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Dustbringer - A short Stormlight fanfic

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Hi all! I'm back at it again with a stormlight fanfic.

This one isn't depressing, I promise! It's an idea I've had in my head for a while and really wanted to get down. 

Spoiler warning: This fic spoils some elements of Rhythm of War. It doesn't actually spoil Rhythm of War but it uses information we learn in RoW in it. 

Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

 

Dustbringer

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    “Andraya, you’re needed,” the cloaked figure said from the tunnel entrance.

    Andraya closed her eyes, a spike of annoyance rising in her chest at the interruption. She took a deep breath in and settled it. She rose, placing her most recent project on the workbench and putting her tools in the front pocket of her apron. She took her apron off and hung it on a peg. 

    As she did, she touched the vein of ruby that ran across the walls and roof of her workshop. It glowed with a deep and consistent red, casting Andraya and the room in a bloody light. The ruby felt warm, comforting.

    Andraya had a few options when it came to lighting. A large circle of diamond in the roof provided a white light for reading, and there was a swirl of emerald in one corner. She liked to leave that on when she wasn’t home as houseplants seemed to like it. 

    But when she was working, Andraya liked the red. It was very consistent for her, Ember said. 

    “Sten, could you watch the shop? I’m stepping out for a few days,” Andraya called. Her squire peeked in from behind the curtain that separated the front of the shop from the back. 

    “Sure, Anne,” Sten said, his voice quick and clipped, like he was always in a rush to end a conversation. “You sure you won’t need any help?”

    “Not this time, Sten,” Andraya replied. “I want you to finish this work order for me without any Surges. I feel you’re becoming too reliant on them.” 

    The teen had shown incredible promise since Andraya had taken him in. He’d  somehow ended up homeless in Urithiru with no parents to be found. No orphanage wanted him due to the fights he got in, he’d said. That kind of thing just shouldn’t happen in the Tower, Andraya thought. So she’d taken him in and given him an outlet for his passions. He’d started breathing in Stormlight before his first growth spurt.

    The boy sighed, “Yes, Anne, I’ll make sure it’s done before you get back.” He disappeared, the curtain falling back into place.

    “Thank you, Sten,” Andraya called. She walked over to the entrance where the cloaked figure waited. It was on the opposite end of the workshop to where the front of the shop was, usually hidden as just a section of unused wall. Andraya’s visitor had opened the door from inside the tunnel it hid. A discreet way for her to come and go without raising too many questions. That was how she preferred it. It was how a lot of her Order preferred it. People didn’t like knowing that they lived next door to a Dustbringer.

    The figure handed Andraya a large cloak similar to their own. She took it and threw it over herself, covering her dark shirt and flared trousers. Her blonde hair was already tied up as she had been working, so she flipped the hood up over her head. The rim came to a rest just before her eyes.

    “Hold on a moment,” Andraya said, as the figure turned to leave. She stepped over to the spiral emerald in the corner and stroked a finger across it, willing it to brighten. As she did, she tapped a finger onto the lit ruby and dimmed it. She looked over to her potted vinebud and pointed a single finger at it. She expected the plant's vines to be out when she returned and it knew it.

    “Okay,” she said to the figure, “let’s go.”


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    Andraya and her visitor walked in silence after leaving her workshop. The hidden door had silently closed behind them with a touch of the activation gem recessed into the wall.

    Ember manifested nearby, his flaming presence appearing like a molten crack that ran along the wall of the tunnel. As he traveled beside her, the crack stayed about two feet long, its leading edge splitting the rock before him and the trailing edge closing behind as if he’d never been there.

    “It’s Elibra,” Ember said, speaking voicelessly into her mind. As a Radiant of the fourth Oath, Andraya could communicate silently Ember.

    “That explains the brevity,” Andraya said, “I much prefer Dansek or Trelleb.”

