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  1. I don't know if we're allowed to reply to emails either, but it's awesome, thank you so much! :wub:

    1. Clarity-Art

      Clarity-Art

      Awwww, you're welcome, Ene! I'm so sorry that I didn't reply until now, I've been crazy busy since New Year's. 

    2. AonEne

      AonEne

      It's totally fine, 2021 has been as much of a ride as 2020 so far :P

  2. From the album The Stormlight Archive Fan Art

    A revised version of my previous Shallan portrait, which can be seen in this gallery.
  3. From the album The Stormlight Archive Fan Art

    A revised version of my previous Dalinar portrait, which can be seen in this gallery.
  4. When invading Urithiru through the tunnels below the tower, Raboniel refers to aluminum as "ralkalest" during a conversation with Venli. Ralkalest is a Selish term for aluminum, originating from the Rose Empire. It's mentioned in The Emperor's Soul. This is a really small detail, but given that it's incredibly dangerous to travel to Sel through the Cognitive Realm, I wonder how the term reached Raboniel. We know Hoid has visited Sel, that he spent some time in the Rose Empire, and that he's interacted with the Fused before. Could the term predate Sel and Roshar as we know them today? Is Hoid messing with us again? Am I spitballing like crazy?
  5. That was oversimplification in the moment. To be fair, since we know nothing else about her, the fact that she possessed a gemstone containing Ulim was suspicious. The fact that she gave the gemstone to Venli and heavily persuaded her to accept it also warrants some eye-narrowing. Could she have been using Feruchemy to influence Venli in that moment? And how on Roshar did she know how to appeal to Venli's desire of wanting to restore her mother's mind?
  6. Since Mistborn Era 2 takes place between the first half of Stormlight and the back half of Stormlight, I think that Axindweth's connections to Trell could go either way. The fact that Ulim was contained in a red gemstone seems to connect to the fact that red Investiture signifies corruption, and in Era 2, Harmony describes Trell's influence as a red mist surrounding Scandrial. Axindweth could be part of a precursor organization to the Set on Scandrial, or she could be something entirely different, as you stated. It would be interesting if she appears in Wax and Wayne 4 or future Mistborn works, since it seems likely she won’t be coming back to Roshar anytime soon.
  7. Because Axindweth occupied a position close to Gavilar, as shown in Venli and Eshonai's flashbacks, I believe she must've been part of the Sons of Honor. Even if she wasn't a part of the Sons of Honor, her interactions with Gavilar indicate a kind of familiarity that no average attendant could reach. She's most likely a Feruchemist, since her rings serve as metalminds, and she outright tells Venli she has a gift for learning and speaking langauges. Sounds a heck of a lot like Feruchemical abilities to me. The man who discovered her in the palace, the steward Gereh, is also Terris and a Feruchemist. I think he could easily be an agent of Harmony, or associated with an organization of the Terris that's dedicated to preserving secrets. My personal theory is that he's associated with the Worldbringers, who have ties to the Rosharan Worldsingers through Hoid. It would be plausible for individuals in both groups to be Cosmere aware, given that Hoid played a part along the way.
  8. I just finished Rhythm of War today, and let me tell you, Sanderson has done it again. I screamed, cried, laughed, and thrashed around like an eel. My reaction nonwithstanding, I wanted to ask if there would be a similar "update the Coppermind with RoW information" to the event that occurred with updating the Coppermind for Dawnshard. I've used Coppermind so much that I reckon I'd like to give back by updating the relevant pages.
  9. I've been paying close attention to Navani's POVs since the beginning of this book. After her amazing prologue, I was really invested in her storyline and what she had to say, so I've been carefully observing her notes on fabrials. Both her observations on the airship fabrials and the headers taken from her fabrial lecture mention metals. Throughout The Stormlight Archive, we hear that aluminum has weird properties on Roshar, which matches up with the fact that aluminum seems to meddle with all kinds of Investiture in the Cosmere. In Chapter 7, Navani says that the spren inside a fabrial gemstone interact differently with zinc and brass wires. Contact with zinc wires will make the spren manifest more strongly, while contact with brass wires will make the spren withdraw. These effects mimic the properties of their Allomantic counterparts: zinc Riots emotions, while brass Soothes emotions. I found it interesting that the metals' interactions with the spren parallels the Allomantic properties of the metals on Scandrial. While I'm convinced that Brandon is inserting these tidbits as a little reference for those of us who have read Mistborn, I have a strange feeling that something here is connected. Or Connected. I'm not sure. I could be reading too much into it, but then again, reading too much into things is how we have some cool theories on this site.
