doesn't understand people very well, and can be very...blunt. Her attempts at humor tend to be more insulting than funny. I am the only person that she can really talk to, who will understand her. Reason 2: When I was in elementary school, I was diagnosed with ADHD. I can get off-topic very easily, and am sometimes hyper. I take medicine to deal with it. Also, after my sister was diagnosed with Asperger's, my parents realized that I show a lot of the symptoms as well: inability to pick up on subtle social cues, obsessive studying of strange topics, and other peculiarities. I have also experienced depression (of the suicidal kind) too, but managed to deal with it. Thanks for working to bring awareness to the many issues people can face, and some of the worst: the issues within our own minds.

RAFOnium that's Brandon's godmetal right?

I ship Oathbringer spoilers with the Oathbringer spoiler board. Anyone who ships Oathbringer spoilers with the main Stormlight board is wrong. (In other words, this thread is not in the Oathbringer board, so please do not mention Oathbringer content.)

Something interesting I've noticed about Brandon's books is that whenever there is a system of racism or discrimination, the bigotry seems to be rooted in justifiable reasons. For example, on Roshar, the dominant group are the lighteyes, whereas the persecuted or lower group are the darkeyes. It is explained that this is because of the fact that the Knights Radiant had light eyes, and so the people began to associate light eyes with prestige and developed a social order around it. When Kaladin first summons his Shardblade in WoR, his eyes lighten, much to his chagrin. On Scadrial, a similar situation exists with the noblemen oppressing the skaa. At one point Ham wonders philosophically if the differences between the skaa and nobility are legitimate grounds for the oppression of the skaa. These two examples are interesting to me because both of these systems of "racism" or discrimination were originally based in legitimate differences - the Knights Radiants were powerful, strong protectors who had light eyes, and the skaa were physiologically different and less intelligent from the noblemen. I'm not saying that these things justify the social stratification in these societies, but it definitely serves as an explanation, and one that could be easily used to maintain and promote such discrimination. I feel like racism on earth (based on skin color) has no foundation other than historical ethnocentrism, because skin color does not separate people physiologically or by intelligence, but in the case of Roshar and Scadrial, it seems that there were much more legitimate reasons originally for the social separation. Has anyone else noticed that the systems of discrimination in the cosmere seem to have legitimate historical foundations, and what do you guys think about this observation?

