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  1. 244 points
    Important note: This list would be far less complete if not for the efforts of everyone who helped me compile it. Specifically thankyou to: Awesomeness Summoned, Delightful, Argent, PorridgeBrick, Kurkistan, Quiver, Green Hoodie Mistborn, Senor Feesh, Observer, ccstat, Swimmingly, Alvron, Metacognition, The Only Joe, GreyPilgrim, Aether, jasonpenguin, Mailliw73, Moodle, Tempus, Baine, Kobold King, LeftInch, Sir Jerric, Tensoon, Ashiok, Theorymaker, Seonid, Shaggai, TheYoungBard, Curiosity, Snoopy, Voidus, Frosted Flakes, Kasimir, Shallan. (Let me know if I missed you.) Hokay, for those who want to know the ranks, I looked through everyone who had at least 10 posts. Here are my findings. 10000+ God Beyond 9000 9999 Adonalsium 8500 8999 Hero of Ages 8192 8499 The Broken One 7800 8191 Shard 7500 7799 Splintered Shard 7200 7499 Splinter 6800 7199 Dragon 6400 6799 Stormfather 6000 6399 Herald 5700 5999 Sliver 5350 5699 Nightwatcher 5000 5349 Worldhopper 4750 4999 God of Color 4500 4749 Lord Ruler 4250 4499 Unmade 4096 4249 Dawnshard 3761 4095 Prime 3500 3760 Lerasium Mistborn 3250 3499 Bondsmith 3000 3249 Voidbringer 2750 2999 Knight Radiant 2500 2749 Most Ancient 2250 2499 Steel Inquisitor 2048 2249 Mistborn 1900 2047 Taracin Superstar 1800 1899 Dawnsinger 1700 1799 Rambleman 1600 1699 Savant 1550 1599 Gerontarch 1500 1549 Midnight Essence 1450 1499 Listener 1400 1449 Enefel 1370 1399 Kalad's Phantom 1338 1369 Compounder 1337 So l337 Hoid Can't Compete 1300 1336 Surgebinder 1260 1299 Radiant Squire 1220 1259 Kandra 1180 1219 Twinborn 1145 1179 Returned 1111 1144 Scadrian Waffle Cook 1080 1110 Stone Shaman 1050 1079 Cryptic 1024 1049 HonorSpren 1000 1023 Sentient Awakened Object 980 999 Truthless 950 979 Highprince 920 949 Worldbringer 890 919 Full Feruchemist 860 889 Full Shardbearer 830 859 Shardbearer 800 829 Seer 777 799 Spinner 760 776 Wyrn the King 730 759 Elantrian 700 729 Originator 667 699 Svrakiss 666 Torturer of Heralds 650 665 Shade 625 649 Soulcaster 600 624 Forger 575 599 Dakhor Monk 550 574 lord Prelan 512 549 King's Wit 496 511 Son of Honor 475 495 Vanisher 450 474 King's Tester 425 449 Ghostblood 400 424 Envisager 375 399 Artifabrian 350 374 Ferring 325 349 Stormwarden 300 324 Bloodsealer 278 299 Silent Gatherer 256 277 Misting 225 255 Arbiter 200 224 Gyorn 180 199 High prelan 160 179 Oldblood 145 159 Cobalt Guard 128 144 Hazekiller 110 127 Forescout 100 109 Houselord 90 99 Babsk 80 89 Prelan 75 79 Arteth 70 74 Idrian Monk 64 69 Obligator 56 63 Lighteyes 50 55 Grand 45 49 Noble 40 44 Crew Leader 32 39 Ardent 25 31 Pahn Kahl 20 24 Awakened Object 16 19 Noble-Blooded 10 15 Bridgeman 7 9 Spearman 5 6 Darkeyes 2 4 Skaa 0 1 Spren -1 -2 Negaspren -3 -5 Lifeless -6 -10 Hoed -15 -19 ? Beheaded Inquisitor -20 -24 ? Rotting Chull Carcass -24 -25 Lamespren -32 -91 Zucchini -117 -118 Chasmfiend Corpse I'll update this as we learn more We now know them all! I like the new levels. Good work Chaos Please don't ask me how long that took. Current lowest Unknown rep: nonexistant. We're so close to getting them all =D Edit: Wooohooo first popular post Later edit: For the record, at the time I added that comment 10 rep was a little more exciting Another edit: The lower rep ranks have changed at some point, I don't know where all of the new boundaries are yet.
  2. 152 points
    We have some exciting news to announce today. So far in order to obtain some unpublished works of Brandon's, you'd have to email him through his sites, and his assistants would distribute them. Well now you won't need to wait for that, because now we will be in charge of distributing out Aether of Night! All you have to do is post in this topic (you'll need a 17S account, but that's it), and our staff will PM you the document. Once we do this, we'll remove your post here. We'll be using this topic as a to-do list for requests. Ideally since we have lots of staff members, we will get this out to you soon, within a week or two. With this change we are unpasswording the Aether of Night board, as now all of you will have access to it if you want it. You may discuss Aether of Night in the Cosmere Theories board, but tag your topic title with [Aether]. We hope you're excited about this, so many of you will be able to get this text in a much more obvious way now! You will receive a .docx file, and if you need to convert it into a .pdf or .epub, there are many converters to do that for you. (We are not distributing the prose version of White Sand, as that will continue to be distributed in Brandon's newsletters.) Thank you Team Sanderson for letting 17S do this!
  3. 150 points
    Okay so I saw a few of the Explain a Film Plot badly things earlier and thought they were funny, so I decided to do them for the cosmere books. I think some of them are funny, so I decided to share them. Hopefully it'll at least get a few laughs. If anyone has any more or any different ones, please post them. Spoilers for the cosmere, obviously. I'll label each one just in case though. The Final Empire: Well of Ascension: Hero of Ages: Alloy of Law: Shadows of Self: Bands of Morning: Warbreaker: Elantris: I couldn't think of any for Stormlight, hopefully someone else can
  4. 26 points
  5. 20 points
    Two event to consider together: 1) Jasnah discovered that Renarin's spren is corrupted by Sja-anat. She initially resolves to kill him then changes her mind and chooses compassion. Her spren indicates that this is right. 2) During the final battle of Oathbringer, Adolin sees men being tossed out of building with great force. When he goes to investigate, he finds Jasnah surrounded by glowing geometric shapes. The current theory is that this is Jasnah dismissing her Shardplate, which I am inclined to agree with. When taken together, it seems to me that Jasnah swore her fourth Oath soon after sparing Renarin. While it is possible that Jasnah had obtained Shardplate prior to this, the scene with Renarin is just too much of a game-changing decision on Jasnah's part for me to think that there wasn't an oath involved. This also would imply that the Elsecaller fourth Oath revolves around not letting logic rule 100% of the time. Furthermore, it also fits Jasnah's personality. With Kaladin, the two oaths we've seen have been sworn in the heat of the moment (I'm about to die, so I'm going to be dramatic and swear another oath and EXPLODE WITH POWER!). With Jasnah, she makes the right decision (spares Renarin), ponders on it while she's traveling to the building mentioned above, swears the oath, then uses her shiny new Shardplate to own these voidspren corrupted noobs. Any thoughts?