  10. I think it would be a neat subversion if Navani turns out to be a Truthwatcher! A lot of people theorize she'll end up bonding the Sibling and become the second Bondsmith, but for some reason, thinking about that possibility just didn't fit her character for me. She and Renarin both fit the description of the Truthwatchers really well. Even if she doesn't become a Radiant, having her serve as that nexus helps her bring unity and parallel Dalinar's actions on a smaller scale.
  11. After some deliberation, I've decided to move my RoW musings over from the main discussion index and isolate them here. I'm always late to the party because I don't live in the Eastern time zone, and I'm insanely intimidated by all the intellectual discussion happening. I'm just a tiny little Truthwatcher who wants to record her findings, that's all. Anyways, onto some takeaways that I got from Chapter 6! 1. I'm not surprised that Veil supported Adolin's decision to assassinate Sadeas, even though the other personalities don't agree. There's a poetic sense of justice in her decision to kill Ialai. She does have a point in noting that Dalinar and Jasnah need to focus on Alethkar, but does Veil have the authority to do that? 2. Leshwi, in a nutshell: Finally, a worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary! In all seriousness, though, her battle sequences with Kaladin have been the most gripping ones so far. 3. Getting a glimpse at Renarin's current situation and how his abilities differ from authentic Truthwatchers was intriguing. I'm a Truthwatcher, and I'd love to learn more about their order, their Ideals, and how their Surgebinding abilities manifest. 4. A lot of people have been discussing Navani's ability to hear a "tone" when Dalinar opens the perpendicularities. This chapter shows that it's not something isolated to her, but I still feel like it's a massive sign of foreshadowing for her character arc in this book. Along with her quest to understand the secrets of the tower, I'm more and more convinced of the theory that Navani might stumble upon the Sibling in her research. 5. Ew, Moash is here? I mean, it makes sense, considering he interacted with Leshwi in Oathbrniger, but why? Nothing good is going to happen as long as he's around. I've got a bad feeling about this. 6. I feel like Leshwi is fast becoming one of those character whom you don't like, but you admire them for their actions and discernment. Although she and Kaladin are on opposite sides of the battlefield, Brandon characterized them so well that you can clearly see how much they respect each other. This week's observations are a bit short because there was only one chapter. Since chapters seven and eight have been released to the public, I'll probably skip over those and write my observations on Chapter 9. Thanks for reading these ramblings, Radiants!
  12. Hello, Radiants! Week Two of the Writing Roshar prompts over on r/stormlightarchive has come and gone, so here's my second shot at the prompt. This one doesn't have any spoilers for The Stormlight Archive, so I'll be copy and pasting it down below. Again, it also requires some heavy editing, but at least I remembered to include the spren this time. Enjoy. Prompt: [No spoilers] As a woman with one dark and one light eye, you've always had an. . . interesting life. As you lay on your deathbed, you begin to reminisce about your life. I selected the no-spoilers prompt this time. Content warning for mentions of illness, blacking out, body horror due to spren, and verbal abuse. Benla had always thought she’d go to the Tranquiline Halls after a fight, but not like this. The blood sickness had weakened her body to the brink of death, so she spent most of her days in her bed, letting her servants take care of her townhouse during the day. Her fellow thieves hadn’t come to visit that day, but she didn’t mind. As the leader of the thieving crew, she was in charge of organizing their newest marks, not helping them run day-to-day operations. Even if she wanted to help them, she was far too frail these days to think about stealing, thievery, and an active life of crime. With a wince, Benla looked out