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A small figure lurked in the shadows, observing the masquerade with interest. Not interest for the dancing and political positioning. No. He was looking for someone. Someone to kill. The MaiPon forger had one goal, and one goal alone. Destroy the Rose Empire, once and for all. He’d heard rumors of an imbalance in power, and knew it was time to strike. If only he could remove those in power and those vying for it. No one else would be strong enough to take control. Glory was getting too close, though. They were on the cusp of seizing the empire, and his window would be closed. The masquerade, though, made it nearly impossible for him to find the right targets. It’s why he lurked, waiting for the right moment. --- It’s time. Daasu edged his way through the thinning crowd. One person stood out among them. One person whom Daasu knew was leading the rebellion. The mouse. Daasu’s red eyes, veiled by the swan costume, kept focused on the person who stood in the middle of the crowd. Several people were accusing her of being a traitor, but no one was acting. This was not a time for talking. Daasu approached the group, knife concealed in his hand. “I’m not the one you all seem to be hunting,” said the mouse. She pointed toward a figure standing by the food table. “That man, there. The albatross. He’s done nothing to help us find the culprit.” A few people began to nod in agreement. Daasu glared at the woman. How did no one else see it? She was manipulating them. Gritting his teeth against doubt, Daasu stumbled forward, knife concealed in one hand and a glass poised in the other. He crashed into the woman’s side, pretending to catch himself on her arm. The glass shattered and the knife slid smoothly through the fur and fabric, into skin. The mouse cursed, shoving Daasu away and lifting a hand to her now bleeding arm. “I’m sorry,” he said, feigning subservience. “You’re too drunk, man. Go home.” Daasu nodded and bowed, leaving quickly with the blood he needed. --- The mouse pulled her hand away from her arm to find a lot more blood than he’d expected from a simple broken glass. She cursed again as she watched the drunken swan retreat. She’d need to get this seen to before carrying out the rest of her plans. With a heavy sigh, she waved for servants to join her at the edge of the room. “How can we help you,” one said with a bow. “Just get me a bandage for now. I have more important things to do than this.” They complied, and within minutes had her arm bandaged and costume roughly sewn back together. It wasn’t beautiful, but it would function. The mouse stood and made her way toward the falcon. “Would you mind joining me? I’d like to discuss some matters with you.” He looked up at her, picked up a few strange items from the table next to him, and followed. “Are you enjoying yourself this evening?” she asked kindly. “Not entirely. It feels strange to still be holding a masquerade even after the emperor died. Shouldn’t we all be in mourning?” “We can enter mourning when this is done. For now, we honor his wishes to continue the festival.” The falcon nodded. She was leading him through the hallways behind the hall, usually used only by the servants ferrying food to and from the parties. “Are you concerned about me? I know you’ve had your doubts.” “Not as much as others. The albatross does seem rather strange, though. Maybe he’s the murderer?” The mouse smiled. It was the response she’d desired, but she still couldn’t trust him. She looked forward in the hall, finally finding what she’d needed. An open doorway with a lock. “The albatross is my concern as well. They’ve seemed content to let us remove ourselves.” The doorway was only a few steps away. Keep him distracted. “I think we should remove him today.” “I agree. However-” The mouse didn’t let him finish. She shoved the falcon through the doorway, slamming it shut behind him. With all her weight and strength, she kept the door pressed closed as she fumbled for the key. Something hit her in the side - her cut arm - and she recoiled with a cry of pain. She turned and found a skeletal looming over her. Behind the skeletal was a pale figure with red eyes. Daasu. The cursed bloodsealer. “How dare you,” she screamed. “You dare attack an arbiter?” “Yes.” The skeletal struck forward again, swinging a club toward her head. She ducked away, but still felt the wind from the club. She backed away, panicking. The skeletal advanced. It’s menacing grin chilled her to the bone. It struck again. She could not move fast enough. I --- “That’s enough,” Daasu commanded. The skeletal stopped, standing above the motionless body. His only command was to disable the woman, not kill her. A breathless falcon emerged from the room. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the skeletal and down at the fallen woman. The skeletal turned to him, but did not move. The falcon grasped something in his hand and hurled it toward the bones. The object - a small statue of a fish - crashed into Daasu’s creation. The heavy object shattered the skeletal’s skull, and the whole construct collapsed into a heap of bone and armor. Daasu ran before he could be the next victim of a crazed falcon. He took a deep breath as he exited into open air. The loss of one of his creations would be nothing in the end. Not if it meant saving the Empire. A force struck him in the side and a searing pain erupted. He looked down to find a crossbow bolt lodged between his ribs. Another one struck, just a few inches above. Daasu looked to where the bolts came from and saw a pale mask in the shadows. Another bolt struck and he fell. The pale mask appeared above him, stark against the black sky. “You cannot stop us now, bloodsealer.” --- The forger kept an eye on the mouse and falcon as they left the room. Were they conspiring together? A consensus had been reached, and albatross had been dragged away. Another member of Heritage, taken to be slaughtered at the will of a paranoid aristocracy. It had to end. The forger - clad that night as a tuatara - decided to find the falcon and mouse. Stepping quietly into a darkened hallway, he pulled out a small box. A box he would never leave behind, and never lose. His soul was in that box. His hand passed over the Grand. The vote had already been made. It hesitated over the Urchin. Maybe he should hide another night. Survive just one more time. No. The time to strike is now. He grasped the Warrior stamp, and placed it on his skin. It sank in after a moment’s resistance, and he turned it, sealing the stamp for now. Years of training in the art of ChayShan flooded his mind. It was not time to hid, nor time to manipulate. It was time to kill. The forger stepped out of the shadowed hallway, muscles suddenly more tense, more responsive. Soon, he came across the scene he’d not quite expected. The mouse, unconcious or dead on the floor. A pile of bones - he recoiled with a hiss. A bloodsealer. Standing above them was the falcon. “So you are one of them,” the forger said. “What? One of the Glory? No!” The protests seemed forced. With a lithe grace only accessible to the forger as the Warrior, he stepped forward. The falcon reached down, picking up a small statue. He held it up menacingly. “Don’t come any closer.” His words meant nothing. The forger advanced. With a grunt, the falcon hurled the statue forward, but the forger easily dodged, closing the distance between them. Sweeping his leg low, he kicked the falcon’s legs from under him. He fell with a thump and groan of pain. There was no time to waste. The forger pounced, striking vital organs and breaking bones. Within moments, the falcon was nothing but a motionless heap on the floor. The mouse stirred beside him. She’s not dead? She lifted a hand to her head, then looked around at the scene. A deep laugh burst from her, echoing with a haunting air in the stone hallway. Magenta Albatross was lynched! They were a member of the Heritage Faction. Coral Swan was killed! They were a Bloodsealer for the Heritage Faction. Emerald Falcon was killed! They were a member of the Heritage Faction. The Glory Faction has won! Congratulations! Vote Count: Azure Mouse (1) - Cream Tuatara Magenta Albatross (3) - Azure Mouse, Emerald Falcon, Melon Dingo Player Count Docs: Dead/Spec Doc Glory Faction Doc GM Spreadsheet Rules Remember to log out of your anonymous accounts. If you want copies of any PMs, best to save them now before the IMs go through and purge. Thanks again everyone for playing! I'll post thoughts later.