    “As do I, Anne. Simmer is such a bore compared to Flare and Pyre. If he was anymore doused, he’d be a riverspren.” Andraya smiled at that and looked at the other Dustbringer. Their Order expressed self control in a variety of ways. Some, like Andraya, found outlets for their... intense emotions, whilst others, like Elibra, meditated on them instead. 

    “So what’s the mission, Elibra?” Andraya said, her tone chipper in an attempt to try and start the conversation off on a high note.

    “Thunderclast spotted in the Purelake,” Elibra grunted. Silence followed. 

    Thunderclast. Andraya almost stopped walking. The word brought such an intense burst of fear and anger, she had to fight to not swear aloud. 

    Thunderclast. Andraya took a breath and composed her thoughts. One of the enemy's most powerful weapons. In certain situations, they could be devastating to armies and cities. She’d seen good men and women, including Radiants, smashed by the creatures. If they were commissioning a Dustbringer to deal with one, it meant this one had been harassing them for a while. Most combat orientated orders didn’t have an issue taking them down, but it took time. Dustbringers could banish one in moments. Sometimes just the presence of one of their Order was enough to scare off the spren.

    Andraya fought the rising emotion in her throat. The thoughts also led her to the memories of her previous squire, Malan. He had been killed by a Thunderclast years prior. Her fingers went cold and she began clenching and unclenching them out of habit. She closed her eyes for a pair of breaths. Sten was safe at home. It wouldn’t happen again. She banished her fear but kept the anger. She’d need that for the fight.

    “Anything else I need to know? Who’s deployed there now? Am I gating in or being flown?”

    Elibra made a noise halfway between a sigh and a grunt. “Flown. Windrunners will take you. They’re waiting for you at the Sanctuary, ask them,” the man said.

    Better than nothing, Andraya thought. The Sanctuary was the Dustbringers headquarters, a nexus of tunnels hidden within a circle of chambers. With Dustbringers being distrusted by the public, they needed a place they could congregate without others seeing them come and go. It was staffed at all times by the most senior members of their Order, Elibra, Dansek, and Trelleb, along with any squires the three had at the moment. They were in charge of dispatching the Dustbringers when they were requested to battlefronts and warzones. 

    The tunnels within Urithiru allowed them to operate incognito. No one saw them entering or exiting the Sanctuary, except hooded or encased in Plate. Ready for war.

    They continued on silently, climbing and descending stairs seemingly at random. Andraya thought about drawing in a bit of Stormlight to help with the walk, but decided against it. Using Stormlight to climb stairs was such an Edgedancer or Willshaper thing to do. She was better than that. It was a good leg exercise, for what it was worth.

    After nearly an hour of walking, they reached the Sanctuary. They hadn’t run into anyone else in the tunnels, not even whilst moving through the most populated areas. It wasn’t uncommon to find pages or message runners using them for shortcuts, which was why they still wore the cloaks.

    Even so, the hushed atmosphere of the Dustbringer headquarters seemed even quieter than the deserted tunnels. Several squires moved quietly from chamber to chamber, some holding documents, others tools or weapons. One robed figure knelt on the floor, cleaning the floor with a laughably small brush.

    They made their way to a combat preparation chamber where Elibra left her. Andraya filled her black-pouch with a few gems brimming with Stormlight. She then attached a belt of throwing knives to her thigh -- Ember could turn into any sized weapon at a whim but you could never be too careful -- then went to find the mask storage locker by the wall. 

    Within were the masks for the Dustbringers to wear. They didn’t wear them all the time, some Knights were fine with just the hood to hide their face. Others kept their Plate summoned at all times. This was what Andraya usually did, but she wouldn’t be able to keep her Plate summoned if the Windrunners were taking her.

    So she opted for a mask. Most were plain black ovals with a pair of slits for eyes. There were some decorated with inset rubies or filigree, but Andraya didn’t like that sort of ostentation. If she was going to be wearing a mask, she wanted something more personal.

    “Ember, show me what your face looks like again,” Andraya said to the air.