  6. 20 points
    Elantris: White Sand: Words of Radiance: Warbreaker: The Hero of Ages:
  7. 17 points
  8. 13 points
    I saw this and immediately thought "That wouldn't even include the entire Cosmere. That's blasphemy."
  9. 13 points
  10. 12 points
    A few years ago, before Towers of Midnight was announced people were guessing what the title would be on Reddit. Here's my favorite.
  11. 12 points
    Curiously that's what I thought in the beginning as well when I heard Maya was an Edgedancer's blade, but the more I think about it, the more I believe he'd be perfect Edgedancer material. I don't have much info about them at hand, but from what I can remember they're the most graceful of the Orders - and that's an attribute Adolin definitely has. Healing is not the first thing that comes to mind when I think about him, but neither was it with Lift in her first chapter in WoR. But: Adolin playes a part in healing/helping heal Shallan and Kaladin. Remember how much Kaladin hated lighteyes? Adolin (as well as Shallan) played a huge part in changing that. Also, their Oaths are about remembering the forgotten and listening to those who are ignored. The remembering part fits his family's background - where Dalinar forgot about Evi for a long time, Adolin always remembered her. He kept carrying her necklace as a good luck charm. And the listening part: Adolin was the first one to actually believe Kaladin about Amaram. (The first lighteyes, that is.) I think that somehow fits.
  12. 12 points
    Neverthere was so glad that she and Numnums had decided to elope. Well she had decided to elope, Numnums had decided to continue mauling the trail of Portlanders trying to flee the city. "But that's basically the same thing isn't it Numnums?" Neverthere whispered in the ear of the giant Allosaurus. Numnums spared her a glance, long since having discovered that nothing would get the bubbly young girl off of his back he seemed to have resigned himself to her company. "Oh Numnums, you do know how to make a girl blush, you'll have to save looks like that until after the ceremony. Where are we having the ceremony by the way?" Numnums let out a low growl. "Oh of course you're right, that's the business of the bride, not the groom. You just focus on looking cute." Stomping on yet another former citizen of Portland, Numnums stopped to rip the poor man apart with his teeth, adding a fresh stain of blood to the dozens of others that marked its jaw. Neverthere was so glad that she'd decided to leave that stuffy old Lightwards in his floating museum, he'd never paid her enough attention. Numnums here knew how to treat a lady, even if he did occasionally get a little too affectionate in public when he tried to kiss her, or at least that's what she called it when he tried yet again to close his massive jaws around the pink-clad girl. "Oooh, I just realized I haven't introduced you to my parents Numnums! Well the wedding will have to wait, you simply must meet them! Mamma never really liked me much, she was quite harsh with my 'sillyness' as she said but that's all water under the bridge now. She was always saying I should settle down and marry." Neverthere let out a giggle. "Just make sure you give her a biiiiiig hug when you see her, ok Numnums?"
  13. 10 points
    The "Adolin shouldn't be a KR because not everyone needs to be a KR argument" has always read to me like "you know what Harry Potter needed? a Muggle main character." To attempt to quote Vasher without WoR in front of me, Roshar is "invested to the hilt and looking for a place to stuff it all." Sort of intrinsically its a story with a ton of magic in it, and I think anyone who's a main character is going to have to interact with it in some way, whether it be as a KR, Navani and her fabrials, or on the weird frontier like Adolin and Renarin are in their own ways. Yes, there are going to be characters who aren't interacting with magic but I think by necessity they'll be increasingly sidelined. And I'm okay with that. In fact I'd find it increasingly difficult to believe that Adolin would be able to contribute much of anything moving forward if he doesn't end up going Edgedancer other than just some background moral support for Shallan and I think he deserves more than that as a character
  14. 9 points
    Chaos is hard to turn into a meme because his resting face is an annoyingly charismatic smile. But I did it, so expect me to get banhammered in the near future. This is a niche joke, made mostly for my own enjoyment, so I'm also using it as an opportunity to remind people not to put spoiler tags in their signatures (the text under your post). *cue the 'you were expecting a meme, but it was me, a signature restrictions reminder' meme.*
  15. 9 points
    I sometimes get the feeling, that Adolin presents himself more "simple" than he really is. On the outside, he shows the cool prince in fancy clothes, but he can be quite thoughtful and smart. He brings books to Shallan to help her getting a grasp in politics, he has a keen mind for tactics in battles... He is like this kid in school that is part of the cool in-group that doesn't want to show his intelligence to his peers. BUT: He also avoids responsibilities sometimes. He needs to overcome this if he wants to proceed with Edgedancer oaths. But the same applies to Lift... All in all, we are not often enough in his head to really understand him.
  16. 9 points
    I want Maya to be revived (mostly at least), and would be disappointed if she isn't. I don't feel as strongly about Adolin. I was hesitant for this at the end of Words of Radiance, but I think I'd be okay with it now. Something I've noticed is that lots of main characters are VERY non-traditional Radiants. We've got a lot of oddballs in the mix. Lots of stuff that hasn't been seen before... First is Renarin, bonded to a spren corrupted by Sja-Anat. (maybe it's happened before, but at the very least it isn't normal) We've got Lift with a bizarre condition allowing her to get Investiture from food instead of Stormlight. We've got Dalinar who somehow managed this whole "Unity" thing, which Stormfather has never seen. We've got a few Heralds who seem like they'll be Radiants. Seems like at least one other major oddity that I'm forgetting. This Desolation is weird. So that said, what I'd like to see most of all is something weird between Maya and Adolin. They've certainly begun that way, considering a deadeye has never been revived. (so far as we know at least) Like maybe Maya is mostly revived by has some really unique quirks and/or limitations. Maybe Adolin only gets one Surge. Maybe he gets no Surges but he can hold Stormlight. You know what I mean. Just some kind of weird, broken state that's never been seen before. I will say that I think it would just be weird to have Maya bond with anyone besides Adolin. Narratively, that just feels awkward. I think we place way too much emphasis on the importance of someone "fitting in" to a given Order. There's no rule saying spren can only bond with someone who doesn't "fit" their order. They might face disapproval from other spren. The human might have a more difficult time advancing through the Ideals. There's certainly obstacles in this. But Maya can bond Moash if she feels so inclined. Even if she can be revived without needing a bond (which Adolin is the only one in a position to provide), I just can't see her latching on to anyone else. Particularly just because Adolin isn't some picture-perfect Edgedancer.
