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  1. So, I had an interesting question, and I wanted to see what people's answers would be. Is there such a thing as good and evil. And, if there is, why? And, if there isn't, why do we get so mad at people doing certain things, and so happy when they do other things?
  2. Domand had not come to the Shattered Plains, for once, to stop chaos, but to begin it. It would please neither his inferiors nor himself—which was, of course, why he had to do it. The ASWA was highly selective with its field agents, in the general case, but to the bewilderment of all, an exception had been made for him. An untried initiate, sent to the Shattered Plains to preserve order in a situation which hung on a knife’s edge? Who could count on such a one to uphold the integrity of this crucial mission, in the most probable vortex for a Shardic conflict since the...unfortunate… levelling of Scadrial? Nobody in the Council of Seven expected him to succeed. Darrel’s wisdom had been called into question, and only his invocation of the sole privilege to send out field agents except by unanimous consent of the Council had stifled the staunch opposition of Lerdal and Radler. Funny, how the vote had failed by one member. It always did, when matters were important. Dominion purred, pleased with Darrel’s expansion of authority, but Domand quickly shoved the Shard down and away from his mind. It was a tool. He could not afford to be borne away by the Intent, especially with so much work left to do. The Council was subdued; that was the important part. With Domand safely on Roshar, the real work could now begin. Beginning to count to ten already in his head, he moved through the still night air, weaving towards the bunk of Highprince Sebarial. Shrouded in darkness as he was, he would be hard to spot, and those who saw him should take little notice anyway—it was part of the magic of the cloak, but also partly human nature. Who cares about a nighttime wanderer, when you yourself were one if you were out to notice him? Rounding the last corner and finding himself immersed in pitch blackness, Domand summoned his Shardblade, weaving it experimentally through the air in front of Sebarial’s bunk. It would take all his willpower to take this next step. He hated being obtrusive, hated overt violence, yet certainly did not hate Sebarial. He lifted the Blade, arm trembling slightly as the point was raised, quivering, into the air. God Beyond save us, he thought. And then plunged the Shard through the stone wall. Kay watched with narrowed eyes as a man shrouded in darkness walked past her hiding spot, looking both determined and rushed. A poor combination, that. At least, for whoever the Almighty willed that the man should meet. She chided herself inwardly for attempting to reason out the result of the man’s visit. Nothing is knowable apart from the Almighty and his Heralds, she thought, reciting the first article of the faith of the Devotary she had always been a part of. It was her job to carry out the will of the Almighty and his Heralds—which, incidentally, involved a removal of the king (at this time; who knows what the Almighty may require of you tomorrow?). His embrace of practices such as a hierarchy based on eye colour and the maintenance of ardents who invented Callings and Glories at random had destroyed the kingdom and brought the Almighty’s disapproval. Worse, he sought no guidance from the Almighty or from the Heralds in this troubled time, but rather forged ahead as if not to bother with such “myths.” They would see how mythical they were, if the Almighty did not continually will that their existence be maintained. Heretics these days weren’t just outside the devotaries. Except when they were, like that detestable woman Jasnah Kholin... Her thoughts abruptly snapped back to the walking man, who she had lost track of. Moash would be disappointed in her; how was she supposed to discover who shadowy visitors to highprinces were if she could not even keep track of them for three feet? Kay could not let herself be seen, however, so she crouched further down behind a crem-coated boulder, peering intently at the wall behind which the man had vanished. And screamed as a thin line of light appeared in it, and a hole gradually widened. Sebarial was under attack. And the man she had seen wrapped in shadow was none other than a Shardbearer. Highprince Sebarial, It is with exceeding joy that I write to you, knowing that the dastardly attempt against your life last night was a failure, and that you are in good health, if somewhat shaken (like us all). I do not know who the Shardbearer was or why they had occasion to attack you, but it should rightfully make us all fear for our safety. I understand your concerns that the assassin could have killed you but chose not to, but such conversations are not for the public ear. We will have speech together at the next banquet regarding this. Until then, I will instruct my Cobalt Guard to double their watch against any hint of an attempt against any life in these warcamps. With your aid and vigilance, I am confident we can crush this threat beneath our heels. Elhokar, King