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My school made an advertisement for the new school sweatshirts and hoodies and it's just the stupidest most cringeworthy thing i have EVER seen ahahaahahahsh ITS SO STUPID EEEEEEEH HAHAHAHA My vice principal did this voice over which is so slow and fake for some reason and they used Unstoppable by Sia and they made students act and it's just taking itself so seriously omg Wish I could show you guys this thing. They even used like high quality cameras And oh we're not allowed to wear any jacket to school unless it's a school one Talk about agressive selling

Guys my jazz piano business is coming along smoothly I got my website up, and I'm setting up an Instagram page (lol didn't even have insta before this), a youtube channel, and I recorded a couple sweet videos that show the world what I can do. Today I emailed a bunch of event planners with the above credentials to see if they have any gigs for me. I also have a meeting this weekend with a guy from a local restaurant. Also life questions are all around right now. For the past three years I thought I wanted to double major in math and compsci for sure, but now I'm wondering if I can really live with myself if I don't pursue music the way I've always dreamed too. Like, take yesterday, for example. I had orchestra, then a piano lesson, then worked on a cool jazz reharmonization project, then I had a voice lesson, then I continued to work on my reharm and suddenly it was 12 AM. That's a beautiful day filled with beautiful things and I don't think I could give that up. Also also this reharm is really cool and I'm super super happy with it and I'm going to arrange it for big band for my jazz band concert in the spring. Anyway as always thanks for reading my random thoughts. Go out and enjoy life to the fullest!

Cycle Six: Duel Beneath Cloudless Skies Outside the Drunk Side, away from Sajhe's wrath, there is a small, flat patch of dirt. The gizka scurry away. Perhaps they know what is coming. A clear day. Cloudless skies. The swoop ganger, with a blade the same colour as these sunlit skies. The Gungan bounty hunter, electro-spear held at the ready. Circling, like the firaxan sharks of Manaan. Like coiled akk hounds, ready to pounce. A good day for one of you to die. 1. This thread locks at the same time as the main cycle thread: on Friday, 9th November, at 0100hrs SGT (GMT+8.) Duel submissions must be in by then. 2. Please refamiliarise yourself with the duel rules before proceeding. 3. Ask me if you are unsure about anything. 4. Be respectful of each other, and remember you're here to have fun 5. Finally, you should be aware I am willing to tell you if a post counts, or not, and your current state in the point standings. I can't tell you that of your opponent's, but I'm not here to make life difficult for you. 6. May the Force be with both of you, @Fifth Scholar and @Ookla the Myopic.

Guysguysguysguysguys I finished reading Words of Radiance pt 2 yesterday It's so good and I stayed up way too late the night before reading and ran on three hours of sleep yesterday but it's WORTH IT YEAHH I had a "study day" yesterday - otherwise known as "the teachers expect us to do work but we don't because we have better things to do" - it was fantastic! I've spoilered my reactions to some parts cuz spoilers I'm actually not sure how I feel about Moash RN. I understand his emotions and grief - and I understand why he would want to kill Elhokar. I just... don't think I hate him yet. I've started Oathbringer - man, it's good so far. I'm a quarter of the way through... and stayed up past midnight. Again. I need to stop - these are my holiday reads. Ig I can read them again :] Oh, and another thing! I got my Duolingo 2022 year in review! Here it is: Glorious. Have a wonderful day, Humans! PS: This is my last day of school for the year! Whooo!! So if ya don't see me, I'm reading, studying, drawing, writing or staring out the window!

