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K imma just annoy y'all for a li'l bit 'cause I'm in Bio and I'm meant to be doing work but we're almost at the holidays and I can't be bothered - Wow. That is one of the least coherent sentences I have ever written. Anyhow, I borrowed the entirety of the Stormlight Archives from the library. It feels so good. I've finished re-reading The Way of Kings and storms... I forgot how much of a masterpiece that book is. I'm practically done re-reading Words of Radiance pt 1. Not as good as TWOK, but I mean... who can beat it? Super excited, because I've been waiting for my library to get part 2 WoR in for... a month? Two months? Anyway, it finally came in, and now I've got a nice fresh book SO EXCITED!!! I bought the Tor Fantasy printing of SA 1-3, but I wanted to read them all in the Gollancz version... because consistency. So now I have a beautiful, gorgeous stack of books (WoR, Oathbringer, RoW) on my bedside table, just waiting to be read over two months of summer holidays. I never go outside in summer... so perfect! (NGL summer in Australia is instant death. 40 degree days [Celsius, in case you were wondering] murder me instantly. I am literally a ghost that plays the flute) Have I ever mentioned that I want to learn how to play sea chanties on my piccolo? Yes, yes. Imagine this teenage girl striding down the street, playing a tiny black piccolo and having the time of her life. Yes. That would be me some day. My elder brother is thinking of getting a busking license so he can go play guitar in the city. He plays fingerstyle, and man he's good! Raoden (imma call him Raoden for now, 'cause he's got sarcastic Raoden vibes) can play both electric and acoustic and is masterful on both of them. I would attach a file of his song Glimmer, but I do not have one (sorry!). Oh! I just noticed! 300th post, and I'm just over a month old on the Shard. Do I have problems? *confused Telrao noises* Thanks for listening to my TED talk! - Ookla the Floofy (Telrao!)

Met one of my former students by chance last week, on my birthday. She thanked me for getting her to an A- and said I was one of the best TAs she had, probably because I really focused on trying to get my undergrads to do well in the exams. My teaching philosophy...isn't really the best, but I generally aim to help as many students pass as I can, because the module I teach, students largely don't take it out of passion, they take it to fulfill requirements so I don't see my job as being the 'cool' or 'fun' guy even though we do have fun/funny classes. I spend a lot of time drilling them in concepts and clearing up areas where students usually get confused, so they'll get good grades on the final exams. I think she underestimates how much work she put to get that A-, but I'm glad she remembers me, and that she has a positive memory of the class I did my job well. Peace

