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  1. 55 points
    Probably more cheerful than people were thinking, but I thought it could be amusing. The Lord Ruler's "You're Welcome"
  2. 31 points
    Alright, here goes nothing! Brace yourselves, Sharders, for some hastily crafted (and honestly not that good) memes of the same format!!! (Oh, and some pretty extreme spoilers so...)
  3. 31 points
    Coffee shop at the symphony serving up that Radiant blend
  4. 24 points
    The Heralds whenever they come back for a Desolation:
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  6. 22 points
    Me before I read Secret History:
  7. 21 points
    Memes. And a cute cat one because it's cute.
  8. 20 points
    Have some Warbreaker memes!
  9. 19 points
    Before the duel in WoR
  10. 18 points
    As a newcomer to the fandom, this was my first rough crack at SA fanart. Dalinar cemented himself as my absolute favourite of the series after I finished Oathbringer. This was pretty quick with little research or references (especially with regards to racial traits) so a lot of details are probably off, but I'm happy with the overall feel of it.
  11. 16 points
    Sazed solving a cosmic identity crisis like:
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    The Lord Ruler's Genius Plan to Defeat the Deepness:
  15. 12 points
    Got bored at school and thought of this:
  16. 12 points
    Hmm, isn't there a "broadsheet" column in Alloy of Law about "Ironeyes sightings on the rise"? It'd be even funnier if that wasn't just ad copy hyperbole, and Marsh has made a list of 16 things he'll play along with and pretend he's repelled by. "Noooo! You have 16 marewill flowers circling the crown of a black Derby hat! How did you KNOWWWWW?"
  17. 10 points

    From the album Stormlight Archive - fanart

    Hehe, I feel like I'm spamming with fanart... Oops, I did it again. I'm getting the hang on drawing digitally, but I still got a lot to learn... I hope you think this SA portrait series is kinda fun, because I'm having a blast.
  18. 10 points

    From the album Stormlight Archive - fanart

    My take on Sylphrena (aka little trickster) from the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. Instead of adding her to my drawing of Kaladin, I believe Syl deserves her own portrait, thank you very much.
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  21. 8 points
    Tom was glad that he had a duty now, at least. Because otherwise, he would have spent the day brooding about his old job, and about how the world was sort of like, oh I don't know, ending? But then, he had discovered that he could burn atium. That instantly put him in the position of the village's bodyguard. That was pretty cool. Tom felt a small sense of accomplishment when he fought off the Inquisitor again, and again, and got closer each time to winning. This battle, though... something was wrong. Tom realized that his supply of atium was running out, and that there was no way he could kill the Inquisitor before that happened. And then. He sucked in the mists. Somehow, the mists gave Tom the power to continue and keep on fighting and... more atium? The more he would burn, the more it seemed he had remaining. When the Inquisitor lunged, Tom instinctively found the perfect parry and counterattack. They spun together in the mists, and finally, without quite knowing what was going on, Tom became the mists. Floating in the everywhere and nowhere at once, Tom knew... everything. He saw into the distance and into the far depths of time. More importantly, though, he knew exactly what he needed to do to put the Inquisitor's life to an end. In a deep, booming voice, Tom spoke as the wind in the Inquisitor's ear: "YOU ARE A STICK." "No!" The Inquisitor screamed. "I am the Inquisitor! And these are my spikes!" She waved her spikes menacingly toward the direction of the voice. "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A STICK." "YOU ARE A ST-" And just like that, the newly ascended Preservation realized his plan. A chunk of Investiture spontaneously appeared from Roshar, answering the call, and letting Tom harness the powers of Soulcasting. Don't ask me how that would realistically work. It probably wouldn't. But in this hypothetical universe, it somehow happened. The scary, powerful, menacing Inquisitor convinced herself that she was indeed a stick. LG59 is over! Thank you to everyone for playing, and congratulations to the village for their victory. I have so many people to thank. I'll start off with @Coop772 for his help with GMing and @Alvron for being the IM. @Elbereth, @Fifth Scholar, and @Devotary of Spontaneity were invaluable in helping me balance and edit the rules of my first game. @Haelbarde and @Burnt Spaghetti, among others in the Discord, came up with some awesome titles (some of which I used), and @Butt Ad Venture even wrote a writeup for me. In addition to that, every single one of you signed up despite this being an incredibly busy time of the year, and I'm so grateful for all of the people who played or spectated for taking the time to do so. @_Stick_, it was super fun having you in the elim doc. Despite not having converts, it never got lonely in there. @Snipexe, thank you for being lynched Day 1 and tolerating it @Cicada, I hope you enjoyed your first game and that you'll stick around. Now for the fun part: Dead doc https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EPZPG_kSbI4mo57P7OxGxWK0wUcprgyS2igf-LURUCM/edit# Elim doc https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dKK9PHPl3sCRtmQyQpdRvQuctZemTlsC3zwcWnOEBLU/edit# GM spreadsheet https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1knOYaTGMjiT0sA-IPopxXSTn5mV00V3pvrqA5K1SZSw/edit#gid=0 Rules https://docs.google.com/document/d/1laraq97vMiiOxzlt9opQRi6mXJTzfAobBNFo8jEEwAs/edit Alright, I'll post GM thoughts and stuff on how I might change this game in a later post, as I have to get to class. Again, well played everyone!