  17. 8 points
    So I've already posted a few Sanderson fanarts in the official gallery, but I figured since I have a bunch of other drawings that aren't Sanderson-related, it would be a good idea to start a topic here for them. =) I think I'll go generally in chronological order from oldest to newest to show how I've evolved as an artist. My favorite medium is colored pencils, but I also sometimes enjoy scanning the pencil drawing into the computer and creating a digital version of it. So far I've only used Corel Painter X for that. I used to draw a lot of full-body shots of superheroes, including a few characters I created myself. The first one I ever finished (at least, of the ones I have saved on my computer) was Spider-Man, with the help of a "How to Draw Spider-Man" book. I'm not sure of the exact date that I finished this one, but I'm fairly sure it was in the first half of 2009. I would have been 14 at the time. Next up: Carol Danvers as Ms Marvel from Marvel comics. I copied this pose from an image of Rachel Summers as Phoenix in an X-Men Encyclopedia. I'm even less sure of the finish date for this drawing, but it was sometime between 2009, when I finished Spider-Man, and summer 2010, when I uploaded it to my album of art on Facebook. One of my favorite X-Men is Gambit, so he got the fanart treatment too. Same possible date range (2009-2010) as Ms Marvel. This is the full-body superhero (well, supervillain) drawing I'm proudest of: Mister Sinister, the bad guy behind the Morlock Massacre in the X-Men comics. I'm fairly certain I drew this sometime between summer 2009 and summer 2010. The X-Man Nightcrawler is the reason I chose to learn German instead of some other foreign language in school. Same possible date range as Mister Sinister. This is one of my OCs, created to be a member of the X-Men. He doesn't have a name so far, except for Phillip. Another superhero OC that I call Velocity. (No prizes for guessing what her superpower is! XD) This was the first time I created a background for any of these drawings. (Spider-Man doesn't count because his background is just a boring brick wall that required zero creativity.) So all the art I've posted thus far was completed before July 2010. I'll make another post with more recent projects so this one doesn't get too image-heavy.
  18. 8 points
    I'd love to see Maya revived, both because of the spren resurrection and potential Radiant powers for Adolin. He and Lift would make a great Edgedancer team, especially as Lift is not a warrior (and has a pacifist for a spren :D). I wouldn't be bothered by Adolin becoming a full KR. He works as he is now, but there are a lot of books to come (and hopefully, he'll be in all of them and not die off) and since he's been so awesome with Maya from the beginning I beieve he deserves this "reward". I'd also be fine with him only getting part Radiant powers, like Maya as a Shardblade any maybe the healing factor of Stormlight. But in the end I'd much prefer Adolin becoming a full Edgedancer, just because it would be incredibly entertaining and because of the potential figure skating AU: Adolin would LOVE the glittery costumes ... Oh, and I want to see Syl's face when a corpse-wielding Shardbearer just ... revives the corpse. Something definitely is going to happen with Maya. I can't imagine Brandon just giving us her name and Adolin summoning her in less than ten heartbeats without anything more coming from it.
  19. 8 points
  20. 8 points
    What did Ruin say to Preservation when Preservation Snapped the wrong person? You mist.
  21. 7 points
    From Brandon's comments, I think it's pretty clear Jasnah has her Shardplate. Soon aftermath, I can't think of anything that would fit other than the glowing lines around Jasnah during the Battle.
  22. 7 points
    Art by Sunbird, Part 2! During the summer of 2011, I started trying my hand at people portraits--usually of my favorite movie or TV characters. Thankfully I have definite dates for most of these drawings, unlike the ones in my first post. I started with Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor, completed Aug 28, 2011. And the very next day I redid Matt Smith in Corel Painter with a "blunt chalk" brush, adding in a spacey background. Once during an assembly in the gym at my high school (September 2011), I brought a sketch pad and pencil and did a quick contour drawing of a guy sitting a little ways in front of me. This was the result: More Doctor Who fanart! David Tennant this time. Original colored-pencil version completed Sept 18, 2011, with the Corel Painter version almost a month later on Oct 16. In between the colored-pencil and digital versions of David Tennant, I drew this graphite sketch of a Barn Owl in a barn for my art class. Completed October 13, 2011. I decided I didn't have enough villains in my superhero collection, so I did one of Mystique. (Fear not; she's wearing clothes, unlike in the X-Men movies.) Completed December 3, 2011. Just two more for this post, I think--both characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I set a personal speed record with Spike--I started early in the morning before school with the contours and had finished adding full color by dinnertime. I did this December 5, 2011, but it's still one of my favorites. Ok, last drawing for this post: Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, completed sometime in the days leading up to Christmas 2011.
  23. 6 points
    Inspired by a conversation/rant in the Discord a few nights ago:
  24. 6 points
    I'll use some of @Artemos 's gifs from the Impossible Physics of Allomancy thread to describe my emotions in on the subject. Quite appropriate, I know. HOW MY BRAIN REACTS When someone says "These characters don't make any sense." When someone says "these plot points don't make any sense." When someone says "these physics don't make any sense." But when you take the equation and you and then all the math works out perfectly. Mind blown.
  25. 6 points
    Granted, unfortunately you don't get to decide which laws of physics no longer apply to you. You realize your dilemma when you try to walk away from the Nightwatcher. Unfortunately for you, for every action of yours there is not an equal and opposite reaction against the force you exert. Your foot pushes against the earth in your effort to propel yourself forward, but the earth does not push against your foot and you slip and fall on your arse. You now live in a world without friction. Your vocal chords no longer are able to vibrate against each other, you have to communicate using Morse code conveyed by eye blinks. Fortunately you have a family that loves you very much, and carts your atrophied, gelatinous body around in a high walled radio flyer wagon. You have to be fed intravenously because, guess what, you can't exert force on the things you are trying to chew, and the big un-masticated chunks of food slide frictionlessly down your throat and get clogged in your plumbing, because the normal peristalsis of your digestive tract is broken as well. But due to the fact that you are basically confined to a world of pure thought and no action, you figure out the grand unifying theory of all physics, and using your enhanced understanding of Quantum mechanics and n-dimensional strings, you are able to travel back in time in your puddled slippery gelatinous state and warn yourself not to make that accursed wish. Then you wake up in your bed, and as you lever yourself out of your bed using your arms to push off from your mattress, you look towards the sky and say "Thank God for Newton's Third Law of Motion". The Nightwatcher says "Umm, Ok", and as the words leave her lips you hear her think to herself "Man, that boon is it's own bane, poor kid". As you are riding the bus back from the Nightwatcher's Valley, you spy a cute girl/boy sitting on the seat across the aisle, chuckling to yourself you use your new found power to spy on their thoughts. You hear the following "I don't think anyone is looking, it's probably an ok time to pick my nose..." then you watch horrified as he/she stealthily picks their nose, pretending that he/she is really just scratching their nostril. Then you hear in horror as he/she thinks "That went pretty well, don't think anyone even saw that. Now I am feeling a bit peckish...". Unable to turn away you see him/her put the boogey in their mouth and you hear him/her think "Umm...delicious". You turn away in disgust and instead focus on the thoughts of an elderly gentleman reading the paper, thinking this will be a safe target for your newly acquired powers. Unfortunately you hear him think "Why does my back hurt so much, I think I wet myself when we went over that last bump. I wonder if I can eat tuna fish, have I had too much salt. What's the deal with salt anyway, how come it's bad for you when it tastes so good. That reminds me of the time I was in the war....etc, etc." It only gets worse from there. You hear every unfiltered, half formed, nonsensical thought emanating from every person around you, and realize that the conscious barrier between thought and speech exists for a reason. Not every thought should be expressed, not every thought is what the person intended to say. There are walls between the Id, the Ego and the Super Ego for a reason, thoughts should be private because intention can only be expressed through filtration of thought. Doh, Ninja'd by @Atium The Nightwatcher looks at you with pity in her green glowing eyes and says "Granted!" Ewe R know a sapeent, self-awar spel cheker (could you check that last line I think you have some work to do Mr. AI). I wish @Atium, the sapient spell checking AI would give @Inklingspren spell checker advice on my spell checker advice thread: *EDIT* Just realized that my last wish was prohibitively restrictive, and that it required a specific person to do one specific thing. So I'm going to open this up with a different alternate wish (don't care which is granted): I wish that I had realistic tattoos on my eyelids that looked like open eyes. And since this is a magical wish, I wish that these were animated tattoos, capable of movement and were able to respond to environmental stimulus. Further I wish that these animate tattoos would maintain the perfect illusion that I am awake and paying complete attention to anyone who happens to be talking to me, while in reality my eyes are really closed and I am most likely sleeping.