Cycle Six: Where The Fun Begins Hamartano strode into the Drunk Side, his blaster in hand. Sajhe looked up from where he was cleaning the glasses, and adjusting the settings on the hotpot that he had heating at all times. This was where it began, Sajhe thought. Or where it led to. Two roads, in the desert. The desert in the heart of your brother. The path of mastery, the path of exerting yourself on the world. The path that led away: the path of denial, the path that embraced the tumultuous tides of the world, the world in all its embodied misery and joy, sorrow and celebration. Hamartano claimed the tallest stool in the bar and swung a leg over, sitting astride. “Well,” pronounced the swoop ganger. He flicked a catch above the trigger, and the length of the blaster shrank, contracting into itself. Another flick of a button and a bar of humming blue plasma snarled forth from Hamartano’s hand. The bar fell dead silent, except for the whine of blaster fire. Two stray shots, probably from nervous trigger-fingers, which Hamartano casually deflected into the floor and the ceiling of the bar. “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. “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.” “Alright,” said Smarts, slowly. “You say this. And why should we believe you?” He set down the jumble of circuitry he was working on. “Old Barles just saw a madman with a lightsaber the other day. You say you’re one of them. From my point of view, you’re just as likely to be with those Sith cultists as anyone else. And you, figuring I’m a Sith cultist? That’s rich, Hamartano, coming from the guy who offed Myhar Impay. What does an ecologist have to do with the Sith, even?” That put the fluffkit among the gizka, as the bar erupted into noise. Settlers of Dreshdae argued. Surely the Jedi had come, the Jedi knew that the settlement was beleaguered—hadn’t they heard, after all, about the Jedi who had saved Turtle? Turtle, who was scarcely to be found now, as though fear of the Sith cultists had driven him into hiding. Some suspected more nefarious reasons behind Turtle’s disappearance. Tantyck glanced over, his eyes flicking from Hamartano to Smarts, as though he was weighing them up, deciding where to set his feet on unstable ground. “Frankly, Hamartano, you’re unreliable. You’re a maniac, and I’m not certain that someone like you would actually be a Jedi. At the same time, I don’t trust Smarts, and I think we need to proceed carefully here.” “Believe that I do,” belched Moff, who had briefly pulled his head out of a keg of Mandalorian ale that was higher than he was tall. “Wave that lightsaber around, you should not. A laser pointer, it is not. Impressed I am not. Bigger, mine is. And plaid!” He pulled out his own lightsaber, with a flourish, and flicked it on. A plaid blade hummed to life, with a shower of alcohol fumes. Moff narrowed his eyes. “The same to me it all is. Whether the Jawa a Jedi is, or lightsaber Louise there is. Or the technician. Only one answer there is to the question. Taught us they did, in Jedi school.” “I’m almost afraid to ask,” Smarts said, caustically. “DUEL! DUEL! DUEL!” Moff chanted. “The victor the Jedi is! Simple, it is!” “What,” said Smarts, flatly. Moff beamed beatifically. “Winner, the Force is with. Loser, dead is. What could be simpler?” He swept the lightsaber in a flourish that was made a touch more complex by the fact he was inebriated and swaying. “THROW ME OUT OF THE JEDI ACADEMY FOR PARTYING, WILL YOU?” he demanded, drawing himself up to his full height. “THEN DIE, YOU SHALL!” With his free hand, he gestured. A table ripped itself free and slammed through the air, tumbling straight for Smarts’s head. At the same time, with a shriek like a mynock out of hell, he flipped through the air, lightsaber blazing vengefully, tumbling towards Nees Bac’s throat. Nees Bac ducked. “Ny shootogawa! Ny shootogawa! Eyeta! Eyeta!” Nees was babbling. Bar9 patched a translation in to Kalabel’s comlink. Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Friend! Friend! But who knew anymore, in these days when Sith cultists lurked in the streets of Dreshdae and Jedi apparently hid under the guises of swoop gangers and Jawa? It didn’t matter. On the other side of the Drunk Side, the table hurtled with lethal intent towards Smarts—and just stopped. Right there. With a snarl of frustration, Smarts gestured and the table reversed course and sped right for Nees. “TOLD YOU, I DID!” Moff exclaimed, triumphantly. “REVEALED HIMSELF, THE SITH HAS!” The very-abused table slammed into the wall, and stopped there. Nees Bac crouched, flinching back from it, shielding himself with his hands. “Eyeta!” he cried out. “Jar’bo’ba, eyeta!” The air rippled, almost as though forming a solid wall as Smarts shoved. Moff’s cry of triumph was cut off as the Jedi dropout was smashed back into the wall of the cantina, and he proceeded to drop to the ground, blinking like a stunned mynock. “I have had it with the challenges!” Smarts growled, striding forward, blue-white lightning crackling in the palm of each hand. The rest of the cantina were scuttling out of the way, sensibly. “I have had it with the constant suspicion, the disrespect! I have had it!” He thrust both hands outwards, and the ball of lightning flared, blasting out at Moff, who was huddled in a small ball at the base of the cantina wall, battered and dazed. There was the whine of a blaster bolt, and Smarts whirled about. The bolt deflected from his bare hand. “It was you,” Turtle whispered, emerged at last. Perhaps he’d been drinking to drown it all in the Drunk Side. No one in the aftermath was really sure. “You tried to kill me.” Smarts clenched his fist, and Turtle gasped, lifted into the air. He began clawing desperately at his throat as the invisible vise grew tighter and tighter, battling an unseen force. In the moment Turtle grew limp, Moff struck. A single, clean blaze of speed and light and power. And then, it was over. Moff calmly pressed the activation button, and the plaid lightsaber blade slipped back into the hilt and disappeared entirely. “Wha—” breathed Smarts, as he toppled over, a black hole burned into his chest. He struggled to breathe. “Worse nights, Moff has had partying,” Moff informed him. “The power of a hundred death sticks, one after another, cut with spice and recreational Force Lightning. Immune I am now, Experimented, I did, in my partying days at the Academy. Expelled for a reason, I was.” Meanwhile, Hamartano had zoomed in on his target. His eyes narrowed. The world narrowed down to a simple tunnel: that state he thought of as focus. No one else mattered—just him and the target he was tracking down. The Desann Reborn. The last of Tavion’s elite cultists. So close now that he could feel what success tasted like. Reporting in to the Council would feel so satisfying. He held the humming lightsaber blade out to his side, ready to strike. “Not in here,” Sajhe said. For a moment, Kalabel had a vision of Sajhe, battle-worn, battle-scarred, in armoured robes of a design she hadn’t seen in her life, standing between Nees Bac and Lib Wubum, a golden blade the rich hue of sun-ripened wheat blazing to life in his hand. The moment passed. He was just Sajhe, holding that old battered hallikset, his shoulders straight. “No blasters, no lightsabers. Not interested. Take it outside.” He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “You’ve screwed with my cantina enough. Gonna cost a great deal to fix the damage you and your delinquent friend have caused.” Hamartano looked as though he was going to object. Lib Wubum hefted his electro-spear. “You’re making a big mistake,” the Gungan bounty hunter said, calmly. “My quarrel isn’t with you, and my bounty isn’t on you, Jedi. You can still walk away.” The red pyramid puzzle hummed in Kalabel’s hands. Better off without them, she thought. Better off without them all. It sang to her. Sang of power, of freedom. Of the ability to do exactly what she wanted. No rules. Only desire. Hamartano angled that bright blue lightsaber across his chest in a defensive stance. “Sure,” he said, to Sajhe. “You want to die on your feet, Sith?” he demanded of Lib Wubum. “Or you want me to cut you down right here?” “So be it,” spat the Gungan bounty hunter, disgruntled. He snatched up his spear, and stalked out of the door, without a backwards glance. “You chose, Jedi.” Mat / Smarts was executed! He was a Cultist! (For real this time!) Turtle / Turtle was killed! They were a Settler! (I know, this was such a surprising flip!) @Fifth Scholar and @Ookla the Myopic have entered a duel! They are now prohibited from posting in the main thread! They also cannot vote or be voted on this cycle! Apologies for the wait, I was trying to do justice to Scar's duel attempts in the thread The cycle has begun and will end on Friday, 9th December 2022 at 0100hrs SGT (GMT+8)! Please be reminded that PMs are closed.

