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About Me

Hello! I am Matrim's Dice. Welcome to my About Me section! I like to think of it as one of the more complete ones on the Shard ;) 

I am a 15 year old who tries to write, largely without success. I am an ESFJ, Ravenclaw, and Windrunner/Edgedancer. I play piano, have been for over 8 years, and would consider myself pretty good. I run Cross Country and Track, and also do Javelin Throwing and High Jump (though I'm not great at either of those last ones...) I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and am proud to say it! On the forums, I greatly enjoy Sanderson Elimination, you should join! @forget me not is my sister.

Profile Photo: Nicroburst/Sparker Twinborn symbol made by me one day.

Cover Photo: Illuminator 'artwork' by me; Illuminator being the non-canon term for a Nicroburst/Sparker Twinborn. (See LG66 SE Stats)

Sanderson books I've read: ALL OF THEM unless you count his WoT ones, which I'll get to once I can force my way through books 10 and 11. And I think I haven't read a few of his short stories...


Sanderson Elimination Stats:


Total: 17   Village: 13   Eliminator: 3   Neutral: 1   GM: 1   Co-GM: 1   Won: 8 (5v/2e/1n)   Lost: 9 (8v/1e)   Survived: 4 (1v/2e/1n)

MR42: Matrim, Lord Winsting Innate, Elim NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: First game. Received unique role of Lord Winsting by RNG. Freaked out.

LG66: Lord Cauthon, Nicroburst/Sparker Twinborn, Village Coinshot NK'd, Won. (Village win) Notes: Scanned Ash as Kandra right as I got killed...

QF45: Rieldi, Vanilla Skaa, Elim NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Uhh... nothing here. Mandatory voting I guess?

LG67: Diraharid, Edgedancer/Progression Squire, Elim NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Was about to figure out elim team as I died. Sorry to Gears for my tunneling xD.

QF46: Dasehe, Vanilla Korathi, Exed, Won. (Korathi/Practitioner win) Notes: Favorite RP character. Fun game mechanics.

LG68: Farns, Tension-diseased Historian Incubator, Exed, Lost. (Village win) Notes: First elim game. Freaked out a lot... Broken distribution

MR44: Martim, Steel Ministry Thug, Elim NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Was gonna be co-GM but no one signed up, so...

LG69: Philico (AKA Phil), Loyal Campaign Staff, Elim NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Brought down half the elim team pre-death. Lost anyway.

QF47: Joshua, Matson defense, Eliminated by Gears, Lost. (@Vapor won) Notes: FFA game. Failed TEAM-G alliance. Wished I had taken Taylor and struck out alone...

LG70: Philico (AKA Phialico), Socialite Fjorden Sympathizer, Survived, Won. (Elim win) Notes: Much fun, had to attack Elk 3 times before we gave up and hammered... actually survived! 

MR45: Philico (AKA First of the Dawn), Vanilla Trapper, Elim NK’d, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Went sorta crazy, pulled it together. I almost found the elims after that :P.

LG71: Co-GM, Elim win

QF48: Daziron, Recommended Diagrammist, Survived, Won. (Elim win) Notes: Large team. We all survived. Game only lasted four cycles

MR46: GM, Elim win

LG72: Daziron (AKA Daziron-son-Odium), Battar, Left, Won. (Truthless/Battar/Elim win) Notes: Lied a lot. Had my own doc, maybe put that here.

MR47: Gerlik, Figment, Tensai Pilot NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Too many people listened to me :P Killed by village kill role.

AG7/AN9: Violet Axolotl, Sir Brockett, The Shard Ruin, Forger, Thug, and Elantrian with an Attractor, of the Children of Adonalsium, Survived, Won. (Village/Neutrals win) Notes: First AG and first Anon game! Had a good time guessing identities and writing.

QF50: Philico, Warder of the Rebel Aes Sedai, bonded to Archer, Elim NK’d, Won. (Village win) Notes: Decent reads this game. Breaker played very well as the final elim, taking it all the way down so only Gears survived.

LG73: Joshua, Rithmatist, Exed, Won. (Village win) Notes: Killed early (again) but the village did good non-meta/mechanical analysis.

MR48: Philico, Crewmember, Elim NK'd, Lost. (Elim win) Notes: Had decent reads, nailed Ash/Doctor immediately. Died again, village again...