    “I can do but... why?” Ember replied, appearing on the wall as a series of swirling lines. He twisted and moved until a face began to manifest, outlined by glowing lines of heat in the stone. It coalesced into the face of a young man with wide features. Ember's eyes sat far apart on his face and he had a thick nose, his tight lipped smile stretched too far back towards the ears.

    “You’ll see. And not that one. Your true face,” Andraya said.

    “Okay...” Ember said, frowning slightly, then smirking, “Oh, I see what you’re doing.”

    The face on the wall grinned, showing all of its teeth. Then the lips began burning away showing the whole jawline, the hard points of cheekbones and hollow frame of the eye sockets. Within moments, the face was replaced by the rictus grin of a skull. Ember’s skull. His true face, the one that was left when the ash had cleared.

    “Perfect,” Andraya said, selecting a plain black mask. She drew in Stormlight, only the tiniest amount, the perfect amount. She placed one finger on the front of the mask and willed the Stormlight into it, having it follow the pattern that Ember was showing her. The axi in the mask began to divide and produce heat. But she was no novice playing with fire, the black paint flaked off in the pattern she imprinted onto the mask, the lines matching those of Ember.

    She ran out of Stormlight just as the pattern had finished burning its way to the top of the mask. “Perfect,” she said.

    She shook her hand, getting rid of the flakes of black paint that had fallen onto it, and donned the mask. “Thank you, Ember,” she added.

    “No problem, Anne. It looks great!” he replied.

    “I hope it does,” Andraya said, putting her hood up, leaving only Ember’s grinpeaking below the rim.

    When she walked out of the Sanctuary to meet the Windrunners, Andraya savoured their expressions. Whilst she did wish her Order wasn’t seen as dangerous monsters, she enjoyed playing into the stereotype a little. And as they left for the Purelake, Andraya grinned behind her skull mask.

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    “Form up!” Andraya called.

    The squires moved to circle her in a defensive ring, the two squads of troops she commanded merging together. The knee-high water of the Purelake sloshed around them as they took their positions. They wore bronze and leather, armour that didn’t come close to comparing to Andraya’s Plate.

    “Why did you call us back?” said squadleader Divar. He was an Azish man with messy brown hair that was close to bonding a peakspren. Unfortunately, this gave him a chip on his shoulder ever since he’d been assigned to protect Andraya. These weren’t her squires. They were Connected to the Stoneward that stood in the centre of the other group of squires nearby.

    “Caeb thinks he saw something,” Andraya said. “Be alert. Let’s move carefully.”

    She looked over to where her fellow Knight stood, ringed by the rest of his squires. The Stoneward was encased in his bulky, rounded Plate that the stonespren preferred. His massive form waded through the water like a boulder inexorably making its way downhill.

    Her own Plate couldn’t have been more different. Created by free-spirited flamespren, the Plate was all wicked edges and sharp angles. Her gauntlets swept back past her elbows, ending in points. Her helmet peaked near the edges of her faceplate, giving the impression of horns.  Crimson light glowed from its edges, silhouetting her like flames brought to life.

    Ordering her troops to move in a perpendicular line to the other groups march, Andraya saw Ember split open the air beside her. The ashspren preferred to manifest across solid objects, but those were hard to find in the middle of the Purelake.

    “Ugh, why are we hunting a corrupted spren? I thought we were hunting a Thunderclast?” Ember said.

    “Because the Thunderclast hasn’t been spotted for days and we need to do something,” Andraya replied.

    “It’s because it knows you’re here, Anne. One whiff of us and they go running!” The glowing molten cracks shifted in the air, creating an arm bent at the elbow, flexing its bicep.

    Andraya laughed. “Come on, Ember, we were cooped up in that fortress with nothing to do, hoping they’d make a move. Well, now the enemy has. These guys will almost certainly find Sja-anat’s spy and when they do, we’ll have a little chase on our hands. Better than sitting around splitting ore for smelting.” She could have been holding this conversation mentally through their bond but had opted for speaking aloud. She was concentrating on looking at the ground around her, just in case the troops had missed something.