So like my prelims are in a month and i am NOT prepared and today I had to go try out for the marching squad (it was compulsary) and my head of the house- Mona creming Saveri went full on dictator on me (thankfully i wasn't selected) but i got so tired i came home and passed out for like 5 hours Anyways Late nigh study sesh! I'll check back every 2 hours and hopefully i can achieve what i wanted to achieve Including, but not limited to : a can of coffee and battered textbooks and lots of lofi

Hello, my name is Cinnamon and this is my art thread! (Shock horror! Really??!). I am going to post random things I do, mostly sketches, perhaps the occasional something else, if I write a thing that I want feedback on, or make a really good looking meal or something. We'll see! That is the mystery of the " n' stuff " at the end of the thread title. I would really appreciate it if you could give me lots of constructive criticism because I really want to improve my skills and become better at this thing I love! So without further ado... here are some sketches for y'all. That is all for now, but you will soon get more! Please give me feedback, and I hope you enjoy!

holy **** we've been to the moon like people have been there and did stuff omg

It felt good to no longer be hiding behind a mask. A facade that was fading, slowly being dragged through the muck. Being forced to hide from those who he should have been murdering. Forcing the lynching of innocents through manipulation had been fun, but not enough to slake his hunger for violence. His suppressed rage breaks free and he harnesses his rage, fueling the darkness inside. He revels in the familiar dark feelings of anger, hate, and bitterness. Lightning runs from his hand, falling towards the tip of the electro-spear. The lightning crackles to a deep purple, and Wizard grins feeling the pulse of the battle, the heartbeat of the sith. Turning to the left, Wizard slams the spearhead into the ground. The weapon gives him a boost helping him jump high over Hamartano, parrying a few blows while in the air. Feeling the balance shift, Wizard shifts to a more aggressive strategy. His dual sided weapon carving two deadly semicircles through the air, forcing Hamartano to move or parry. "Who is your master young Jedi, so that I might hunt him down next? It's been a long time since I've destroyed a Jedi's legacy. I've been around longer than you can think, these plans are years in the making. And I will not have the Jedi mess them up! For the Sith will rise once more and Ragnos will be emperor!" Wizard's yellow eyes burn with fanatic glee. "For soon you Jedi will be dead and we will reclaim Korriban!"

Wubum circles the Jedi, muscles tensing at the slight nearly imperceptible movements. The gungan allows his breathing to speed up to a rapid tempo. Each breath enriching his body with the power of the dark side, tendrils of lightning creeping down his arms preparing to strike. The brutal lessons of Ragnos flow through his mind. It is not cheating to survive. It is not cheating to hide your weapon inside of something inconspicuous. There are no rules in duels and throwing cats is allowed. Old tricks are sometimes the best. Confuse your enemy by doing the expected. Electrify your weapon, very useful in shocking your opponents. Surprise is your greatest ally, Honor has tried to kill me too many times. Jedi fall because they are too focused on protecting others, go after innocents. Innocents usually scream the loudest too, great for attracting the Jedi. "I am Darth Wizard! Most Ancient of my people! Last Disciple of Ragnos! Hider under the name Lib Wubum! Terrible deceptionist! Jedi terrorizer! Loser of the most titles to Darth Vader! One who talks too much! The short sighted sith! Master strategist! User of-" A brillant beam of red light bursts from the spearhead, intercepting the Jedi's strike. Wubum flicks the lightsaber to the side and he guides his lightsaber, the glowing arc heading towards the Jedi's head.