LG74: Philico the 'Magician', ???, ???, ???. (??? win) Notes:

QF51: pikS, ???, ???, ???. (??? win) Notes:

Investiture Collection: Nicrosil Allomancy, Zinc Feruchemy, Edgedancer Squire, Ashyn Tension Disease Particles, Pewter Allomancy x2, Figment-ness, Warder bond, The Shard Ruin, Forgery, Elantrian/AonDor

Item Collection: Rithmatist chalk, Battar's Honorblade, Attractor


RP Characters:

Philicodraimon/Philico (Sanderson Elimination, FotT Side Tales):


Philicodraimon- Philico- is a Sleepless not from Roshar, but is quite possibly the most experienced one ever to live. When imitating the human form, he appears as an older man (mid fifties) with a small nose and more wrinkles than a man that looks 55 should have. He boasts silvery brown hair cut short on the top, but curls around his ears. He wears a navy blue coat most of the time, with dark green pants, and typically no shoes. Sometimes the coat is a cloak that he covers his face with. If he can cover his face, he will. He's about 5'6"- though of course can change this at will. He would be an Elsecaller, were he to be a Radiant.

Philico was born, or made, or however Sleepless' life begins, decently early, maybe second generation from their home planet. He quickly went the way of worldhopping, like some other Sleepless have, but did not go to Roshar and dislikes the others that did. He skips between worlds frequently, which is largely frowned upon by the swarms that know of him. Where he goes, trouble seems to follow- and whatever side he ends up on, he always gets out alive. 

I will RP as Philico in non-Roshar games. And tFotT Side Tales. And tFotT Seasonal.

Philico's travels:

  1. The Fellowship of the Thing- Side Tales (Era 2 Scadrial)   -   Chronologically 4th
  2. The Fellowship: Seasonal (Unknown)   -   Chronologically ?
  3. Thaylen Election (Roshar) 'Died'/Failed   -   Chronologically 3rd
  4. Arelon Market (Sel) ‘Survived’/Succeeded (Evil)   -   Chronologically 1st
  5. Trapper Gathering (First of the Sun) ‘Died’/Failed   -   Chronologically 5th
  6. War of the White Tower (WoT) 'Died'/Succeeded   -   Chronologically ?
  7. Airship Exploration of the Pantheon (First of the Sun) ‘Died’/Failed   -   Chronologically 6th
  8. Fallion's Tears (Era 1 Scadrial) ???/???   -   Chronologically 2nd

Daziron (Sanderson Elimination):


Daziron is a Fused, brought back to serve Odium to his best capabilities. And fulfilling his own interests by flying around with the Voidlight surge of Gravitation, wherever on Roshar that takes him. He's crafty and dangerous but can have a temper if the right buttons are pushed. Don't push those buttons.

I will RP as Daziron in Roshar games only, unless we get it confirmed Fused can travel off-world and still be reborn. If they can travel off-world at all.

Daziron's Missions:

  1. Ghostblood Initiation (Roshar) Survived/Succeeded (Evil)   -   Chronologically 1st
  2. Honorblade journey to Shinovar (Roshar) NotActuallyThere/Succeeded (Battar)   -   Chronologically 2nd

Maddy (Siren's Call):


Name: Maddy

Species: Human

Aspect: Creative energy (Sort of like Shallan's drawing, but... not.) Maddy visualizes/brainstorms ideas for something, and can use those to fuel her Aspect. She also can draw or paint and use that as an outlet. Her Veil is stronger than average, which makes up for her Aspect being less flexible.

Profession: Duster, specifically serving under Lord Douger's army.

Weapon: A two-foot-long blade of silvery steel, kept in a leather holster on her back

Side: The Right Side

Appearance: Maddy is 5'6", and is 17 years old. She has straight brown hair, and dark brown eyes. She wears little to no armor, but doesn't need to because she is skilled at maneuvering and is fairly athletic and agile. Most of the time she just wears a T-Shirt and sweatpants, and always has good shoes. Always.

Personality: Maddy has two sides- her creative side, where her Aspect comes from, and her fiery athletic side, which serves her in basic combat. She is surprisingly scientific for what people expect, but doesn't have a very good memory. The two sides aren't personas, just make up her personality in a way people don't expect because of the variety of it.

Traige (Let's go find a dragon):


Age: 17

Skills: Traige is an accomplished Mindward, at the level of Thoughtstealer (Taken from my own magic system). Traige can sense thoughts and read minds, force thoughts into the mind, and take and replace thoughts into the mind. His telekinesis powers can command around 12 objects of about 25 pounds each. Gravity applies based on objects lifted, meaning he can't earthbend/waterbend, as the individual water drops/dirt clods would classify as unique objects and fall to the the ground. Decent with a sword, but carries a less-obvious knife.