That the description of Vorinism pretty much describes EXACTLY what is happening to the Fused? Here's a paragraph from Way of Kings, p852 wherein Kaladin is describing Vorinism and the retaking of the Tranquiline Halls. Is it just me or are there some surprising similarities?

With no new cosmere books on the horizon, I thought the time ripe for my post-OB comprehensive magic theory. I update my iteration from two years ago to reflect OB, intervening WoBs, and the Forum’s endemic (but helpful) hypercriticism. As always, these are MY INTERPRETATIONS, not canon or even consensus. My goal is to show how cosmere magic fits together. No theory is perfect and there will be jagged edges here and there. Theory has text and WoB support. Speculation expands on and logically flows from theory but lacks specific support. The Appendix applies my conclusions to known magic systems. Please read the main body first. Topics: Cosmere Origin [Speculation] Spiritual Aspects and Connections [Theory] Perception’s Cosmere Role [Theory] Cosmere Thermodynamics [Theory] The Shattering [Theory and Speculation] Shard Magical Uniqueness [Theory] Assigned Investiture [Theory] Types of Magic Systems [Theory] Magic System Rules [Theory] The Role of Planets in Magic Systems [Theory] The Role of Shards in Magic Systems [Theory] “Pathways to Power” [Theory and Speculation] Conclusion Spoiler: Appendix – Applications and Predictions [Speculation] Postscript – What If? Cosmere Origin [Speculation] Raw Investiture pre-exists the cosmere. Raw Investiture spontaneously forms a mind – Adonalsium, an anagram for “a mind, a soul.” Adonalsium then creates the Physical Realm. Pre-Shattering, Adonalsium’s mind inheres in all Spiritual Realm Investiture. He is omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent – his mind is coextensive with his Investiture, and his essence comprises the Physical Realm. Spiritual Aspects and Connections [Theory] Brandon says Spiritual aspects are a mix of Connections and raw Investiture. Connections resemble our universe’s “quantum connections” and are not themselves Investiture. Spiritual aspects thus differ only as to their Connections. Each new or lost Connection changes that Spiritual aspect. IMO, Connections alone carry the information that defines every cosmere person and object. Perception’s Cosmere Role [Theory] Adonalsium’s cosmere is an Investiture-energy matrix that manifests to mortals as the Physical Realm. Mortals collectively perceive the Physical Realm’s physical and emotional forces as Connections. They interpret the Physical Realm through these Connections. Brandon says here, here, and here that cosmere magic is a “human construct.” Different planetary cultures perceive different Connections. Rosharans, for example, perceive the Surges as fundamental cosmere forces. Discrete cultural perceptions partly explain why each planet has a unique subastral. Cosmere Thermodynamics [Theory] Brandon says the cosmere generally follows our universe’s thermodynamic laws, but he adds Investiture as a third element to make the energy flows work. Investiture “is my get-out for the laws of thermodynamics.” Cosmere thermodynamics’ first law states the sum of cosmere matter, energy, and Investiture is constant and these three substances are mutually inter-convertible. The second law states the cosmere’s entropy never decreases over time. I believe the key to understanding magic systems is to follow each system’s energy flows. Our universe’s thermodynamics requires physical and chemical reactions to begin with an “activation energy.” Most magic systems activate with the energy from a magic user’s metabolic or physical processes: Allomancers burn metal. Hemalurgists hammer spikes. Selish magic users move (dance, turn essence stamps, stir potions, draw Aons, bend bones). Sand Masters dehydrate (burn water). Surgebinders inhale Stormlight. Feruchemy and Breath transfers (with or without Awakening) don’t seem to require an activation energy. These “end neutral” magics seem to rely on the bare Intent to perform an act of entropy or stasis (Feruchemy) or to transfer Investiture quanta (Breath transfers). That Intent summons a “facilitating power” from the Spiritual Realm to energize the magic and otherwise comply with thermodynamics. The Shattering [Theory and Speculation] Khriss hints the Vessels first kill Adonalsium and then Shatter his power (M:SH, Part Three - 2, Kindle Locs. 931-940.). Brandon confirms this. I believe the Vessels kill Adonalsium’s mind, his capacity to direct magic. The Vessels then Shatter the now undirected power into sixteen equal Shards. This WoB suggests the method: I speculate the Vessels allocate Adonalsium’s power by forging some unique Connection between each Shard and its Vessel. The Vessel’s “general intent/mindset” makes forging that Connection “way easier,” but aligning general intent/mindset to the Shard is unnecessary. Like with kind and generous Ati, the Shard always prevails. Brandon describes each Shard’s “influence and tweak” of Investiture as a “spin or magnetism.” I think this phrase refers to the Connection that distinguishes one Shard from another. A Shard’s “spin or magnetism” Connects the Shard to all its Realmic states. These Connections mark the Investiture source when Investiture, matter, and energy inter-convert. This maintains the 16-Shard balance. An April 2019 WoB says magic users can change Stormlight into Breath – Honor’s Investiture into Endowment’s. Brandon cites one method: “Refining the power somehow into a more pure form.” I think this method strips the Investiture of its Shard’s unique “spin or magnetism.” That undoes the Shattering as to that Investiture. If so, any Shard can now Connect with it. Odium can change his Shard victims’ Investiture into his, rather than merely Splintering the power. This is a big deal. Permanent Investiture changes like this would upset the Shards’ balance. Brandon should clarify this WoB, or we’ll all have to revise our settled wisdom. Shard Magical Uniqueness [Theory] DISCLAIMER: Posters often use the non-canonical word “intent” to describe Shard magical uniqueness, but that term doesn’t distinguish between the role of the Shard’s Investiture and the role of its Vessel. Brandon has yet to canonize any term to express Shard magical uniqueness. Brandon says Shards are I read this important WoB to distinguish (i) the Shard’s unique magic from (ii) the Vessel’s mind that directs the Shard and cultural perceptions of the Shard. I theorize a Shard’s unchanging “primal force/fundamental law/something...natural” refers to the Connection that marks that Shard’s Investiture, its “spin or magnetism.” The quoted WoB identifies Ruin as the “charged term” for entropy and Preservation as the “charged term” for stasis. This other important WoB shows Honor grants his magic “through the filter of” bonds. Shard magical uniqueness IMO stems from this filter, this primal force/fundamental law Connection, not Vessel personality or cultural influence. Assigned Investiture [Theory] The Shattering caused all Investiture to be “assigned” to the Shard with the same “magnetism” as that Investiture: “Assigned” Investiture to me supports the Shard Connection theory. Without these magnetisms, these unique Connections, Shards couldn’t track their own or other Shards’ Investiture after it converts into matter or