Cycle Five: A Fine Addition Dust blew across the swirling expanse of the badlands and the wreckage of the galaxy’s first gizka-operated synth organ. A tiny hooded figure scurried over to the detritus after glancing about warily. Korriban was a bad world. Ko lopo, if there was a world that counted as it. The Umpee white troopers in their ship had left him here. Nees Bac did not think well of them. Little on Korriban to scavenge, and to be stranded among Chikua and far from Ayafa…it was a hard life. Nees did not know how he would find his way back. So he searched among the scrap that the Chikua left in their wake. Recently, there was a dust-up between the Ja’bo’ba and the Hunya Ja’bo’ba. Nees kept listening, even as the screeching green creature raised an alarm and threw wooden things at Nees everytime Nees showed his face, and even when he didn’t. Ayafa had encountered Ja’bo’ba before, and Ayafa remembered. Some Ja’bo’ba were Eyeta, and some were not. Umpee were Peketak, but that was the way of this world. Maybe the Hunya Ja’bo’ba were Peketak too. But Ayafa remembered the Ja’bo’ba who walked among the Masked Ones with a blade like the cloudless noon sky, and so Nees only knew he did not want to be where the Ja’bo’ba were. “Utinni!” Nees Bac muttered, glancing at how many parts there were to scavenge. Gizka milled about the dirt and the dry scrubs, cooing and hopping to and fro with a patter of tiny feet. Immediately, Nees unlocked his utility belt and produced a set of tools. The makeshift comms array could be scrapped and salvaged, even though blaster fire marked most of it, had damaged the components. And then there was the greatest prize of all. The wreckage of a hunter-killer droid model, strewn about the dirt ground. Nees Bac scrabbled eagerly into the remnants. The droid chassis, at least could be salvaged. As could the head, despite the blaster scoring. The memory core though, had vanished. Someone had taken it. Nees Bac chattered in disbelief. A long line of footprints stretched out, into the dust, and vanished in the middle of nowhere. Sajhe sat in the room above the Drunk Side, on a stool that had seen better days as a freighter supply crate, and played the hallikset. He had needed a bit of time, working on the strings, getting the hallikset in tune again. It was like the first time you touched the Force: you never truly forgot it, never truly lost the knack. Hallikset on his knee, and his mind awash in memories, Sajhe played. The quiet, sad song echoed in the small space where he had lived for years, and years. They’d played it during the Mandalorian Wars, every single time a soldier in Heron Company had fallen. Every single life lost under his command, and Sajhe remembered it all, carried it with him through the intervening years. “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” he whispered. The dead were legion. And their names were written in fire, buried under the the dirt and stones and sand of a foreign world, atomised, drowned in water…all the many, many, many myriad ways beings could kill other beings. And held, for a moment, for eternity, in the Force. “Stop, stop, stop!” Dacken Humtumb was all but shouting. “This is a disaster!” Kalabel stepped up to the eccentric man’s side, carefully, and almost immediately had to duck as a blaster bolt hissed through the air where her head would have been. “Someone’s gone and weaponised the gizka. The poor gizka,” Dacken wiped at his forehead with a handkerchief. “They’re taking each other out!” As far as Kalabel could tell, a significant chunk of the gizka had been fitted with an odd assortment of weaponry, including tiny blaster mounts and flechettes. She didn’t know what sort of genius or demented mind would think of such a thing: the gizka were triggering misfires as they hopped about and banged into things, and somehow managing to take each other out in the process. “Waggs! Look, you know me right?” Dacken hunkered down, approaching one of the gizka, making clicking noises with his tongue. Bar9 bowled him over, tackling him as Waggs nearly fired at his face. “It’s…a solution to the gizka problem,” Myhar Impay reluctantly said. He was studying his datapad. Kalabel peeked and noticed he was running a set of calculations on it. “Left to their own devices, they’d breed and overtake Dreshdae in a couple more standard days.” “Can you be a bit more specific?” Smarts asked. He was frowning at the wave of gizka, but he wasn’t about to throw himself in the way of the gizka either. Myhar shrugged. “Three standard days, four if we’re unlucky. Those damned things breed like gizka after all.” Kalabel worried at her lip. “Right. That’s bad.” What she really wanted was a quiet corner, the soothing susurrus of her triangle puzzle, the warm comfort of its red glow. There was nothing she could do about the gizka shooting pretty much everyone in sight, anyway. She didn’t see where that was something she could do anything about, so she’d rather be somewhere else doing something she wanted. “Sithspit,” cursed Smarts. “Are you kidding me?” “I did say we have a gizka problem,” Myhar replied, his voice tight with annoyance. “They’re a pest in at least thirteen other sectors for a reason, and considered a highly-invasive species in fifty-two other sectors. Though given the ah, aggressive nature of local ecosystems on Korriban, one might very well prefer the gizka…” “You the gizka man?” Myhar turned. Natano Hamartano swaggered into the street with cocky confidence, barely twitching as a blaster bolt almost singed his head. His swoop was still humming loudly, parked on the side of the street with a healthy disregard for local traffic regulations. “I’m the ecologist.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just want to know if you’re the guy who figured we got a gizka problem, eh?” “That would be me, yes.” “Good,” said Hamartano, grinning wolfishly. “See, the way I see it, I figure this gizka mess, it’s the sort of drek those Sith crackheads want. Gizka in our streets, shooting things up, the works. ‘Course, they made one very big mistake. That is, you made one very big mistake.” He patted Myhar’s shoulder, seemingly friendly. “For a while, I thought it might be the Jawa. Never liked that fella. Scurrying everywhere, figured I saw his paws on my ride one of those weeks!” He growled. “I told him, I see you anywhere near, I shoot you. He stopped. But I figured this sort of thing, Jawa’s got parts, right? Or maybe it’s someone like our Smarts here, eh, eh?” Smarts said, “You think I’d do something as crazy as give gizka guns?” “Yeah, well, stick with me here, I figured maybe I wasn’t so hot on the idea it was you. But we’ve got to do something, the gizka will put enough holes in everything soon. I don’t mind if it’s just me, but not with these damned gizka!” Hamartano hooked his thumbs into his utility belt. “Way I see it, there’s you, gizka man. You come running into town screaming about how we’ve got to kill those gizka. Funny thing is, that rustbucket, the one that nearly tried to murder the other gizka man.” He glanced over at Dacken, who was trying to intervene in the mass gizka slaughter. “It was passing itself off as a gizka exterminator. Figure you might know something about that, wouldn’t you? Thought you’d slip one of your own into Dreshdae, did you?” Hamartano’s grin grew just a little wider. “You thought wrong. I’m onto you now! I said we’d have to make things HAPPEN around here, and we’re not defenceless!” He squeezed the trigger. Myhar Impay collapsed to the ground like an emptied sack of grain. Just. Collapsed. “Well, that’s that,” Hamartano said, though Smarts thought he saw the man’s hands shaking, just a little. “Bet that was one of them! And now we’re safe, anyone seen any sign of Turtle or that drunkard?” “Who?” Smarts asked, baffled. Hamartano sighed, gustily. “Look, I can’t be doing everything for you, Smarts.” He thumped Smarts on the shoulder, hard. “I’ll take this side, you go that way. We gotta find them, before anything happens to them, eh? And mind the gizka!” Her claws scrabbled against the mass of stone that pinned her. She was alive. Buried in darkness, but alive. Tania! heaved. Stone pinned her, broken stone, crushed her beneath its weight. She could not make out any sign that Hanoi lived. Perhaps that was for the best. Her last encounter with the caves in the lowlands and that strange swirling thing…it had left her feeling strangely reluctant to pursue the caves. Not after the loud keening that hurt her, sent her fleeing back into the mountains where she brooded. And even now, she wanted to go back, felt drawn back to the prey that gathered in their caves in the lowlands, and…she did not know. She had not seen the light of their glow-sticks, but something called her. And she wanted to live. She wanted, so badly, to live. The weight of the stone flew off her, as though drawn off by the force of her desire. Tania! scrambled to her feet, slowly. Battered. Exhausted. There was a ripple in the currents that drew her attention. One of the prey species stood there, hooded. Like the ones she had faced, before her slumber, and yet different. Tania! could not tell the quality of the difference. She only knew it was different, as her left claw was from her right. The current stirred, tugging at her. What did it want? Tania! raised a claw experimentally, and the prey species staggered back, shouting. A more powerful tug, and Tania! lunged. This one was faster than the ragged one, dodging with a speed that was more like what Tania! remembered. Lightning coruscated from its open hands, lightning bright blue-white, so bright that it hurt her eyes, so bright that Tania! immediately felt the protective nictitating membrane slide shut over her eyes, so bright she glanced aside briefly. The lightning itself, at least, did not hurt. It was a curiosity. Tania! reared back and poked at the hooded one with her claws. Her claws stopped, as though they’d come into contact with a solid stone wall. She scrabbled, and thought she felt it part, just slightly. She applied more force. “A terentatek,” it whispered, almost reverently. “Out of the days of legend. Truly, no matter the setbacks, our victory over the Jedi is assured. We will take the Valley for our own. And with the power of the Valley stored in the sceptre, even Skywalker’s so-called Academy must fall to us! But first, you. Will. Serve.” She felt it, a strange pressure in her head. Currents reaching out to embrace her, to drag her down. She snarled, gnashing tusks. Tania! did not like it. Did not like it at all. “Stop.” The pressure snapped, and Tania! staggered backwards. One of the prey species stood at the mouth of the cave, holding by a thin neck some round object that Tania! did not know. All she knew was that it was not a glow-stick. “Get out of the way!” the hooded prey snarled, and this time, Tania! caught the pulse of current from the outstretched hand of the hooded prey, and the prey species slammed into the cave wall. Somehow, he’d managed to hold onto the object, Tania! wasn’t sure how. The hooded prey whirled about and turned back to her. “As for you—” Tania! lunged. She wasn’t about to give it another chance. “Damnit!” the hooded one snarled. She heard the familiar snap-hiss of a glow stick as it carved through her, burned through her. It hurt so terribly. She bellowed in pain, but the hooded one was fast, and reckless, and she wasn’t sure if she’d hit her prey at all. After all these years. The current tugged at her, for the last time. Tania! put herself in its claws, and went. Bookwyrm / Myhar Impay was executed! He was a Settler! Devotary / Tania! was killed! She was a Force-Sensitive Terentatek Who Is As Much A Settler As Any of You! @JNV and @ookla the POKE VOTE are both on notice here for a cycle of inactivity. One more cycle of inactivity and they will be either replaced by a pinch-hitter, if one is available, or killed by the latest hazard in Dreshdae! The cycle has begun and will end on Wednesday, 7th December 2022 at 0100hrs SGT (GMT+8)! Please be reminded that PMs are closed.

LG91 Night 5: With Pain The Storm Who could have killed a Stone Shaman? Many people in Earthen Truth revered the Shamanism. Thought it governed by the True Will of the Almighty, even above the Splinters of him that they held. And in some ways they were right. But in some ways even the Almighty had been vulnerable, as were the Shamans. But who could have done so? One individual had an idea. That someone - Chantara - had hidden from their sight somehow. Potentially a trick of the blade of Illumination. One of those Blades had been with the Tukari from the beginning until Stick's death, but another had been with Illwei when they died. And not seen since. An initial search of Chantara found nothing. But then someone took a gemstone from them, and it burst into light, and the various coins shimmered and turned into Tukari symbols. Another had been found. But they were not done here. Chantara was executed! They were a Tukari Invader and the Bearer of Paliah's Honorblade! Kalak's Honorblade has been reclaimed or redistributed! Paliah's Honorblade has been redistributed! Vote Count (corrected): Chantara (7): Araris Valerian, JNV, Shining Silhouette / Ookla the Debonair, Amanuensis / Ookla the Remembered, InfiniteInsanity, Archer / Ookla the Paragrapher, Elkanah Turtle / Ookla the POKE VOTE (1): Chantara JNV (1): Tani / Ookla the Implosion The turn will end on Monday, December 5th at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

Hey so for a sec I forgot the haiku thing disregard my posts

AHHH Okay, so. Me and this girl have been best friends since we were babies. We were really really close until about a year ago, when I had a big argument with the rest of her friend group but we still stayed friends. Gradually we sort of drifted and stopped talking completely. I assumed I was nothing to her now, since she’s one of the ‘cool’ ones and I am most definitely not. AND… she just texted me to ask whether I wanted to start talking to her againnnnnn here’s the thing: I have terrible friends and really missed how we used to be. But I thought that was a daydream, nothing more. BUT SHE JUST TEXTED ME… I’m on a slight emotional high right now. Someone send help before I destroy the entire planet in my happiness

SO IM FINALLY WATCHIG A HITCHCOCK MOVIE im watching pyscho but it doesnt have subtitles *crying emoji as im not a native english speaker i hardly understand any english media if it doesnt have subtitles

I want to say I liked TLM, because there were moments that I truly did enjoy. I think I’m seeing lots of similar feelings though to my overall reaction to some of the “overstuffed/overplayed” nature of the story… The middle section of TLM in particular felt almost like a fan fiction, as did the “big bad” reveal early in the story. Then again, we’ve got a bunch of really committed fans who pour over the books and interviews and Word of Brandon that by the time a book comes out, statistically it’s likely that the fan community will guess at least some of what’s coming next. Consider the difference between: I love Brandon’s writings, and I’ve loved all the cosmere books so far. That said, TLM fell a bit flat. No author will hit it out of the park 100% of the time, and Brandon has certainly spoiled us with nonstop high quality material so far. The argument that he enjoys doing multiple projects all at the same time because it’s his process, when the messy quality of TLM is what we get after waiting six years, makes me question the process a bit now. I’m glad he’s taking more time to get Stormlight 5 right.

