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Here’s my masterpiece. I’ll be in the class for a little bit longer, but I think the teacher wants to erase it at the end, so if you want clarifying pictures ask really quickly while I can still take them. (I’d spoiler for size, but I’m not sure I can on mobile, or if I could it would be hard.)

Acacia Smedry walked into the office, whistling. Her interview with the Scholar's Guild woman had apparently gone uncommonly well. Truth be told, Acacia had not expected to get this job. The Guild person was probably desperate for employees to be hiring a Smedry to do desk work. She looked around the office critically. It seemed like a standard workplace, from what little experience she had with standard workplaces. Desks were scattered about, and a printing press clanged in the other room. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she had her own little room in the back, with a plaque on the door that read "Editor". She nodded, staring around the room, and set to work. The first thing she did was flip the "now hiring" sign in the window upside-down. A cliched move, it was true, but one that would really bother some people. Then she shoved a few desks so that their corners jutted into doorways, and switched all the chairs. Whoever had stocked this place hadn't bothered to get a matching set of furniture, so it wasn't hard to arrange all the chairs to be the wrong sizes for their respective desks. As a final touch, she pried off the "Editor" sign from her door and stuck it to the break room. There was more to be done, of course, but this would be a good start. She sat on a desk by the door and began to watch for the arrival of other employees. (I'm going to tag everyone in the PM so that it's possible to find this thread) @Sorana @Gears @Arlin @AonEne @Voidus @Ashbringer @Invocation @MetaTerminal

Nael and Aleva were both slaughtered by the DA. The End.

Ooh. I'd missed that WoB tidbit... Interesting...! So in Oathbringer, they finally translate the Eila Stele from the Dawnchant: The singers had worshipped Honor and Cultivation, who commanded them to allow Odium-worshipping human refugees with Void-based Surgebinding powers to come live on Roshar. To the writer, that betrayal extended to "gods and spren, stone, and wind" as the agents of the betrayal of the singers, not victims of betrayal by the humans, setting the stage for the reversal of gods and the creation of the Fused and Thunderclasts that led to the Oathpact. But then the Stormfather elaborates that the Recreance was more based on fear of triggering Ashyn II: The Dawnsharding of Roshar: Some action of Honor had previously "supported" the KR to keep them "righteous", without which support he knew, and even promised (and that means something extra from Honor!), that they'd Dawnshard up the place as they'd done before. (You will embrace the Dark Side. It is inevitable... It is your destiny!) So... What if Dawnshards aren't physical weapons now hidden away somewhere, but some kind of Sixth Ideal level of Surgebinding, bringing them close to the power level of a Shard of Adonalsium? A bit like the momentary Ascension the Lord Ruler experienced in Mistborn?

The interns entered the cruelly bright room. The light of the fluorescent bulbs above them reflected against the laminated safety memos they clutched, revealing words that could only be dragged from the darkest depths of a tortured soul. They laid out their memos upon the floor, arranging them in a complex sequence unknown by all but the greatest of the occult. Signs were placed in carefully chosen locations, warning those who entered of the danger of their blasphemy. With this task done, the final of their preparations were complete. One of them walked to the wall and carefully turned the light switch. The lights faded, their cyclopean buzzing replaced by absolute silence and the mute glow of the emergency exit sign. One of them opened a book, it’s cover beaten with the passage of time. On its spine was written the words “Dark Alley Health and Safety Code.” It was an ancient scripture, first inscribed into text by the Mad Inspector Arnold Smith. Within this codex lay the power to summon the great ones from the space between the Alleys, and rend reality itself into tatters. The first began at a whisper, “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cam R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” The others repeated the phrase, their voices echoing into the eternities. The refrain was chanted again, then again. Over and over the words were repeated, the utterances seeming alien in the mouths of mortals. As did the screams that soon followed. One by one, the interns crumpled to the ground, the presence of divinity crushing all that remained of their souls. As they lay on the ground writhing, a light billowed forth from within the pentagram both dark and bring, black and white. The edges of a figure soon appeared, hinting at a form that stretched beyond human comprehension. The figure took its first hesitant step in eons, then confidently strode forward, is appearance solidifying as it did so. It was that of an average looking man, with a simple haircut. On him was a rather ordinary suit, and in his right hand he held a clipboard that could alter the destiny of the planet and all who walked upon it. “You may know me as Memobringer the terrible, the Final Inspector, the Unjust Policy, and the Greatest of Firings. Upon my shoulders rests a weight greater than even Atlas’, that of managing the paperwork of the most dangerous guild in the universe. My name is Cam, and someone has committed a safety infraction.”