  22. 8 points
    Brandon Sanderson posted on my expanded version of The Girl Who Looked Up in reddit and I am having an internal (happy) freak out!!! (mistborn is his reddit account)
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  25. 7 points
    I don't think so, but they also haven't merged the Oathbringer memes thread with this one, so... anyways, Skyward memes!
  26. 7 points
    A Feruchemist's favorite ride at the amusement park? The Terris Wheel. The wedding of Lord Waxilium Ladrian and Lady Steris Harms? I heard it went swimmingly. Sazed's favorite kind of music? Two-Part Harmony.
  27. 6 points

    From the album Stormlight Archive - fanart

    I ended up drawing Adolin AND I redid my Renarin for coloring practice.
  28. 6 points

    From the album The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

    Man, it has been a while since I have uploaded art and this doodle was, uh, Phar too good not to post, if you'll excuse my pun.
  29. 6 points
    Pretty simple answer: Harmonium sounds better. youshallnotpass Will there be a metal called harmonium in the mistborn world? Brandon Sanderson RAFO. But good question. WeiryWriter Just an fyi but you have confirmed the existence of harmonium before. (And this is probably a RAFO, but is there a reason you didn't follow the convention of the other "god metals" and call it something like sazedium? "Harmonium" just seems out of place.) Brandon Sanderson Sazed didn't like the sound of Sazedium. /r/books AMA 2015 (July 6, 2015)
  30. 6 points
    Guess who's falconry permit just got UPGRADED! I'm now a general falconer!
  31. 6 points
    Whelp, she doesn't like me that way, but she did applaud me for shooting my shot. XD
  32. 6 points
    I guess that’s fairly good evidence that he hasn’t been off world as well. If you’re gonna world hop it only makes sense to hit up Nalthis long enough to reach the 5th heightening which would make Atium compounding pointless. I forgot to add something Marsh could have bee doing all this time so here it is. Hang around graveyards at night and scare the rust out of rebellious teenagers.
  33. 6 points
    On the Dalinar thing... If you choose to believe that a man can't change for the better then everyone is horrible. Absolutely everyone. It's just a matter of magnitude. Everyone changes. Everyone grows. If what we were in the past defined us, and we could never change or be forgiven for our misdeeds, than every human alive would be a walking collection of wrongs. If you look at Dalinar's past, and that doesn't make the current Dalinar seem that much better in contrast... I don't even know. We all have our demons. Keeping someone subject to the past when they are obviously a better person means that the accuser better have an absolutely spotless history, which by the act of living they don't. It's hypocrisy of the highest order.
  34. 5 points
    @Kidpen @The Forgetful Archivist
  35. 5 points
    What can both Leras and Ati agree on? Junk Food! It has plenty of Preservatives but over time it will Ruin the body!
  36. 5 points
    Arbitrary vigilantism is a problem, but the thing you have to remember about Roshar is that there is no form of justice for people like Sadeas. Torul Sadeas would never stand on trial. Torul Sadeas would never be held accountable for his crimes. Torul Sadeas would never even be prohibited from killing and otherwise causing more deaths with his power hungry shenanigans. Roshar is not our world. Roshar is a cold, merciless, kill-or-be-killed sort of place. Vigilantism is to be avoided because it's better to let everyone have a fair trial, but in a world where a fair trial is never going to happen and the man in front of you is 100% dedicated to making the apocalypse even worse, killing him is your only decent option. It'd be one thing if he were an innocent, but Sadeas reveled in the backstabbing, kill-or-be-killed world he found himself in. He only had his own game thrown back in his face. ...or... eye, to be precise.