The scammers are getting more crafty. Or maybe just more annoying.

I've been very bored and tired recently. Almost my whole day today was playing Minecraft and checking to see if the roleplays I'm in were active, which they weren't for the most part. On the bright side, I got WoK from the library so there's something.

Whisper moved swiftly towards the pile of blueprints, taking a map for herself and studying it as further conversations developed behind her. The former layout did not seem to have any correlation to what she had mapped earlier, but that was to be expected. Such patterns were rarely so easy as to be seen at a glance, not even by her. Room by room she devoted the map to memory, trusting her own rather than a borrowed coppermind. This box... she considered, also devoting the lady's description to her mind. Worth delving further into or not? Unlikely that anything a random noble lady owns would be of interest, but then something is happening to this house. They are perhaps a more interesting family than they first appear. Her eyes flickered over the walls, looking over the decorations, pictures, trying to find portraits and family trees that so many nobles loved to display. But she quickly grew distracted by the question behind her. One of her new associates was a Seeker it seemed, though blessedly unfamiliar with Surges. That could complicate things of course, but for now it should not change anything overmuch. In the worst case there was doubtless some abyssal entity wandering the house that she could lure in to deal with anyone too problematic, or she could simply separate from the others. Continuing her lifelong wish of spreading her devotion was of course important, but it would not be too much of a problem if she needed to simply leave these few be. Odds are most won't make it back anyway. She reasoned. Mentally reviewing the rest of the information had been given, Whisper realized too late that her current guise should perhaps have acted more excited or greedy about the mention of pay. The sum meant very nearly nothing to Whisper, but an ordinary thief would be much more invested. With a slight inaudible curse she drew some of her attention back to the conversations and her expressions rather than devoting all to the problems. What should I do with it after? She wondered. Donate it? Seems pointless. Buy something? Even more... no, perhaps not pointless. That much funding... might be able to approach things a different way. Obtain a building. Perhaps a church? Plans formed and revised in moments, though Whisper lacked enough financial awareness to know how far ten thousand chrysts would stretch, but surely it would be enough for a start at least? Devoting one to all of her gods seemed like it would be impossible, almost nobody else understood the connections of perfection that ran between them. But perhaps one. Perhaps this was her chance to make amends, to regain some small measure of utility after the colossal failure that was the end of the Forgery. She winced, pain piercing through her eye and into her brain. Her muscles tensed immediately in response, far too familiar with the more extreme pain that would be following shortly after. But she could keep it under control for now couldn't she? Surely she had not become so utterly useless that she would fail so simple an infiltration due to some head pains.

I have jangly bracelets They fit just right They’re loose like they should be but they don’t slip off unless I want them to I’ve been walking around randomly shaking my fists *amusement noises*

Didn't find a thread for this in this forum, so here we go! Dragonsteel Prime sample chapters and TLM:

Laurelai, Mistkeep Laurelai gave a pleased smile to the praise before following Lita's line of sight. The inviting sound of music called from within the church, enough for Laurelai to already begin relaxing. She had hoped that the entire day could have been sent recovering from the stress of a week in Records, and yet here she was just as tense as she had been yesterday. Giving a rueful shake of the head she looked the building over, gaze lingering on the stained glass windows, illuminated from within. "Mmm, looks quite lovely." She commented, not having been herself but quickly drawn to the ambiance. "And I'm never opposed to a little blasphemy. Especially not when it's attached to lovely conversation and something fine to drink." Following Lita's lead, Laurelai breathed a sigh of relief as they were enveloped by a wall of warmth and sound. The streets outside had not been kind to her decision regarding boldness today, almost enough to make her regret her choice. The number of stares she received upon entering into the building however, immediately satisfied her that she had chosen well. Giving a practiced and pleased smile around the room, she turned back to Lita just quickly enough to avoid prompting anyone's approach. "Drinks first or dancing do you think?" She asked, voice raised a little to be heard over the music. "Or would you prefer to avoid that given your recent... piercing." Mmm, yes those lingering glances were most satisfying. It was always a nice feeling to have chosen the right outfit for the occasion, especially when pairing it with the right smile for maximum effect. Laurelai, Alleycity 18 years ago There were only two options, but Laurelai agonized between the white and the blue dresses. They were the only two she owned that could really be called nice, one, a simple Scadrian white was supplied by the orphanage to wear when they were taken out, the other had been a gift for her from the Lamirir's when they'd... "Al-ethi" She said, shaking her head to dismiss the upsetting thought and repeating the words they'd used to describe it. She always seemed to have more trouble than other children with pronounciation but two years of practice had mostly helped. She could be understood now at least. "Ha-vah" She wondered which would be the best to choose, a pit of nervous worry was already forming in her stomach at the thought of the meeting that was to take place this afternoon. She could make no mistakes, she was already so lucky that someone was even meeting with her to consider taking her in. "Blue." She decided eventually, practicing the word and pulling the dress from her small cot. "Hello. My name is Laurlai. Laurelai. Laurelai Esserethel. I am wearing a blue havah." Practicing further as she changed, she wondered what these new people, the Vennit's would think. What would they look for in a child? They would want her to smile, she had learned that quickly enough. People were unnerved by children who just silently stared or cried in a corner. The Lamirir's had told her she had a wonderful smile when they first met her. She practiced, wishing that she had a mirror to see in. Quickly enough however she had to give up on smiling practice to focus on her buttons. They were so difficult, and she still wasn't sure why it was so important for her to button over one hand but not the other. It was much easier to put this dress on when someone could help her. Sometimes one of the adults would do that if they had time. Once the children had helped her, though they avoided her now. VeeVee would help me. She thought, recalling her friend from before the Lamirir's. She always helped me with buttons and words. She smiled in fond recollection, before remembering what had happened to her first and only friend with a sudden shiver. Her smile was lost instantly, tears springing to her eyes and only just managing to be held back. "No no no." She whispered to herself. "Happy happy. Smiling. Hello, my name is Laurelai. I am wearing blue. Hello Mister Vennit, hello Misses Vennit. It is nice to meet you." The smile was gone, with no way to retrieve it. She hadn't practiced enough, hadn't worked hard enough. Why had she thought about VeeVee like that? It was only going to upset her after all, best not to think about things like that. Not VeeVee, not the smell of rose-scented soaps, not fires and not the Lamirir's. But then what was there? What could she think about without getting upset? A soft, warm sensation spread across her scalp. A feeling of loving fingers tracing something into her hairline. She smiled at the feeling, her tears quickly drying and the tension and worry that had begun to consume her mind disappearing as it washed through her. It felt comforting, and caring, and affectionate. It felt like everything that Laurelai wanted. It felt like love. "Hello Mister Vennit, hello Missus Vennit." Laurelai said sometime later, smiling happily at the couple. "My name is Laurelai." "Oh isn't she darling?" Said missus Vennit, returning the smile as she crouched next to Laurelai. "What a lovely dress Laurelai, very fitting for such a lovely girl." "It is my blue havah." Laurelai said proudly, turning to better display the fabric and smiling even wider. She hoped that she'd chosen the right dress, the right smile.