>> Welcome to the A.C.E. Records Database. Please enter qualifications. --------- Deb Stancel closed her laptop and rubbed at her temples, squinting into the bottom of her cup and wrinkling her nose at the light dusting of coffee grinds sitting there. She glanced at her watch - a real watch, none of those absurd fabrial devices some Rosharans swore by - and sighed. Half-past nine. With one final glance at her watch, Deb rose from her desk and tugged at the end of her uniform jacket. It was a deep olive green with orange trim, and it matched her pants. Indeed, it matched nearly everything in her cramped little office, as was fitting. This was Alleycity Excavation, and those were Alleycity Excavation's colors. If she was lucky, she'd find a few more competent souls to pad ACE's ranks today, and a few more orange and green coveralls would get churned out for them. No such thing as luck, she reminded herself, smoothing her hair as she rounded the desk and headed for the door. She needn't have bothered; her hair was already as smooth as a sheet of ice, her bun a perfect ring of blonde. A place for everything, and everything in its place. That was how things got done - that was efficiency. And if Deborah Stancel was one thing, she was efficient. She slid a clipboard and pencil off the end of her desk before turning the knob on her door and walking out into the hallway. People scurried this way and that, accountants, engineers, pencil-pushers. They bobbed their heads to her as she passed them, and she returned each nod with one of her own. Smaller, of course, but still. Decorum was to be rewarded. Everything in its place. As she neared the large meeting room at the end of the hall, she spied Farren, one of her assistants. He gave her a deep nod, then straightened up to look her in the eyes. "Ma'am," he said briskly, awaiting her reply. The corner of her mouth quirked up just a bit. "Good morning Farren. Has anyone arrived yet?" "Not yet, Ma'am," Farren said. "Though, it is only nine thirty. The recruitment ad specified a ten o'clock start time." "Nine thirty-six, to be precise," Deb corrected. "It is always important to be precise, Farren. Still," she said, catching him before he could apologize, "you are right. Arriving too early is inefficient. Let us wait then, and see who has answered our call." Farren looked at her, a question in his eyes, though he did not voice it aloud. Deb sniffed a little. "Speak, then. I can practically hear you thinking." Her assistant blushed a bit, but did as he was told. "Waiting, well, it just seems a bit... dramatic for you, Ma'am." Deb raised an eyebrow at Farren, almost cracking a true smile at the young man. "Contrary to popular opinion, Farren, I am human. Allow me this one failing." Farren blushed deeper and cleared his throat. "Perhaps I should go in and, um, wait for you then, Ma'am. Let the applicants know what to expect. If... if, um, that's alright with you, of course." Deb jerked her chin at the door. "Best not to keep them waiting then," she said, and watched as the young man slipped gratefully into the meeting room. She would have laughed, but then, it was not the time for laughter. Not here, not now. Not with what was at stake. Whatever is down there, we'll need all our wits about us. All the wits we can get. Laughter was for later. For now, she waited.

I agree there's no way they've just sent someone to bond the Nightwatcher. For one, I don't think they necessarily know that the Nightwatcher is a spren and/or one of the Bondsmith spren. For another (more important, imo) it's not like you can just send someone to walk up to the Nightwatcher and say "Hey pal, please let me bond you!" This has to be a huge and significant event, similar to Dalinar bonding the Stormfather. This would be the same with the "Sibling." The only chance I see of the Nightwatcher or Sibling being bonded off screen is if a complete outsider who is unknown to our main heroes is to show up as sort of a rival to Dalinar who has been living somewhere far away (maybe one of the Shin?) who has totally different ideas as to how the Knights Radiant should operate. Then, it would make sense and that person would have been sort of a parallel Dalinar who was rising up in another part of the world. I also think it is likely there will be a lot more Radiants in Urithiru by the time Book 4 rolls around. We are going to have to get to the point where we don't learn about every single Radiant individually and it seems like that point makes sense to be now. There are something like 5-10 radiants in Urithiru now, I expect by the time of Book 4 there will be 50-100. I would guess that most of the orders will have at least a few members showing up similar to how Malata showed up with only a little introduction introducing the Dustbringer order. There may be a few orders where the Spren are intentionally holding back and not allowing themselves to bond. I think one possible plot of Book 4 could be an investigation into why some orders of Radiants are starting to populate while others aren't.