Physical Appearance: Sandy hair, in between long and short. Tan and tall. (Think Kenton :ph34r:)

Personality: Rough around the edges, but relatively calm. Has spontaneous bursts of emotion, most often anger and regret, sometimes one after another and related. Generally unemotional.
History: Traige's parents should still live, though he has no idea where they are. When he was 13 they both vanished in the middle of the night, leaving no tracks. Traige lied to the village he resided in for over a week, telling them that his parents both were sick and could have no visitors, and living alone, but eventually he was found out and driven out of the village. His neighbors believed he had done something because he had lied about their whereabouts. He has had a very difficult life on the streets since then, always dreaming of running back into his parents.

Craven (The Fellowship of the Thing):


Age: 8   Height: 4' 7"

Powers: None (yet- he may manifest some later)

Personality: Craven is very quiet, but comfortable around friends. He can be pretty brilliant if he puts his mind to it, but his brain hasn't yet developed fully as he still is a child. Craven is prone to sudden fits of emotion, usually immense sadness. In extreme situations, he can put his life on the line in an attempt to prove his name wrong- a name of a word that means cowardly, a name that he hates. Craven is anything but easygoing, but again, he's not even had a decade to live.

Backstory: He doesn't know. Craven was too young to remember what happened in his past, but he is half convinced he doesn't have parents at all. His fits of emotion are related to his history but he doesn't know why.

Snowy (Kippies and Dragons):


Species: Kippy

Description: More puppy than kitten, slightly. He looks kind of like a cross between a gray tabby cat and an Alaskan husky.

Personality: Snowy is... silly, meaning he loves to have fun but also doesn't always notice things. He is super energetic and just wants a dragon to bond. And food, and friends, and fun. He says "HI!!!" to all reading this.

Brelgurr (The Iconar Roleplay): [Inactive]


Location: Icona (The Iconar RP)

Height: 3'7". He's a dwarf. Lay off.

Magic: Illusory. Brelgurr is proficient with the Touch form, and beginning to master Sound. (Also apparently like metal a lot and can tell the differences between stuff like that)

Personality: Brelgurr can definitely take a joke or insult, and (to a certain extent) believes everyone else should be able to as well. This leads to him coming off as rude to those who don't know him, but he doesn't do it on purpose. Not the least touchy about his height. Don't even try to provoke him with that. Fairly independent, and believes that he's much better off alone than with someone who only sort of knows what they're doing, or even with someone who does.

Appearance: Thick black hair that hangs behind his ears, coming halfway down his neck. Brelgurr has a lumberjack-style beard that bushes about two inches below his chin. He wears coveralls most of the time, and rarely shoes. His face is squarish, and his nose has been broken once before and is a bit crooked. Has a lazy eye (it will go crossed if he isn't focusing). His left ear is pierced with a small iron hook. He is very strong for his size, and perhaps even among other dwarves.

Phillip Waibly (Mishmash Inn): [Inactive]


A sub-par adventurer, taller than average, and certified neat freak. Worked at the Mishmash Inn as a Deskboi at the Nerd Game Store, But jumped out a window and now is planning on venturing into the cosmere without knowing it. He just followed the signs with an S and an E on them :P. Or he didn't, cause other characters.


Shardbuddies: @Channelknight Fadran, @DramaQueen, @Condensation, @Hentient@Vapor, @EmiTheNinja@Mist, @revelryintheart, @Scarletfox@Shard of Thought, @AonDii, @Spock@Ghanderflaffle, @theTruthshaper@Truthless of Shinovar, @Tesh@A Windrunner, @FriarFritz@Danex, @Rosharan A.C.@Spren of Kindness, @Chasmgoat@Knight of Iron, @forget me not! Yay!

Shardfriends (AKA the unofficial Shardbuddies)(If you are on this list, ask to be on the other one): @rosin_the_beau, @AonEne, @Darkfinder, @SE people, @Cloud (hehe)

My Writings:

Sir Brockett's fate, featured in the AG7 Aftermath Writeup, and later in the thread:


On a cold, dark, stormy planet, Sir Brockett closed his eyes.

He sat criss-crossed on a plateau, listening to the rain. It came down in a torrent, the wind whirling boulders past. Finally, it had come. Rockbuds and Chasmfiends alike retreated from the storm, but it didn’t bother him. He was no ordinary man.

Not anymore.