Omg Omg Omg. My bff and I got each other early Christmas presents and this wonderful human being got me this: And what makes this a million times more thoughtful is that she absolutely is sick of me nattering on about Brandon and trying to get her to read anything by him. Besides the fact that she wont read Sanderson I have the best bff ever!!! ahhhhhhhhh iloveitiloveitiloveit

Just realized that I’m now a Faceless Immortal Just call me SzeEth

As the words burst forth from the Gungan’s mouth proclaiming himself as Sith, and the red light burst forth from the tip of the weapon, Hamartano felt a current of relief under all his adrenaline. He had chosen rightly. Even if he fell in the lonely sands, he would not be condemning another innocent to die. Sometimes innocents were vocal. Sometimes they held the wrong opinions and supported the wrong people. Hamartano usually had fewer reservations about killing such people. The last few days? With half the regulars at the bar dead, Sahje’s weighty looks had given him more pause about his cavalier attitude. It was the insistence of the council as well. Innocents were innocents. But this one was not. The red arc, trailed by a second bronze one sparkling with electricity, were aiming at his skull. Hamartano was surprised for a moment at the suddenness of the parry. It was an effective one, his lightsaber having been knocked aside almost completely, but his Force-heightened senses allowed him to duck beneath the blade, and bring his own back around in a curved arc, driving the electricity-protected base of his opponent’s strange weapon into the dirt. He exchanged a flurry of quick blows, saber meeting saber in loud flashes of light. Wubum had skill, and Hamartano’s Ataru was not as effective against his double-sided weapon, but he pressed on, battering blue against red, searching for how to make an opening in his opponent’s solid stance. Remembering his lessons, he kept his feet loose, looking to gain enough nimbleness for an opening. I am Darth Wizard, most ancient of my people. It was an interesting boast, and the only one of his titles that interested Hamartano. Who were the people he fought for? Who were their ancient ones? It was certainly not him. He snapped out of his reverie as the red blade came inches from his face. His people, clearly, were the ones behind him in the bar counting on him not to die, which was what mattered at the moment. He gripped his saber more firmly and spun it around, the force of the manoeuvre sending the Sith a couple paces back. He finally had the spacing he wanted. Feinting at his opponent’s right, he slid with alacrity and then jumped once he was in range, bringing the blade curving back at Wubum’s less protected left.

well I think i'll just tell y'al, i already mentioned it but i'll just say it. I'm in the early stages of writing another song. I have chords, need to work on final melody, and also lyrics, but i have a tentative title, Shutting Down. can't wait to work on it

A life attuned to the Force, a life of peace, begins with an ordered mind, Mart. You cannot expect your thoughts to be in disarray and the Force to obey you, for the true Force, the Light, the Living aura which flows through all things, is concerned fundamentally with their order. Everything is to flourish. You are to flourish. And to tap into this, to become more than a thug with a deadly glowstick in your fist, you must respect that order and synchronise yourself with it. It is the only way that uses the Light without inviting the dark to knock. So said his master, merely a few years ago, when Hamartano still observed the tutelage of man. His was never a life of peace. If you were to carve out a living in the harsh deserts of a world like Dreshdae, you did not do it in monkish submission to the elements around you. The elements would laugh at your submission and tear you apart. If you wanted peace with Dreshdae, you had to beat it down until it dropped its weapon and looked up with despair in its eyes. Only then could you choose whether to spare it or not. The Force, Hamartano reasoned, was much the same. As the blood pumped through his veins, the adrenaline pouring into his system as he readied himself to face the bounty hunter who stood before him, who threatened, along with all of Dreshdae, to sweep the planet and all that was on it along in its rolling tide of darkness, he knew that someone had to stand athwart the darkness and chaos. To push it back, to master it, to make it hide its face in the infinite sands of the planet. And then, peace would spring forth. The Force could return. And his own mind might achieve the rest it needed. Until then? The Force would have to beat at the disorder within him, even as he confronted the disorder within it. Hamartano felt like that was a fair trade. And as if making a deal in Sahje’s bar, he reached out to the Force and seized it, feeling it flow into him and empower his movement. He stopped his circling, lightsaber held in both hands above his shoulder, an azure blue line pointing directly at the sky. Then, with the fluidity and grace born of a thousand jumps off his speeding swoop bike, he launched himself into the air, sweeping the blade in a wide protective arc, directly at the Gungan’s head.

I made an art thread!! It is called Cin's sketches n' stuff (yay alliteration). Thanks Star, Aes, and Facepalm for giving me that final shove. I am quite nervous to share my art with anyone except my little brother, but I know you will all be nice. Please give me feedback. I want to get better!

shardmetals do not have specifics alloys. You could alloy lerasium with any allomantically viable metal and it would make an alloy you could burn. Those alloys would make you a misting of whatever metal you alloyed it with.