energy. Autonomy couldn’t find “a gathering of [assigned] Investiture” to create Avatars out of. IMO, Physical Realm matter, energy, and Investiture always Connects to the primal force/fundamental law that creates it regardless of its creator, Adonalsium or a Shard. Types of Magic Systems [Theory] There are two types of magic systems: “interaction with nature” systems, where mortals interact with the magic but can’t direct the magical effect; and Shard-created “people with magic” systems, where mortals can direct the magical effect. “People with magic” systems appear only on Major Shardworlds, where Shards reside. They result from magic users’ “greater strength of access to the magic, and control over it” on such planets. I believe Roshar’s pre-Shattering ecology and First of the Sun’s Aviar are “interaction with magic” systems. Allomancy, Awakening, and Surgebinding are “people with magic” systems. (Some posters name such systems an “Invested Art,” following Khriss.) Magic System Rules [Theory] With some exceptions, I believe all known “people with magic” systems follow the same general rules: 1. Magic users Intend some magical effect. 2. Magic users in most systems infuse their own energy into the magical process to activate it. Feruchemy and Breath transfers – two “end neutral” systems – activate solely on Intent. 3. The magic system uses that energy (or Intent) to summon Shard power from the Spiritual Realm (or Cognitive Realm for the Dor). Spren-based magic converts Physical Realm Investiture into power. 4. The magic user Focuses that power as it Invests them or an object. 5. The magic user directs the Focused power for the Intended magical effect. Khriss describes the magic system rules of Intent and Perception. (AU, “The Selish System,” Kindle pp. 18.) A magic user must Intend to make magic. Magic is a deliberate act. Perception refers to a culture’s influence on magic. On Sel, “language – or similar functions – directly shapes the magic as it is pulled from the Cognitive Realm and put to use.” The Role of Planets in Magic Systems [Theory] Brandon says a planet’s pre-Shattering magic (its “inherent Investiture”); the planet’s culture; and the local population’s sDNA all influence a planet’s magic systems. Most posters including me believe Focuses derive from the system’s planet. A Focus IMO substitutes for the mortal inability to think a magical effect into being (like Shards can). Besides “shaping the magic,” a Focus limits Investiture flow and prevents magic user vaporization. I think all three planetary influences contribute to that planet’s Focus. The Role of Shards in Magic Systems [Theory] I think these are Brandon’s most important statements about the Shards’ magical role: “The 'role' of the Shard has to do with the WAY the magic is obtained, not what it can do,” “The means of getting powers…are related to the Shards, but not the powers themselves.” “Honor doesn’t belong to gravity. But bonds, and how to deal with bonds, and things like this, is an Honor thing.” I read these WoBs to say Shards have two roles in magic systems: They determine how magic users (1) access Investiture, and (2) perform their magical abilities. IMO, magic systems grant access and performance through their Shard’s unique Connection, its primal force/fundamental law: Ruin magic users Intend an act of entropy. A Feruchemist converts their attributes into Investiture. A Hemalurgist spikes through Spiritual aspects. Nightblood destroys evil. Preservation magic users Intend an act of stasis. A Feruchemist returns to their prior state (the status quo) when they re-convert Investiture into attributes. An Allomancer pulls power down metal’s static molecular structure. Honor magic users Intend to enter a bond. A Surgebinder chooses to enter the Nahel bond. Windrunners “lash” (re-bond gravity) to fly. Brandon confirms those three Shards’ primal forces/fundamental laws. I speculate in the Appendix what others might be. Again, I believe a primal force/fundamental law is the “spin or magnetism” that Connects the Shard’s Investiture to its other Realmic states, including to its Vessel and magic users. “Pathways to Power” [Theory and Speculation] Investiture energizes magic. I believe magic systems move that energy down inter-Realmic power lines. Marasi sees Preservation’s metal “pathway to power” when she draws Investiture from the Bands of Mourning: Metal is Preservation’s pathway to power (and Scadrial’s Focus). It is not Preservation’s Investiture. From this example, I speculate other magic systems have their own pathways to power. Pathways generally have these characteristics: They aren’t made from Investiture. In several systems, the magic consumes the pathway. In these systems, the magic ends when the consumed pathway ends. Like metal’s static molecular structure ties to Preservation’s stasis, each Shard’s pathway also seems tied to its “spin or magnetism,” its primal force. I speculate about each Shard’s pathway in the Appendix. I believe pathways differ from Connections. Connections convey information. Pathways seem to convey Investiture. I think “pathways to power” overlap with Brandon’s “natural pathways.” The latter seem to refer to pre-programmed Investiture delivery methods: This WoB confirms magic generally follows natural pathways “built around Adonalsium” that the Shards now influence. Even pre-Shattering Physical Realm manifestations of Spiritual Realm Investiture break Realmic barriers somehow. To me, it makes Realmic sense magic systems might funnel Investiture through a natural pathway other than perpendicularities. Conclusion Like you, I seek cosmere truth. How does this stuff work? Because we don’t yet know cosmere truth, I ask you judge my theory by a three-part “validity” test: (1) Is the theory self-consistent, and does it fit together on its own terms? Would Pattern approve (hmmm)? (2) Is the theory consistent with text and WoBs? (3) Does the theory predict how newly-unveiled magic will work? Precedent suggests readers will focus on the Appendix, where I speculate about individual Shards and their magic systems. If past is prologue, I’ve made many mistakes for you to correct. But I prefer you focus on the main theory, the “big stuff.” The little stuff like magic systems will fall into place if we can get the big stuff right. If nothing else, consider this post red meat during these lean times between books. All the best. C. Appendix – Applications and Predictions [Speculation] The Spoiler applies the magic theory to each Shard with a known “people with magic” system. EVERYTHING in the Spoiler is raw to informed SPECULATION. (Probably true of the whole post, really...) Each time I update a theory, you help me plug more holes – (cough) Awakening – but I feel this iterative process gets us closer to cosmere truth. Here we go! Postscript – What If? I urge you all to read Brandon’s short story Perfect State. Few posters comment about it. In a Matrix-like world, each live human participates 24/7 in their own virtual reality simulation. Brandon’s penchant for foreshadowing makes me wonder: What if 16 virtual characters managed to kill the one live person (Adonalsium) in their simulation? Is the cosmere now a self-executing simulation? When Brandon releases Dragonsteel, will its epilogue show Hoid nattering about a computer program run amok and the failings of postmodern art?