the window, down at the cityscape below. Farcoast wasn’t an unpleasant town to die in, and besides, she’d spent her entire life in the Vamah princedom. She was born here and she could easily die here. As a halfeye—her left eye was light violet, her right eye was brown—she hadn’t expected to live this long, or even die from a pathetic sickness. Most halfeyes were murdered before they reached adulthood, beaten to death by someone in the streets or sent away to starve by their own families. And if it wasn’t her halfeyes, it would’ve been her dark skin that drew suspicion; her father was part Makabaki, and despite his sheltered position as a lighteyes, there would’ve been someone who judged her for it. But she’d done well for herself as the leader of the crew. After all, when she’d first joined up with a merry band of thieves, it’d been one of the few avenues open to someone of her status. She reminisced about when she first became a part of the crew. It was right after the assassination of King Gavilar. Her father had enlisted as a soldier in Highprince Vamah’s army. He’d argued with her mother about it for ages, and at the height of their bickering, Benla had slipped out of the house. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she’d run into a former schoolmate, a woman named Melyan. One conversation led to another, and Benla had told Melyan that she didn’t have many friends, much less anyone who was willing to employ her. So Melyan took her to a thieving den, where she introduced her to the crew. There was Sahi, a brunette from Jah Keved who worked as their resident intelligence gatherer. There was Kteth, a Thaylen trader with a sensitive heart but a knack for haggling. And then—most importantly—Natalah, a darkeyed Alethi lady from the second nahn. Back then, she’d simply been Natalah, or Nattie, or Nat, before earning the name of Natalah the Silent. Benla had never considered the life of a criminal before then. She was well aware that she occupied a precarious position in Alethi society: with a lighteyed father from the eighth dahn and a darkeyed mother from the third nahn, her opportunities in both echelons of society were limited. Her darkeyed and lighteyed relatives were wont to associate with her. People from all nahns and dahns balked at the idea of letting her work in polite society. It was no surprise that after Natalah welcomed her into the crew, she dove headfirst into thievery and never looked back. She coughed slightly. Her chest had begun to throb. The blood sickness, according to her physician, affected her circulatory and cardiac functions. Just last week, she’d had near-fatal heart spasms. If Sahi and Melyan hadn’t been at the townhouse, helping Benla count the loot from their latest theft, she would’ve died. All it would take was another spasm, and she’d be nothing more than food for a greatshell. Almighty, she wished that Natalah was still here. Nat had been the closest thing the crew had to a medic, and although she never finished her training to become a licensed apothecary, she knew plenty about anatomy, physiology, and medicine. She’d be able to help Benla with her blood sickness. But that was in the past, and she forced herself to keep reminiscing, to keep remembering, to keep recalling her history with the crew. For five years, they worked together, starting with small thefts and working their way up. She befriended everyone in the crew, but most of all, she sought to earn Natalah’s respect. Natalah was a darkeye of the second nahn, and in Alethi society, she had a higher position than Kteth, Sahi, and Melyan. Benla, who was of the ninth dahn, was the only one in the crew who outranked Natalah. They treated her as their leader for the longest time, until one day, Benla decided that things needed to change. Her father perished at war, cut down by Parshendi as he was trying to cross a bridge over a chasm. The soldiers under Highprince Vamah were unable to recover his body. While grieving, Benla’s mother eventually moved back home to Revolar, where she now lived with her sisters and brothers. She’d wanted Benla to make the move with her, but Benla had been so single-minded, so short-sighted back then. Her desire to make the lighteyes pay for his death drove her to seize control of the crew’s operations. Without consulting Natalah, she organized hits on countless lighteyed businesses, mercantiles, and estates, plundering their properties down to the last crem-covered brick. When Natalah’s back was turned, she took Kteth, or Sahi, or even Melyan with her, as an extra pair of eyes and hands to help her accomplish the thefts. It was a profitable project, yet not the most discerning one. The authorities in the Wistiow and Aladar