Hey there, (fellow) nerds! I've got some stuff to share with you, hot from the JordanCon oven (well, lukewarm at best by now, 'cause it's been a couple of weeks, but still!). Those of you who have either read my recap of the (the second day of the) event, or listened to my recap of the event in the most recent episode of Shardcast will know that one of the awesomest things that came out of JordanCon was Isaac Stewart's workshop on creating Stormlight glyphs. I, along with a few others (notably, @Pagerunner, @Jofwu, and @yulerule) attended, learned a lot about glyphs, created our own (I made the "argent" glyph look like a banhammer ), and I promised to get all of this sweet sweet knowledge into your brains - pending approval by Isaac and the JordanCon team. And this is where the good news come in! I heard back from both parties (I mean, I contacted them both today, so I guess I could've gotten this done sooner, but I am a procrastinator, get off my case!), and we are in the clear! The slightly less good news is that the audio of the workshop, along with the few short video clips I took will take a little longer yet, but you'll get to see them eventually. But before we talk about glyphs, and pictures, and workshopping, some credit is due. Obviously, to Isaac Stewart, art director at Dragonsteel Entertainment, LLC., for creating all of this amazing work. But also to Deana Whitney, Director of Workshop at JordanCon, moderator for Isaac's workshop, creator of awesome cakes, designer of the "Happy birthday" glyphs (seen further down in this post), and a bit of a forum lurker as @DeanaMCW. Without JordanCon, and her specifically, none of this would be happening - not for many many years, at least Now, onto glyph things! You can find all of these in the Creating Stormlight Glyphs gallery album, but I wanted to go over them in greater detail here. First, a doodle Isaac (or, possibly, one of his kids) did in Silk - an artiste sketch, as he calls it. It would eventually turn into the Alethi glyph for "family" - abara, shown further down, but for now it's just a freestyle doodle meant to capture what family feels like. To him, the vertical lines are like "protective tendrils" around an inner "core." And here is the final version of abara, the Alethi glyph for "family": You can see the similarities between the original sketch and the final version. Full disclosure, if Isaac were to put glyphs like this in the canon, he would "straighten them out and clean them up more before they wind up in the books." Interesting trivia about this particular glyph is that, like many other glyphs, it derives inspiration from (ancient) Arabic and Hebrew. For this one, Isaac drew on these languages' words for "family" - 'aylah (Quora told me it might be عائلة, but I have no idea!) and baith is how he pronounced those words respectively, but he also acknowledged that he is probably saying them wrong. A quick check with Peter, and we have abara. Along similar lines, we have the Alethi glyph for "physician" - tafar: Those of you familiar with certain physicians - doctors, you might say - may recognize what inspired this one... But let's move on to the two glyphs here not designed by Isaac. These two come from Deana, but have Isaac's stamp of approval. They read "happy birthday": I'm afraid I don't know what they sound like. And finally, the main handout we used in the workshop - a two-sided printout, Nazh's glyphs page from Oathbringer on one side, and several glyph examples on the other: The first page is nothing new, though it is worth mentioning that both the Oathbringer version of it and this one have one small mistake Isaac mentioned during the workshop - the glyph for "eternal" is actually supposed to be kalak, not kalad (as it appears here). The shape of the glyph remains the same, only the name changes. The second page is a little more interesting, as it does talk about Isaac's glyph creation process, as well as the way the Alethi language qualifies nouns (Bridge Four > Four Bridge). It also includes the Alethi words for the numbers from one to ten, as well as the symbol for zero (though, perhaps, they don't have a name for it?) - a lot, if not all, of which we already knew thanks largely to @Harakeke. What is more interesting about it is that it gives us the translations for all the glyphs from the Ironstance scroll from Words of Radiance! The big glyphs there spell out "Iron Stance", the small ones presumably outline a dueling technique specific to this stance - "stance", "lure", "trap," - culminating with "finish." The red seal/stamp is the symbol of the Calligraphers Guild, as reported by @Jofwu in this post. Technically, it spells Isaac's name (as Izyk), but in-world it wouldn't be that, it would be some Alethi word (presumably) that either stands for or represents the Guild. [There was another image here, but Isaac says it was never meant to be released publicly, so I am taking it down. If you saw it, don't consider anything on it anywhere near canon] Aaand that's it! Man, but have I been itching to share all of this with you guys! So what do you think? Are you thinking about geting all inked up now?

Toll the Hounds is SO MUCH BETTER having just finished what's been written of Karkhanus. Like, I know who these random Tiste are and am much less confused by the goings on with Nemander and company.

WorldhopAdvisor.com/Roshar (NalthisGrrl): Roshar (3 of 5 stars) - Many reasons to visit, but not to eat The weather is famously turbulent, and the food is lousy. Colors, will you miss the food back home! Pack some sandwiches if you come here, because unless you can afford pork (expensive), you're mostly going to be eating bugs of some size or preparation. Even the vegetables have names like "rockbuds". Not kidding! There's also this artifabrially produced thing called "flangria" that feels and tastes like mud, but is served up as meat almost EVERYWHERE. Ugh. I finally made it palatable by giving a melange of spices from T'Telir to this Herdazian woman cooking for me. I told her it was called "Flangria Helper". I might start a small business with this, so, no stealing my idea! On the plus side, Investiture more or less literally falls from the sky. So if you're feeling short of Breath, if you know what I mean, this place can be like a spa to which you'll want to Return again and again.

** 2/5 This stormin' place is purple like a lemon. Zahel

4/5 Divine treatment guaranteed. - Hoid

Creddit to Reddit user CWSt_Nobbs

Hey guys, I now ship Hoidonalsium. And yes, thank for reminding me I'm supposed to be making that.

On a semi-related note, a Mars day is about 25 Earth hours and is called a Sol, and is used for timekeeping with Mars rovers and the like. A Mars year, if I remember correctly, is about 475 Earth days, meaning about 460 (?) Mars days. Edit: Already got 2 reputation so I'm kind of starting to feel guilty for giving off-the-top-of-my-head numbers, here's the more accurate numbers: Mars day is about 24 hours and 39 minutes (and 35 seconds) on Earth. Mars days are divided into 24 Mars hours that are slightly longer than Earth hours. And good thing I checked now, because otherwise you'd believe incorrect information about the Mars year, as I was significantly off: A Mars year is about 687 Earth days, or 668 Sols.