This story has been bouncing around as my mind since a Discord discussion on the motivations of Ati and Leras in taking up the shards they did. Since we don't know much about their original ascensions, I had to take some creative license, but I hope you guys enjoy. "I will take Ruin." The setting sun glinted in Ati's red hair. "Perhaps I can contain it's power, at least for a time, and prevent its destructive potential from being realized." The others remained silent as Ati stepped forward, hands outstretched to take in the power. Leras felt unable to speak, paralyzed, though his heart was racing in his chest. This is happening too quickly. Some of the others were already gone, racing off into the Cosmere with their newfound divinity, no doubt setting out to find a position of advantage from which to fortify themselves from attack by the others. No, no, no. This can't be happening. Ati was the best of them. His kindness and laughter had saved Leras in his darkest moments. This was not supposed to be that way. He could see the logic in Ati's sacrifice, of course. Though Uli Da, Rayse, and Bavadin had already departed with their shards moments before, and those remaining would count themselves lucky that none of them had taken Ruin as their own, Leras was not sure who he would trust with that kind of power. Edgli, cautious as ever, continued to watch, no doubt calculating which of the sixteen was most likely to renege on their pact the quickest. The logic did not make it any easier to accept that Ati the person was gone, and what remained of him would live the rest of his eons of existence in a constant struggle to contain the power he had claimed. I have to do something. Leras's eyes darted between the impassive faces of his remaining companions. Why weren't any of them doing something to stop this? They don't care. All they see is their own chance to ascend; their own piece of godhood. I have to protect him. Please, Ati, don't leave me. "Chin up, Leras," Ati smiled, meeting Leras's eyes as the black mist continued to wind its way around his body. "Surely there are worse things to fear than becoming a dark god of destruction." As he finished speaking, Ati's form seemed to evaporate as it was consumed by the black mist. His human self was burned away by the god-like power he now held, leaving only divinity behind. "ATI!!!!" Leras stumbled forward into the space Ati had occupied only moments before. A light sprung up, seemingly in response to his shout. It was a white mist, contrasting the black one that had consumed Ati. In horror, Leras watched as the mists began to envelop him. His entire body began to burn as if his veins were being set alight beneath his skin. A thousand pleasures and pains assaulted him at once, and his back arched in simultaneous torment and ecstasy as the power consumed him. I will save Ati. I will Preserve him. As his body dissolved, Leras shot off, knowing Ati would have tried to get as far as possible to avoid causing any unintended harm. Already, he could feel his mind expanding much as his body had. Time and space seemed to lose meaning. He reached out into the beyond, grasping at millions of possible futures, understanding them in an instant. Why am I chasing him? Leras pushed forward, locating the futures in which he and Ati were together, and willed himself to that place, passing over whole solar systems in an instant. "Leras? What are you doing here? My power it. . . it burns. You . . ." Leras received the impression of Ati, as he remembered him, reaching out with a hand. Leras reached out his own power eagerly, seeking to envelop Ati in his embrace. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" They screamed in unison, and the echoes of their cries seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of the Cosmere. Leras recoiled from Ati, slowly regaining his senses as the intense pain faded. "What, what was that?" "I don't know." Leras examined his own power more closely. Mingling his power with Ati's had felt explosive, like a volcano erupting under a frozen lake. Despite the pain of the experience, part of Leras seemed to call out to record it perfectly in his memory, to preserve it for all time. Preservation. It sensed my desire to preserve Ati, and accepted me as its Vessel. "Our powers, it appears, are in conflict. Ruin and Preservation: we are opposites. Our powers will not mingle easily. " "Yes." Leras could sense, rather than hear, the hesitation in Ati's voice as he considered the new knowledge. Leras mentally cursed Adonalsium. How was it that he had ended up with the one Shard that would prevent him from remaining close to Ati? Already he could feel himself drifting away from Ati, pulled by his own power away from its opposite. No! Desperate, Leras again reached into the beyond, searching for a future in which he and Ati could remain together. His power seemed to navigate through the unmeasurable expanse of possibility easily, appearing eager to find futures where current circumstances were preserved. "Leras?" "Got it! Our powers may not mingle easily, but we can use them together. I've seen it. Ati, together, we can create anything. We could form entire worlds out of the abyss if we wanted." As he spoke, Leras felt his power seeming shrink into itself, as if resiling from the thought of so much change. "Neither of us can alone, of course, but together. . ." "No, Leras. I have made up my mind. We must abide by our pact, remember? I will find some dark corner of the Cosmere, and find a way to keep myself there, so that my power cannot harm anyone." "But you don't have to only destroy Ati, together we can create." "Leras, this is my burden to bear. Leave, and find a planet to protect. If we do as you say, your plan will only lead to the destruction of all we have made, and likely you as well." Unbidden, a vision of the future Ati spoke of came into view, a world consumed by fire and ash. And yet, that was not all Leras saw. I can preserve them. "Ati, friend, if you must destroy one day, would it not be better to ruin something we ourselves have created? That way, the rest of the Cosmere may be preserved. Our powers will counteract each other for a time, and perhaps delay the events you fear." Or prevent them completely. Though the thought of misleading Ati twisted his heart, the power Leras held seemed to pulse eagerly at the thought of having an entire world to preserve against destruction. "Leras. . . I can't. I cannot bear the thought of killing you. I will only ask once more. Leave this place. If I destroy you I may never forgive myself." If you destroy at all, you will never forgive yourself. And I would rather see the Cosmere consumed by your power then spend eons apart from you. "I am resolute, Ati, you will not convince me. Give this a chance, and we can create something beautiful together. Our powers will balance each other. You can force things to evolve and change, and my power will protect what we create from complete annihilation." It took further negotiation, but eventually, a deal was struck. Together, Ati and Leras stretched out until they found an empty system, and there they pulled a planet from the void and set about creating life there. Ati, already succumbing to influence of his power, secured the promise that one day Leras would allow him to destroy that which they created. Leras agreed, and with a heavy heart began to plan the betrayal of the person he loved most. Dimly, he saw one future where mists, black and white, intertwined, becoming something greater.