Moash looks like he’s trying to do a rapper thing.

Deteca stared at the paper tiredly, blinking to ward away the demon of sleep that really wanted to drag her down with it. It was late at night, a day after the attack on the city and the subsequent defeat of Ajax and his forces. She was in her room in TUBA’s main base, grateful that the defenses had held up during the mob of Investiture and insanity. The desk before her was strewn with papers, ranging from lists she didn’t want to look at, communications she didn’t want to answer, and notes she’d written that she didn’t want to think about. Should she see a doctor about her strange shock symptoms? How many TUBAists could be helping with the reconstruction efforts at once, and where? Where were her parents? No, that wasn’t right. She knew where they were. What she didn’t know was how she was going to get them back. Deteca groaned softly and pressed her palms into her face. She couldn’t think straight enough for this. Letting her hands fall back to the table, she braced herself against it, seeing that dead young girl in her mind’s eye just after her moment of victory. For a second, her face flickered, becoming not Zaphiris after all but another young girl, limp and empty, crumpled on the ground. Whole, not bleeding, but just as dead. She tried to refocus on her work, latching onto a new piece of paper. Surprise pricked her through her exhaustion when its contents registered, because this was something she actually did want to deal with. Scrounging under a damage report to grab her phone, she thumbed buttons until she got to the correct place. Deteca entered Zokora’s number and saved it as a contact, almost smiling. Slightly more invigorated, she started to make progress again on that infinite war of paperwork.

Something like Dalinar's Statement, I am Unity? Plausible. And very interesting. Beautiful. May you forever title all of Brandon's books.

He started writing part two but stopped because Navani left him unsupervised and he wanted to get a few novellas out of his system.

Lift would disagree.

Mac stood next to the front door in number 12 Donovan Avenue. After about 3 months of hard work he had bought and renovated an old brownstone, turning it into a boarding house for various citizens of the city. He peeked his head out the window, grimincing when he saw the damage outside. Even in one of the better protected parts of the city, it was still a mess. There were only 10 rooms, so not enough for everyone who needed help. But maybe he would be able to provide a shelter for a few people, and give them a little help. A little protection was better than none. Moving to his office, he sat down at his desk, hoping that people would show up. ===========

So there’s something I really need to get off my chest. I originally didn’t bother correcting people on this because I honestly didn’t expect to fit in so well here and become so invested in this community. But eventually I didn’t correct people soon enough and things spiraled out of control and it would have been too awkward at that point to correct them. That wasn’t ok of me, and I am very sorry. What I’d like to say is that I’m female, always have been, always plan on being. Again, I’m extremely sorry I went so long without correcting this and will make sure to do so in the future.

If you guys can recognize who this is with her hair up, my life's goal will be complete. I'll reveal the rest of the drawing after someone guesses correctly. Remember, no blind guessing, you gotta have a reason.