When the Shard of Ruin had blossomed into Brockett a few short days, or weeks, or years ago, it had been a shock. Niru’s death was expected, but one cannot simply prepare oneself for such the experience Ascension is. Over the years he had accumulated quite the Investiture collection- but he was a fool if he had thought it was a fraction of what a piece of Adonalsium would feel like. It had threatened to both break and restore his aged frame at the same time.

Of all the Shards, Ruin was perhaps the most unchained. Odium itself was a particular crafty sort of evil, while Ruin was seen as nothing more than a force. Brockett was guilty of such a thought himself, though it was clear now that it was so much more. With it, Brockett felt whole. He felt Connected to the universe, fully inhabiting the realms and knowing, given time, he could destroy them all. It was a unique burden to bear.

Even now, in his meditation, Brockett seeped into Roshar- in all the realms- preparing himself for a final, unspeakable, glorious, worldbreaking act. If all went well the long-fought war against Odium would be won. And the planet of Roshar and all of the variety of life it held would be destroyed.

Such were the consequences of war.

Such was his task.

Such was his conscience the one to be stained.

Nearby, a stone larger than the shell of a chull cracked into the ground, sending tremors through the rock and drawing Brockett back into the Physical. The Stormfather was angry today. 

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ? 

The rumbled voice came as a surprise, and Brockett was startled further out of his thoughts. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been, but he wasn’t yet accustomed to all of the complications of Shardhood. 

“Stormfather.” He said aloud. “I wasn’t aware you could listen in.”

Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴍᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ sʜɪᴇʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ.

To this, Brockett reluctantly admitted the Stormfather’s correctness. He sympathized with anyone who would ever have to take upon such power in a situation as dire as his. He had not had time to meticulously pick through his newly energized spiritweb to find every change to it. “I regret Roshar has to end like this, but it is for the good of the cosmere.”

Tʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇᴀsʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏʙʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

Brockett tightened his lips. “You will be destroyed?”

Yᴇs. I ᴀᴍ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Rᴏsʜᴀʀ ᴀs ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ᴀs Rᴜɪɴ ɪs ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ, ʙʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ.

“Unfortunate. I do not wish this fate upon you.”

Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ɪᴛ.

“I cannot fail in my duty to the cosmere. To Tenth, and the others.”

Brockett felt a deep rumble in his soul. I ʜᴏᴘᴇ I ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙᴜᴛ I ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛғᴜʟ. Tʜᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ɪs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟs ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴ.

Brockett squeezed his eyes, forcing them to stay closed. He hadn’t expected that out of the Stormfather. “It is my dearest wish you find peace there. Or wherever you go.”

The reply was slow to come. Iᴛ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. Bᴜᴛ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.

An instant later, Brockett felt the presence of the Stormfather leave. He hadn’t even realized it was there to begin with. The weight of the moment was more forceful than anything he had experienced.

Of course, that only could mean it was time.

Brockett reached down through the Spiritual realm, grasping the cords that bound Roshar to everything around it. He Invested in the planet, fully giving himself up to the power that lay within him. Roshar’s Connection to the cosmere began to crack, fracturing like the thin sheet of ice over a lake would if it was stepped on too hard. 

It had begun.

Time was suspended. It already was, for a Shard, but Brockett knew that this was not a mere property of post-ascension. Seconds took days to tick by, raindrops hanging suspended in the air.

After a moment that lasted a year, reality shifted backwards, rewinding in an instant. The rain fell up. The wind blew East. Brockett’s eyes were whipped open, and consciousness changed.

He was floating in the air. Empty space, a blackness, encompassed him. He felt nothing, yet everything. Saw nothing, yet everything. His eyes shone with a light blocking out all but it. In the Nothing he hung, feeling the power of Ruin seething within. And then, he wasn’t. 

Brockett’s head was lashed back, momentarily stunning him. Roshar resumed around him, time in its proper form, the rain still falling. It was slower, though. Like the Weeping, but at the wrong time. A true weeping. The Stormfather’s last.

“I’m sorry.”

The power of destruction burst forth, a black animal of smoke surging from Brockett’s form and sinking into the ground. Dust flew up, blocking out the sun. A raging storm, not of water, but of earth, blew through existence. Brockett screamed, realizing that This Was What He Had To Do. What He Had Always Been Fated To Do.

It seemed to last forever, the moment of complete and total destruction. It really took a fraction of a second, but in that segment of time Brockett hurt. His mind was opened and it was breaking everything around it. His life, his Forgery, his Pewter, his connection to the Dor- it all was meaningless in the moment of collapse.