Hamartano heard a faint buzzing in his earpiece. It was the first signal he had from it for days, after the attack on the comms device. He turned the knob, hearing the whining noise of static—then, through the haze of noise, a voice calling clearly. He paused. A frequency he wasn’t used to, yet unmistakably transmitting something. “Hamartano, over.” There was a second’s pause. “It’s time. Over.” Elation sprang up in Hamartano’s chest. “Copy!” he yelled, his exhilaration carrying his voice over the loud revving of his bike’s engine. He tore the earpiece out and shoved it in his jacket. The bike tore away out of the desert sands, the bolts of the now-armed gizka falling harmlessly past him. Hamartano was brooking no delay. The bike rattled as he pushed the accelerator as far down as it could go, and only when the engine started cutting and choking did he reduce its speed. He was still tearing up ground, though, and jumped off his still-speeding bike as it came in front of the now-familiar bar. Sahje looked aghast at the unmanned vehicle; at least, he did until its retreating form trampled a row of ten gizka as it screeched to a standing halt, gleaming in the sun. The gizka stood up, disoriented and disarmed but very much not dead. Humtumb the gizka man ran forward to grab them up, and Hamartano shook his head slightly. Well, he could occupy himself with what he pleased. More important matters were ahead. He strode in. Glares greeted his arrival. Apparently, doing in the shifty local ecologist hadn’t done wonders for his reputation. He briefly considered whether the homicide could also be classified as a breach of the Codes, then swept the errant thought aside as he mounted the tallest stool and pulled out his blaster, pointing it squarely at Smarts, the technician. Hands scrambled for weapons elsewhere in the seats, but Hamartano was ahead of them. He flipped the catch above the trigger, and the length of the blaster shrank, contracting into itself. The trigger folded in, becoming a simple button lever, which the swoop gangster pulled with a flick of his thumb, sending out a blinding blue rod of light. The two shots which had been fired at him were deflected into the roof and the ground below him. Hamartano was not interested in further casualties. Yet. Lightsaber in hand, he addressed the group. “I am on the Jedi Council,” he proclaimed. “And we have decided it is time to show ourselves to you once more.” He pointed at Nees Bac, who he acknowledged with a smile, the first Hamartano had cracked in ages. It was good to drop the false animosity. “The Jawa man has been my helper here. A little short, but the Council thought he’d do alright. And he has. Saved that one—” he now jabbed his finger at Turtle—“from some Sith a couple days ago. He’s been the one actively fighting them, you know. Had the nerve to put me on reconnaissance, saying the Force would guide him to his needed targets. I guess it has. Me, I just rely on Old Faithful here.” He patted his lightsaber hilt. “That said, the both of us have been doing some watching and messing around with the Force, and we’ve got news. “GIZKA MAN!” he hollered, and Humtumb stumbled in. A thumb flew in his direction. “Gizka man is not one of those Desaan types we’re supposed to be hunting. Neither is the midget”— he pointed directly at Moff—“or the quieter guy there”—his finger alighted on Kalabel. “And unless the Sith have gone even more Force-mad, it ain’t Turtle either. Doesn’t stop ‘em from being in league with the unsavoury types, but it does leave us with only a few people to check.” He retracted his blade and jumped down. “Jev. Smarts. Lib. KD. One of ’em wants me and Nees dead. Reckon it’s Smarts, from my sense of the guy, but it’s never too soon to be exploring other people too. I ain’t never felt good about Lib, and KD has been tailing Smarts too much for my liking anyway. One of ‘em wants to try me, they can come at me. I’ll be ready with this guy.” He flourished the lightsaber and ignited it once more, twirling outside and sending four blasts deflected into the hearts of the gizka jumping up and down near the entrance. “But till then y’all gotta make some choices.” In case my RP was not clear: @Alvron and I are the Jedi. I, like Anakin before me, am not particularly good at this Alv has been better, and submitted the Force Sense that saved Turtle C2. (I’ll let you guess how he chose a target ) We both agreed on Hael C3 and managed to get a Sith even though I’ve been doing much more terribly in-thread with my analysis. And sorry about that show we put on yesterday. It was kinda necessary to make sure we were both under enough lynch pressure to not get hit till our Force Senses recharged. We will be protecting each other this cycle, so Elims don’t even try to hit us (or do ), and we also have a “cleared” list. These are people who for whatever reason could not be Desaan Reborn. Note: they can still be cultists!! These are mechanical clears based on our action results. This group is @DrakeMarshall, @Madagascar, @Ashbringer. Turtle is also clear by virtue of his being attacked C2. This leaves Matrim, Fadran, Wizard, and JNV as options for the last Desaan Reborn, with weaker suspicion on JNV than the other three due to activity patterns and tone. Please make something of all this information, because I have not been able to and also stop trying to kill me >>

Lita, Mistkeep A slight unease crept over Lita at Laurelai’s question. Had she inquired about her bar idea with the Dark Alley’s “highest authority”? Being a Department Head now, there was only one true higher authority to check with, and Lita has rather been putting off a meeting with him. Voidus. Laurelai’s father, the one who had killed the Stranger. She had seen him reach into the Spiritual Realm to pull his old friend into the Cognitive. She had watched as the two had battled, blinding light against inky endless nothing. He had featured in plenty of her restless nightmares and pensive dreams. It was not a meeting Lita was looking forward to having. But of course, not checking beforehand could lead to something even less pleasant. ”Next on my list,” Lita said, hoping that her voice sounded lighter and more confident than she felt. “Seemed little point in asking him if I didn’t first get the most important opinion on the location.” She smiled knowingly at Laurelai; flattery always set her more at ease, and nothing seemed to fluster the blonde like talking about her father. Lita could understand - having a god for a parent sounded mentally exhausting. “Now,” she continued, pointing up the street to an old Survivorist church. “I would consider this our closest competitor. I’ve come here a few times and the ambience is quite spectacular. Always gives a little flavor, that taste of blasphemy. And who doesn’t want to drink in church?” As they neared the building, one could see the word arching over the doorway in gold metallic letters: HATHSIN. Moody, deep light seeped out the stained glass windows, and the sound of conversation and music spilled out as someone else opened the door to exit. Lita grinned at her friend. ”Shall we?” —————————- Vivica, The Cauldron “What is something you always wished to do while we were in the Forgery?" Vivica glanced upward at Nox as he spoke, breaking out of the reverie that had quickly swept over her when he had put an arm around her, stepping out of the Alley. She could hardly believe that it was possible to be this happy. Her beautiful new white dress brushed against the backs of her legs as they stepped onto the street, silk and chiffon whisper-light on her skin. The casual touch of Nox’s hand over her shoulders sent pleasant shivers through her, echoing warm, delirious memories of the past few hours. She smiled at him, even forgetting to be afraid of the open city. It felt impossible to be afraid with him so near. ”This is all I ever wished to do in the Forgery, Nox,” said Vivica, nestling closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. A man on the corner of the street was selling ice cream, scooping perfect spheres of pastel softness onto sweet cones. The sight stirred another memory. ”Wait…” Vivica stopped and pointed at the cart, tugging slightly on Nox’s shirtsleeve. “There was a cart like that that used to park outside the hospital. I could see it from my window.” She smiled softly, a bit sadly. “I used to watch it sometimes, daydream about walking down the hospital stairs with you and eating ice cream. Leaving the Cognitive Ward. Sitting in the square. Feeling a breeze maybe. Like real people do.” Vivica looked into Nox’s perfect, dark eyes. “This is real, isn’t it Nox?” @Voidus