    Ember tutted, then made a movement that gave the impression of an eyeroll despite his lack of eyes, or even a face.

    “What if we just...” Ember said, “didn’t find the spren...” 

    “Ember, I’m not going to intentionally sabotage our own mission just so we get to fight a Thunderclast.” 

    Ember sighed, “I would just like to be heading home soon, y’know?”

    “I know,” Andraya said, thinking of Sten, “I know.”

    Sten had been looking after the shop whilst she was gone. She didn’t want to be away much longer, it had already been several days. She’d managed to get a letter to him and a response. Business was doing okay, if a little slow, he’d said. Andraya smiled, he was a good kid.

    They walked slowly for a few more moments. Their only accompaniment was the splashing of legs stepping through the lukewarm water. Andraya’s Plate granted her strength enough that she barely noticed the weight of the water on her legs. She could always slick her legs if she needed to. Her Surgebinding would apply to her Plate just as easily as it worked on her skin, but she decided against it. She’d rather feel the water pushing back against her. Life was a struggle, after all, one that should be faced, even if you were in full gleaming Shardplate whilst doing it.

    “There!” someone in the ring around her shouted, “I see somethin’!”

    “Describe it to me, soldier!” Andraya called. 

    “I saw a face, in the water, glowing red eyes!” the same man called out.

    “It’s here, then,” Andraya said. “Sja-anat’s spy. Caeb, run to the checkpoint. The rest of you, keep watching. It won’t be able to go far without a carrier.” She yanked her bag of spheres from around her waist and opened it, breathing the Stormlight in. It raged through her veins. Driving her to move, to act, to destroy. Andraya began her breathing exercises, bringing her body and emotions under her control. When she breathed out, Stormlight filled her helmet, and when she breathed in, she reabsorbed it. 

    In, out, in, out. As she did, she felt the world sharpen, coming into focus. Her shoulders relaxed as she felt something be lifted from them. She was rolling her neck when another shout came from the man who’d spotted the spren.

    “Over there!” the man shouted, pointing. 

    Andraya looked through the line men to see a small red light moving beneath the water. The soldiers surged forward, running with the high knee’d gait that one had to use when trying to run through water. 

    Andraya walked after the group, following the spren with her eyes. She wasn’t in a rush, the squires would be able to surround it and prevent it from escaping, they only needed to-

    Something was wrong. She felt her instincts prick up just before Ember’s voice entered her mind.

    “The Thunderclast!” Ember said. 

    She saw it then, the dark shape swimming next to the red light.  

    “Storms!” Andraya shouted, “it brought an escort!”

    The men slowed to look back at her as she slicked her legs. No time for idle water-wading, she needed to be able to move.

    The dark shape vanished and Andraya knew what would happen next. The men closest to the spren turned and ran back. A sudden crack broke the air. Andraya stood, feet apart, muscles taught, ready to move. She watched as an enormous hand ripped from the stone, followed by an arm, then a shoulder. It slammed down, barely missing the fleeing men before it. Water churned and surged around them as the hole left by the rising creature was filled. A wave crashed against her, but Andraya barely felt it.

    The back of the Thunderclast rose tall under a cacophony of monstrous crashes. Andraya watched it rise up, arch, and reveal the squat head that stood atop the beasts thirty foot tall frame. Red eyes blazed from its misshapen face and the air rumbled as it moved. 

    It twisted around, eyes locking on Andraya just as Ember dropped into an outstretched hand. He took the form of a huge Shardblade, its edge easily six feet in length with curling ridges around the hilt. Glowing lines shined from the blade, mimicking the form Ember usually took.

    Andraya’s heart froze in her chest. Her thoughts returned to her last encounter with a Thunderclast. To Malan. 