  37. 5 points
    Venli knew perfectly well what the stormform and the Everstorm were going to bring. She simply made wrong assumptions about what else would happen afterwards. She assumed humans would be destroyed/enslaved, Listeners would be saved, and she would be worshipped as their savior and made their Queen. Unfortunately what happened was a larger scale war started, Listeners were systematically destroyed by the Fused who were meant to save them, and she was turned into a puppet and a servant. Am I okay with her taking Eshonai's place? Not really, but I guess Eshonai was too ideal a Willshaper, so we get a rougher one, less suited for the order to get a clearer view of them. Before OB I would have been deeply unhappy (angry) at the idea of Venli been the Parsh savior, because she didn't deserve to save them after destroying the Listeners, and because the parsh deserved a better leader. However I got a bit of interest in Venli during OB. Basically she achieved everything she wanted...and then she saw that getting all she wanted meant all her dreams and all that was important in her world turning to ash. That is interesting in the sense that you get a good sense of who a person is after they gain all they hoped for...to see it become the bitterest of defeats. Venli didn't crumble, or go the easy road of becoming an arche-typical villain by hurting others to feel better herself. So she gained a smidge of my respect with her actions after she was at the bottom of the chasm. Where she goes from there, we will see.
  38. 5 points
    For me, I don't cast my vote based on who I would hate in real life, because obviously those would be any of the bad guys. However, every good story needs some awesome villains and I think the villains in Stormlight are diverse and terrifying. I love Taravangian's inner conflict and twisted morals, Moash's tragic betrayal, Sadeas' cunning schemes, and Amaram's twisted sense of justification. It makes for a great story. Shallan is fascinating to me because of how accurately her psychological trauma is portrayed (I'm a psychology major). Sure she isn't the most fun to read about, and I could maybe do with a little less of her, but I like having her in the story. Alright, after thinking about it awhile, the Stormfather is probably my least favorite at the moment. Granted, he might be more of a force than a person, but still. I just hate it when some body withholds very important information because they are stubborn. I feel like the Stormfather knows a ton of information that he won't reveal THAT I REALLY WANT TO KNOW. Edit: As for Szeth, I actually really like him. He is a very tragic character that got caught up in a blind obedience that has always persisted in humans. Now he is trying to find redemption by doing what he can. Also, him and Nightblood are freakin terrifying, which I love.
  39. 4 points

    From the album The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

    After hours and hours of work (mostly shading) I give you, Ember, the Destroyer, protector of the Sun! If you don't look at her hands, this drawing is actually good. No! Stop looking at her hands! Stop it! Look at her left foot instead. I actually did a good job there!
  40. 4 points
    Created by InfernalSquid I made this over the course of two days, exceptionally proud. It has the Skybreaker glyph in the background.
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  42. 4 points
    When you get bored in math class and your reaction is to fill a whiteboard with Sanderson quotes and terms over the course of a few days. (I had to start bringing reference materials because I'd run out of things I had memorized. I did some after school once [surprising the robotics club], had a special corner with all the AV guilds I could think of, and had to stand on a lot of chairs and desks. Some people actually added a little - there was some random not-Sanderson stuff, but someone added The King's Wit to my list of Hoid names [can't believe I forgot it] and complimented me. Someone else asked if I had a coppermind [to which I said that I didn't, but I did have unsealed goldminds if they needed health].) I'll try to get pictures, but I can't do it in one unless I'm standing across the room and then you can't read it
  43. 4 points
    Truthless are more bananas still. Soon he became, the Banana Knight.
  44. 4 points
    then again, Sazeium not only works better, mostly acts like atium/lerasium in name, but also sounds like Cesium, which it does act like, exploding in water.
  45. 4 points
    Hey guys, if you want up to date Shardcast info, get on Discord and check the Shardcast channel. I have made it clear there that my days have been extremely long this week and that this one would be out late Friday Pacific time. I have not had time to update every avenue and that avenue is the fastest up-to-date place for news. You should not expect Shardcast at specific times of days and I will say I don't particularly appreciate posts wondering where it is when I've been up until 1am every day this week working on everything. It's coming, I haven't forgotten, please be respectful of that. I am sorry I didn't have time to edit a bit more this week. My life is much busier and I will need to learn to schedule it all effectively. This week was especially hectic. This is probably just a pet peeve of mine where people ask where the episode is on Fridays constantly. But you know, I put a lot of hours into it, and I'm wasting my Friday evening doing this, so let's... cool it some. I have never promised when on Friday an episode has come.