yea have like 4 refusal to vote and stuff when he is around, which while amusing isn’t a great fit of my profile of village!Alvron the Fifth vote is still bad imo, honestly it feels a little like maybe none of you actually read the contents of my defenses of Fifth and just mentally filed it as a suspicious defense nobody has responded to my points, despite being quite happy to view the fact that the defense existed as alignment indicative Alvron has survived one too many votes, and in particular I can’t completely ignore your vote in contraposition to the possibility of an Alvron execution, not when you said it was because there was no reasoning to execute Alvron and then voted Bookwyrm, because I don’t really remember me or any of the other Bookwyrm voters from providing any substantive reasoning against Bookwyrm like at all Hael was doing almost exactly the distancing things to Alvron, which I pointed out last cycle “Everyone, if I may have metaphorical a soap box for a minute,” Dr. Dacken Humtumb raised his voice. “I have been hearing a great many folks voicing concerns about the increasing gizka population hereabouts. Why, some of you even appear to regret the loss of the HK exterminator unit! Madness! It tried to exterminate me! Still, as I am a patient and benevolent doctor, I would like to address these concerns. In particular, some of you have stated that the gizka are an invasive species, and pose a threat to the indigenous ecology.” Dacken looked meaningfully at the ecologist amongst them. Or at least, he tried to. Where had the ecologist gotten to? This speech wouldn’t have nearly the same impact without him, Dacken pouted. But the only thing left to do was forge on. “This is a serious accusation against the gizka, and consequently I take it seriously. I would not want to see nature subverted, after all, no! I assure you the preservation of nature is chiefest of my concerns! But if your concern is for the natural ecosystem of Korriban… Well, I would challenge your assumptions! You know what they say, when you assume, you make an ass out of you and mmmmm. And I’m sure I don’t know who mmmmm is, but you probably don’t want to make an ass out of yourself, now, do you?” “Anyways, where was I? Right, Korriban’s natural ecosystem. Well. What natural ecosystem??? Look around you!” Dacken spoke at a fevered pitch, sweeping his hand expansively to gesture at the hostile scenery around him. Narrowly dodging a stray blaster bolt from a gizka in the process, which left a black scorch mark in the rock it collided with and a lingering smell of burnt and ozone. “Whatever natural ecosystem lived on Korriban has long since perished, choked to extinction or sculpted and reshaped over centuries of human interference. The Dark Side of the Force is a pathway to many creatures that some would consider… Unnatural. Why, just two days ago my gambling partner got bisected by a great big terentek!” “That is why I think gizka should be as welcome on Korriban as anything else. Everything’s a bit unnatural here! What’s a few extra gizka? Think of it less like an invasive species, and more like nature reclaiming a place in the wake of a natural disaster. A place that has not been allowed to sustain most kinds of life for quite some time. A place where the old, dead shrines of the sith are more important than living creatures, hah! Enough, says I! And besides that, do you really think the gizka pose a genuine ecological threat to such large predators like tu’kata, shyracks, terenteks?? I am more than confident that the Sith-bred creatures can look after themselves. Gizka are hardy, surprisingly intelligent, and above all cute… But they’re also pretty harmless. I really can’t think of a better critter to be the salvation Korriban.” “AND THAT IS WHY,” Dacken continued, “It is such a travesty, what has been done to my sweet little gizka. Yet again, nature has been co-opted by humanity for their own dubious designs! Yet again, the gizka are a scapegoat!” Dacken ducked under a fresh stream of blaster fire that seemed to follow him. Big, fat drops of sweat rolled down his face. He was not well-suited to this athleticism and acrobatics, no. Dodging blaster fire was so uncivilized for a learned gentleman such as Dr. Dacken Humtumb. Most physical labor was, but that was besides the point. “Come on, Waggs! Fight it! I know you’re in there somewhere!!!” Dacken pleaded. “Join me now, fellow inhabitants of Dreshdae. We must disarm the gizka, without hurting them. That is the only way we can truly resolve this conundrum. That is the only way to show we are better than this.” ”And besides, who knows what fighting the beasties will do? Gizkas have so many untapped depths. They multiply like gizka. If you incite the gizka to wrath more than you already have, I would not be so sure that humanity would emerge as the victors! Contemplate that for a moment!” ”I will be here, ready and poised to disarm any live, armed, and unharmed gizka you can safely subdue and deliver,” Dacken brandished a screwdriver. “Now, get to it! Give peace a chance!”

GUYS! IT'S A RECORD! 14 WEEKS OF ANKLE ISSUES! *sarcastic thumbs-up* But hey, MRI results should come in by Tuesday. Hopefully we'll get answers! That's all. Bye!

Rule Clarifications: Player List:

Yes, only Skybreakers didn't abandon their Oaths, and then began to hunt and kill those who might be close bonding a spren, like Lift and Ym

How far I have fallen without the Chapel. Whisper thought scathingly as the child approached her. Being pitied by a child, and not for an act of feigned innocence, over simple pain. Years of experience seemed to flee all at once, Whisper lost the muscle memory that would usually save her in circumstances like this. Instead she froze, wondering which muscles to put where in order to create a smile. Other people did it all the time, easy as breathing. And she had learned to do it, after a lot of practice. So why was she now unable to? Still staring stiffly she took the offered food mostly on instinct, unsure what to actually do with it. The child had still not dropped dead, nor broken out in any other sort of illness. Which meant that if the food was poisoned it was not with anything that would act particularly quickly. And if it was acting that slowly then there was really no risk at all to her, she could simply return to the Alleys. Eventually she managed a small nod of gratitude in the girls direction. Habitually she tilted her head up to display the thick scar tissue along her neck, though the girl was a little shorter than Whisper herself and could probably see it even without that gesture. Another thing to be grateful for. Whisper realized, slowly recovering herself. With her here at least people aren't mistaking me for a child. Whether a feature of the experiments from when she was younger, or simply some quirk of genetics, Whisper during her late teens was perhaps only a half inch taller than this girl. Vivi. Her mind corrected, supplying the information from a conversation she had only half payed attention to. Her name was Vivi she said. One of those born from the Forgery perhaps? Or simply forgotten by some quirk of its removal. Was there something familiar about the girl? Unlikely that Whisper had met her previously, given her usual activities, but not impossible. She was at the least a pleasant distraction, Whisper could feel the pain receding from behind the orbit of her eye already, faster than she could remember it fading before. Perhaps this job did not simply have to be a punishment due to invoking the head of Counterintelligence's ire. Perhaps Whisper might actually be able to scrape some measure of enjoyment for herself from it. Thank you. She wrote simply on her board. You hold your blade well. Hesitating a moment, uncertainly, Whisper looks around before smiling as she reads something from atop the blueprints she holds, and adds another line to her board. You may call me Willow. @Sorana

"They forgot about me." Vivi's voice was quiet, forlorn. "Everybody forgot that I exist, which class I went to. My dancing teacher claims, that she never saw me before." She listened as the others continued with their questions, listened to their host who explained more about the thing they would be looking for. Despite the strangers in the room, Vivi looked forward to the job. A heist, as it would have been called in a book. It would be exciting and she would be able to do something for once. To earn her own money. The prospect brightened her mood and she shoved all dark thoughts into a corner of her mind. She had been forgotten once, she would make sure that this wouldn't happen a second time. She let the others discuss their abilities, pondered whether she should talk about her own as well and finally pulled out her rapier and lifted it a little to indicate that she knew how to use it. Let them believe it or not, her father had trained her well. Pride envelopped her heart and she wrapped the rapier's belt around her hip, the weapon a welcome weight at her side. Vivi used the discussion to look around the room again, tried to get a better idea who had come here. Lady Warren had mentioned the Dark Alley and she considered the possibility of one of them being here. Most likely. According to her mom they were always around when strange things happened. Vivi looked at everybody present, tried to decide who might be an undercover agent, the Ghostbloods had to be here for sure as well. And Tuba. Just like in the stories. The Scholar's, too. And they would work grudingly together and against each other and defeat the evil ones. Just like they had done with Plasma Core or the bomb. Excitement made her heart flutter and she looked at everybody again, pictured them to be like the heros of the Seven Day War she had heard so much about. Maybe one day, their statues would be in the Hall of Legends, too. Maybe one day, she herself would have a statue there. Her gaze rested on one member of the team after the other and the imagined them in a heroic pose, defying evil. The wince of the quiet woman who had entered the room shortly after herself disrupted her dream of turning into an aweinspiring hero of old. Was she afraid? Vivi looked more closely. No, she didn't look afraid. Making a quick decision she picked up a sandwich, just like one the woman had eaten earlier and handed it to her. "Food helps with dark thoughts." She gave a small smile. "If you don't want it, I can eat it." @Voidus