And Lunamor

"The world is ending- just look out your window," the TV says. Your little sister, Suzy, hops out of her chair and runs to the window. "A meteor will strike in 1 day exactly, 23 hours and minute now" continues the TV. Your father gets up as well, walking to the window. Looking up, he confirms the news. "Well. Guess that settles it, doesn't it?" You hop out of the car and look up at the building. House #88372-AZ, its name a product of the original governing attempt. Your neighbors, and worst enemies. After they kidnapped your dog and sacrificed it to the sun, you kidnapped their dog and wrote a hate letter in blood on their wall. The feud had continued since, escalating from the petty dog murders to things like stealing cake of all things. Since civilization had fractured a few hundred years ago, governments had tried to reform, but instead all that happened was a renewal of news stations over the entire world. Your family climbs out around you. As one, you turn to the door and pull out knives, all but your father. He instead takes out an ax and busts down the door. An hour later, you emerge from the house with the things you need. Inside, 2 corpses lay dead, with 2 others kneeling over them. You dump the last of your gasoline into the car as everybody piles in. Driving off, you look at the fancy remote you found, labeled PUSH IN CASE OF EMERGENCY. You shrug. What could go wrong? We're all going to die anyway. You push it. 20 miles away, in the only remaining nuclear silo in the world, the roof opens. Smoke billows out, clouding around the tower. Slowly, then faster, a rocket emerges, shooting into sky towards the giant rock. Suzy points towards the window for the second time that final day, noticing the large rocket shooting through the sky. It slams into the meteor, which breaks into a million pieces that all, by pure random chance, fly away from Earth. Instead, they fly off towards the sun. On their way there, a certain large planet known as Mars gets in the way. The meteor fragments hit it, knocking it out of orbit. About 2 and a half years later, Mars on a direct intercept course for Earth. You walk into the court, resigned to your fate. After that day where you saved the world, fractured countries made one last push for reformation. They succeeded, and with what tenuous control they had, began to rebuild the world. Starting with justice. Since you claimed to have saved the world, they started with you. They didn't get very far before Mars smacked right into to Earth and blew it into a thousand pieces of molten rock. You live in a world where nobody talks, but not because they can't. Anything anybody says gets twisted and warped by a mysterious cult with magic powers until it becomes a twisted nightmare of reality. This has been happening for 2 years now.

60%!

The way its presented in the books comes across as Common belief and/or hearsay. But we see nothing in the books that says either is true. Compounding doesn't require a continuous tap. The strength in compounding is the ability to store the excess product of burning so that you can have as much of a trait available as you want. Other than that line about adverse effects of stopping, we see nothing else in the books anywhere to imply that's the case, and I'm very skeptical. For one thing, Brandon has no plans for Feruchemical Savantism and says, after alloy, that he's never written one. So miles wasn't a Savant... And if he's not a Savant why would stopping be an issue? I can see arguments for a psychological addiction, or the risks of his perception having removed his ability to feel pain causing major health risks... But he should have functioned just fine.

The balance between Ruin and Preservation is extremely delicate and easy to disrupt. When balances are disrupted the result tends to be violent.

Everything went full circle eventually. As the robotic conqueror turned to slag Max landed from his jump, the force of the missile explosion throwing him to the side. Wind raced past his face, throwing his hair in wild directions. Slamming Sethramir down to anchor himself back to the ground Max reflected the battle. Reflected how it was all over. Here he was, on a rooftop as a War was won below, all lights quenched for the invaders. Remember when you used to be so terrified of hemalurgy? He asked himself. When he would run into a different room, whenever Silphio would try to talk to him. When he had had nightmares of creatures with spikes, and now he was here. This victory was different from when he had overcome his fear of Hemalurgy facing against Atticus. For 17 years, Max had hoped he could help, had wished he could’ve done more than stand by as AlleyCity got destroyed in the Seven Day War. And now, he’d fulfilled that wish. It was like he had solved everything that had been bothering him all these years. Closure. Everything going full circle. What was once a scared child on a hemalurgic warzone was now a man who had been facing off of Conquerors. And both times, he had had Sethramir in his grasp, once as an item given to him from a hero fated for death, and now for him. Now, his own weapon. Max. Sethramir. It was glowing. It felt warm, and as Max reflected it began to shift. It became slimmer in his hand, more streamlined, a tip appearing at the front and its swordlike stature ascending to something more. Max. When all was done a glowing spear lay in Max’s hand, and he looked down upon it with contentment. He had made peace with his life, with all the trials, all the battles, because it was he did. It was what they all did. Such a big day, from Vesuvius, to the Phoenix, to this. He had made peace with his power, the dilemma of whether to control or not. Of whether it was ethical. Max. And as Sethramir’s voice drifted into his ear, a soft tune to contrast the sharp sounds of a battle ending, Max realised. All this time, he had been asking Devaan how to do this, how to unlock Sethramir’s full potential. As wind began to swirl around Max, throwing up dust, he realised he had been thinking about it all wrong. Sethramir as a spear was aerodynamic and smooth in his hands, and he shifted the spear around in a sharp turn, his experience with a staff showing and sending a plume of sharp wind into a wall, crumbling it to ash. Now you understand. Hello, Max. Hello, Sethramir.