Professor Charles Rowley paged through the reports from his survey teams nervously as his carriage bumped and rattled along the old dirt road. He began to read through them yet again, despite having memorized their contents, hoping perhaps to reassure himself that said papers were, in fact, real. The contents of the document that Rowley clutched was that of a report from a field expedition and shade survey in the northeastern area of the Forests of Hell. The shade distribution had appeared perfectly unremarkable, and while they had discovered several new clearings along their path for waystops, the surveyors had written home of the simple inanities of being away. This, too, was quite ordinary. The archives of the Miskatonic University contained hundreds of letters of a similar theme. What the archives of the University did not contain was what the survey had discovered outside Fort Innsmouth. Rowley flipped to the page detailing the massive increase in shade sightings as the team had approached Innsmouth. The report spoke of seemingly intelligent shades, and a malevolent presence. It was after this final page that the report ended. The team had been discovered a week later, their campsite ravaged. Their bodies were found surrounding a bloody script of arcane rituals and heretical scrawl. The only other papers that he held were the drawings of the horrifying scene. Rowley shivered and felt for his silver pocket watch, only relaxing when he felt it within his grip. Some thought it ironic that a professor of the occult could have so much anxiety around the macabre, but reading about mysteries and actually investigating them were different matters entirely. The carriage jolted to a halt, startling Rowley. He looked out the small window in the vehicle, and caught his first sight of Fort Innsmouth. It was an average sized fort, with the surrounding town built around the bay of the ocean. Fishing vessels dotted the water, with a few bigger trading ships sticking out among the smaller schooners. From a distance, the buildings appeared quite rundown, and the streets seemed to twist at angles not possible for a fort of Innsmouth’s size. Rowley gingerly stepped out of the carriage, shoving the papers in the back of his pocket and then grabbed his trunk from the back. Even as he entered the city proper, he could feel the presence of something darker, a sinister quality in the air. A sign in a nearby building advertised an inn just down the road, and despite its squalid exterior he hesitantly stepped in. The main floor of Shivering Shade was just as grimy as the outside, with very little to remark about other than that of the apparent innkeeper. The man’s face seemed as rough as that of an old boat, with the same number of scars. His body was bent with age, and his hands were covered in the callouses that could only come with a lifetime of working the docks. “What can I do ya for?” The man asked as Rowley walked up the counter. “I simply need a room for a few days.” “I can do that for ya. Just need your name.” “My name? Charles Rowley, err Professor Charles Rowley.” “A professor, eh? What kind of professor are ya to be coming out to Innsmouth.” “I’m a Professor of the Occult at the Miskatonic University, in Fort Arkham.” “Occult, eh, so ya out here to investigate the deaths?” “Of the surveyor team? Yes, how did you know that?” “I said nothing about a surveyor team, Professor, we’ve been having killings of the occult nature for months.” Welcome to LG60: The Shadow Over the Forest of Hell! This is a mash-up between Brandon Sanderson’s Shadows for Silence in the Forest of Hell and H.P. Lovecraft’s The Shadow Over Innsmouth. Snipexe and Elandera will both be GMing. Premise: Strange discoveries have cast a frightful shadow over the people at Fort Innsmouth of Threnody, nestled between the ocean and the Forests of Hell. People at other forts called them crazy for delving into the ocean to mine. Maybe they were mad, but it began only after the expeditions. They found an evil lurking within the depths. An evil that drove men into madness with quiet whispers in the night. An evil that awoke in the hearts of those who saw it an insatiable desire to release their will and serve. An evil that caused men to kill. Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/18ZLvYTFUXikgQNHW61AORBkS-gBGC-uUXu6zEvBpMSs/edit?usp=sharing - PMs are open. Be sure to add both GMs to all PMs. We will notify you if the IM should be included as well. - Players can take one action during each Day and Night turn - Two-vote minimum for the lynch - Tied lynches will be decided at random Player List: Quick Links: Rule Clarifications: The game will begin at 12 p.m. PST on Tuesday, October 1st.

I would kill Sadeas with a shardblade then dump him in Amaram’s quarters.

Alright, for those of you (like me) who just skim the dead doc for references to myself, let me explain a few things. The reason this was blackout? There really wasn't one. At least not with the rules as they turned out to be. The original iteration of this game had the Soul Forger as an eliminator, with a neutral Thief role. The Soul Forger would have had access to four anonymous accounts, and could post from each of them. It would have been a one-person elim team. After some wise advice from the balance committee (Thanks @A Joe in the Bush and @Fifth Scholar), and seeing some of the low player counts at the LG, I decided it would be wise to make it a more standard elim set-up. By then, though, I'd been so excited about it that I'd posted more than once about it being anon/blackout. So blackout it remained. Overall, I'm pretty pleased with how the rules themselves played out. As I said more than once in the spec doc, it was a series of unfortunate events for the village this game, compounded by a lack of activity (I was not quiet about that in the doc, either. Sorry about that. I really do love you all ). A huge congratulations goes out to @DeTess. You did a fantastic job becoming trusted by some key players in the game. @Hemalurgic Headshot and @Furamirionind also played very good games at staying under the radar. Fura, thanks for sticking around, even though you've not had the motivation. Focusing on yourself is definitely more important than a game. Thanks to @Kasimir, for enduring my ramblings in the dead doc. It was good to have you in there, even if it meant a loss for the game. Oh, and congratulations to @Haelbarde. RNG really wanted you to be the Soul Forger. We were all rooting for you in the dead doc . You had good strategy overall, clear up until you trusted the wrong person. Oh, Fura! Art dies with the person who holds it. Sorry I kept PAFOing you on that.

Schools these days. What is the world coming to?