    She accepted the wave of emotion. Felt it rise up and pass through her. Her fingers tightened around Ember’s hilt. She would not let her fear control her. A moment passed between her and the Thunderclast. 

    Just as the monster’s expression changed, Andraya exploded forwards.

    Her legs and feet were slick, all except for the tips of her boots. She kicked off and went sailing through the water like it wasn’t there. The speed of her passage kicked up a plume behind her, as the water was parted with a speed it wasn’t used to. Her wake followed her as she closed distance with the Thunderclast in moments.

    It brought a hand down towards her, looking to smash her before she got close.

    She dodged to the side, moving with a grace that the Thunderclast couldn’t even dream of.

    Breathe in.

    She leapt towards the arm as it rose back out of the water and sailed through the air. A slice downwards cut the stone at the forearm. She felt Ember elate in her mind.

    Breathe out.

    She landed and rolled, making her whole body slick against the water. Her Plate clattered against the stone but the flamespren were barely disturbed. She released the Surgebinding on one gauntlet and gripped a stone as she rolled past, using it as an anchor to spin, maintaining her momentum but changing her direction.

    In.

    She was on her feet again, running at the Thunderclast. It recoiled from the lost arm as if it still felt pain through its stone body. Andraya gritted her teeth.

    Out.

    She scanned it for structural weaknesses. The Thunderclast’s body was made up of bedrock and so would be scored with different types of stone. Its torso was a thick, triangular plate with a stony ribcage for a chest. The colours of stone criss-crossed it and... There.

    In.

    She leapt, water streaming off her. Ember rejoiced in her hand as she slammed him deep into the Thunderclast’s chest. With an outstretched hand that shone with Stormlight, she struck a weak point in the stone and poured Stormlight into the creature.

    Out.

    She Divided. She felt the rock shriek beneath her touch. Not just the Thunderclast that commanded it but the stone itself was pained by her Surgebinding. 

    She held. The Stormlight burned through regolith and clay deposits. Harder stones were dislodged and shifted within the Thunderclast itself as it was burned away from the inside. It thrashed, trying to shake Andraya free. With its intact arm, it tried to grab at her, but the beast's own ribcage protected her.

    In.

    The Stormlight raged out of her. Given her Intent to destroy, it wanted to keep going. It pulled at her. It wanted to break those harder rocks, burst out, crack the stone below, boil the water, set the very air aflame.

    It was Andraya’s job to make sure that didn’t happen. She kept pouring Stormlight into the creature until the moment she felt she was about to lose control. In that moment, she dismissed Ember and pushed against the beast’s chest with her legs. 

    She flew backwards through the air. She had broken contact with the Thunderclast and now her Surgebinding was free within its body.  She pirouetted through the air and the Division ravaged the creature from the inside.

    Limbs spasming, the beast cracked and broke as the sound of stones snapping and splitting reverberated the air. Light shone from within, angry and red, flashing with Stormlight followed by heat. 

    Andraya landed. The Thunderclast exploded.

    Molten rock burst outwards from where the creature stood. Large chunks rolled past Andraya, hissing as they hit the water. They rolled, throwing up clouds of steam before coming to a rest with their superheated glow fading. Smaller stones travelled further, landing among the soldiers stood nearby. They ran, throwing their arms up to cover themselves, glowing with Stormlight. They’d complain about the dangerous, reckless Dustbringer later, ignoring the fact she’d saved their lives.

    Andraya sighed, feeling her heart in her chest. It continued to beat to a serene rhythm. This was just another day, another job. Combat was just something she did, with utter calm and composure, because she wanted to help people. This was just one half of how she did so.

    The chaos of the Thunderclast’s death eventually subsided. It wasn’t really dead. The spren couldn’t be killed, but it would be hurt. Dying was an unpleasant experience for all and, now that it knew a Dustbringer was in the area, it would be less likely to manifest unless it absolutely had to. In all likelihood, it would leave, searching for another battlefield to wreak havoc upon.

    And so the Desolation continued onward, as they always did.