It was more than a relief when all at once Gati’s power soared back to her, Negating everyone around her in a wave. She held them far from her and Truth easily now, letting them move a fraction of the way toward her, not even close to a full step, before undoing it, and keeping them in a loop of that like bubbles popping. The goddess let out a quiet laugh at the rush of power, though she quickly stifled it. As good as it felt to be normal again, this wasn’t the right environment to be laughing in. He managed to carry Truth outside of the tent; they were spotted by one man, but Gati simply reversed his movements until he had turned a corner and was out of their view. He pushed back the soldier’s thoughts even further, to leave him just slightly confused, and used that time to get Truth out of the camp and behind a tree. Anderson would recover on his own. The best thing for both of them would be Negation finding the other deities and warning them of Entropy’s betrayal as quickly as possible. He began running through the forest, not bothering with stealth. Getting to the clearing mattered more than merely getting away. Gati dashed through dancing shadows, under leaves lapping at the wind, and by boulders with lichen creeping down their cracks. A smacking sound thumped through the air, then another. He would have ignored it, if it weren’t for the voice that then spoke. Tion. Negation relaxed and followed the other god.

Half a year had passed since the incident at Alleycity, half a year that had been spend with repairing, rebuilding parts of the city, a work that while it had been started with eager hands was a long way from done. Still the Ghostbloods looked into the future and now it was time to come together, to look back at those that had fought for them, had stood against the enemy. It was time to focus on the future and to stride there full of pride and strength. Mike stopped in front of the guards and handed his invitation over, looked at the huge open door behind them. Golden light spilled outside at the street and around him he could hear laughter, people greeting each other, hugging each other. Some wore black to honour their lost ones, but most were looking forward to the ball, to a bright evening looking at things that were to come. The guard gestured for him to step inside and he did, looked around in awe. He had been in the meeting hall before, but never when it had been decorated like that. The huge ceiling was partially covered with long stripes of cloth, and candles, as well as intelligently places lights covered the whole room in a warm light. A band had set up their equipment in a corner and were finishing some last preparations, there even was a place to dance later on. Whoever had planed this, must have taken a lot of time and thought to arrange everything that the meeting hall looked more like a ballroom. Food and drinks were prepared at one side of the room, as well as tables and of course a huge stage. For now the stage was empty and instead he idly started to walk around, look to see if he knew anybody. @Truthless of Shinovar @Ark1002 @kenod @whoeverelseImissed @I think I am here. @Lord Furret @AonEne @Sherlock Holmes