  46. 4 points
    So, I just sent a message to my crush asking her out. She hasn't opened the snap yet, so I haven't seen her reaction yet. I guess I'll keep you guys updated once she responds.
  47. 4 points
    Let's just make Nightblood, but accidentally misspeak while giving the command. Result: an immensely powerful Shardblade with a single minded desire to destroy weevils.
  48. 3 points
    Week 1, Day 5: Gods at Council Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise you that you can simply request musicians whenever the fancy takes you. Everything else is provided at your request, so why wouldn’t that be as well? Though in this case, it doesn’t seem as though they have been dragged up from the town, at least; you recognise some of them as being your Priests, and all are dressed in the same robes. “Was my staff chosen based on my name?” you ask Hera, while they assemble. “Partially, Your Grace,” Hera replies with a small nod. “When Your priesthood was first created, a number of positions were left open, to be filled at my discretion according to your needs. There aren’t too many musicians among them, but I ensured that the more common instruments and vocalisations have been covered.” "That makes sense," you agree, and return to tapping the sheet in front of you with your pen. It seems familiar to you, the patterns, but also not too familiar at the same time. You know how to write on it, at least. Perhaps you were more of an improviser, or had a less formal education in these matters. “Are you musically inclined?” you ask Hera, casually, as you wait for inspiration to strike. “Not especially,” Hera admits. “I have an education in these matters, and enough Breath for Perfect Pitch, but I am out of practice, and have never written my own compositions. Though, I have been re-educating myself on this since You chose Your name.” “Huh…” you reply, thoughtfully. That makes a little sense. Her poise and speech does suggest the kind of education that only the more wealthy families could purchase, especially with the number of Breaths she seems to have. “Well, I suppose I’d better start composing, then…” The question was, would it be wrong to start simple, or should you go with a grand ideal? The flash of inspiration hits you. Why not both? There is no simpler idea than to be kind to others. To follow what you believe. To enjoy life, for not all will be lucky enough to have a second. And yet, these things are difficult. They are grand ideas to aspire to. Before you realise it, you hand a sheet to Hera, ink carefully placed on the lines. Even as you look at it, you can hear the music in your head, each note chiming like crystal. Hera simply stares at you, as if unable to process your sudden fugue. Eventually, she takes the paper, with rather more reverence than you’ve seen before. It occurs to you that this is the first time you’ve actually acted the part of a god. It feels… good. Exhausting, but productive. She takes the sheet music to the assembled priesthood band, and they start to play. You’re surprised at how well they play and sing, and from their aura, you have to assume that they too have Perfect Pitch, though their souls don’t flare as bright as Hera’s. You’re also quite taken aback at how well you’ve written the music. Considering this is your first time doing so, it’s good. Though it most likely isn’t actually your first time, you realise. It’s also a bit embarrassing, now you’ve heard it. The words are indeed simple, and the song doesn’t contain any great purpose or concept. But it doesn’t feel like a song to teach children, more just to teach anyone who hasn’t yet understood the concept of 'kindness' yet. There’s quite a few adults who could stand to be reminded about them, after all. You clap at the end, as it only seems polite to praise them for their work. Then you turn to Hera again. “It’s not… childish, is it? As a first tenet for my religion, is simply saying ‘be kind’ enough? It doesn’t exactly add to the cloth…” Hera considers the question, and then shakes her head. “I think that if more Returned began their religion with that concept, the world would be a better place.” You can’t help but smile at this, and take another sheet of parchment. Taking up the pen again, you once more dive into the act of creation. You are surprised when, a few attempts at composing later, you are not the only one who claps along with you. Standing by the door, leaning against the wall is a familiar, stick-thin man, smiling broadly. “Kindsmile?” Hera mutters, looking at your priest beside him, who looks worried, and sheepish. It’s clear that she would have liked a little more warning of any Returned paying you a visit. “Oh, don’t worry,” Kindsmile says, and Hera flushes as she realises that he heard it. He holds is hands out in a calming gesture. “There’s no need to stand on ceremony, we’ll have enough of that later. I simply wanted to meet the newest god in a less formal manner before the Council.” “Of course,” Hera says, forcing a smile and vacating her seat. She indicates it to him. “Please, take a seat, Your Grace. I will send for some refreshments.” “That won’t be necessary,” Kindsmile says, “I don’t intend to stay too long. Some privacy, however, and music, would be appreciated.” Hera gestures to the musicians, and they start playing. She’s less willing to leave your side, but eventually