  26. 6 points
    I haven't commented in here in a while, but I think this deserves a mention. First weekend of April, Saturday afternoon, I'll be singing in General Conference! I've known for a while that it was a possibility that my choir could be doing that, but now I've finally had in confirmed and I am THRILLED!
  27. 6 points
    I firmly believe that if Lift can be an Edgedancer, then Adolin can too. Not every member of one order is exactly the same. We have four spren-bonded Windrunners so far: Kaladin, Teft, Lopen and (presumably as he said the second Ideal at the end of OB) Drehy. They are different enough ... Adolin currently is arguably the best duelist in Alethkar, maybe on Roshar, having trained swordfighting (any maybe other weapons, I'm not sure) from a very young age. Being that good requires a lot of control over your own body and very good coordination, both of which enable a person to move very smoothly. If that's not enough to count Adolin as "graceful" in at least the physical aspect, I don't know what does.
  28. 6 points
    Well, as things are, they need a lot more Radiants to stand a chance against Odium and his army. Things are only going to become harder and despite all their powers it wasn't exactly easy to turn things around in OB. I personally don't care much about most POV characters being Radiants. Things like that rarely bother me, and the books are about Radiants and magic and stuff after all. Kinda ^^
  29. 6 points
    I think it interesting that Maya is the one who is broken, and Adolin is the one filling the cracks in her soul, sort of the opposite of how a Nahal bond usually works. So, even though I do want Adolin to resurrect her and become an Edgedancer, I voted "other", because I think it is possible for it to be something new and different instead. My big interest in Maya is that she was part of the Recreance, and if she gets her smarts back she can potentially explain what happened. I look forward to seeing Adolin and Maya's bond deepen. If at the end of it all Adolin gets to be an Edgedancer too, that's also cool.
  30. 6 points
    Art by Sunbird, Part 3! This post will contain my finished art from 2012 to my latest work as of January 22, 2017. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to draw recently, so "my latest work" is almost a year old at this point. From January 13, 2012, Orlando Bloom as Will Turner from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. If I had to pick one of my drawings that I think is my absolute best, it would probably be this one of Loki. I finished it June 4, 2012, after The Avengers was released in American theaters. I did another Avengers portrait later that summer: Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye, completed on August 26, 2012. Last Avengers fanart for this post, I promise. XD Robert Downey Jr as everybody's favorite billionaire playboy philanthropist inventor, Tony Stark. (Not Iron Man, though, because I didn't draw him in the armor. ) I finished this one April 6, 2013. Most people here probably won't recognize this next character, although you might know the actor: vampire PI Mick St John from the one-season TV show Moonlight, played by Alex O'Loughlin. (Mr O'Loughlin has also been in the TV shows Three Rivers and Hawaii Five-0 (the 2010 reboot), as well as the movie August Rush.) Funny story about the history behind this drawing: I started working on it in like early/mid 2013, but it got buried and forgotten in the chaos of my move to Utah for college. It wasn't until Christmas break 2015 that I finally found it again and resumed work, finishing December 21, 2015. My last three portraits are the drawings that I have also posted to the official Shard fanart gallery. After I finished reading Calamity, I just kinda got an itch to do Reckoners fanart and neglected homework and sleep to work on these. XD Drawing book characters for which I had no photos was in some ways easier and in some ways harder than drawing movie/TV characters from reference photos. It was easier because I didn't have to make my people resemble anyone specific, but it was harder because I had to figure out the lighting and clothing pretty much just from my brain. First, my imagining of Obliteration, completed Feb 20, 2016: Of course, no collection of Reckoners fanart is complete without Prof! Completed Feb 21, 2016. (I think I may have matched my personal speed record with this drawing--one day from start to finish, same as Spike.) My last Reckoners fanart and the most recent drawing I've finished is Mizzy. After I finished Prof, I looked back at my collection and realized it was sadly lacking in female characters, and I hadn't drawn a single person of color. I felt bad and picked Mizzy as my next subject, completing her portrait Feb 27, 2016. So that's pretty much all my stuff that I consider good enough to share on the Internet. Comments, questions, suggestions, limericks...? I'd love to hear all your thoughts.
  31. 5 points
    It looks like Joseph is walking home with the gold. He's summoned a huge swarm of chalklings, and Matist is buckling under the pressure. That won't do. Matist is going to surrender the match. What a disappointing ending! Wait, did his eyes just glow white? Probably just a trick of the light. But wait... Matist is drawing at twice the speed now! Something's lit a fire under him. He has surrendered to our agent. He's survived Joseph's assault. He's still in the match. I've never seen such beautiful Rithmatics! My goodness, Matist was truly holding back this whole time! He's eliminated Joseph! What a wonderful display of strength. The humans never had a chance. With people like him in our forces, I'm sure the Forgotten don't stand a chance. Congratulations to Matist Rist, our winner. You will be a useful tool for the Forgotten. And of course, a congratulations for all our competitors. Yes, of course. They will be excellent food. And with that, the game is over. Congrats to "Droughtbringer" for winning. Here is the link to the dead doc. Here is the link to the master spreadsheet.