YKYASFW you only choose Sanderson books to do book reports on

This continues to be an interesting read Also we appear to have gotten reasonably lucky so far. Tax on clothes dyed a Returned’s colours - Coinspender On one hand, with Coinspender’s clarification about shades and priesthood exemption, it’s not an unreasonable proposal. It would realistically only impact those wealthy individuals who wish to wear the specific shades of heraldry for a Returned. Similar issues of branding definitely do exist in the real world. But while it isn’t a bad idea, I’m not convinced it’s a good idea either. There’s an opportunity cost, since unrestricted access to our heraldry earns us both goodwill and free publicity. As a brand new Returned, I think publicity is probably more valuable to us than a small amount of tax revenue. I would actually consider supporting a proposal that allows each Returned to tax their own colors if they want to, but I think Songbearer should still choose to allow free access to his colors. [X] Abstain. Impose new safety regulations on dockworkers – Firesoul Wheeeeee polarization. It comes part and parcel with any legislative body. I am a little curious how the structure of labor works in Hallandren. I would expect the existence of lifeless to make kind of a big difference. The existence of the type of hired labor described herein also suggests a rather different system of labor compared to pre-industrial earth. Judging by Quickfell’s assertion about most dockworkers knowing injured people, and Firesoul's statistics, we have pretty clear confirmation that dockworkers conditions are pretty unsafe. We should do something about that. This seems like a close vote. But, I am also not eager to get embroiled in taking sides. Moreover, I don’t think we have to. Lets try and play the part of peacemaker, and come up with a policy that the Returned can actually agree upon (see my proposal at the bottom). [X] Abstain. Build a new library near the slums – Brightweave I like Brightweave. Also, this proposal agrees with Songbearer’s bookish inclinations, is relatively inoffensive to anyone but Coinspender, and is in the very long term all but guaranteed to be a good investment. I am assuming from the context of the discussion that Hallandren is financially able to build this library. [X] Support. [X] Peacemaker Proposal At the risk of throwing Songbearer headlong into a situation he doesn’t adequately understand, I have an idea that should help dockworkers while being something the Court might actually be able to agree upon. I will disclaim my proposal with the statement that I have very little actual knowledge in the field of labor regulations: A potential way of increasing dockworkers safety is that you could just require employers to continue paying their injured workers the same amount for a duration after they have been injured, more or less equal to the expected recovery time of the injury, as determined by a third party within a window of discretion based on the general type of injury. I’m pretty sure this can sometimes be a thing IRL anyhow. This system is not a substitute for a basic body of regulations to illegalize the most egregious cases of negligence. However, I would be surprised if such a barebones system were not already in place, since Firesoul’s discussion was more about the correct degree of regulation than about whether regulation should exist or not. The benefits of this proposal are as follows: It gives workers who do get injured the opportunity to recover and get back on their feet. Even if you reduced the frequency of injuries with conventional regulations, this would have still been a concern. It gives employers a fairly hefty incentive to create safer working conditions, without prescribing exactly how they should do it. Because, while they may sometimes lack the morals to create safe conditions in the first place, they likely have much more expertise about the best way to do that, once they are properly motivated to do so. Compared to a comprehensive set of regulations, it’s simple. There aren’t really any obscure details or footnotes that the average person wouldn’t know about. There also aren’t a lot of failure points. The only decent one I can think of is bribing the third party, and discouraging that is much more doable when it is one of the only failure points to cover. Randomly auditing officials (or better yet just doing some light statistical analysis on their past rulings to determine who needs auditing) and requiring multiple opinions in borderline/contested cases should do the trick in most cases. Last and most importantly, it addresses the foremost concern of the Returned who were against it. Namely, that people ought to be free to choose to take a risk if they want to (all three voices of opposition brought up this point), which is somewhat valid. By the terms of this proposal, people are still completely free to take those risks. All this is doing is creating fair accountability for the consequences. It’s hardly perfect, but the point is it’s a compromise that the council might be less divided over, while still addressing the problem.

Plot twist: Roshone is the new Sadeas highprince.

When you get bored in math class and your reaction is to fill a whiteboard with Sanderson quotes and terms over the course of a few days. (I had to start bringing reference materials because I'd run out of things I had memorized. I did some after school once [surprising the robotics club], had a special corner with all the AV guilds I could think of, and had to stand on a lot of chairs and desks. Some people actually added a little - there was some random not-Sanderson stuff, but someone added The King's Wit to my list of Hoid names [can't believe I forgot it] and complimented me. Someone else asked if I had a coppermind [to which I said that I didn't, but I did have unsealed goldminds if they needed health].) I'll try to get pictures, but I can't do it in one unless I'm standing across the room and then you can't read it

So I found this interesting WoB. Questioner What happens if you burn duralumin while Compounding? Brandon Sanderson Duralumin while Compounding. So, what duralumin does is it burns out of all of your metal in one burst. So it doesn't necessarily gain you power, it makes it all happen at the same time. The same thing would happen. Questioner Could you turn into a baby? Brandon Sanderson Oh, you could totally turn into a baby. That is within the power of using that, doing <health wrong>, yeah you could totally... You'd be really dangerous. Wth does it mean ? How could u turn into a baby by compounding gold. I know it stores like ur manifestation in space-time at the current moment and releases it back to recover from injuries by replacing ur current manifestation in space-time with ur old healthy , stored one . Your spiritual identity plays a role too. But I was under the impression that gold couldn't affect age . If it did , tlr would be running naked in luthadel ,drunk on joy. Tlr did know about duralumin right ?? So what does it mean ? Is it a joke ? A misquote ? Or is Lord Sanderson referring to some other metal ? Also yeah would happen if u burned duralumin while compounding atium ?