    Andraya walked over to the squires, dismissing the Surgebinding on her Plate and reabsorbing the Stormlight. “What are you all doing standing around?” she barked. “I thought we were looking for a spren, weren’t we!”


#


    Andraya slid the hidden door to her workshop open. It was mostly how she’d left it, though some crates had been moved and her tools were strewn across the workbench with a number of half finished projects pushed to the side. A few bowls with scraps of food left in them were stacked on one counter. White light bathed the room -- that was how Sten liked it -- and she could hear the sound of a customer with the boy in the front of the shop. 

    She walked over to her vinebud, a few lazy vines drooped over the sides of the pot. “Got you,” she said, tickling one of the vines with a finger. The bud slowly closed, pulling its vines back inwards. Andraya grinned.

    She walked over to where her apron was hung on a peg and put it back on, its comforting weight settling back on her neck. There was an item in the middle of the workbench with its ticket next to it. Andraya brushed a hand against the ruby and the diamond veins on the wall, switching the brightly lit room into a deep red. She read the ticket as she sat before the workbench.

    ‘Legs don’t move’ it read, with a dropoff date from the day before and a pickup date today. It was a simple fix, and so Sten had only asked the customer to wait a day. From the looks of the other projects on the workbench, he was falling behind on his work and hadn’t gotten around to it. 

    Andraya turned the item in her hands. It was a hand-sized, six-legged figure made of painted metal plates in the shape of an axehound. The legs were separate items that poked out of holes in the bottom. A small peg on one side could be twisted, which turned the gears within the figure and wound a small spring. When you let go of the peg, the legs were supposed to move back and forth.

    The ticket was right. The legs weren’t moving despite being the gears inside clearly ticking away. “An easy fix”, Ember said, appearing as a glowing crack in the workbench. “I can’t believe Sten even asked them to wait a day!”

    “He’s not got you helping him,” Andraya said with a wink.

    Breathing in a tiny amount of Stormlight, Andraya donned an eyeglass and flipped down a magnification lense. Running one finger down the seam at the bottom of the figure, she parted the metal plates easily. With the mechanism exposed, she quickly found the tiny axle that had fallen loose from its housing. Using a pair of tweezers, Andraya picked the axle up and, with a quick flash of Surgebinding, slotted it into the housing it had fallen out of. Once she recalled her Stormlight, the little bar of metal stayed where it was, held in place by the pressure of the rest of the mechanism. 

    Andraya closed the metal plates again and used a tiny amount of Stormlight to heat the metal up just a touch and rejoin it at the seam. She stood, removing the eyeglass and checking the mechanism. Twist, twist, twist, and the axehound’s legs were now moving. Andraya grinned and gave it a satisfied nod.

    She made her way through the curtain to the front of the shop. It was a small space with a counter on one side and a large window on the other. Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of one of Urithiru’s internal marketplaces moved back and forth. Inside the shop, shelves were dotted with brightly coloured items of various shapes and sizes. A wooden horse whose legs could canter if you shook it from side to side, a miniature windwheel like you’d find at festivals. More wind-up toys like the one she held. She even had a strange shin toy that looked like a tall chicken that would dip its head in water periodically.

    A rocking horse sat in one corner that was currently being enjoyed by a small girl. Next to her was a wooden doll nearly as big as she was. A woman, presumably the child’s mother, looked exasperated as she talked with Sten. The teen looked very red in the face.

    “But you said it would be ready today?” the woman said. She wasn’t shouting, but she was definitely annoyed. “I paid you extra to make sure!”

    “I’m sorry,” Sten said, “I just...”

    “Excuse me, is this the toy you were picking up today?” Andraya said, holding up the axehound.

    “Craggy!” the small child shouted and jumped up from the rocking horse, running over to Andraya. 

    “Ah, finally. I don’t know why I had to even wait this long!” the woman snapped, glaring at Sten. Blood had drained from the boy's face as he looked at Andraya.