I'm in leadership at my school, and we're in charge of the morning announcements. So I talked the leadership teacher into letting me write some things up about some mental illnesses to put on the announcements. She said she'd also try to set up a spirit day where we all wear green.

Well, I've said it before so I might as well say it again. I like Adolin and Shallan together, so I'm glad that seems to be a thing. As for everyone's favorite brooding Windrunner, my preferences after Oathbringer are still pretty much the same as they were before Oathbringer: 1) Kaladin/Lift -- The similarities between "I will protect those who cannot protect themselves" and "I will remember those who have been forgotten" make me think that these two must have pretty similar overarching philosophies. They're both have a thing for helping others (even at great risk to themselves), they're both big into healing, they just seem like they'd get along well and compliment each other nicely. 2) Kaladin/Syl -- Talk about two people who get along well. Syl very much provides for Kaladin the counterpoint he needs. It's not quite so clear that he's as helpful for her, but he clearly cares for her quite a bit. Honestly, if Syl were human, this would be an easy pick. But that whole "being a spren" thing might cause issues. On the other hand, issues are the foundation of good storytelling. 3) Kaladin/Nobody -- Not every character needs a romantic counterpart, and Kaladin has certainly gotten along fine without any romance worth mentioning so far. I'd rather have nothing at all than some poorly shoehorned-in relationship.

Returning here to add a few tidbits for Arcanum reference. After I made it through the signing line, I went to go visit the folks at Sanderson Trivia to see how that was going. Afterwards, a couple of us went up and spoke to Karen while she had her wiki out. Seemed like a good opportunity to get some things I've been wondering. I'm going to list some tidbits here without much rhyme or reason. Shallan and Jasnah left for the Shattered Plains on "day 6927" (her calendar), which comes to 1173-9-6-2. (she did note that her dates are subject to change if needed) Highstorms apparently come more frequently around Midpeace. We know they come less often around the Weeping, but I don't recall anywhere in the books saying they are more frequent around the middle of the year. There are no storms during Midpeace itself, if I'm not mistaken, so I assume she means the weeks before and after. This last bit came up as Karen revealed that... minor OB Spoilers: Highstorms move at about 370 miles per hour. The Everstorm moves at about 120 miles per hour. Those are somewhat variable of course; particularly for the highstorm. Karen confirmed something Peter told me privately a few months ago: for their Everstorm timing calculations they used a cycle of 9.1 [Rosharan] days. I also noticed that she had Roshar's circumference at 22110 miles, though I don't know how official that is meant to be OR whether that's technically "real miles" or "Rosharan miles". (If it's "real miles", that would give a circumference of 0.888 which is close--but not exactly--the 0.9 number that Khriss mentioned in Arcanum Unbounded.) I may have a few other notes scrawled in notebook margins, but I think this is most of it. Edit: Oh! Two more OB timeline points that she checked for me.

It turned out to be quite handy

I really like the totally unintended, accidental implication you guys made that Adonalsium was Hoid's loved one.

Nightblood

Today I took my final exam in math, I thought I had done well but I failed it and as a result the class. I am reeling, I have never failed a test or a class before, part of me still can't comprehend what happened. The worst part is that I can look back and know what I could have done better, I can see every step that lead me to this point. Knowing that I could have done better but willfully made decisions that made me fail hurts worse than anything I have ever known. I was set to graduate with an associates degree this Friday, now that I have failed math I am not sure if I have enough credits to graduate. I want to blame the professor for writing a hard test or my counselor who convinced me to take a math class I didn't need, but in the end, I know that this was on me. I guess all I can do is try to use this as a lesson to ensure that this never happens again. However, this seems like an empty comfort for it holds no solace for me. I usually try to keep my failure inside, hide my weakness from others so posting this confession is new for me. I think it helps the act of typing this is helping me cut through the haze of emotion, whoever started this thread is awesome. Thanks for listening.