does so, standing some distance away, where you doubt she’d be able to overhear. “So, Songbearer…” Kindsmile begins, with a small grin. “It’s good to finally meet you. I’ve heard you’re something of a recluse.” “I’ve been… finding my feet,” you say, defensively. “I need to know what position I’m in before I meet other people, who understand everything far better than I do.” “Perhaps,” Kindsmile allows. “I prefer to dive in, as it were. No better way to understand your position than to meet people who can tell you what it is.” “I’ve got my priests for that,” you point out, and he frowns. “I wouldn’t consider your priests your friends,” he says, carefully. “What do you mean?” you ask, and now it’s your turn to frown as he doesn’t respond. Instead, he looks back to the band, pensively. He listens to their song, and just before you prompt him for an answer again, he replies. His timing throws you a little off-balance, but not as much as how disconnected his comment is. “You’re a good songwriter,” he says. “Sorry?” You ask, blinking. “You can’t change the conversation after saying something like that.” Kindsmile gives you another grin, though this time it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve had no training in these matters since you’ve become a god, have you? No, of course not, why would you learn something you already know so well? Your skills, and your name… They come from your previous life. Were you told what it was?” “No,” you say, wondering why he’s asking. Surely it was the same for him? “They said they couldn’t tell me.” “Ah, but ‘couldn’t’, or ‘wouldn’t’?” he asks, sitting back in Hera’s chair. “There’s the problem, isn’t it? A good friend wouldn’t hide such things from you as your past. They discourage us from looking, from being complete. It’s the one thing that any priest will deny us, their gods. It makes you wonder why, doesn’t it?” “I’ve been told because it doesn’t matter,” you say, slowly. “That it has no effect on who we are now. And so we don’t abuse our position, to use our new status to unfairly help people in our old lives.” “Oh, don’t be so naive,” Kindsmile sighs. “Everything I’ve heard says that you’re quite intelligent, so it would be a shame if you blindly accepted their reasoning without a second thought.” You try not to show your irritation, but consider the question. “They don’t want us to know,” you say, puzzling it out as you speak, “because they don’t want us to have a connection to our old life. It’s partially about not abusing our godhood, I’ve seen how Coinspender’s less savoury actions have been thought of…” it clicks into place. “Oh. It’s our Divine Breath. They want us to be more willing to sacrifice our Breath for them, and not having any attachments make it easier for us to do so..” “Quite,” Kindsmile smiles. “They pamper us, give us everything we want, partially because we’re gods, and partially so we don’t have to do anything. We don’t earn anything, we don’t own anything. Our only contact is with other Returned, who are going to sacrifice themselves eventually, and our Priests, who keep us at arm's length. We are disconnected from the life other people live, even if they dress it up as simply honouring their ‘gods’. But in the end, they want us to die.” “So… what, then?” you ask. “What’s your point about all of this?” “No point, I suppose,” Kindsmile shrugs. “More questions, than answers.” He looks back to the band as they start another composition, this time one of your own from earlier in the session. “Your songs have a theme of following your conscience, hm?” He taps the chair’s arm, and stands up. “I think we should follow our sub-conscious, if anything.” “What do you mean?” you ask, looking up at him. “If you want to know who you are, rather than being told who you are, Songbearer,” Kindsmile says, quietly, “follow your dreams. It will terrify your priests, and that will tell you everything you need to know about them.” “I’ll bear it in mind,” you say, with an unsure nod. Kindsmile’s face quickly turns into another smile, as Hera approaches to provide an escort to see him out. “It was nice meeting you, Songbearer. I look forward to our next conversation. My door is always open to you.” You make your way to the Council chambers with Hera after midday. Kindsmile’s comments still weigh on your mind, and you distract yourself by looking out the window, at the new sights. It’s the first time you’ve been out from the Court of Gods, and it’s almost jarring how different the city you travel through is compared to the majesty of the Court. It’s not an ugly sight, but you’re quite aware that this is simply because you’re not travelling through the less affluent areas of the city. You’ve thought about it before, but it takes that thought to really consider strange it is that you’ve been given such wonderful accommodations and waited on hand-and-foot for simply being lucky enough to Return. The Council room isn’t what you expected, though. You expected a small but affluently-decorated chamber, closed off from the world for the affairs of government, but it is the opposite in almost every way. In fact, it’s more of a closed-air amphitheatre, a large and open space, with a circular table and large, colourful, comfortable chairs in the centre, with some smaller ones beside them, and raised seating tiers set back all around it, giving a good