The rushing sound of it all was too much. So loud.

Brockett screamed.

The dust cleared. 

All was silent.

He dared not open his eyes. But he had to.

Brockett hung in the Spiritual, drifting in the empty space Roshar used to inhabit. 

It was complete. Brockett felt exhausted, something a Shard never should.


Silence was the only reply.

Brockett curled up into a ball and cried.

It was finished,

And it had only cost everything.

*   *   *

I ʜᴏᴘᴇ I ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ...


He was floating in the air. Empty space, a blackness, encompassed him.


“You will be destroyed?”






He curled up into a ball and cried...

A Few Moments Later 

Brockett didn't know how long he stayed there. Time was meaningless for him, but that didn't mean it wasn't there.

Roshar was gone.

The Stormfather... was gone.

"Honor is dead." he whispered. "The last fragment of Honor, gone."

"And I killed him."

He shivered. Flashes of the moment of collapse flew through his mind, an unstoppable reply of that horrible, beautiful moment. He had truly been Ruin, then. Now, in the after, he was Brockett. Just Brockett. He had felt the Shard truly merge with his soul, them becoming one. That terrified him. So Brockett forced Ruin's power into a corner. Wound it up in his spiritweb, locked it with a Cognitive key, and dissolved it into nothing. Never again would he touch the power. Not fully. He would always be a Shard, but he couldn't be Ruin.

Eventually he stood. But... stood where?

The Spiritual Realm was strange, he discovered. 

Brockett floated, a piece of Adonalsium numbed completely. He turned off all feeling of anything, running away from that doomed planetary remains. He floated for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries- until he was as far off into the Nothing as a being could get.

It then happened almost sneakily. Brockett felt something inside him, and after having hidden away all feeling he nearly didn't recognise the sensation. A warmth. It felt good, reminding Brockett of better days. He nearly smiled.

Light grew from... somewhere. Whether it was from him or from something else, he didn't know, but the Spiritual Realm was strange. And then... a voice.

Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ, Aᴀʀᴇɴ.

Arren. Brockett hadn't heard that in a very, very long time. His first name. He hated it, but from this voice it was somehow alright.

"Stormfather?" Brockett asked. But as soon as he spoke it, he knew the answer. This voice was far greater than the Stormfather's was.

Nᴏ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇᴍɴɪɴɢ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ.

"Did I?" Brockett asked. "The Stormfather is dead. Honor is dead."

Hᴏɴᴏʀ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴍᴇɴ. A sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ.

Brockett blinked. "Say that again." He whispered.

Hᴏɴᴏʀ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴍᴇɴ. Aɴ ʏᴏᴜ, Aʀʀᴇɴ, ʜᴏʟᴅ Hᴏɴᴏʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

"I hold Ruin in my heart." Brockett said. "But I locked it away. To not break anything else."

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇɴʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ. Hɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Sʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, Aʀʀᴇɴ. Iᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ.

Arren found himself nodding. He let Ruin emerge, reluctantly allowing the power to reconnect with him. "Thank you."

Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ.

But Arren had one more question. "If I may ask... who are you?"

If the light could smile, Arren felt it do so. Is ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ?

The light grew, and Arren found that he could not see. His mind went blank, but he felt peace.

Iᴛ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. Bᴜᴛ sᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.


The power of destruction burst forth, a black animal of smoke surging from his form and sinking into the ground.



Arren opened his eyes. He was back where it started. Roshar. Or, rather, the space Roshar once had inhabited. But he had just drifted for what had felt like, been like, an eternity. That he knew. The voice returned to him. Had it all... not occured? Had it been a fragment of his mind?

Or had the piece of Adonalsium inside of him... Connected with Arren in a way that lacked reason even to divinity?

Whatever the case was, Arren felt better. Honor is not dead, he thought.

The Father is Merciful. Arren turned his eyes and mind and soul inward, to Ado's fragment. He looked out into the cosmere, knowing that the rest of his existence would be unlike what he could ever dream. He knew that while painful, destroying Roshar had brought peace to Autonomy and likely everything that had ever inhabited the universe. He knew the Stormfather would affirm his choice. He knew Honor was alive, he knew the Stormfather was happy.

"The Father is Merciful."

Sir Arren Brockett launched himself into the cosmere with Ruin's power, content with what had happened. And for the first time in as long as he could ever remember, happy.


Obligations: A Stormlight Archive FanFiction: A story set in Bavland, with original characters and is unrelated to the plot of the main series. Uncompleted.