Brandon has a core structure to the Cosmere with Elantris, Mistborn, Stormlight Archive, and Dragonsteel as the main series, with side series such as Warbreaker and Arcanum Unbounded as supplemental stories that add to the whole but aren't needed to fully understand it. The core books, however, tell the entire arc, and together are the hidden plot for the Cosmere. Internally, Dragonsteel chronologically comes before all the other novels, followed by Elantris, then the first Mistborn novels, then Stormlight, and then the last Mistborn novels. In terms of how Brandon has said he intends to publish them, the order is slightly different: Elantris book 1 (published) Mistborn era one trilogy (published) Stormlight archive first five books / Mistborn era two quadrilogy (concurrently written and published) (in progress) Elantris book 2 (and maybe 3) (unpublished) Mistborn era three trilogy - 1980's (unpublished) Stormlight archive last five books (unpublished) Dragonsteel series (unpublished) Mistborn era four trilogy - space opera (unpublished, last series to be published) This doesn't take into account any side novels, which can be interspersed with the others, and so there might be other side novels after Mistborn 4, or between releases, which are not essential to the main story. See here: https://wob.coppermind.net/events/124/#e1802 and https://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/57305-the-original-cosmere-outline/. In general check the Arcanum tags for Cosmere sequence, Elantris sequence, etc. In short, Dragonsteel, followed by Mistborn era four, are the last novels, but there might be side stories after they are published. Hope this helped!

After spending WAY too much time researching the various orders and being consistently dissatisfied with other quizzes online, I created a Knights Radiant Order sorter (I hate that that rhymes) based upon personality, psychology, and ideology. I'd love to know what orders you all fall into with this quiz, whether or not you think it's accurate, or if you think I should change something. For my sake and the sake of others, I need to have a good personality identification not based upon stupid questions like "Which character is your favorite". Knights Radiant Order Quiz ^Links updated, now works I took the test the day after I created it (so I couldn't remember much of the specific tagging I did), answering as honestly as possible, and got the order I identify with, so I'm really hoping it's accurate.

Of course. How could I be so stupid, Mac thought. He started apologizing immediately, "I'm so sorry." Shaking his head at his lack of tact, he bent over looking into another drawer for the women's script contract. His muffled voice continued speaking from behind the desk, "When everyone can somehow magically understand each other and speak the same language, you forget, that we can't all read the same language." Sitting back up, he placed a women's script translation on the desk. "Are you some kind of Returned?" The question caught Mac by surprise, causing him to bump his head against the desk. "Oof," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head with a new copy of the contract in his other hand. The poor girl looked like she would rather die right now then continue their conversation. "Oh no worries." Mac said, trying to put her at ease, "It's just been a long time since someone has asked me that question." Pausing he thought for a moment. The image of a body with its age spiked out of it lying on a table flashed through his head. "Yes, it's been a very long time. I wish my immortality was as easy as being a Returned." This is stupid. Why am I nervous about telling this lady that I kill people en masse for my own gratification? I've done it for over a thousand years. A quieter voice in the back of his head answered. Because you regret it. "The simplest answer is that I steal others ages. Using a magic system from another planet, one can take parts of someones soul, and graft it onto their own. Its an incredibly difficult science, requiring precision beyond that of the most complicated surgeries, and the power you can gain is nearly unlimited, but the cost is that it kills the donor in the process." Images of the bodies that he used for hemalurgy started appearing in his head, like slideshow of a crime scene. They showed him people he had spiked, starting over 1000 years ago. He continued talking, struggling to push the words out that would condemn him, "You can do it with nearly any aspect of the soul, with almost infinite variability. People have studied it for over 2000 years, and they are still discovering new things. But I steal others age, and make myself younger. In recent years, we've discovered ways to make it so the donor doesn't die after we steal their soul. But that only keeps us from killing more people." The images were like a river now, flowing freely from the recesses of his mind as if a dam had been broken, "It doesn't bring them back." He never talked about his work for a reason. It was important to learn early on that your goal was science, and not to look back, otherwise you started to see the cracks that formed in you. His body tense, he carefully reached into a pocket and pulled out his gold coin, tapping a little bit of heath. Hopefully it would help with the images. "I'm sorry." He continued, "You managed to find an insane god, filled to the brim with regret. If you don't want to stay here anymore I understand." He slid the contract forward. "If you do want to, here is the contract in womens script." @Sorana

That is not what he implies. Also Ruin takes credit for killing TLR. I kind of doubt it. He says to get what I want. We have no idea what he wants. Possibly. Hoid has a lot of extraordinarily abilities. He might have been able to predict that Scadrial would be fine "future sight" or been confident he could survive due to his healing and Lerasium mistborn abilities(just to name a few). He was looking for Feruchemy. Surgebinding still works and Honor was splintered. The standard belief is that Vin's Preservation based spidy sense warned her the Hoid was destructive(Brandon said something to this effect I belive). That violence was not real. It was only perceived. Hoid has no problem tricking people. Ruin says that it was him. Preservation seems to have planed for this though. No sorry. The Heralds are all in the Rosharan system(they are kind of stuck there actually) as of Mistborn. Heralds do not have spren and spren can't leave Roshar. I kind of doubt it sorry.