view from any position. Already there are a good number of people sitting in them, and you feel self-conscious as you walk in. When you approach the centre, you see that it’s obvious where you are intended to sit; a large chair has been draped with your colours. In fact, the smaller chair beside it has been too, and its purpose quickly becomes apparent as Hera takes that seat as you sit in yours and removes a notebook and pen. All the chairs are marked with a Returned’s colours, except one: The largest chair around the table has no smaller chair beside it, and is marble rather than the fine wood of the others. Only one other Returned is present when you arrive, a woman you quickly recognise as Lawmaker. When you approach, she’s in discussion with an elderly woman wearing the same purple and grey robes. Like Hera, Lawmaker’s High Priest has a book out in front of her, and is ready to take notes. Lawmaker smiles a little at you, and pauses her conversation to nod in your direction. “Songbearer,” she says. “It’s good to finally meet you.” “And you,” you reply. You aren’t sure what to say, but thankfully you don’t need to say anything, as Lawmaker returned to her conversation. You aren’t sure what they’re talking about, but after a little while, you realise it’s simply going through all the boring minutae of the meeting ahead. The other Returned filter in less punctually, though none are actually late, even if Coinspender cuts it close. The portrait in the book you read was perhaps a bit flattering, though he isn’t greatly overweight. You greet them all shortly as they arrive, and are greeted somewhat formally in turn. Perhaps it’s the setting that makes even Quickfell seem stiff compared to normal. Coinspender’s appearance and sitting down marks the beginning of the meeting; the marble chair remains empty. Lawmaker quickly gets things underway, her voice practised and clear, carrying throughout the room. It’s perhaps as you could have expected; a formal welcome to you, followed by a quick summary of events that have happened of note. None of it means much to you, the context missing from their previous decisions. But then, finally, it’s time to discuss the new laws up for voting this week. Coinspender seems quite happy to begin, drawing himself up as best he can on his chair, and taking an imperious tone. “My fellow Returned,” he begins, “I understand that most of you will be against my bill before we even begin. My reputation is not the best, but I have only the best of interests at heart here!” There’s a scoff from Firesoul at this, and he offers her a smile before continuing on. “Simply put, we Returned are our colours. We wear our colours, sit on chairs made up in our colours, and our priests are in our colours.” He gestures here to the man sitting beside him, who looks more like an accountant than a priest, even if he wears gold and silver robes like Coinspender himself. “To allow others to wear our colours is to allow them to implicitly call on our authority for their actions.” “So you’d rather tax them, of course,” Fatespinner says, leaning forward. The movement draws a few eyes. “Well, I can’t say it’s a bad idea. I could always do with a bit of spare change.” Coinspender smiles an easy smile at her, and you’re somewhat surprised to see that his eyes don’t wander, as some others have. Perhaps you’ve underestimated him. “Well… I feel this would be a more palatable solution than simply banning colours without our authority. This is a disincentive, not forbidding them.” “There are a few things that would need clearing up,” Kindsmile says, leaning back in his chair. The motion calls to attention just how thin he is, practically disappearing behind the wooden frame from your angle. “There are questions about shades, and our own priests. In reverse order, would the tax affect our priests? That would seem like a good way to skim money off the top…” Coinspender shakes his head. “Not at all. While I would call this a tithe for those devoted enough to wear our colours, there’s simply no point in charging our own priests for their work. As for shades, well…” he picks at his robe. “This is a specific shade, is it not? As I said, this isn’t meant to be a tax, just a disincentive.” Overall, you’re somewhat surprised by his reasoning. Certainly there are arguments against it, but it seems as though he’s given it some thought. Perhaps he isn’t as bad as Hera implied. But a thought rises in your mind, and you have to ask. “I’m not sure how useful a law like this will be,” you say, looking at Coinspender as you raise your point. “The wealthy are the only ones who will be able to discern the specific shades, and they can pay this tax. Other people either can’t tell they’re breaking the law, or can’t pay any fine. Also, people will just wear slightly different shades to avoid the fine anyway. Most people who see them won’t be able to tell.” “Perhaps,” Coinspender shrugs. “But a different shade is enough to be able to point out that we don’t actually support these people. And trust me, even if you are wealthy, the thought of paying anything extra to other people will still irk them, even if it’s easily affordable,” he says with a wry smile. The debate draws to a close, as Lawmaker looks around to check no-one else has any points to raise. Only then does she speak. “For the benefit of Songbearer, and others who