Marie, the Bindpoint Marie wavered at the man's offer. He was a Valiert? The name was faintly familiar; perhaps she'd met a couple in passing at balls, but all of that was so long ago. The house must have survived to the present day. Certainly she didn't recall this particular lord, but then, she wouldn't; she had never been a part of Elendel's noble scene. Not that she would have wanted to - but should she want to, now? Should she consider dipping her toes into whatever equivalent this city had? The idea wasn't very appealing. Maybe it should be, though. She had to start somewhere, to prove she could interact with people. Admittedly that might be difficult as an Inquisitor, but there wasn't much to do about that. "I would appreciate that," she said abruptly. How long had she been thinking? Marie fixed her eyespikes on the Valiert. "Actually, I'm looking for something else to wear as well, so if -" Movement caught her gaze; a flash of light followed by the movement suddenly freezing again. Marie tensed at this, head turning to catch it. The lines there, the way they pointed, and in that concentration - she hadn't seen them like that since kandra back on Scadrial. Her hand slipped into her pocket again. "You," she called out. "Did you follow me?" She looked back at the Valiert, searching this time, and he had the same rusting patterns. Spiked. Something ran through her, a shiver of some emotion she couldn't - or didn't want to - name, and she bared her teeth for a moment. "He sent you after me? And here I thought for once - no." She ran her thumb over the raised design on the irony in her palm; the largest denomination of coin, worth two boxings, but more important was its weight. "Why are you here, then? What do the two of you have to say?" She stared down the one who had been about to sneak off. "Are you just keeping a rusting eye on me? Or...are you going to try to take me back?" Ironies were coins that could do damage. She didn't know if a good Push with it could shatter a kandra's bones, but she'd be happy if she got to find out. @Voidus @Ookla the Nerdy

TBH I don’t see why people are theorising that the Ghostbloods who Steris met at the docks might be Skybreakers. One of them asks whether Steris’ instruction is legal, which seems like a thing any ordinary person might do. They can fly and sink large ships quickly, which is something a bunch of Coinshots can do. It seems much more likely to me that they’re local Allomancers who have been recruited into the Ghostbloods. Is there a reason to assume they’re anything more exotic than that?

LG91 Day 5: Death of Dali and The Daughter The Tukari had grown bold as of late. Earthen Truth was on a level of lockdown, with the wandering about at night closely monitored. Dali-son-Nar had been waiting for a moment he could reveal what he knew, but first he had to sleep as most men did, and couldn't exactly do that out in the streets. He opened the door, and the neighboring houses heard a shout, and nothing more. Izzy-daughter-Ammi had been waiting for the moment to reveal herself too. The lines of Connection she saw... they'd shifted in interesting patterns, concentrated in the folk who gathered in the square. Even as the people died, the Honorblades remained. Stone Shamanism had guided her and her fellows long, and it did not fail her. But even with one of the blades at her side, she couldn't access its abilities within, and despite her other guards against attack Progression was out of her reach. Which left her defenseless when someone came attacking with a Shardblade or Honorblade of their own. And the town of Earthen Truth awoke to the deaths of Dali-son-Nar and the Daughter of Shinovar. The Unknown Novel / Ookla the Unknown was killed! They were a member of the Shin High Council! Alvron was killed! They were the Stone Shaman and the Bearer of Kalak's Honorblade! Kalak's Honorblade is available to be claimed by Alvron's killer! If it remains unclaimed, it will be redistributed at the end of the Day Turn. The turn will end on Sunday, December 4th at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

Given that both are described as a kind of encroaching danger to humans and that Ambition's Vessel was fain I think it's possible that the Evil is related to it.

Hey all! I’m trying to create a Mistborn: The Final Empire MTG set, and art for Mistborn is a hair difficult to come across for just general non-character specific art. I own Mistborn: House War, which is just full of great art that I would love to use. The issue is that the cards themselves likely cut the full art a tad, as well as not crediting the artist that made the art. I’ve been looking about, but can’t seem to find a website that can give me all of the Mistborn: House War art with the credited artists that made them. Is there a place that has that? If not, having a place to look at and use (credited of course) art from Mistborn?

I'm sorry to say That I'm not in the challenge. But why not try here? Trees can be deadly In very large quantities. Even the small ones. Tree/0

This seems backwards. You don't suddenly care about legality because you've bonded a highspren, highspren choose to bond to you because the care for legality came first. If a Skybreaker suddenly lost their bond for whatever reason they would still care about legality (or at least following some sort of code) because that is an inherent part of their personality.

hehe thaz okie bro. You could say it was a disaster heehee

Mama, just killed a man Put a goat against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've goat and throw it all away

There is a lot to unload here. There is still plenty of brain activity when one gets shot through the head for healing to take place. In Vins instance there is no brain activity whatsoever ever once the head is mutilated beyond repair. We have kept people breathing and working with GSW to the head for a long time. GSWs to the head have come back and lived a full life after being shot through the face and out through the back of the skull. Noone has ever come back from having their head totally obliterated. Shallan survived what is survivable. TLR survived being beheaded... gold compounding and your average radiant healing are not the same thing. Vins headbutt needs more healing than we have ever seen in the cosmere. Even a beheading if you can repair the cut as it happens. But this is far beyond even that in terms of raw tissue damage. Bones shattering brain turned to jelly and all the soft tissue damage that goes along with it. It is apples to oranges... even the arrow through the eye slit is not comparable given the mechanism of injury and the actual structures in need of immediate repair. Atium gets you plenty close to do what you want. If the radiant closes the gap and the mistborn has access to both atium and duralumin it should be within reason that a potential 1 shot happens. If the mistborn closes the gap with nicrosil or with chromium then the radiant loses the ability to shift shape their spren (I believe kaladin had to drop Syl each time he wanted to change to a different weapon) and more importantly to the fight they lose their stormlight reserves and thus their healing.

Happy birthday!

Get enough Investiture of a single Intent in one place and you get a perpendicularity. The "large gathering of Mistborn" was simply a nod to that fact. Couple thousand Mistborn all burning metals will probably create a perpendicularity, but it isn't the only way, or even a particularly good way.

I started a tumblr blog for my art! It'll just be Owl House and Hollow Knight for the foreseeable future, though eventually I'd like to figure out how to draw other stuff. This is my inktober stuff. https://at.tumblr.com/pencil-lines/inktober-stuff-october-got-super-busy-for-me-but/f9ft36p71j34

He's Kelsier, man. There's always gotta be another secret.

Honestly. I was always on the feruchemist side of this argument until just a few months ago. Now I am with you on mistborn. We have access to all of the metals easily in our world and I don't ever have to spend time feeling less than... Flying would be a fun benefit but I can see so many uses for all of the metals almost in my daily life. Tin would be great for my job being able to be just that much more sensitive to sounds and smells when it comes to assessing patients. Pewter is hugely beneficial in so many things. Soothing and rioting could benefit everyone at some point. Never have to get up to get the remote again... with iron and steel sight I would never lose the remote in the blankets either! Speed bubbles would be such a boon. More time for studying or doing just about anything, it also allows you to pass time when you are bored and just need to get to the next part of your day. There are more useless metals in allomancy than feruchemy, but I never have to store and be weaker or sick or slower... and of course I can fly.

Vivi watched as their host walked down the stairs, old and somehow wrung out. And yet she had an air around her that made Vivi's toes curl in envy. Such pride, such majestic behaviour. If she herself was able to walk like that once, to have that bodylanguage, then she was like a queen. Her attention shifted away from her host and her speech about retrieving some object when she was adressed by the woman who had just arrived. "Hello Vivi, I'm Marie. Excuse me, but are you a kid or do you just look like one?" Startled Vivi looked up at her, needed a moment to process the question. "I'm not a kid." She protested and tried to stand straight to show her full height. "I'm twelve. I even go to school when -" she trailed off, shadows creeping over her face. When the school hadn't forgotten about her just like every one else seemed to have. "I suppose I don't go there anymore." she added weakly and tiredly brushed her hair out of her face. She was twelve, she was supposed to go to school and be a kid. With a sigh she shook her head to get rid of the dark thoughts and lifted her backpack. "I didn't bring a pet." she explained glad for something else to talk about. She opened it and held it, so that Marie could take a look inside. Her very worn and well used stuffed unicorn stared out at Marie, the cake sitting somewhere close to it's hooves. "She's called Rainbowglow." Vivi introduced her and brushed her fingers over its head. "My mum," she made a pause, "it doesn't matter." Hastily she closed the backpack again and slung it over her shoulders. Suddenly a door slammed close somewhere and she made a startled sound, jumped to see where the sound had come from. Everything was calm and so she forced herself to take a deep breath. She had to stay calm. If she wanted to be respected one day, she had to stay calm and strong. "That's just a door, what are you getting all jumpy for?" Marie stated calmly next to her and Vivi quickly nodded her agreement. Just a door. Just a gust of wind. She was no child to be spooked by some natural phenomenon. @mathiau

Igniting atmosphere of an planet means fusing its atoms with one another accros whole planet, like in the core of an star or in thermonuclear bomb. That is jus not physically possible, as it was known issue before first even nuclear test, scientists made calculations and it just shown that it can't be done. The atmosphere is not dense enough for it, it composed of heavier elements, that requires even more energy to fuse, the energy losses to radiation always overcompensate the gains due to the reactions, and the temprature that is require is jus too high to reach and sustain in whole atmosphere. So yes, Harmony said that, but it's not possible. He probably was too panicked to realised that.