And the cycle is closed! No more votes or actions will be accepted, now you can stop sending me fifty different retractions in two minutes! >>

Don't get me wrong - yes, I would love to see the eventual crossover epic Marvel Endgame-like cosmere extravaganza. One of Brandon's best writing qualities is his ability to build up a story (or collection of stories) into a grand climax with incredible payoffs (think about how the flashbacks in any of the Stormlight Archive books feed into the building momentum of how each book finally concludes). Knowing that this is what I think makes Brandon so incredible is what made TLM feel off to me. Instead of building up to anything, the cosmere references felt included for...I don't know, fan service maybe? I know there's a connection to all these stories, but TLM in that middle section of the book managed to include references to Mistborn Era 1, Mistborn: Secret History, Elantris, The Emperor's Soul, Warbreaker, White Sand, The Stormlight Archive, the Aethers, Odium, Autonomy, splintering, slivers, Investiture, perpendicularities, Sho Del, and probably some I'm missing. Weaving storylines together is what Brandon does well. I thought Mistborn: Secret History was a fantastic example of Brandon weaving together crossover moments in a way that added to the story. Consider another example (reference to Stormlight Archive coming): My hope is that the eventual crossover will be more like Avengers Endgame (wow look at that it all paid off), and less like Marvel Phase 4 (leaning almost entirely on crossover and "look it all fits together it's a shared universe" at the expense of everything else). I said it. That's my opinion and it is what it is I totally hear you on this point, and I'm trying to be fair that what didn't work for me might work well for other people. What my "fan fiction" characterization is considering is that rather than Wayne being portrayed as a humorous character, he came across as a caricature of himself (i.e. "he-he fart joke" and "silly Wayne throwing his money away on ridiculous investments like electricity and the sports/entertainment industry!") Wayne had some really, really solid moments in this book, but I felt like where the plot/story wasn't as full as I felt it should be, it was full/stuffed with "oh look at that Wayne character, remember he's the funny one everyone!" content.

im summoning you @DoomslugLuna

Kalabel's eyes shot up as a table flew across the bar. She quickly dove behind one of her own, clutching the pyramid to her stomach. Part of her wanted to go out there and... oh who was she kidding, she couldn't fight. Especially not a drunken Jedi. Jedi? Maybe Jedi. Seemed close enough. Or just stay here. Find a way to slip out and head to Galtaran's. This wasn't something to fix, but he sometimes knew how to fix things that were broken in weird ways... Kalabel's train of thought drifted away as her hands once again began twitching over the red prism. It was a puzzle. One that wanted to be solved, because there wasn't much time. Wasn't much time for something. She jammed one of her unchewed fingernails into a small seam at the peak, feeling the nail flex as she tried to force it open. No luck. Moff seemed to be getting more agitated, there wasn't an answer, there wasn't time, she could feel it asking and begging and promising everything if it would just open- And then it did. With a satisfying whoosh. And Kalabel heard a beautiful voice. @Madagascar perhaps I can duel you tomorrow, if engineering doesn't try and ruin me again We are tied. Why are we tied. Fadran Matrim. Need to either do homework or sleep, but I'd much rather not have a tie than try and piece together why I sus Fadran and why you all don't. I think I have the general idea though.

I’m in a play for school, and… We stayed until nine thirty today. It’ll be the same Wednesday, and then on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday we have the performances. Im just gonna hope I don’t die before Christmas break…