Sagitta continued to look up and smiled. "Ages ago, there was a Chieftain. He was powerful and so wise that all other chieftains refered to him for advice. Every year they met at his place and he would listen to their problems for days upon days, looking for solutions. More often than not he found a solution, a path they could walk." Straightening her voice changed, when she fell into the comfortable rhythm of a known story. "Back then, there was nothing but the clans and the castles, the little conflicts between them. No central rulership, nothing like a king. The clans were proud, only accepted one of their own to rule them, but this man's advice - advice was no rulership and so they could meet, could confer and discuss their problems together. They realized that more often than not they had the same. An illness of the stock - a clan had found a solution and the cure saved many others." "The chieftain liked to listen to them, saw the power behind this unitiy and he tried to lead them along, tried to ensure that this cooperation would last even when his bones had turned to dust and his name was forgotten. Then tragedy struck. His wife died of an unknown illness, and a few month later his only child as well. The chieftain was devastated. When his loved ones had died, so had a piece of his heart. He cried for days upon days, forgot about his lands, about his clan, cried and buried his sorrow in alcohol. His younger brother stepped in, tried to fill the hole his brother had left him, and for a while it worked. His own clan readily accepted him and the yearly meetings had become a regular institution. Only when a new crisis struck did he realize, that while he was able to represent his clan and discuss with the others, he missed the charisma and the repect to unify them. Barbarians started to invade the north. They came on horses, they were fast and quick and the peasants living there had no chance. The clans of the north tried to protect their own, but faced with an superiority, they faced destruction. So the chieftains met, tried to find a solution, but those in the south were reluctant to send their young ones to fight for those in the north. They feared to loose their own lands afterwards, if they were weakend by the losses." "The discussion kept them chained to the table without any result, while hard-working people died and one day, the younger brother opened the door and faced the man he had loved above all others. You have to get out. He told him. You have to lead them, as you have before. We can throw the enemy back, if we work together, but they are afraid and they never looked up to me, like they look up to you." "But his older brother only shook his head, heavily drunk almost unable to stand. He wouldn't go, he would stay here, here in his room. If he faced them, then he would remember, and he couldn't remember. The only thing he wanted was oblivion." "The gods still walked our lands back then and they saw his pain, his fear. Sensation, for he was one of hers, finally had mercy with the man and stepped into his room. It was night, the sky hung dark over the land, only the moon lighting it up. Stand up. She bade him, and he followed her words, for she was his goddess. You leave those alone, that look up to you, that need you. You accepted the responsibility when they handed it to you, you accepted their praise. Now you have to show them, that you're worthy. The man only shook his head, lifted a bottle. I don't know what to do. When I look into their faces, then I see nothing but her face. When I hear their voices, I hear her voice. I want to offer her peace, to allow her to rest, but I took her into my heart and I swore that she will stay there forever. I can't break my oath, or I am nothing more than a cremling. I can't let her go, for she is the one keeping me sane." Sensation placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. She reached out for one of his tears, and looked at him. This is a memory. And a memory can hurt you, or it can heal you. He looked into the tear and saw that she was right. There was a memory in there, of his wife laughing, holding their first child in her arms. He started to cry at the sight and Sensation smiled. Then she flung the tear towards the sky where it remained as a tiny bright spot next to the moon. She took his other tears, painted the faces of his wife and child into the sky, so that he could remember them, so that they would look upon him. The man straightened when the burden was gone, when he could smile at the memories, be grateful for their time together." "Sensation stepped back when she saw him smiling, took the bottle out of his hands. From now on, you will be the one to lead them. Oblivion shall be with you, your name forgotten, but know that I will always remember who you are. Ta'e'ilo shall be your name and the name of those that you lead. You will bide them to take care that their names and their story reach the ears of their gods. When each of them dies, their loved ones are to tell their tale and tell it loudly. Now that you can forget, you will forget about your heros, about your loved ones, same as you will forget about the things that hurt you. Oblivion comes at a price.." "And he saw that she was right, for his pain was lessening. He knew that they were still there, that they would always be with him. He looked up, and he saw that she sky had brightened, stars covered it. Millions and millions of stars. The memories of his nation, memories of the clans. He left the room, his steps sure and proud for the first time in years and he stepped in front of the chieftains." "The gods have given us a great power. He announced. They allow us to forget, to preserve our memories on the sky. So that we can go on and fight for them, fight for our children and grandchildren. We are Ta'e'ilo." @I think I am here. @Lunamor ============== @Archer

"Divided God we fall, United God we stand" or "Turns out we weren't better at being God"

It’s been a long while (2 LGs? Only 2? Shhhh) since I’ve joined a game (you’re seriously addicted to this, aren’t you? I said to be quiet!), so I’ll sign up for this as Ruthful, a kind old lady who just hopes ancient terrors won’t disturb her grandchildrens’ visits to her house every Saturday. In the spirit of October 31, we’ll also have side characters coming in later, assuming I get the time to RP (I’ve not read either work, so RP ought to be fun )

Project 75192: Update 17 - Bags No.13 - "All in all, it's just another wedge in the pie" Covering over sections at the back. There are well established themes, running through these bags, as you can see from the pictures! There are some fun and novel bits coming up. The last chapter is in sight as we come down towards the glitzy stuff like canons and the antenna

YKYASW you spend over 10+ hours searching online for a white leather duster so you can buy it only to cut it in half for a stormlight cosplay.

When you wear a safeglove to school, just because you can. (I’m a darkeyes, so I don’t have to do anything fancy to cosplay! Take that, lighteyes!)

Hey, I'm a stonewarden! Beware, for a highstorm comes!

Afraid not:

Alask stepped into the room and Lena grinned. Fate had made him come here, just when she had gotten some weapons for him. She lifted a hand and waved at Hydreis to come over. Sometimes things sorted themselves easily. While she waited for the woman to come over she turned back to Lita, watched her fingers play with her coin. "I am sure there are other perks to nimble fingers than lock picking as well." She replied and looked into Lita's eyes, slowly lifted her glass and took another sip of wine. Deliberatedly she looked down at Lita's hand for a moment, felt her heart pick up when she remembered, imagined. Knew that Lita would hear. A wicked smiled spread on her lips when she looked back into her face. "Is there anything else you need some information about?" She asked slightly bored at the business part, although it was important. A part of the game they played. The first act after the curtain was opened, and the actors stepped on the stage. @Oduim's Chmapion

Not quite just a day really 6 years in the making. My last surviving grandparent my grandmother is dying. She suffered a stroke 6 years ago and she has not been well since. Before she was lively and active after she was a shadow of herself. She stopped being active and began to show signs of alzheimers. Her health has been declining ever since my father and aunt have been doing what they can to help, but it is never enough. Recently, her health has dropped off precipitously. Two weeks ago she suffered a fall and was rushed to the hospital. My father and aunt lost sleep, but everything seemed fine. This weekend she was rushed to the emergency room due to shallow breathing. When my father and aunt spoke to her doctor they discovered that she has a pneumonia and bronchial infection. Ever since things have gotten worse. My father got a serious cold from the hospital, he went back today because they were called by the doctors. She was intubated and he refuses to leave her side. He is getting no sleep and he is preparing for the very worst casting a macabre shadow over my mother and myself. I'm usually stoic and the strong one, but I'm having a difficult time. I just don't know if I'm coming or going. My grandmother is dying and things are spiraling. There is no light here everything just seems to get worse and I'm burning myself out trying not to break down.

There was a lonely little ant. He walked in the grass just outside the wedding. He had no friends, but he spotted a female ant just across. They were so far away from each other, a full meter, but that didn’t stop their love. The male ant waved, and the female ant blushed. They were soulmates. Maybe if — “Huh, I do like these wedding arrangements,” Lusk said and walked to where the wedding was happening, with one step inadvertently crushing the male ant into a thousand pieces. Lusk looked at where Melody and Walker were getting married. He’d duelled the Walker guy. That duel had been the first time Lusk had ever tried to stand up for what was right. He’d been repaid for it by getting liver failure, then immediately hit in the face by the person he was trying to stand up for, and then subjected to days of painful treatment. It seemed the universe had spoken; Lusk was never meant to be good. He clapped anyway when the priest announced them man and wife, unable to hear the tiny screams of the female ant.