Grey walked in, a rather tired look on his tentacled face. He had been running experiments practically straight since the smurf had been beaten down. Today had been a particularly bad day. Not because of the testing he was doing. It was a perfectly ordinary baseline, prep for later procedures. No, someone had broken the coffee machine. Ordinarily, a broken coffee machine was not enough to get Grey to leave the Alleys. But this one, had been special. Someone had been doing dimensionally linking, and via a misfire, linked the machine in Alley 687 to the best coffee dimension ever. It had been great. Grey hadn't even had to go that far to get it. He swore by that coffee, literally at times. Then, today, the storming new intern Jerry had decided that it needed a nice clean and dropped it into a black hole. To top it off, apparently one of the many monsters that was running around the city still was anti-coffee. All the usual joints Grey visited had either been closed or a burned out hulk. Once he got his 4 cups, that would be the next thing on his to do list. He turned toward the apparent manager of the establishment. "Please tell me you guys have coffee? The literal best machine broke, and I would kill for a cup. And yes, if it gets me a cup faster, you can take that literally. No need for haggling. Look at me, I can pay."

Suddenly, Damon glanced at his cheap wine. He got an urge to get a little buzzed. He opened a bottle. He tipped it back and took a big gulp. Coughing in surprise, Damon realized that this was port, not wine. The salesman had lied to him. He used some red paint to cross the wine off the menu; 1. CHEAP WINE PORT - HAGGLE FOR BEST PRICE "Good morning, my attractive companions," said Damon.

Talon walked into the bar, humming. @Elend Venture

I don’t call myself the upvotemiester for no reason...

I suddenly had the idea for a comedic character who makes a living faking being a Smoker for hire, since most people hiring him are just rich nobles paranoid about getting Soothed or Rioted without their knowledge and his "coppercloud" is providing a placebo effect. And Mistings generally can't really call him on it either, since a normal Seeker couldn't detect him burning copper. And the rare times someone detects Allomancy with bronze from someone he was supposed to be shielding, he makes up some lame excuse as to why he ran out of copper, or rusts, he must've got sold some vial of bronze by mistake, or he'd unintentionally stopped burning copper briefly when he had a sneezing fit due to allergies, sorry!

I am going thru my reread of OB. It's been quite awhile since I read the book. Shallan can be very annoying at times, but I think it's incredibly unfair to say that she's poorly written. Sanderson has developed her character and storyline, cringe worthy moments very deliberately in my opinion. She's very complex, and he writes her as beautifully.]

Cadmium Food preservers. have a room full of food that needs to keep for two weeks, but it'll all rot in a few days? call a pulser. want fresh fish that was catch this morning but didn't go fishing? call a pulser. XD fresh never frozen isn't just a throw away line for these guys, it's a promise.

"I'm excited! Are you excited!" This is something my Supervisor once said at a teambuilding day, while viewing some poorly-drawn posters we had been forced to create about why our company was awesome (it wasn't).

"Well, I just swore my third oath, and got my Blade!" she said, lifting the glowing sword above her head. "But enough about me. What's the tea?"

I think the Honorblades being described as "far less efficient" than a Surgebinder of advanced Ideals is not some kind of design flaw on Honor's part, but an intentional limitation. The Heralds were supposed to be able to tap a direct connection to Honor for powering their Surges, and not use "dangerous amounts" of Stormlight as naturally harvested from highstorms. The "increased efficiency" of Stormlight use granted by the Nahel bond allows a Radiant to do more than a Herald could, at least with the same amount of Investiture. Then the higher spren learned to "pattern a bond after the Honorblades", I think meaning their bonding with a human as the Honorblades were bonded with Heralds. Which allowed for more efficent use of Surges, by far more individuals, and independent of a direct conduit from a Shard like Honor. Uh-oh. And then Ishar (as told in the recorded lore of the in-world Words of Radiance and the chapter heading for Ch. 42 in the actual book; it might "really" have been Honor), he readily understood the implications of Surges being granted to men, and caused organization to be thrust upon them; as having too great power, he let it be known that he would destroy each and every one, unless they agreed to be bound by precepts and laws. Meaning, Ideals to require certain thresholds of conduct and commitment to advance in power. Also consider what it means for "Surges" to have destroyed Ashyn, combined with the fact that humans had worshiped and brought Odium with them to Roshar. We've seen that the Fused can wield Surges, but not via a Nahel bond and powered not with Stormlight but "Voidlight". It stands to reason that it was this form of manipulating the Surges that humans had done before. Which also implies that the Fused now have it in them, potentially, to destroy Roshar as the humans had done Ashyn? "If we can't have this world, nobody can?"