I've been sitting on an idea for a few months now, and I figure it's finally time to throw it to the whitespines... It began even further back, with the Stormlight 5 prologue reading, which left us with one shocking discovery: "The Stormfather could lie?" Many people of course have been interpreting the Stormlight 5 prologue as teasing that "the Stormfather" is not really himself. Some have proposed that the being we see is actually someone else entirely, such as Ishar, somehow pretending to be the Stormfather. Others have supposed that he is being manipulated to some extent. But I'm one of those thinking that we are seeing the real deal. Stormfather in the prologue is the true Stormfather. If the Stormfather that we "know and love" is different, I would submit that it's because his bond with Dalinar has changed him, because the Words of Radiance Stormfather seems entirely compatible with the SA5 Prologue Stormfather to me. Then in August of this year, on an episode of Intentionally Blank, Brandon did some teasing his plans for the ending of Stormlight 5. Obviously he didn't want to spoil things by getting into specifics, but he said one thing in particular that really wormed it's way into my brain: "When you read it, I think it will recontextualize a ton of important other moments in the series." My brain went into crazy mode trying to think... what would be the craziest thing that could be recontextualized? I came up with a few wild ideas, but with the Stormlight 5 prologue still bouncing around in my head there was one in particular that really latched on. If the Stormfather could lie... What if Honor has been lying? About what? Who knows... But wouldn't it be crazy? Maybe it's not even an explicit lie he's told, but simply a withholding of key information. The potential implications are wild. We take his word for granted on so many things. What if, for example, Honor was interested in the "greater war of the cosmere" as well? What if Honor and Odium made a deal to work together to build an army for some purpose and then they had a falling out? Could that have been the underlying cause of the Recreance--people realizing what their god had secretly been planning? Okay, I'll reign it back in. I just want to give an example of how wild things can quickly get if we consider that Honor didn't give us the whole truth... I do want to get ahead of the objection that "Surely Honor can't lie?" After all, bad things can happen to Shards who break their promises. But those two aren't the same thing. Can a Shard lie? You bet. Brandon actually just addressed this in the latest spoiler stream! Can Honor promise to tell the truth and then not? No, that would be against his very nature. But if he made no such binding promise... why not? Certain spren may find this difficult to swallow, but then Tanavast is the mind behind Honor and he was no spren. Brandon has always been careful to leave open the idea that "honor" is not an inherently GOOD THING. Odium says as much as well: Now, this is Odium speaking and he has is own agenda here. We need to take this with a grain of salt, yes. But I think it would be foolish to completely dismiss his claims outright. Anyways, I think you get the idea here. If Honor has lied in some way, things could get pretty interesting. Personally, I really like this whole terrifying idea. I particularly like the crazy ideas about how we have been misled by Honor regarding things like the Recreance, the Oathpact, and the Desolations. I'm not going to go too far down into the weeds exploring one of these ideas here. I guess part of me is hoping some of you will be interested enough to do so, because when you start breaking down assumptions around Honor and, well, recontextualizing everything we know about the past... there's a lot of moving pieces! But there's one other cool idea to dig into first... Consider THIS particular thing that Honor told us: I'm not going to try to argue that Tanavast was lying here. We've seen plenty of claims that Honor died from others, and we've seen plenty of evidence that it's true. Both from the books and from Brandon himself. And yet... Death in the cosmere is not necessarily final. And, uh, both Brandon and the books have been screaming at us that Tanavast's death was not final. To be clear: Tanavast died... and he became a Cognitive Shadow that attached itself to Stormfather. Every Cognitive Shadow that we have known retains some sense of its identity, right? The singers who became Fused didn't completely lose their identity. The Heralds certainly didn't. The Returned lose some memories, but their identity is still in there. We've got the Lord of Scars of course... Even the Shades on Threnody seem to retain a piece of their mortal selves. So why should this case be any different? Well, okay, there is a reason for it to be different... The Stormfather was a powerful spren long before Honor died, with... SOME level of sentience? Perhaps it should be no surprise that if a Cognitive Shadow binds itself to a sentient piece of Investiture then things might not go quite the same as what we've seen elsewhere. But... how can his identity be gone completely? I don't think that's the case. Yet we continue on like Tanavast has gone to the Beyond. I think the issue here is that... we've never really seen something in Stormfather that we can identify as distinctly Tanavast. (despite the fact that we have no reliable point of comparison and there's evidence that Stormfather wasn't entirely sapient prior to Honor's death) And of course Stormfather has repeatedly denied that he is not the Almighty (because he's mostly not... in a sense). And of course we can trust Stormfather, right? Right? So here's what I propose. The soul of the mortal who held Honor was not killed by Odium and did not go to the Beyond. When Honor was Splintered he attached himself to a Stormfather who was quite different than the one we know. Less sapient. More a force of nature. And his mind is still in there. He's still scheming. He's still got plans. And he will lie to achieve them. We need only look at his interactions with Gavilar in the Stormlight 5 prologue to see this. As for what happens next, I can only guess. To be clear, I do imagine that Stormfather's own nature greatly colors what we see. We haven't been dealing with "just Tanavast" all along. We've been dealing with a mesh of the two. I only want to argue that Tanavast is much more part of Stormfather than we generally imagine. And he's been lying about some things, and holding some things back. I also think that his bond to Dalinar has changed him--that it is changing him. So it will be interesting to see where that leads.

Hamartano reeled, driven back by the two crackling orbs of lightning which spun towards him. Ataru excelled at nimbleness and craft and speed, but none of those mattered when you had twin circles of death barrelling inexorably towards you, and when your opponent had a weapon which gave him the same things. He shifted his stance, holding his ground against Wizard and the taunts he was hurling. The clean azure of his blade began poking into the patterns of erratic purple, disrupting the spinning rhythm, even as he felt a stray tendril buzz his arm, tingling painfully. He pressed, alternating the direction of his cuts, left-right-right-left-right-left, then long sweeping strokes for good measure, to gain more distance from the crackling ends of the spear. As he parried, Hamartano felt a sudden flame within him at the Sith's words that drove his zeal more than any mortal peril his weapons could present. Spitting into the dirt, he disengaged briefly, pushing Wizard away and sliding back himself. His speech, when it came out, had the pent-up frustration of the last week behind it. His eyes, brown as the sands, locked with the yellow tint of the Desann who stood before him. "You know my master well enough to know that finding him would be your doom beyond anything that I could work here," Hamartano said slowly. "But even if you did find him, what will you do? Reclaim this valley? I have watched and tended it for five years, five more than I needed to know that your side of the Force will always be stronger here. Yet still you fail. Still you cannot get past the barest hint of defiance from the Light. If you Sith are our hunters, then we harried heroes have had heart to run longer than you to pursue, and our lust to lose and to stand tall in that defeat will exceed your own will to win. It has always been this way, Sith. Your emperors sit high in thrones when they ascend to power, and they fret and worry at the slightest receding of their authority, knowing it will doom them. But Lord Skywalker, lost from fame, sits in some recluse I know not where, in I know not what mean place, and awaits his death, and still has heart and spirit to be with the Force, and the Light still spreads over all. In the same way my death will not matter. When the blood of the good is spilt, it is a testimony for the Light. But yours?" Hamartano's eyes became steely. "It is the witness and sign against you." As he spoke, he flipped through the air with a yell, feeling elation as he became almost weightless, and the Force surged within him, responding as always to his exhilaration. HIs lightsaber became a blur anew, and he, still midair, thrust its length at the middle of the strange weapon Wizard held, hoping to cleave it.