  32. 5 points
    I could have sworn it was seven heartbeats, not nine
  33. 5 points
    Here's From Now On, KR edition. Comments and constructive criticism welcome Spoilered for length, and a couple of Major OB spoilers
  34. 5 points
    Here we go. I’m not sure I like how it worked out. The writing says “No more liars.”
  35. 5 points
    “He bears the weight of God’s own divine hatred, separated from the values that have it context.” Meanwhile, on Nalthis, Susebron begins burning all ants with magnifying glasses. “Die, die die!”
  36. 5 points
    Ok, so there's a lot of vocabulary subtlety going on here, I'll do what I can to lay it out. First off: the term "Soul" is all but useless in these sort of cosmere discussions, it's always culturally loaded and usually incomplete if not outright incorrect. It's sometimes used to refer to the beads (the Cognitive aspect of objects), or the Spiritweb (the Spiritual Aspect of creatures), or the actual "Soul" as Im used to thinking of it: the thing that goes Beyond when something dies and is irrevocably lost even to the power of a Shard. Everything does not "have a spren", but everything does have a Cognitive Aspect (which is what Soulcasters can talk to if they want to convince it to Change), and that's what the beads and the flames are representing. Spren are living Investiture that has gained shape via influence of living, physical beings. Sometimes, but not always, they can gain full Sentience. Seons & Skaze are selish equivalents of spren, Nightblood is describes as a Robot Spren (the Cosmere equivalent of your traditional sci-fi AI), and Rosharans would call even the Shards Spren (even though there's arguably a lot more to them). To the meat of your theory: There is something fundamentally lost when a person dies, it Goes Beyond, and Brandon has stated that he doesnt want to ever fully pin down what happens, leaving it permanently a matter of each readers own interpretation (much like the Afterlife in the real world). What we do know is that something leaves, though there are ways to make it stick around longer, such as by supercharging it with Investiture (what happened to Kelsier) or "stapling" it back to it's body (The Returned), but once it goes it's it gone. The body that is left behind is fundamentally different and has been downgraded to Meat Object, which is why a shardblade treats it differently before and after the Killing Blow. There's a certain amount of time delay involved, just as a recently broken object can be repaired by Adhesion so long as it still views itself as the whole object and not a stack of pieces (when a broken boulder becomes two discinct rocks). The body does have a lot of affinity toward it's past self, to the point that it's a lot easier to Awaken into a Lifeless, but it's still missing something vital. Especially in the case of Soulcast bodies, because they've been forcibly Changed from their original state into a wholly new material by a Soulcaster, though the fact that they are perfect copies of a real corpse makes them easier to Awaken (but still Type IV awakening of Inorganic materials, not Lifeless). In Short: To do what you describe is essentially trying to create and/or communicate with a Cognitive Shadow, which is a discinct and often very possible thing, but I strongly doubt that Soulcasting is going to allow it to happen since there are things that need to happen at (or immediately following) the person's death to make it possible, and Soulcasting is more about dealing with with the Object left after that (or doing the killing itself, as Jasnah does).
  37. 5 points
    I mean, in my opinion, Adolin is pretty graceful where it counts; as far as being articulate goes, neither is Lift and she's 100% a confirmed Edgedancer.
  38. 5 points
    I don't think having magic makes a character not relatable. I relate to most of our Radiants to at least some degree, and when I don't it's because of personality clashes rather then because they have magic.
  39. 5 points
    I like Adolin as he is now, he is already one of the few main characters without any kind of powers, and it feels somewhat refreshing. Also i don't want his struggle of trying to be useful for the kingdom to be resolved with a (sort of) Deux ex Machina of getting powers. I want it to be resolved with him dealing with it, he was used to always being stronger and in control because of his set of shards and not having powers has made him more down to earth and a lot more mature.
  40. 4 points
    AG 5: Day 3 - Unseen Strike Steel walked in the home of the old Elantrian woman. "Spirit of Speed? No one has ever called me that before." The woman chuckled slightly, settling in a chair, silvery light coming off of her skin. "That's because no one looks at your spiritual aspect to see you, young one. I'm blind, you see. I use the Dor to instead view people spiritually. A handy trick, if you ask me. And your spirit web- it basically is the spiritual ideal of speed. I've never seen anything quite like it." "And you'll never see anything like it again." Steel's blood ran chill as he burnt f-steel to see the man who had spoken the words. He no longer wore a ridiculous yellow costume, but instead a simple brown tunic. And with a single motion, he was behind the elantrian and had snapped her neck. Steel had risen in an instant, but it was already too late. The man disappeared from the room, and Steel followed, spren close behind. Elantrians turned in hostility towards his enemy, but the man was so fast that no Elantrian would be able to draw an Aon in time to actually fight him. Only Steel had a chance to catch him. The villain stopped to face Steel, and Steel summoned his shardblade. He pointed it directly at the man's throat. "Tell me where my sister is. Or I'll cut out whatever spiritual aspect you DO have." "Thing is," the man said easily, "I don't need you anymore." His extended shardblade was knocked aside, and a vibrating hand was stuck into his heart, as Steel gazed in horror at his own chest. And so for the second time, Steel found himself dying, this time not from a blast from Odium, but from the enemy that perhaps only he could have beaten. In anger, he burnt allomantic steel, flaring it in a moment of death, sending his feruchemical metalminds in every which way- several of which hit his attacker, to his pleasure. His shardblade dissolved, and Phlo's crystalline face was the last thing he saw before he faded into the cognitive Realm. Not like Endowment would return him AGAIN, anyway. * * * * * * * * * * The Worldhopper who called themselves Vulture was nervous. It had only been a little slip, barely even enough to register, but paranoia dictated that it had probably been noticed. And since paranoia was an insatiable fiend, whose appetite only grew the more you fed it, it dictated that not only had the slip been noticed, but it had been noticed and would be taken advantage of by their most dangerous enemies. Of course, such an outcome would be highly unlikely. It was only a small slip in the facade of being a normal worldhopper. Just a little drip of Shardic power when it shouldn't have been possible. And nobody was there to notice. It was ironic, then, that Vulture's paranoia was perfectly accurate. Unfortunately, as the dust settled and Odium's power burned down to a low, seething glow, Vulture was no longer in a place where they could appreciate the irony. Chartreuse Penguin has been murdered! They were a Worldhopper of the Hidden Garden, with the Truthwatcher role. Amber Vulture has been murdered! They were a Vessel of the Utility Company, holding the Shard of Autonomy. The Shard of Autonomy has been Shattered! Player List: 1. Amethyst Scorpion 2. Azure Mouse 3. Amber Vulture Vessel, Autonomy 4. Charcoal Hyena 5. Chartreuse Penguin Worldhopper, Truthwatcher 6. Coral Swan 7. Cream Tuatara 8. Emerald Falcon 9. Fuschia Ostrich 10. Indigo Weasel 11. Ivory Dragonfly 12. Magenta Albatross 13. Mauve Crocodile 14. Melon Dingo 15. Mint Heron 16. Onyx Flamingo 17. Opal Lion 18. Oxblood Beagle 19. Pearl Chameleon 20. Plum Rhinoceros 21. Quartz Zebra 22. Saffron Iguana 23. Sage Kangaroo 24. Salmon Meerkat 25. Sapphire Elephant 26. Scarlet Octopus 27. Sunburst Toucan 28. Taupe Gecko 29. Turquoise Gorilla 30. Violet Axolotl Shardworld Tracker: Yolen: 2/8 charges The day will last until Tuesday, January 22nd, 12:00 AM, Mountain Time
  41. 4 points
    Hi guys! My name is David, I'm from Argentina. I didn't even know about Brandon Sanderson until july 2016, when a friend of mine gave me a copy of The Way of Kings for my birthday. Since then, I've been devouring Cosmere books. I recently finished Oathbringer and Elantris, so I decided to join the forums, to serve the double purpose of feeding my axiousness for upcoming books, and practicing my english. See you around!