are watching the Council for the first time,” Lawmaker says, “I will ask you all to vote on these slips of paper,” she says, handing them to her High Priest, who gets up and passes them around. For an older woman, she seems quite spry, and to your eyes, the reason is obvious. While almost drowned out by the brightness of the souls of the other gods around you, the woman herself is a small light, similar to your own High Priest’s. “You will them pass them to me. I will not confirm the results until the end, to ensure that further votes are not compromised.” You write your vote down on the paper and pass it back. Firesoul takes a more upright position, ready to begin her own proposal. “The docks are dangerous,” she says bluntly. “I’m tired of having to put yet another dockworker’s broken arm in a splint. We need a proper set of processes in place to prevent people hurting themselves. Rules and regulations that must be followed to ensure that work can be carried out in a safe manner. If the merchants aren’t in such a rush, aren’t so callous in their disregard for lives in pursuit of profit, then we can save lives without needing to treat anyone. Prevention, rather than cure.” “Dockworkers are paid quite handsomely for their work,” Coinspender says. “They knew the risks when they signed up.” Firesoul sighs, and it’s a weary sigh. “We both know that often a person has no choice when offered work of any kind. Besides which, it’s hard for someone to judge risk when applied to themselves. They simply don’t consider that they could be hurt.” “I disagree,” Quickfell says, his booming voice cutting across the room. “You aren’t the only one who talks to the manual labourers. I see many asking for my Breath to cure their injury, to return back to work. I’ve spoken to them, and they know the risks. Most know someone who has had a close call, or an accident of some kind. It’s something that they all know.” “Know, yes,” Firesoul replies, “understand, no. Statistically, there is a clear lack of care being taken by the workers, and a culture of efficiency over safety imposed by the employers. A conscious effort has been made to sacrifice peoples’ well-being for the sake of profit. That should end.” “What’s life without a little risk?” Fatespinner smiles. “It seems as though everyone in the arrangement is happy enough with it, or it would collapse. Or are you simply saying you know better than them?” “We’re gods, are we not?” Firesoul asks. “Yes, I do.” Her priest, in red and white, hands out sheets of paper. “These are the records I have made over the past month. They show clearly the level of danger workers in this sector are under, compared to others.” Everyone takes a look at the notes. They paint a fairly grim picture. “I’m convinced,” Quickfell says simply, letting the sheet drop back to the table. “Well, I’m not,” Coinspender says. “The businesses there that unload the ships have low margins. You take away their profit and they’ll fire people until they’re profitable, if they ever will be. People will lose their livelihoods, and that could lead to all manner of things. You might starve as many as you save.” “So your opinion is that it’s better to maim people for the sake of financial gain?” Firesoul replies, harshly. “I shouldn’t be surprised.” “Firesoul, please,” Lawmaker interjects. “This is an emotive topic, I understand, but such a strong reaction helps no-one.” Firesoul grimaces, but sits back, hands uncurling from the fists they had found themselves forming. Coinspender, for his part, looks chagrined. “I think they will adapt,” Brightweave says, his voice calm in the council room, but no less clear and reaching as the others. “Things have always changed, and we will always adapt and overcome them. Short-term, perhaps, there will be some difficulty, but it will be better in time. And what are we here for, if not to steer this country towards long-term success?” “Perhaps we should vote?” Kindsmile suggests. “I think everyone has said what they wanted to say.” Paper is passed around again, and you mark your vote on it. Then, finally, Brightweave speaks up. “I see a lot of children at my puppet shows,” he says, sadly, “and I know that many of them will never escape the poverty that has trapped them, and their parents, and their parents’ parents, and so on. They are punished through no fault of their own, or anyone’s, just trapped.” “Dockwork used to be a way out,” Coinspender says, his tone measured. “Who knows if it still will be, hm?” “Education is the way out,” Brightweave replies. “A library would help them to have a better life through improving their knowledge and their skills, even if it will be hard work. It’s more of a chance than they have at the moment.” “Agreed,” Firesoul says. “It is a long-term strategy, but that is what we are here for, as you yourself said. And it doesn’t need to only be children that benefit from this. Medical textbooks could save lives by educating people on first-aid and disease prevention.” “That’s assuming they’re ever used,” Kindsmile says. “You’re talking about a cultural shift, more than anything. The slums are rife with crime, it could just end up being ransacked. Though I think it’s worth a try, in any case. I know some people that could help make sure it’s not troubled.” “It’s a risk worth taking,” Fatespinner simply comments. Then she shrugs. “But it does