i am going to cry because i do not understand the Artemis reference, and that is one of my favorite book series ever written ;-; might you explain it to a poor simpletoon? haha see i slipped one in there hehehe and your art style is so pretty! i especially like the second one (though i am saddened by the suffering present at its creation). edit: wait... is "randomosity" what's written on the t-shirt Artemis's mom tries to make him wear?

Oh terribly sorry I am, tweezering shreds of charred cultist flesh out of my ear holes I was. You know, nothing special it was, just the totally evil guy who totally pulled a load of Wookie poo out of his tush to try to frame Moff for being evil, who I just brutally eviscerated. What you were saying, didn’t quite catch. What was that about Moff being a coward, again? *pulls a piece of shredded Sith out of ear hole and flicks it at Humtub. It appears to be a lung*

Do I: Go see the cutesy anime romcom with a friend or family member, thus outing myself as a weeb and stripping myself of all remaining dignity? or Go alone, appearing the very model of the lonely weeb, thus stripping myself of all remaining dignity? I mean, I could just wait 'til it hits Crunchyroll or something. But I kinda do want to see it on the big screen...

*catches muffin* thank you!!!

Both harmonium and ettmetal should work with that template now

You’re happy to try and pick a fight with two Jedi at once, but won’t start a fight with little old Dr. Dacken Humtumb and his gizka telling you to cease and desist, hmmmm??? I am offend If you won’t face Dacken’s bare fists, than face his scathing and razor sharp wit and tremble! Are you normally this much of a coward, or did you drink up all of your fighting spirit after you ran out of Mandalorian ale???

Ista reached for another cord, repeating the gesture of plucking and combing. It was a man, one of the officers; his mouth opened on a beginning scream. I'm not getting it all sorted, she worried. I'm not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista. —Paladin of Souls, Lois McMaster Bujold

I liked the thesis but perhaps the body of the paper could use some work?? I love Adolins character. He is the high-school jock fighting against the fact that college play is faster and meaner than he thought. I never thought he was a jerk or anything. He totally is at the top of his game but the power creep on Roshar is totally busted and the new released Champs just outclassed him having access to every ability providing CC and damage and personal buffs all at once. He was the classic bruiser tank with too much damage but all of those character archetypes got left in the dust 2 patches ago. For what Adolin is he is the best character at doing it. Sadly the devs and newer age player base demands more shiny more depressing edgelord characters and the good ole boys from yesteryear are being left in the dust.

Gather round, gather round! Your seats close to the action, grab you should! Gizka on a stick and sweet sweet Mandalorian ale I have! All onlookers while the duel of the galaxy we watch! Master Fifth vs Darth(?) Wizard! The Survivor, a FREE lifetime’s worth of Ultra Strength Death Sticks shall get!* If bets on outcome of the fight you wish to place, please to my good friend and colleague Jubba the Hutt you should see. *due to ingredients, the lifetime of consumers of Ultra Strength Death Sticks may be significantly briefer than galactic average.

*blows smoke off end of plaid lightsaber* Came here to eviscerate cultists and smoke death sticks, I did. And I’m all out of death sticks.

Nooooooooooooo Matttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt :sobbing:

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Hard agree, sadly. We've all read MB Era 1... we've SEEN what he's capable of in terms of seamless integration of plot development, character arcs, new magic wrinkles, big endings, etc... and TLM doesn't measure up. My hope is that it's a result of him writing four other novels in the same time span.

I'm on board with this view, too. I do think that a major reason for the heavy-handed feeling is that Lost Metal is the last book in the sequence, so there wasn't any time or space for more setups, while it also would have been hard to work in appropriate setups in the earlier era 2 books. So for broader Cosmere stuff to be added in it really just had to be dumped in. There wasn't time for subtlety in the way that other Cosmere books have used. Other, non-era 2 books in the future will have more structural ability to incorporate these sorts of elements in ways that are less abrupt and more meaningful to the immediate plot. That said, I disagree with IndigoAjah about the goal being Cosmere-naive writing. I'm excited about the series interacting with each other, and with crossover magics and characters. But the plotting and writing comes first for me. Azure (and, better still, Vasher-as-Zahel) are my touchstone examples of this done well: they are meaningful parts of the stories in which they appear and their introduction, development, and actions are about those stories in which they're embedded. They also happen to be worldhoppers, with lots of implications and details that come along. There were subtle indications early on (Zahel's lifesense, sleeping in a dangerous spot during Highstorms, and others), and later on really obvious indications (Awakening sheets during a fight with Kaladin, Azure cutting sailcloth into roughly human shapes to make Awakening them easier). That's not how things played out in Lost Metal. TwinSoul and Shai (both of whom I like!) were just dropped in, had little to no connection to the setting or events of the book, and didn't do much beyond showing off their non-Scadrian powers. There wasn't any setup about why they were on Scadrial or why they'd joined the Ghostbloods-- they mainly showed up suddenly, inserted themselves into events, and used their powers to immediately solve problems that arbitrarily arose. To me, they came off as vehicles for Investiture-ex-machina more than anything else. I want the crossover stuff, but I want it to be interesting and important to the stories where that stuff happens and not just be there (obviously or subtly). Lost Metal gave me some real concern that we're going to get crossovers that are more artless than what Sanderson has given us so far just in service of the crossovers being present. Sanderson is a master at his craft, and given that I felt that Lost Metal had rougher edges than I expect from him.