Welcome to the Stormlight Archive Autocorrect! Its a beautiful miserable, rainy day to create a new game on the shard, and I can't wait to would rather run bridges through Damnation than share this idea with you all. Its a game, where one person says a phrase, and the next autocorrects it, Roshar-style. For example, if I said: A flock of birds shot off in fear as a dragon rose into the air, illuminated by the glorious sunrise. The next person would change it to: A flock of birds chickens shot off in fear as a dragon lanceryn rose into the air, illuminated by the glorious sunrise looming highstorm's lightning flashes, juxtaposed against the dreary sky. Very very minor OB spoiler reference: Feel free to use anything Roshar, from chull, to axehounds, to tallew. I'll go first. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Wayne trades sea shells in the Misadventures thread. Whoops, that's not SA. That's just Shard. Shallan coerces a stick by the sea shore. Someone tripped and fell off a cliff.

Hosted by Sazed and Sebarial.

Legion

Granted. The spike put into your Hemalurgic beaver grants it intelligence far suppassing most people's, and with his new intelligence, comes knowledge of the world and what he used to lack, and how alone he is. He begins to harvest spikes to create more of his kind, which eventually turns into a vendetta against humanity when we try to stop him. By the time anyone realises what's happened he's already ammassed a small army of hyper-intelligent beavers inside his doom-fortress of chewed logs as they prepare for their conquest. I wish for an Aviar companion that's been Hemalurgically spiked to be able to talk.

The Made could be the Heralds. In Christian Beliefs, the number seven is a repeating theme. Six is a number the is considered imperfect and is thus alligned with evil, example:666. I think that the numbers 10 and 9 are similar on Roshar. 10 heralds made by Honor and Nine Unmade made by Odium. The Unmade being an imperfect reflection of the Heralds.

Otherwise, series ends. Roshar system is destroyed, everyone is dead, Final page is Hoid floating in space: "rust"

Ooh, just thought of an even better one than my last one for Shadows for Silence.

Mac stepped out of a dark alley. His black cloak flapping in the wind. Man I have missed The one power. He channeled a gust of wind to lift him up, so what was happening over the battle field. If only I could have gotten the Dor working. Filling the cognitive realm with the dor would give him a huge advantage wherever he went. Still, with out the AonDor he wasent completely powerless. He fingered the spikes anchoring his armor to his body. That should protect him from the steelpushers. Hopefully it was enough. Mac sat in the air and started a game of Go with Mack in his mind.

Overall Pacing was good in this! There were a number of emotional beats that didn't land for me, described below, and very similar to what @Mandamon wrote above. After E decides to take action though, I thought things really got moving. I am surprised that the police didn't realize they were deer bodies, not human, so might need some better turn of phrase there. Nice work! As I go - page four: Yeah, Morton can just get punched any time now. Any time. - page five: change in gaze, here, with the 'terrible waste of chiseled cheekbones' - page six: wow, she slides in stealing fast. I have whiplash. She cares for the other woman, right? And she hates Morton? So wouldn't E's first instinct be to think M had done something, instead of her girlfriend? - page seven: I'd think E would fight that suspension more. A LOT more, since she just saw her girlfriend torn apart - page 8: Even with T being an employee (and romantic entanglements aside), as a scientist who has had employees injured, everything STOPS. Machines shut down, rooms shut down, OSHA comes in and it's a huge thing. Emotionally it stays with you a long time, so the whiskey part seems super spot on, but not the 'T doesn't count' thing - E's name is spelled 'eye' on page 8 - page 9: being mad at T seems... not likely? Maybe? Wouldn't E be mourning? Basically emotions seem not intuitive through here - page twelve: not sure 'swarthy' is what you want to use here. Suggest instead being more specific - good ending!

Yup.

I fully expect him to be lopens cousin.

Ah Ok then! Another more toned down series is the Empire Trilogy By Feist and Wurts. The first one is Daughter of the Empire and it is a trilogy.

This. The technology level is meant to be about 1910 New York, but their electrical wires are mostly underground, and technology lags 1910 in certain areas and is ahead in certain areas (especially metallurgy). Let's say that internal combustion engines are at 1910 level, metallurgy is decades ahead, and anything involving electricity is decades behind. Also, I have no idea at all about the current state of medicine. *Pats self on back*