"Ah, nice to meet you," Karin replied. "I already filled it in," she added. She paused for a second, breathing in. She still forgot about that sometimes, one of the downsides about spending time in a place where breathing is considered a sign of being a poor scientist.

Easiest answer is probably that he was thinking Atium rather than Gold. Hard to say, but the only actual reference to health/Gold as the specific metal being compounded looks to be an editor fill-in over what Im guessing was a lost section of the audio.

Tels was finally back in the Alleyverse. It felt good to be back in this crazy world, as his trip to Taladin had been boring without any immediate life threatening danger. Hopefully, this party would have some of that. As soon as Tels has stepped in through the gates, after handing his invitation to the guards, his eyes went immediately to the food. Gourmet dishes from every planet and culture you could think of lined the table. Steam rose gently from some platters, while others seemed to be freezing cold. Being a thief didn’t always make a lot of money, so Tels had to make the most of opportunities like this. He bee-lined to the food, and began to load a plate up.

YKYASFW you draw this for your friend in English Class. (this was last year; I'd say my art has improved, wouldn't you )

For a little while people tried to get "soonie pups" to be a thing. Where you would have what looked like a stuffed puppy, but then turn it inside out and you would have a kandra/mistwraith to represent tensoon.

So I voted for Shallan because I'm pretty sure she's the only character who's POV I don't want to see when I turn the page. I like her a bit more when she's with other character's, for example I really enjoyed her scenes with Adolin (my favorite being the highstorm/stormwall... cafe(?) in WoR), but when she's alone with her thoughts I feel like she's always focusing on the wrong thing, or at least to not give the impression that I agree with other characters at all times, on an uninteresting thing compared to the other characters. I don't want to seem like I feel the books would be better if we took Shallan's POV out or something, or that I completely hate her chapters, I just feel like they are worse/more boring than other characters chapters. I also don't really like her character as such. This might just be me, but I took the question as to which I dislike hearing from more, because I find other characters that I hate/dislike more, but I enjoy reading about them because I find them interesting. When I read about Shallan I either want to skip the chapter or shake to get her to stop being such an idiot (accompanied by many Wheel of Time Flashbacks). I did like her in WoR, I think this is because she had a clear goal in that book, and I feel she works best when she has a clear goal or challenge in mind, but in OB I felt like she was just there to be there and to frustrate me, and in WoK I was giving her a chance because I found Jasnah so interesting and she was the only POV who showed her, but I still didn't look forward to her chapters. Tl/dr: I voted for Shallan because in general I don't like her chapters.

Here is a things I think may be important to understand: while, in reality no one can draw, use stormlight, and turn themselves into different people, some people do something similar in their life. I can relate to Shallan because, I , no matter how much it hurts changing, end up almost "becoming" a different person, depending on who I'm talking to. At one point I found it so difficult to be myself around anyone including those who have known me my whole life. And honestly, one of the best ways that I could be with people and still be as close to being myself as possible, I make jokes. Aweful ones. I'm not so good at humor, but I make some people laugh occasionally, and I sure found Shallan's jokes hilarious. If you don't find her jokes funny, that's fine, you probably just don't have the same sense of humor. I understand that you may feel she's written crappily, but understand that she is more real to some people than others. That is what is fun about having a diverse cast of character like in SA. None are catered to be likeable for everyone, and any characters I hate you may love and vice versa, and that is one of the joys of reading these books, and talking to others in the community.

Atium compounding, other than longevity, is fairly useless. You sacrifice atium combat ability for youth. It doesn't heal you. Chromium... We don't know anything about feruchemical Chromium function. An ambush that could instantly kill a steel compounder is going to take out pretty much anyone, even a gold compounder if they aren't able to live long enough to start tapping. Steel is the unrivaled winner of what we actually know. As long as you have any forewarning whatsoever, you can react and kill someone before they can move. Bleeder moves quickly enough with steel to fire four gunshots from four locations in a room fast enough that there's only a single report heard. That's stupid OP.