Nah it's fine It was a few months ago now, i probably will pick up the cello after tenth is over

I do agree that all of the Cosmere stuff in this book was not as eloquently done as it has been in the past. It kind of felt like a mash up at times. I absolutely loved all the GB stuff though. I think in a perfect world this would have been it's own book though and not a subplot in TLM. I think though we are just at the point where Brandon feels like in order to advance the Cosmere plot along it needs to be way more in the foreground. We saw this in RoW as well. I think he has realized he just does not have the time left to slow play the Cosmere overarching plot like he did initially. He has a lot of things he needs to introduce so they are properly foreshadowed.

Day one: I dishonored my cow by looking at thread PMs. I sent my action to slaughter my dishonored cow. Night One: I offered dishonored cow burgers to anyone who targeted me. I'm not sure if Xino received one or just slapped one out of my hand with a blade. I was not informed that my action failed, so I'm hoping he was able to enjoy it and we parted peacefully. I haven't had the time or creativity since for more actions like this, but now I wish I had. Maybe I'll come up with something today like 'give a stern scolding to anyone who changes other people's votes' or 'leave cookies and a note for the Tulare asking them to just keep the blades they have and go home peacefully.'

I don't think there was ever a name for that relationship; because it was so central to Era 1, and not a contested element (e. g. there was never a real chance Vin would have been with Spook, Zane, or anybody else). You aren't the only one

Probably not worth it. The connection to other books almost don`t affect the plot of ROW - they will probably affect future books in the cosmere but you can discover the connection by reading the other books after ROW (and maybe reread some parts of ROW later). In conclusion my recomandation is to read ROW right now (or after warbreaker if you already started it). Mistborn era 1 is not very relevant to ROW. *Sixth of the dusk is a short story. It is part of the Arcanum Unbounded (collection of short stories, all taking place in the cosmere).

Don't stay after sundown. Vivi considered the implication of these words and wondered how she would be able to track time inside of a changing and moving manor. Maybe there would be light falling in through the windows - if the rooms they would be walking through had any windows. More importantly, the short sentence revealed that Willow might be one of the only ones who knew a little more about the house or its creatures. It would be wise to stay close to her. Malsam rolled over to Willow and her, her eyes resting on Vivi's blade for a moment. "Nice sword." She said. "How good are you with it?" Next to her Willow shifted in the sublte way of someone trained to fight, improved her position now that she was standing close to two others instead of only Vivi. Her father had always done the same, usually without even realizing it. One more reason to stick around her. She smiled at Malsam, careful to stay exactly where she was. It put Willow at an advantage, but that was fine for now. She had to assume that Willow wasn't planning to turn on the rest of them. Not immediatly at least. "I've trained a lot with it." she replied to Malsam. "I know what to do with it." "Will you be able to follow us?" she asked Malsam curiously, before cringing slightly. That hadn't been too nice. "I'm sorry." She apologzied. "I simply wondered about the stairs we'll most likely find inside." @Ookla the Quark

LG91 Day 6: Equal, Not Escaping It was a cold night. The Storm was coming again, and the streets of Earthen Truth were noticeably empty even in the evening. Such bloodshed for two handfuls of relics. Soon there might be more relics than people. Jen-child-Verin was one such person, keeping their eyes on the wood and dirt and blood that made the walls and buildings around. They thought they'd seen something earlier. Might as well look again. Jezrien's Honorblade could let them know if anyone was coming. Unfortunately for Jen, someone was. And the attacker didn't let them get away. JNV was killed! They were a member of the Shin High Council and the Bearer of Jezrien's Honorblade! Jezrien's Honorblade is available to be claimed by JNV's killer! If it remains unclaimed, it will be redistributed at the end of the Day Turn. @ookla the POKE VOTE / Turtle has been warned for inactivity! Please post this cycle or you will be replaced by a pinch hitter. The turn will end on Wednesday, December 7th at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

Nothing really precedes SP1. If you want to catch every possible detail White sand, Shadow for Silence and the Words of Radiance and Oathbringer interludes should do it. But I don't think you need to worry.

hi i guess

Significantly faster than what terminal velocity would allow you go.

Possible, but I think we'd still see some sort of physical reaction. Beyond that, this is definitely a plotpoint to be resolved in the next era, which she likley won't be around or important for. She's just to minor a character for me to think she did something so significant.