  42. 4 points
    Considering what they're up against, they'll need all the Radiants they can find, and as one of the best fighters around, it makes sense for Adolin to be a Radiant too. We can always get more non-Radiant POV's.
  43. 4 points
    Darkrose was not the hero of her own story. She'd been making good ground for several days now. The dead, smoky trees were all a gray blur to her now, and there weren't any old highway signs this far out into the wastelands. But even so she was certain she was going in the right direction. Backtrack's directions had been as precise as they had been shrill. Black roses would sprout out of the ground just in front of her, supporting her with a strength they shouldn't realistically have and carrying her slightly further towards her goal. There was a wrongness to the way they sprouted up like that, popping out of dead earth or barren asphalt with identical ease. She wasn't really fond of the way they grew, either. Too fast for real plants, they looked like old timelapse videos with the way they'd mature from seedlings to impossibly tall vines in the span of seconds. She knew they had to violate every possible law of physics and biology because of the way they'd collapse into dust as soon as she moved far enough away from them. That trail of dust extended for miles, stretching all the way back to what used to be Portland. So she had to be almost there. Just a few more miles of desolate Oregon and she'd have reached the tiny little village that dared to have survived. Just a few more and she would make them take a good, long look at all the unnatural wrongness that swirled around her. Because she was not the hero of her own story, nor of anyone's. She was under no illusions. She didn't pretend that there was some noble reason to be doing what she was about to do. She knew it was evil, and that made it worse. At least the liars thought that they were trying to do the right thing. They weren't, and they were crooked maniacs, but at least they remembered what morality looked like. Not like her. She was trash. Just, absolute garbage. No redeeming qualities. No conscience. No buried screams hidden under all the corruption. Just a slontze who desperately needed a bullet in her head. Still. As much as knowing all that about herself should depress her... it didn't. She was about to do the most evil thing she'd ever done. And there was a grin on her face, because the High Epic Darkrose was really looking forward to it. None of them knew what to say. It was Nathan who put up a try first. With a hesitant hand on Sam's shoulder he told her he was so, so sorry about what had happened. Distantly she was aware of his voice asking if there was anything at all he could do. He knew there wasn't. She knew it. These words had the air of something that had been rehearsed—no, not rehearsed. Said before. He'd comforted, or done his best to comfort, friends in this situation before. At least, he clearly thought he had. Revolution was next. She was clearly less experienced than Nathan was. Her face was a strained look of struggling sorrow, as she rambled, unusually for the well-spoken woman, about how things might look like the end, but that she wasn't alone. She had friends who were there for her. That she could find a new path for her life. That she could blah blah blah. Sam wanted to scream at her. My Mom is dead. If you don't know what to say, if you don't know what this MEANS, then you need to SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW. But she didn't, because that would be wrong. Revolution just wanted to help her friend in the only way she knew how. And though it didn't work, she was grateful for it. Even if she privately shouted that she should turn around and run away right this moment. Finally Remington Springfield. He didn't even say a word, but somehow what he said meant the most. It was just a nod. A solemn look in his eyes. He knew. Oh, he didn't know everything. But he knew that she'd lost the most important person in her life, and he knew what that felt like. He knew that she felt like a part of her had just wilted up and died. He knew that her life would never be the same, and there wasn't a single damnation word in the English language that could make it any better. The only thing he didn't know was the name of the Epic who'd murdered her. She wondered how much that knowledge would change the look in his eyes. "Clearly the work of an Epic." Lightwards' voice was the last thing she needed to hear right now, but there it was. He stood amid the dusty ruins of the suburb, that perpetual glower on his face as he spoke. No quips sprung to Sam's mind; she wasn't really in the mood to even acknowledge the fact that he existed. But his scowl found her all the same, and she knew exactly why. "Somehow, someway, a new Epic has blundered their way into the path of the Empire of Light," the self-proclaimed Emperor went on, the sour look on his face bleeding into his voice. "They have destroyed my buildings and buried my bodies. If anyone knows anything about this, I would advise them to pipe up now." Liar. Not a single damnation thing in this city belonged to him. Even the clothes on his back were stolen. "...no one?" Lightwards asked again, grinding his jaw in frustration. For the first time Funtimes piped up. "How would they know anything? They were with me all night." It was an unusually lucid sentence from her. She'd been as bubbly as ever this morning, and the carnage here in the suburb had done nothing to diminish it. It was only when she'd seen Sam's troubled face that a more concerning expression had overtaken her own, and she'd gone skipping off amid the rubble to make pretty faces out of all the leftovers of someone's house. Acting like an oblivious little girl to pretend she hadn't felt anything from the look on Sam's face. Liar. Whatever was going on in the mind of Doctor Funtimes, it wasn't all unicorns and sparkles. Even the sparkles these days were getting fewer and farther between. Lightwards' eyes narrowed. "Are you certain about that?" "Pfft. Obviously," Funtimes retorted. "My house is the best! I make dresses and pancakes! Why would they want to be anywhere else?" Sam swallowed. She held back tears through power of will. