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I finally got a friend to read Mistborn. After what feels like years of pestering her to finally get around to some Cosmere, she finally started it. She had read Rithmatist and Alcatraz, and had started Elantris, but hadn't really gotten around to any serious Cosmere reading. But yesterday was her birthday, and she got a copy of Mistborn. She has already sent me texts containing theories and questions, which I have gleefully RAFO'ed. She also seems to be using me as a place to gather her thoughts, as she sent me a nice summary of Allomancy as she understood it three chapters in. I'm so happy right now. Don't get me wrong, finding Sanderfans and making friends with them is incredible, and I wouldn't trade my Sanderfan friends that I've made that way for anything. But there's really something different about getting one of your closest friends to read these books and getting to watch them experience how incredible they are. (.....I may be getting ahead of myself. She's only four chapters in right now.)

Poem 28 Stolen Aria? Monsters whose cultic worshippers are stricken by the carnage that burns across the mortal realm reduce the highest mountains to less than a handful of dust. Warriors wielding unrelenting storms, plagues, magics, and horrors reach for the crown that makes one a deity among deities. That song of creation that shaped all of the cosmos hangs on the precipice. The empress by whose will this tune plays keeping the universe intact watches the destruction and sends forth mortal armies blessed with the power to pierce primordial souls. All of these are torn apart as if by the wildest of beasts. Ever more powerful legions are lost while anarchy boils the seas and uproots all of the world. Weeping deafens everything and stars on high begin to burn themselves out until the anathemas that seek power smother everything shattering the hold of the sovereign whose incomparable countenance is ashen. Upon a chariot drawn by the weakened music that she now sings with closed eyes, she descends to wage war. Flashes of light and power emerge with greater strength the longer this composition floats from her depths. One by one those who lust after the ability to be a deity among deities is incorporated into that which they would destroy. The darkness deepens the complexity of the weave that makes up the realms. Rot sublimes leaving no scars as all of reality awaits her rage to call down devastation in retribution. However, no more devastation is visited on those who cried until they could find no more tears. Laughter roars as all is restored to its former glory as though nothing had occurred. In the heavens, constellations are brighter than they ever had been before this nightmare was visited upon all of humanity. A smile and the lingering strains of eternity follow her to her throne overlooking a new age.

Go read Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennett. It's genuinely fantastic and the cover quote is from ol' Brandon himself if that'll get you interested

I'm no longer dead!

I just remembered what my other username idea was... oh well. It was Auntie Stormlight.

I’m sorry if I miss any RP notifications, or if my writing is terrible. My family has gotten sick, and I’m starting to get a headache.

Poem 27 Undying Vision Upon the cliffs overlooking the violent seas that wage a ceaseless war stands a star plucked from the highest of heavens. She sees the carnage that sweeps across the world, the death that has fallen to the realm of mortals smothering regions, and so many unanswered prayers ignored. Twisted mountains and forests filled with the breathless taken into the darkest endless abyss. Children weeping over parents who will not stir or comfort them. Horrific wraiths with teeth of jagged razors dripping with poison fill her vision when they take up residence in this place that they claim for themselves. Markets once boisterous are silent such that even the winds do not sound to break this awful curse. Kings and kingdoms are no more now all that remains are the spilled tears that feed the gluttonous hunger of these unholy abominations. Slaughter is that which these dream about when they rest. Now the mistress of the most sublime of worlds begins to sing a song that drives itself deep into the soul of the cosmos. Those waters so contentious and full of strife, calm even as the light of day bursts forth from hiding. That shroud which took transforms into the finest powder and restores vigor to all that have died. Sadness is forgotten when joy takes root among the creatures that corrupted this plane. They have nowhere to flee to because of the tune that grows louder and chains them in place. Trapped monsters give strength to the breezes that they may join in heralding the one who has saved indiscriminately. Rulers bend the knee and hand their crowns to the most noble queen whose light makes all stronger than they ever were before that scourge stripped them of even their humanity. Eternity is yours to command as now you heal and renew existence as the sovereign whose equal will never rise.

I'm going to be offline for about a week because I'm going to fsy!

I have to apologize, yesterday was nuts and I was unable to write anything at all. That said here is Poem 26 Splendid Sovereignty A city hidden in a valley home to temples of ancient heritage now burns beneath torches that seek to wipe it from the face of the earth. Primordials do not rush to aid those who for centuries kept their charges as most sacred writ. Palaces built to honor not mortal flesh, but the power of feckless immortals become killing grounds for priests and scholars. The fields run scarlet as any who rise up with a weapon are silenced forever. Neighboring lands rush to aid the fallen only for the carnage to spread as a plague of the most horrific sort. Those deities who would intervene are chained by their fellows who see humanity as slaves and providers for their desires. Cursed earth grows as even the most corrupt soon see their kingdoms crumble and all that they have vanish as the most fleeting memory. Soon an empire drags down those who did nothing and bends their knees and slaughters those weakened ones who would have acted. Then comes a haunting song from the west as the night begins to fall and a single mighty star falls from the heights. From its illumination comes the greatest of the luminaries in the heavens her music upon her lips as she dances among the enemy and smites them without a weapon of steel or iron to aid. No blade cuts down her foes as she sings and brings silence to all of the worlds both above the captured realm and below where the dead claw and beg to return and have their vengeance. Where she goes there is only a light that immolates those who wrought anarchy in the name of dominion. When nothing remains of the foul scourge all becomes as it was save the impotent fools whose crowns were ground into powder. They are taken away on high to serve a guardian whose eye strays not far and whose radiance adorns the upper worlds as a warning and monument to the sovereign of the mortals and divine.