princedoms caught wind of their trail, and when Natalah heard the news, she’d confronted Benla. Even as the pain in her chest grew and grew, Benla drifted into her hazy memories, thinking about their confrontation. They were back in their thieves’ den. Kteth was getting stagm from the market, but Melyan was there with Sahi, watching Benla take out her temper on Natalah. “You can’t do this anymore, Benla,” Natalah said. She adjusted her spectacles, which were beginning to slide down her nose. “I know you’re furious about what happened to your father, but he enlisted of his own free will. And the whole problem with Wistiow and Aladar—it’ll get us all in trouble. Do you want to languish in a prison for the rest of your life? Do you?” “You don’t understand, you storming crem-brain!” shouted Benla. Natalah flinched back, and Benla pressed her advantage, advancing on her like a whitespine stalking its prey. “All your life, you’ve never had trouble with the lighteyes! Perfect Vorin girl from her perfect storming darkeyed family! Perfect thief with her ability to flawlessly forge art and writing! Perfect, perfect, perfect. And you’re second nahn, for the Almighty’s sake. Second nahn!” “Parentage is irrelevant to this argument—” Natalah said, but Benla interrupted her with a slap across the face. Natalah stuck out her elbow to catch herself as she fell. Her spectacles clattered to the ground. One of the lenses shattered. “Get out,” said Benla. “You’re not in charge and you’ve never been willing to take charge. Decent thief, for sure, but a poor excuse of a person. Are you going to open your mouth and challenge me, or will you shut up and skulk away, Natalah the Silent? Like you always do, you quiet whore?” Natalah lay on the ground. Then she put her broken spectacles back on and stood up. With nothing but a single glance at Benla, Melyan, and Sahi, she left the den. She only carried the clothes on her back. Benla held her breath and counted to ten, and when Natalah didn’t come back, she breathed a deep sigh of contentment. “Back to work,” she said to Melyan. “When Kteth comes back, start preparing supper. For now, we need to organize another hit at Highlord Paladar’s summer home.” Melyan gazed numbly at Benla, but after a moment, she gulped and nodded. She darted over to the map of the Vamah princedom that Benla had pinned against the wall. They’d marked each and every one of their lighteyed targets with a dot of colored treb paste, with a circle drawn around the territory of Highlord Paladar. Sahi followed her over, deliberately avoiding Benla’s gaze. The aftermath was a blur, but Benla picked through the few moments she could remember. The frown at Melyan’s mouth when she was consulting the map, the hurt in Kteth’s eyes when she came home from the market to find Natalah missing, the blankness on Sahi’s face when she studied her records on Paladar—Benla could tell that something unspeakable had happened between them all. And she had been the one to cause the rift. As she emerged from the maze of memories inside her head, she gasped, with tears streaming from her eyes. A gigantic crop of angerspren, no doubt fueled by her feelings from that past confrontation, bubbled around her feet. They emerged from her blankets like a massive pool of blood. The sudden, sharp pain in her chest had now spread throughout her torso, stabbing at her insides like a thousand tiny Shardblades. A blood sickness spasm. She tried to sit up so she could see the angerspren better, but her body went stiff and she sprawled against her own pillows. That was when the painspren began to swarm her. Tiny orange hands swarmed her body, crawling up from her carpet or pushing through the pool of angerspren. Benla tried to scream, but the painspren kept coming, latching onto her body with their sinewy fingers. Darkness crept at the edges of her vision as she struggled to breathe. It was like a scene ripped straight from someone’s nightmares: dying slowly and painfully, all alone except for a bunch of irritating, storming spren. The door to her room banged open. Her stewards were standing in her room, accompanied by Sahi, Melyan, and Kteth. Benla knew nothing about how, why, when, and where they had arrived, but none of that mattered, now that she was on the threshold of death. Though her vision was fast deteriorating into a mass of shadowy blobs, she opened her mouth, doing her best to call for help. Faintly, she heard Melyan shouting at Kteth and Sahi, telling them to send the servants for a physician. It was the last thing Benla remembered before she blacked out.
  13. I was not aware of that. Thank you for bringing it to my attention! Nice to know GRRM doesn't have a complete monopoly on the phrase, ahaha.