The large grandfather clock on the wall of the parlour chimed three o'clock, the sound cutting through conversation and leaving room for the softer, slightly aged voice of Verity Warren to carry through the air. "Your host is right here." She did her best to sweep into the room; once it had been so easy to make a striking impression. Her height, her long dark hair, her penchant for fine jewels and gowns - all had aided her in being the Lady of Wickwillow. The Lady Warren. And she still was, if perhaps a bit more stooped, her long hair now silvered, her gown and jewels hanging rather more loosely on a spindly frame. But she was still the Lady Warren, and she would do battle with this strange house until one of them emerged victorious, and the other was either tamed, or dead. Verity surveyed the gathered crowd and held a sigh between her teeth. She had hoped for more, but she was not surprised at the small number. These were trying times for everyone, and plenty did not wish for another helping of danger so soon after having their world shaken and resettled. She had expected to catch the desperate and the curious, and based on what she saw, she had been right. Her eyes lingered a bit long on the slim figure of an actual child amidst the hopefuls, and considered dismissing her outright. But then, Verity herself had been forced to grow up much too quickly. Few in this city did not have to do so, in one way or another. And the girl was not her responsibility. "Thank you for answering our call for aid," Verity continued, glancing aside to Cobalt, who remained still and stoic, as usual. "I am the Lady Verity Warren. As you all surely know, the world has recently undergone a great transition. While most has returned to its original state, there are a few things that... have not. Among them, this house. You all saw the Manor as you approached it from without: four stories and a basement, a classical style. Rather unremarkable, if stately. And it was that way within as well, until a week ago. At which point the house began to... grow. And it has not stopped. It continues to add passages, rooms, secret doors and switchbacks. New staircases appear, and there have been... things that have emerged from such new doors and hallways. We have lost three of our staff." "It is a logical thing to ask 'Why not simply leave?' And in truth, we would. I would, if it were not for something very important that I require, which lies in my late husband's - the late Lord Warren's - third floor study. We have yet to be able to find the room, or even the corridor, in which this item is located. But should you succeed where we have failed, you will be handsomely rewarded. I am certain you have questions. Please, ask, and we shall do our best to answer you."

Tolkien died in 1973. if you reverse it, it's 3791. 3 rings for the elven kings under the sky, 7 for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone, 9 for mortal men doomed to die, 1 for the dark lord on his dark throne in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. Tolkien is still a wonder, even in death.

This is a stretch, and I think the complete picture will be wrong but I hope I've picked up on some small things that might end up being part of the truth when Brandon explains it all... One of the mysteries of the Lost Metal is exactly what happens when Wax splits Ettmetal, and when Harmony and others try to do the same thing with different results. The biggest inconsistency between results was that almost all the explosions from such experiments resulted in reasonable amounts of Atium being formed but no Lerasium. Except Wax's. There are a few theories floating around about this. One involves Intent, and Wax's specific intent to split the Godmetals rather than get an explosion. But surely Harmony or Kelsier, if not the Set, would have the same Intent? Another I have come up with is that Lerasium formed generally vaporises and binds with other metals to form alloys that the likes of Wax absorbed. I think this is happening. But again this doesn't directly explain how Wax alone ends up with pure Lerasium. But Harmonium isn't necessarily currently in balance as equal parts Atium and Lerasium, is it? Indeed maybe Discordium would be a better name. I think it's fair to assume that the Godmetal represents the Shard attached to it, so Harmonium was could have originally been equal parts A and L, depending whether we think Harmony was originally in true balance or not (what the burnt Atium in HoA Vs the Preservation in humanity ends up meaning is unclear, but the fact that Vin and Ati were equal in Power when it was burnt away implies that this did in some way balance their powers. And we know that Atium would, if Ruin had remained separate, be building up again at approximately the time of this book, given the original trilogy said it would take 300 years for the Pits of Hathsin to form Atium again). But there have been heavy hints dropped that Harmony is not in balance at all, not just struggling with two Shards that reject each other but a slight excess of Ruin, and that Discord is a "shadow" behind him that is threatening to take over (and may have by the end of the book). Logically, the same applies to current Harmonium, which must have an excess of A compared to L. If A and L neutralise each other as exact opposites (when in a volatile enough state to interact, as in this explosion), then you'd lose all L and end up with trace A (and a lot of annihilation energy, explaining the supernuclear forces we see in Harmonium Bombs). That's why nobody else can find any L. So why Wax? Well it's possible that when interacting with Wax we see a shift in HARMONY'S Intent. Certainly symbolically, in him using him to Preserve, and also in counterbalance - if he is Saze's Sword then he takes on some of Saze's Ruin. And thus, in that moment, Saze has an excess of Preservation and so Lerasium is saved. Maybe even in making that Lerasium, or Wayne using it, or Wax stepping down as his Sword, is what pushes Saze into possible Discord in the final scene? What do we think? Is the imbalance of Ruin and Preservation part of why spitting Harmonium doesn't typically form Lerasium but does form Atium?

Granted, you now smell like Mr Forkle. I wish to be in charge of the Nightwatcher.

TenSoon’s reaction when the Bands are empty Wayne fighting his doppelgänger

Who else cried? I did. I cried a lot.

My personal guess it's related to the new resources needed to make stamps that work both on Scadrial, and the complexity behind her new types of Soulstamps. Universal soulstamps and an Elantrian Essence Mark are both completely new developments, which even with Shai's skill, would have taken a long time to develop, and even more to adapt to work off-world. Another big question is how exactly her immortality works. At least some worldhoppers aren't actually immortal, but utilize a form of time dilation. If Shai is using that method, even if she also slowed her aging, that gives her a lot less time to work in. Aside from that, didn't Shai note something about these being the stamps she currently had on her? It's quite possible she has a bunch of additional stamps squirreled away, and these were the only ones available.

I was a bit annoyed by this, since we'll likely have to wait so long to get more information. Our (assumed) understanding was wrong in any or all of the following ways: Kelsier isn't the Sovereign Kelsier didn't make the Bands Kelsier didn't make the Bands alone Kelsier did make the Bands, but his condition has changed since then The Bands aren't what we thought It seems like the details were put in just to invalidate, or at least sow doubt about, the most popular ideas surrounding the Sovereign and especially Scadrian Metallic Art technology. I was really expecting to get more information about both in this book, but instead we only learned that we've always had less than we thought.

Well, to be fair Kaladin accused Shallan of being an arrogant lighteyes like all the others and brought up the shoes as an example. So he made very clear that it wasn't a harmless joke and she understood it. And now that they have talked about it, it's fine (from my point of view) when he jokes about it. If they hadn't talked about it, it would have been a different story.