Hm. That does sound rather complicated. Well, I've already started in on this, no sense in turning back now Again, I preface this with the fact that I don't actually know what I'm talking about. My knowledge of the history of this kind of thing is kind of fuzzy at best, and I'm doing this because I enjoy following rabbit-holes and extrapolating the necessary consequences First of all, yes, to clarify, the definition I am going for of an "injury" under this system is something that 1) occurred as a result of your job and 2) prevents you from working. Also note that employers also are not being required to pay for medical expenses, just for a period of recovery time. This is a system of narrow scope, designed to serve as a (relatively) simpler and more agreeable stand-in for a truly comprehensive set of labor regulations. The narrowness of scope is part of what should make it hypothetically doable. Second of all... On the ability to finance this system: Well, you raise a pretty good point. I'm not sure I would frame it as a lack of money though, per se. In the grand scheme of things, it is highly doable to provide for the small percentage of the population that is temporarily disabled by workplace injury, and the state pitching in would be more a cost sharing mechanism than anything else (however, a rudimentary cost-sharing mechanism is arguably necessary, for reasons I will describe later). The thing is, it requires people to adapt. This is the logical consequence of both wanting employers to modify their behavior and not wanting to impinge on their freedom. It requires actually learning, which isn't a bad thing. I have faith that people could adapt to a system like this, just like Brightweave pointed out that they could very well adapt to new regulations, and just like humans have done historically for stricter cultural expectations than this. In short, I think it could work, but at a cost, because adaptation takes time: you could reasonably expect a calibration period during which the economy takes a hit for a couple years before equalizing again (which, pragmatically speaking, would seriously risk making this proposal non-viable in a democratic society, as in Bismarck's case, but you have a much better chance of pulling it off in a theocratic Returned-ocracy ). Like you have said, the major problem arises in that in the case of a large-scale disaster, it isn't unthinkable for a company to fold under the cost. And, from what you are saying, it sounds like trying to go around that monster leads to conclusions that are not satisfying. So, if we want to tackle the monster head-on, and we still want to keep thing simple, there are two ways I can think of to do that: Let the cards fall as they may. Employers will still be held responsible to pay their workers as much as they are able, and if a building collapses in an earthquake or something, injuring a bunch of workers all at once, then the employer will probably go bankrupt, unless the company is large enough and has a good enough track record overall that they can tank the losses. The workers caught in this accident will maybe not receive their full compensation of injury pay, which is a shame, but you kind of expect natural disasters to suck. No government policy is going to successfully prevent natural disasters from sucking. Or in the least, such a policy falls well outside the scope of a labor payment system, and if it is to exist it should be a standalone thing with broader applications, and the subject of a completely different proposal. Create a specialized fund to guarantee injury pay to workers in the event that a company folds for any reason. This is a mandatory (hence why it is administered by the state) insurance system that every employer pays a small head tax towards, which only is withdrawn from infrequently in the event disaster, when an employer doesn't have the money for injury pay. If the fund is managed competently, the damages incurred by any disaster is spread across many more people and over much greater timespans, so this tax could theoretically be rather modest. Unfortunately, I doubt this could work effectively unless we also exempted businesses under a certain size from this entire system. Because, it takes far less than a large-scale disaster to fold a small business, even just a single worker getting injured at a bad time could do it, and that would drain the fund a lot faster. On the bright side, there are actually pretty legitimate reasons to make small businesses exempt, in addition to our ulterior motives: Workers have a much greater degree of choice to decline a job offer from a small company they believe has unsafe work conditions, so it isn't quite as necessary to regulate them. Giving businesses under a certain size makes it easier on startups, which is generally a positive thing. /shrug that is what I can come up with right now

Deb watched as the crowd slowly ambled towards their seats, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. A few, like the Ghostblood leader, eyed her with open, cold suspicion. Others were simply confused. Eventually, she felt as though she had enough of their attention to reasonably begin. She nodded to Farren, who dimmed the lights and removed a small remote from his coat pocket. The wall behind Deb was illuminated with the image of Caleb Raleigh's last official mapping transmission. She closed her eyes for one moment, banishing the small knot of tension that gathered in her chest, before taking a deep breath and addressing the group. "Good morning," she said, though by this point it was barely the morning. "On behalf of Alleycity Excavation, I would like to extend our gratitude for your time and attention. My name is Director Stancel, and for those of you who make it through the initial selection process, I will be your Expedition Leader. "After the destruction of the city some six months ago, our Executive Committee, headed by Chairman Tycho Anvor, decided to launch a public works project to help get the city back to work. The aim was to excavate and construct a basic subway network, allowing citizens a direct route around the city, unimpeded by rubble or the risk of turning down the wrong alleyway." "Two months ago, after beginning initial demolition, a large subterranean cavern network was discovered. It became apparent that more research and a thorough understanding of this cavern system was required before construction could begin. We adapted to this slight deviation, and our first expedition team was selected." Deb nodded once more toward Farren, who switched the image on the projector. Though she could not see it, she knew that eight faces now took up the wall behind her. "This team, hand-selected and lead by noted former Worldhopper Sawyer Warrick, descended into the caverns three weeks ago. Initial reports described a complex system of tunnels, caves, and caverns that appeared to have no end. As the team continued deeper, reports became more and more... infrequent." Deb gripped her clipboard a little tighter to keep her hand from shaking, though her voice remained steady. She did not agree with Garrings' decision to divulge this information so early and to so many unknown elements. But, orders were orders. Deb continued, barely managing to keep the disapproval from her voice. "Fourteen days ago, Expedition Leader Warrick's communications network went completely dark. Our leader cartographer, Caleb Raleigh, lost the use of his spanreed at roughly the same time. No new logs have been posted, and we have reason to believe that the situation in the caverns is critical. Executive leadership has decided that a larger team would be better equipped to explore these caverns, in addition to hopefully rescuing Warrick and the rest of our initial team." Deb squared her shoulders, now taking the time to meet the eyes of the assembled group before her. "This city has seen much hardship, and I can understand that some of you might mistrust us. That is logical, and I can respect that kind of prudence. However, I must impress upon you the fallacy of that mistrust. We began our work here in an attempt to rebuild this place, not tear it down. Though our goals have shifted in response to recent events, I can assure you of one thing: we do not wish to harm this city. We seek only to understand, and to recover those we have lost." She cleared her throat, blinking at the sudden, slight prickle in her right eye. Must be all the dust from the ruins outside. Deb did not turn around, did not meet the laughing eyes of Sawyer Warrick, the eyes that could possibly now be closed forever beneath hundreds of tons of rock. Sentiment would not help their team now. Instead, she stood up straight, and surveyed her newest recruits. "Are there any questions?"