feel odd to vote on something that won’t have any noticeable effect until long after we’ve given up our Breath.” “Then I suppose it’s down to me to be the bad guy, yet again,” Coinspender huffs. “May I remind you that a war was narrowly averted recently? And that this was done by sending Kalad’s Phantoms themselves to hunt down our own, subverted, Lifeless? We have no army! We can’t be frivolously spending on vanity projects until that, at least, is rectified. And a standing army, or mercenaries, don’t come cheap.” “We have Kalad’s Phantoms themselves,” you point out. “They are still present, and useful, and everything that I’ve read about them suggests that they are quite a powerful force. Stone warriors that feel neither pain nor exhaustion are strong alone, but they can also be repaired and rebuilt in new statues. Why would we need to use people in war?” “Because the God-King is just one man,” Coinspender says. “You are new, so you may not know about recent events, but recently he was kidnapped by his own staff, and apparently couldn’t stop them without the sacrifice of two of us. What happens if he is kidnapped again, and cannot break free? Or an assassin kills him? Like us, he might be hard to injure, and immune to poisons, but all God-Kings have died before him. He will not be any different.” “The God-King was captured because he had no ability to Awaken,” Firesoul says. “Lightsong the Bold gave away his Breath to repair his tongue, so he cannot be captured as he was before. Murder is another matter, but we are hard to kill in the first place, and he is protected by guards who also have Perfect Life Sense, like us. The God-King’s in particular is very strong, as he has Tenth Heightening. There is no concern that he will be assassinated, I feel.” There is a pause, and Lawmaker speaks up again. “If there are no other points to raise, then we shall vote,” she says, and paper is handed out. For a third time, you place your vote. Then, as they are returned to Lawmaker, she starts to tally the votes for each bill. The results provoke stronger reactions in some, more measured ones in others, but Lawmaker’s stern gaze cuts them off. “This meeting is adjourned,” she says. “Please have any bills that you wish to raise sent to me by tomorrow evening at the latest.” You leave the room with the others, and climb into your carriage with Hera. “So… do I have any plans for tomorrow?” you ask her. She nods. “Yes. Your day will mostly be taken up by Petitioners, so I’m afraid anything you wish to do will have to wait until the next day. ...If they are still possible,” she adds, after a moment. “Ah.” Kindsmile’s words return to you. They want us to die. “I can’t wait.” Council Vote ‘For’, ‘Abstain’ or ‘Against’ for each of the following bills: Tax on clothes dyed a Returned’s colours - Coinspender [X] For [X] Abstain [X] Against Impose new safety regulations on dockworkers – Firesoul [X] For [X] Abstain [X] Against Build a new library near the slums – Brightweave [X] For [X] Abstain [X] Against You may also suggest one proposal to be put forward for the next Council meeting, though you don’t have to. Depending on the nature of your proposal, it will change how other Returned feel about you slightly. And there is the first council meeting. My thoughts are that it’s somewhat like a cabinet meeting in British politics now, except there’s no parliament, just the cabinet. And the monarch (Susebron, in this analogy) hardly ever shows up, rather than never shows up, but there's no Prime Minister… Actually, it’s quite different, now I think about it . But anyway, it’s more modern and personal than the previous government, though most of the simple proposals are still debated by the Priesthood rather than bothering the Returned about them. You have also obtained your first stat increase. Your Spirit was boosted, in this case, for performing your first three 'spiritual’ actions – Understanding Breath and Heightenings, learning more about the Incandescent Tones and Hera's interpretation of it, and developing your religion. As an aside, you guys have been very fortunate with your rolls >>. Results:
  49. 3 points
    Without having read any other Cosmere works, all that can really be said is that Trell is another shard that has come to Scadrial, hijacked an old school religion (if you look at the things that Miles says, they don't align with the things that Sazed said about treligism) and that's really all we know so far.
  50. 3 points
    Venli didn't know for sure she'd get a nahel bond and be "safe" in atonement; she's taking on great personal risk accepting Timbre. Venli also wasn't planning to kill Eshonai; she was wrong about the effects of stormform, and regretted it. She was genuinely upset when they found Eshonai's body. That's just... not accurate to what Venli's story arc. Speaking more broadly, I don't find it helpful to think about it in terms of "they deserve to be redeemed" or "they don't deserve it". People make choices, and sometimes people do awful things and choose to keep doing awful things... And sometimes people do awful things and decide to change their behaviour. To me, the stories of people recognizing that they were wrong and deciding to make themselves better are really compelling. OB was when I decided Dalinar was my favourite, honestly.
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