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. "...she's right," Sam said with considerable difficulty. "I've never been here before in my life." LIAR. She'd managed to sneak out at the meeting last night. Right under Funtimes, Lightwards, and even Altermind's noses. She'd even managed to make it all the way out here in this suburb, in a bold, even heroic move to get her mother and ditch this city once and for all. She... remembered that much, at least. Then it all turned into a blur. Warriors. Dead bodies raised up and willed to hold Mom at gunpoint every moment of every day. Anger. She'd felt angrier than she'd ever felt in her entire life, which was saying a lot. Light. Red light. Red light crashing down on her, shining so brightly her eyes burned and her soul burst like an eggshell. And after that, she'd woken up. Surrounded by dust. Dust and blood and roses. With difficulty she'd made it back to the rest of her fellow humans. There... hadn't been anywhere else to go, after all. At least they'd welcomed her back with worried open arms. They hadn't pieced together the whole story, or at least, she hoped they hadn't. But they knew that the Epic Sam most hated in the whole world had murdered her Mom in cold blood. "Hmmph." Lightwards again managed to sound like the most petulant man-child to ever hold the powers of a demigod. "Well... if that story changes, you all know where to find me. And I expect to be told the truth." Again he was glaring at her! What right did he have to look that angry? As though it was a personal slap in the face that some other Epic had murdered his pathetic bargaining chip! But for once in her life Sam kept her mouth shut. Furiously she watched him stride away to discuss something with his lieutenants. He didn't know, not really. He wouldn't have the spine to turn his back on her if he knew. He was probably thinking Funtimes had made some secret alliance with one of his enemies behind his back. Sam's fists were clenched as tightly as she could manage. So tightly her fingernails dug into her palms and drew blood. The blood dripped down to hit the dust, mixing with the other scattered remnants of the whole world she used to know. With the broken furniture, the broken woman torn in two in what was once a kitchen, and the broken picture frame from long ago. The father, mother, and older sister in the photo were all gone now, weren't they? Only the little girl was still around. As much as it would be better if she wasn't. She clenched her eyes shut, and her bloodied palms began to suture themselves whole again. After a while the trees had started to be green again. Up here in the far reaches of Oregon the turf wars hadn't yet torn everything up, given there were so few people that Epics had never really materialized. You could grow up in these hills and never see one. You could even grow up into a flaky naive moron who thought Epics were some kind of angelic test for humanity. If you were a particular idiot you might even have the audacity to say the evil ones, which were all of them, were the ones who'd failed the test. And that the good ones—which didn't exist—were the ones who had passed and were supposed to be guiding everybody else out of the dark or some sparking lunacy like that. You know, theoretically. Not to point fingers or anything. She was so sparking glad when she finally spotted a vanilla. He was a lanky specimen. Young, probably as naive as any of them, with long unkempt hair and an even longer sleeved knit sweater. He didn't even seem to notice her coming, engrossed in plucking herbs from the side of the forest trail. His eyes went as wide as saucers as thorny black flowers started to spring up like weeds amid the herbs he was picking, but they had grown twice his height and surrounded him by the time he had the common sense to try to get away. Darkrose let her flowers carry her in a gliding motion to the ground beside him, their thorns digging into her body in a way she'd long since learned how to shrug off. She looked him in those terrified eyes and grinned. "Hey!" she said cheerfully. "I'm looking for the farm where hippies come from. You look like you know where it is." He was trembling, looking like any moment he might make a break through the thorny vines around him to escape. She decided to nip that little idea in the bud by coiling her vines tightly around his legs, until they dug under his skin and hooked there. He let out the cry of a man who'd never felt real pain before, and Darkrose waited patiently for him to stop. "I..." His voice was weak, but she gave a bored motion with her hand to let him know he should continue. Something about that simple gesture ignited some defiance in him, and his next words came more confident. "...I... I won't tell you anything. I won't sell out my home to you, Fallen One." "Epic," Darkrose said flatly. "We're called Epics. Using a different name than literally everyone else on the continent doesn't make you wiser. It just makes you sound like a cult." "We know what you are," he replied, smiling weakly. "You are the ones who failed the test. You are the ones who were given the chance to be great, but failed to use it wisely." "Whatever. I'm not here to convince you fairies aren't real or whatever it is you believe." She crept her vines up his body, until they grasped his chin and forced his face down. "I'm here to argue with your leader. Can you point me in her direction? I'm an old friend." Still he struggled against her, both with his body and with those defiant eyes. "Our leader would never associate with one of the Fallen Ones. She is everything you failed to be. Kind, and merciful, and-" "Liar." One of her vines grabbed his shoulder, wrenching it painfully towards her. She used her hands to yank back the sleeve of his sweater, revealing the arm that lay beneath it. He whimpered. She could see why. There was a burn scar there—a carefully crafted one. Something extremely hot had seared away the skin and flesh exactly where it touched and nowhere else, specifically to leave a scar. That something was in the shape of a young woman's hand. Darkrose whistled softly. "Wow. That's some great kindness and mercy you've going for you." "She... she's only stern where she needs to be. It's to guide us, to make sure we don't stray from the path of-" "Oh, for the love of—dude, you need to chill," Darkrose interrupted, rubbing her forehead. "I'm not gonna kill you because you didn't defend your Epic overlord. In fact, I kind of like it when I hear your kind badmouth them." There was confusion on his face, mixed with a slight bit of hope at the phrase 'not gonna kill you.' She put her hand on his chin, leaning in close to continue. "I'm gonna kill you 'cause I'm an Epic, and that's just what we do. Think of it as our way of saying hello." He never made another expression beyond that look of pure fright etched into his every muscle. That was the moment she squeezed her vines around him until he burst. She moved on quickly, letting his bloody remnants fall to fertilize the forest herbs. She followed the trail he'd been on, picking up speed and building in anticipation. Revolution was close. She could feel it.