It's hard to give a summary without knowing the exact ending of the overall story. I think in about a decade we'll have a lot better summaries to provide lol. Mine I think will be: "We killed a god, now our drama is everywhere." Though if I could do it in the form of Haiku: "I understand now. SURPRISE! You're wrong! think again. Wait was that Hoid there?"

"There is always another secret."

I would love to see a scene where Moash goes to try to kill Taln. But is outmatched in every way and has to retreat or is killed. (Cause This post has been reported for attempting to skirt the rules Moash, just read the Elhokar scene again)

Maybe not my one thing, but I'd love to see this play out with Szeth, his spren, and Nightblood. NB: Destroy him! Destroy evil! Spren: We don't have the statutory papers signed. NB: But look at him, he's hurting people. That's evil. Spren: That would be breaking the law, which is also evil. NB: Shashara taught me to recognize evil, we should kill him. Szeth: Let's go find Dalinar...

I'm a Wind Runner. Bridge 4 forever!

Gossip says that she is ace. She has turned down every offer of marriage including some extraordinarily attractive and well made offers. She also seems rather suspicious of marriage itself(as seen when she is talking to Shallan in the beginning of WoR).

Thanks for the game Elan, t'was fun, goodnight all. And now my watch has ended.

Alright then.

We know why Vin avoided Hoid, from Secret History. So we don't have to guess about that. Other than that, agree 100% on everything you said.

So, in one of the other threads in the SA forum, someone mentioned how Honor's color is blue, Cultivation's is green, and Odium is white-and-gold or simply gold. I forget exactly how these associations are given in the books, but they seem familiar. I then recalled that in re-reading the part from Ch. 75 of The Way of Kings where Dalinar has his OMG moment that the visions are a one-way playback, the part where he is first told that getting Odium to agree to a "contest of champions could work for you" and that they'd be "without the Dawnshards", the words come from a regal, divine figure who speaks these words after he climbs to high ground overlooking a destroyed Kholinar, a vision he remembers having had before, but not having heard these words before. And that figure, the one that first tells him to get Odium to agree to a contest of champions and also first mentions the Dawnshards (as something he'd be without), is dressed in gold. The relevant parts from that vision he has in Chapter 75, with my commentary in brackets: What if the idea that this vision was actually a repeat of the very first one he'd ever had, which is why he remembered it only fuzzily but the familiarity was kicking in at a subconscious level, was suggested/implanted by Odium, who has shanghaied one of Honor's visions into a little side vision of his own? Which means... The whole idea of a CvC fight, was actually something Odium wanted and manipulated Dalinar into offering. Except it's backfired on him, in that his checkmate move, choosing Dalinar as his champion, has blown up in his face. Which also means, as Dalinar surmised, that simply destroying humanity on Roshar wouldn't free Odium from his bonds. He needs something else as a victory condition, which is hard to achieve, OR the CvC showdown, which he thought he'd cleverly wangled into a no-lose scenario, until he lost his main piece. And also means, I think, that the Dawnshards ARE available to Dalinar and company. And that perhaps the Knights Radiant, with no Honor and no Heralds, will indeed destroy Roshar with them, as the Stormfather remembers Honor raving about as he died.

Buildings vanish now and then? Lita allowed one eyebrow to arc upwards at this information, maintaining her air of sardonic ease. She took another sip of port, feeling the edge of excitement kindle at the prospect of a new secret. Lena kept her largely up to date with the overall mood of the poorer districts in the city, which was useful, if dull. Still, she'd managed to get a tip-off on at least one of PlasmaCore's stragglers that way. The barest twinge of guilt flickered through her, and Lita rolled her shoulders to disperse the feeling. Jarret had played his hand in joining with the Bureau, and actions had consequences. That was hardly Lita's problem; indeed, his loss was her gain. Lita slipped the Coin from her pocket and flipped it once before dancing it between her slender fingers. It was cold and heavy in her hand, each face stamped with the image of a skull impaled through the left eye with a long spike. Lita caught Lena watching her fingers dance through the air and smirked. "Fascinating gossip, to be sure," she said, continuing to spin and toy with the Coin, not even bothering to watch her own fingers, instead staring at Lena. "A neat little trick, isn't it?" She flipped the Coin again, catching it in her left hand now and allowing it to trickle down the ladder of her knuckles. "Requires continuous practice, but I like to keep my fingers nimble - never know when you'll need to pick a lock, after all." @Sorana

I get behind @Calderis's explanation. I'll add that I see fully realized Windrunners and Skybreakers as really being not so different, which to me would aggravate the friction between them.

@Rushu42

I, for one, am certainly wondering if building a fabrinal that uses Nergaoul as a power source would be a great idea or a terrible one. I'm currently leaning towards 'experimenting isn't worth the risk', but I'm still curious.

Here’s an oddly specific one, but I want a Rhyshadium to pick Kaladin. And Kal, as his usual grumpy, I only trust my own feet self, is disgruntled about the whole thing. But the horse just keeps following him around until finally Kaladin has to admit he actually really likes his horse and they’re best friends.

I didn't connect this to the Shardic Colors! Also, Odium's color is technically Yellow-White, or Intense Yellow. Even Voidlight is Stygian Blue - which is technically a fatigue response to bright yellow on black.

I'm hoping that Moash is not in any of the 3 groups. If he has to have POVs hopefully he's just in the interludes.

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I agree. I want Adolin to revive his Blade, because he would be an Edgedancer, so he would end up going to Lift to learn the Surges, and Lift would be Lift. I can just picture Adolin asking Lift how to use Abrasion, and Lift saying something like “you make yourself Awesome and then Slick yourself real good.”

An axe made by the metal that the Rider swords in Eragon is made of. Then I'd awaken it with the command "chop me some wood" and strap Susebron to it.

Don't know about the hazelnuts, but we know they have chocolate. Cause Marasi loved drinking some Choc

I got Truthwatcher! It's not the Order that I would have chosen for myself (I would have chosen Elsecaller since my favourite character is Jasnah), but this probably is the most accurate if I'm being honest. I really am most similar to Renarin, which is probably why I don't like him as much. All in all @Tal, excellent job with the quiz, it's by far the best of all the ones that I've seen. Might I suggest making a poll for the results? It would be the most effective way to show how we're all aligned.