of Alethkar My apologies for a shortened writeup; I will hopefully get the chance to fix that tomorrow. Regardless, welcome to LG61: A Radiant Light! The rules are in this doc, and are nicely formatted. If you want immediate formatting-free access, use the spoiler below: Yeah, it’s a lot. I suggest you read over it a few times before the game starts, and send me rule clarifications before the game starts in earnest. Please? It makes me a happier GM. Signups will last a week, and will close Saturday 2 November at 9:00 PM EDT (-5:00 UTC), unless an extension is required. Please sign up if you are able, as the game will be much more fun with a lot of people, as I can do cooler things with item and role distribution. Also, the way the faction system works means that you’re almost guaranteed to be in a doc, and with a team who will help you understand the rules and collaborate with you on them, which always makes SE more fun. (And will probably alleviate some of the stress from looking at that giant ruleset. ) My wonderful co-GMs are @Devotary of Spontaneity and @Snipexe. Don’t be surprised to see them in your PMs, in thread issuing clarifications, etc. And be sure to upvote them both for agreeing to work with me on such a crazy game. Player List: Rule Clarifications and Modifications: Quicklinks:
  3. Night was a torment unto itself. The dreams, the dream, had begun to dominate Rowley’s waking hours as well as his sleeping ones. He’d begun to dread sleeping, staying awake long into the night. So when someone pounded at the door, he was already awake to answer. When he opened it he was greeted with the sight of one of the Fort Folk, her face dark and frantic. “There’s been another of them, the killings.” “Who? Where?” “I, I don’t know his name, but down by the library.” Rowley shoved past the women, hurrying down the stairs, onto the dark streets of Innsmouth. The quicker he got there, the less the scene would be disturbed. He was so close to translating the text of the ritual. Just a few fragments more and he would have it. But he could not run. Around him shades lingered, drifting in the air. Even as passed them, he flinched, his dreams coming back to him. As he neared the oaken library, surprisingly large for a fort the size of Innsmouth, he could see the cluster of torches held by those surrounding the body. He passed over a large circle of silver dust, some parts already blackened by shades, and pushed through the people. Another circle of silver dust surrounded a figure on the ground, and the bloody scrawl surrounding him. He crouched down, carefully memorizing the shapes. As he did so, he looked into the eyes of the victim, into the wound on the forehead that the source of the blood. Eyes, staring glassily forward, blinked. His arms suddenly jerked into motion and from his fingers slipped a scrap of black cloth. Rowley picked it up off of the ground and then turned to the person next to him. “He’s alive!” Rowley yelled. The man as if in response to his yell let out a scream. And it was echoed far in the distance. Araris Valerian was attacked but survived! Fifth Scholar has gone insane! Rule Clarification/Changes Due to a mistake, the wording of Whisper to the Wind is being changed. See below: Send an anonymous PM during the Day Turn to one player, to be sent at the end of that turn. Player List This turn will end on Sunday, October 6 at 12 p.m. PST
  4. So I have been thinking a lot about how the surgebinders destroyed their previous planet . And the overall fear that they will do the same to Roshar. The only character we have seen who has been surgebinding for years is Szeth. Other than him we have shallan we have shallan who has forgotten much of what she has done . And perhaps some unnamed Skybreakers who we have no POV to judge from. But Szeth is clearly insane . What if it’s not him being abused as a truth less that drove him to insanity ? But his prolonged use of surgebinding that drove Szeth to insanity ? Thoughts ?
  5. I've amassed a fairly large collection of mostly useless trivia over the years, something I'm sure many Sharders have in common, I'm also a pretty big fan of shows like QI which actively attempt to correct popular but incorrect trivia (Several of which I'd have fallen prey to) so I thought I'd share my useless knowledge and corrections with others and perhaps pick up some new pieces of useless facts along the way. So, did you know that the shortest war on record was held between England and Zanzibar in 1896? Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes. Contrary to popular belief a ducks quack does echo. Kangaroo does not mean 'I don't know' in Australian Aboriginal. There are several hundred aboriginal languages and many had different names for kangaroos, potentially leading to some confusion on the issue. Brandon Sanderson is actually a mythical superbeing with writting speeds mere mortal authors can only dream of. The electric chair was invented by a dentist. (I may have exaggerated somewhat on one of these claims) Nevertheless share your own factoids, trivia and assorted random knowledge that we might all waste time learning things that will never really matter that much.