  44. 4 points
  45. 4 points
    Traveler's duster was no more. It wasn't a difficult thing to notice. In the short time Lightwards had known the simpering vanilla, the man's duster had always caught his eye. That was likely intentional, as most Epics included some sort of statement piece meant to draw attention. Lucentia had her diamonds, Funtimes her glitter. Only the most powerful Epics, the strongest and most fear-inspiring, selected clothing similar to what a vanilla might wear. Steelheart, from all Lightwards had heard, wore clothes any vanilla might select, adding only a cape as his mark of divinity; and Möbius eschewed such designations altogether, but as an ordinary man masquerading among his betters, Traveler had never, to Lightwards' memory, shed that coat. Without it, the world might have seen him for what he was: a desperate vanilla putting on airs in hopes he might not receive the treatment demanded by his true station. Were Lightwards more inclined toward pity, he might have spared some for him. But today, the duster was gone, as were the pinstriped suit and shocking green tie. That was not to say he wore clothes befitting someone of his stature—no, that lesson had still eluded him. He sat at a table in brown woolen slacks and a dark double-breasted coat, and from where Lightwards stood he could just make out faint grey pinstripes on the soft maroon of an Oxford shirt. As he stared, however, a more pressing matter became apparent. Traveler was alone. Funtimes wasn't gone; Lightwards had spied her just that morning, if only in passing. But she wasn't there. The Funtimes he knew had never strayed more than a few yards from her most beloved pet, yet here that pet sat unsupervised, lacking any sort of visible leash or chain. That lack of coddling ought to have left him twitching his feet and glancing over his shoulder for the merest sign of an Epic, but Traveler sat at a stone table, calmly plucking cards from a deck and laying them out before him. Lightwards had half a mind to shoot him where he sat. As tantalizing as the thought of his blood on the forest floor, of his eyes reflecting the obedient vacuity of a proper Warrior, might be, the thought of Funtimes in a screaming rage was less so. "Here to have your fortune read, Lightwards?" His voice caused first a jump, and then a chill—the jump due to the silence preceding it; the chill because of the tone his voice carried. No. This was Traveler. A vanilla whose life would be vastly improved by an induction into the Army of Light—more so than others. Lightwards drew a breath as fear turned to anger, and drew closer. Funtimes had sent him here. Funtimes had given him a new suit, a new persona, and instructed him to sit within the jungle endlessly shuffling and reshuffling…. "Are those tarot cards?" Now Traveler looked up. His face betrayed none of the simmering terror he preferred to the man's false bravado. No, something else had stretched itself across his freckled features, made itself at home in his eyes. Fury. Contained and controlled within a tight smile, but present all the same. "So you do know what they are. And here I thought we'd have to spend some time playing catch-up." "Everyone knows what they are, Traveler. Only the truly brilliant know them as the pursuit of feeble-minded idiots who belong to mankind's primitive past." "And you expect me to believe that means you." Lightwards folded his arms, resisting the urge to reach for his pistol. Later, he told himself. Later, when he could savor the moment. "At least I have the good sense not to blatantly antagonize my superiors." He'd expected that remark to send his smile plummeting and the ruse to shambles, but Traveler smirked instead. "Your superiors. Funny you should say that." "I was referring to your superiors, Traveler." "I don't see any of them right now." Those words, their tone, that infernal smirk—before Lightwards could identify a conscious thought triggering the action, his pistol was in hand, barrel aimed directly at Traveler's forehead. His hammering heart demanded he pull it now, raise the idiot as a Warrior with some modicum of sense, but only the deepest seed of anger held him back. Wait, it said. Wait. Make it count. Make it something to savor. The vanilla's raised eyebrow set Lightwards' finger on the trigger. "You want to shoot me, go ahead. It's been a slow morning. Just get my name right, will you?" His finger itched to pull the trigger. His ears ached for the sound of gunfire, if it signaled an end to this infuriating man's current existence. But something within him held him back, some instinct or foreknowledge or…. No. No. Not instinct. Memory. A young woman, flannel shirt and hiking boots, brown curls loose beside her cheeks. "You want to shoot me, Lightwards? Do it. It's been a boring day." Lightwards clenched his jaw, willing his thoughts to still. Traveler wasn't Möbius. She would have had him sobbing for mercy in a pocket universe before he could blink. But the way he said it, the look on his face…Lightwards had seen it before his death. One of them, anyway. "All right, Traveler," he said, holstering his pistol with no small reluctance. "I'll play along. What is your name?" "Alastair." Lightwards managed a small laugh. "A big name, for such a small man. Those parents of yours taught you to put on airs right from the cradle, did they?" Traveler's smile became patient. "It's not that kind of name." The chill returned, and it took every ounce of will Lightwards possessed to drive it back. "Funtimes thought her pet needed a new title, did she?" That fury behind his eyes had never dimmed, but now it sparked as, with a motion far quicker than he ought to have possessed, Traveler swept up the cards on the table and shuffled them. "I was never her pet. She's helped me see that. Never some thing she dragged around. Not like those Warriors of yours—no. You don't wait for your Warriors to blossom into something new and powerful, do you?" Lightwards could scarcely breathe through the hot rage filling his lungs, but he managed to signal one of his raptors. The creature surged forward, working towards a run, mouth open for the kill— BANG. —and there was Traveler, still seated, back to the raptor, revolver in the air and arm twisted behind him. The raptor screeched, blood pouring from its mouth. Traveler leapt to his feet, his motions far quicker than they'd any right to be. BANG. BANG. The raptor wasn't quite dead, but the twitching of its limbs left no question that it soon would be, the bullets having shredded its innards, doing far more damage than a shot to the hide could have. Lightwards could raise it easily, but for the moment, that was the furthest thing from his mind. Thought was the furthest thing from his mind. Traveler—Alastair—holstered his pistol and resumed his seat. Back went the cards into his hands, whirring softly as he shuffled them. "Now," Alastair said, as calmly as someone naming the time of day, "the first thing you learn about tarot is that the cards don't mean what you think. The Fool isn't meant to insult your intelligence, but to signal the new. The Tower doesn't signal protection, but chaos." This was a prank. Any moment Funtimes would leap from behind a tree and laugh at her own joke, take credit for those impossible shots Alastair had taken. There was no ready explanation for his sudden fluidity of motion, but there was an explanation. There had to be. "I'm simplifying, of course. Tarot is a complex art, and if I'm being honest, it's not one of those things that's come naturally for me. Not like those shots I made, at any rate." Aldo. Aldo was responsible for this. Lightwards didn't know how, or why, or to what end, but this was Aldo's doing. An Epic was behind this, an Epic whose name was not Alastair. "Death, though—that's one of the more misunderstood cards in the deck. You draw it, you think oh, sparks, this means I'm going to die. But its meaning is more nuanced. Simply put, Death heralds change." Alastair caught Lightwards' gaze, and his smile widened. It wasn't a grin, nothing like that. But the pleasure, the anticipation behind it made Lightwards want to pull his pistol free and fire. The raptor lying dead on the forest floor kept him from that course. "Unfortunately," Alastair said, presenting a card with a small flourish, "in your case, the meaning of this card is literal." Lightwards looked at the card without seeing. He knew what it said; Alastair had told him as much. It took a moment for anger to melt through the lump of fear in his throat. "I'm the Master of Death," he snapped. "I can't be killed." "No," Alastair said. Lightwards knew what his motions signaled even before his pistol rested in his hand. "But you can die."
  46. 4 points
    Did not think of this. I update my rating. This power is worth at least a trillion points. No mortal should hold this ability.
  47. 4 points
    *gasp* Theory confirmed.
  48. 4 points
    LOTR is a different kind of setting with a different kind of magic.It wouldn't make sense for there to be a lot of magic using characters in that setting because that's not the kind of setting it is. In some settings magic is rare, in other settings its common.
  49. 4 points
    The Tranquiline Halls a religious belief only. We will never see an afterlife that is not Shadesmar. The Beyond is not ever going to be confirmed or denied. Brandon has plenty of moral ambiguity. Taravangian, if I'm correct, is going to be a hero figure despite himself. Malata shows that Radiants do not have to be heroes. The Skybreakers have changed sides. The Singers themselves are not evil. Hell, Shards themselves are not good or evil, even Ruin. Brandon writes the stories the way he does, and has said outright that the darker style of aSoIaF is something he isn't interested in doing.
  50. 3 points
    If you hate Moash with a burning Passion (meme'd) and want to hang out with others who do as well, message me and I'll hook you into the direct pipeline of the Anti-Moash Gang!
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