Tacitus

Wish did not see reality as reality. Rather, each moment of time, each precious state and arrangement of the universe was a work of art, a story. He was familiar with stories, and familiar with life. He closed the thick, leather bound volume he held with a careful, almost reverent motion, and placed it back upon its shelf, with the countless other tomes that told one grand, immense story. He called them his Memoriam. A vast collection of books containing the intricate story that had been his life. It was a helpful thing to have, a strength to rely upon when he could not recall why he fought against the constantly beating current that was senescence. A blank volume lay closed on his desk. That, he hoped, would become a work of equal, even greater magnitude to his grand collection. This place that defied reason, expectation, even natural law. Yes, this was a place that could harbor such a powerful story. The real trick, Wish had learned over his many years of life, was getting the story, containing it between thin paper and binding it, in its fullness, with the ink of writing. Luckily, Wish had some time to spare.

Cool, cool. The whole 'shard of circus' thing was really just a hyperbole I used to express the pure skill, but yeah, I know what you're saying. And with the whacky antics thing as well, that could turn south for sure, although I wasn't really considering that sort of personality for a character. All in all, that's very helpful in my ongoing quest to understand this thing that is the Alleyverse, thanks.

So I recently heard a rather interesting term, which was 'Divine Investiture of Authority'. What that term means is basically exactly what it says. A god or deity, summat, putting the authority to act in their name, into someone else. Sounds a lot like cosmere Investiture actually. Investiture could just be a physical representation of Adonalsium's authority over the universe (Or whatever it is exactly Adonalsium had power over), being put into other beings. 'Investiture' isn't exactly a common word. Especially considering it has been said that Adonalsium is the source of all investiture in the Cosmere, this could make sense as to why that's the word Brandon chose for his magic energy stuff. (There might be an actual WoB or something on why the word 'investiture'. I don't know, but I just typed this out so too late for extra research now.)

So. I've looked in the Index, and there is no section in skills that defines clownishness (who'da guessed). Like, circus skills. My best guess would be somewhere in between 'intelligence' and 'handiwork'. So what I'm saying is, in theory, how close to ascending to the shard of Circus could one get, assuming one puts every single point into said clownosity, becoming as good as possible at as many things as possible? You know, just in theory. I'm honestly curious.

Including but not limited to: Unintentional one-armedness

Unless of course one wishes to learn one-armed juggling, of course. In which case that would be suitable.

YESSSS!!!

So, soulstone. A softish rock the hardens when put in flame and has blood-looking inclusions. Name originates from rocks that fell from the sky and were called 'the souls of broken gods'. Now that's quite clearly referencing Aona/Skai. But it's very curious to me that it would have red bits in it. Now I'm almost certainly drawing some lines that aren't there. However. Trellium am I right? That is a silvery metal with dark red, almost rustish bits in it. What's the connection there? The color red is a big part of this invasive thing around Scadrial. Further note: Emperor's soul went out 2013. Alloy of law 2012. So the timing works out for sure. I sure don't know. More likely than not they're unrelated, it's an interesting connection though. Good thing Lost Metal's coming somewhat soon.

The title says it all. Most of it anyway. I've got this big thing I'm working on writing but I've got some work to do on it. So I got some motivation by writing a little short story (real short) in the same universe. That's right here The Element Most Essential (Random note at the bottom, the shard can do weird stuff to formatting. It's fine though) More writing. Needs a name but I don't have one. Too bad. First two chapter bits So when I do figure out some important stuff and write it, here's where it'll be, if ya care to have some random stuff to read.

I come from the lands of grey silence to seek out those disciples of the glorious juggling art. Together we shall forge a beautiful Order. To further and enhance our juggling capability. Venite, joculatorem

Aight, I'm in.

"I'm... Norman. Yes. Norman," Gnorman said. "What's yours?" It felt wrong to say his name without the silent 'G'.

"I've heard this place referenced as 'the town where nothing happens'. Where the town is... That's a good question," Said Gnorman. For some reason or another, the location of this town was very difficult to pinpoint. Before the Gnomon spike, the federation hadn't even realized it existed. "Honestly, I haven't been here for long myself."

Gnorman turned, and saw the newcomer. With a last glance at his Gnomometer, he greeted... Him? Her? Gender was difficult. It was far better for all members of a species to be genetically altered clones of the original. Much simpler. "Nishde! I... mean... How do you do!" Gnorman mentally scolded himself. He'd have to be far more careful about speaking Gnomish.

"I suppose so. It's really somewhat ironic, considering their disposition, isn't it?"

Gnorman Gneablies walked into the town where nothing happened. Well, he thought, obviously not nothing. His Gnomometer readings were off the charts, and the International Gnome Federation For All Things Pertaining To Gnomoid Beings. He would have to find the source of all these Gnomons. Gnomons, of course, were a sort of particle that all gnomes can sense, and which the IGFFATPTGB was in charge of monitoring throughout the world. As Gnorman walked, he used some of the Gnomons that were so abundant here to conjure up a new outfit. Brown overalls, and a dirty blue shirt, along with a hat he had seen referred to as 'cowboy'. He did not, of course, know how in the world cows and boys had crossbred, but the hat customary to their culture was quite nice.

Tangent stood, leaning on the walls of the small room the Set had provided for planning. He was the first to arrive, so he merely stood. and hurt. He could hear, distantly, a sort of rhythm. The rhythms of pain. They pulsed from his spikes, of which he had three, each granting a power. The first, the abilities of a leecher. The second, a nicroburst. And his third, giving him allomantic bendalloy. Among average men, he was far superior. Among the agents of the set, he was the average one. Tangent stood.

Well, I hate to start a revolution, but... Klier thought as he exited the building. Well, okay, that's a lie.

*Tongue clicks*. Anything is possible if you believe! (This has been inspiration with Omi

I suppose we know one more thing not to put in the perfect RP, then.

So this is exactly what it sounds like. Ideally, we will be able to logically decide, based on various factors, how to create a perfect RP. First, factors that determine a RP's success: Chronological length (How long it lives), Thread length (how long the thread gets [excluding any specifically meant to just be long]), and overall enjoyment of the RP. Factors I can think of that would affect a RP's success: Idea origination (Someone else's, or original) How and how well the idea was 'pitched' Control (basically Dm'd-/-Free action) Number of RP'ers What we'll do is suggest more factors that would affect an RP's success in the thread, and then, the long grind, assessing, if not every, many RP's, judging their success, and using that to see what causes a RP to be successful. Then, we test the theory and try to create the perfect RP.

WoT:

Here's the shade, @Honorless: Here it is, @The Unknown Order: (I don't know what it is about your requests, but they always seem to turn out funnier than others.)