    “My sincerest apologies to you for the delay,” Andraya said, crouching down to the child's height and winding the toy. She placed it on the ground before them and let go of the winding peg. The little toy stuttered to life, ambling across the ground with a stilted grace that was only somewhat like an actual axehound’s walk.

    The little girl burst into giggles and pointed at the toy. “Craggy’s walking again! Look ma, she’s walking!” She clapped her hands together.

    “I can see that darling,” the mother said, her expression melting at the girl's joy.

    “Don’t drop it this time, okay?” Andraya said, ruffling the girl’s hair. The girl nodded and picked up the toy, hugging it close to her chest. Her mother took her by the hand and they left the shop. Andraya sighed and her heart did a little flip.

    “Now,” she said, turning to Sten, “I think we have some cleaning to do, don’t you?”

Shout out to @Greywatch for betaing! 

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I gotta say, I really like this being the scenario in Dalinar's vision. Well done!

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spike of annoyance rising in her chest

spike of steel rising in her chest

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It’s here, then,” Andraya said. “Sja-anat’s spy. Caeb, run to the checkpoint.

Ohhhhh. Nice! I thought that this was being set after RoW. This is great so far. Tons of assumptions, but it's following the Sanderson rule of magic: err on the side of awesome

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Andraya picked the axle up and, with a quick flash of Surgebinding, slotted it into the housing it had fallen out of

I'm confused. What did the surgebinding do?

 

This was really good! I liked the characterization and the magitech assumptions

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2 hours ago, GoWibble said:

Tons of assumptions, but it's following the Sanderson rule of magic: err on the side of awesome

Oh yeah. Most of my fics are "Brandon said it's going to take him decades to get around to writing things so I'm going to write it for him on how I imagine it will play out". There's a lot of assumptions here about how Division works but I'm quite happy with it.

2 hours ago, GoWibble said:

I'm confused. What did the surgebinding do?

She made the end of the axle slick for just a moment to help slide it in place. I tried to think of a better way of putting it but "slick" is an awkward word to use sometimes.

 

2 hours ago, GoWibble said:

This was really good! I liked the characterization and the magitech assumptions

Thanks! :D 

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This is a really good fic. I enjoyed getting a look into the Dustbringers.

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Finally. FINALLY!!! We finally get a look at the Releasers! Non-canon, of course. This was amazing!

I hope that Brando Sando will give the Releasers a main role in KoW. A look-back on Dalinar's vision in another perspective, like this one, would be perfect, though I'm hoping that we get a modern Releaser take the podium. 

I must say, it's good to know that some non-Releaser (maybe. What Radiant order are you?) fans of us exist! Thank you so much for making this fic!!!

Keep up the great work!

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2 hours ago, Voidspawn said:

I must say, it's good to know that some non-Releaser (maybe. What Radiant order are you?) fans of us exist! Thank you so much for making this fic!!!

Elsecaller here. We don't know much about the releasers, so I'm always curious to find out more.

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Just now, Cheyenne Sedai said:

Elsecaller here

Cool! I was somewhere around 60% Elsecaller--it was my second top!

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11 minutes ago, Voidspawn said:

Cool! I was somewhere around 60% Elsecaller--it was my second top!

Oh? A fellow Elsecaller?

EDIT: Oh wait, wrong person :P

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2 minutes ago, HoidWasTaken said:

Oh? A fellow Elsecaller?

EDIT: Oh wait, wrong person :P

I am an elsecaller, that's what they were responding to

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Just now, Cheyenne Sedai said:

I am an elsecaller, that's what they were responding to

Yes, Hello there fellow Elsecaller.

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6 hours ago, Voidspawn said:

Finally. FINALLY!!! We finally get a look at the Releasers! Non-canon, of course. This was amazing!

I hope that Brando Sando will give the Releasers a main role in KoW. A look-back on Dalinar's vision in another perspective, like this one, would be perfect, though I'm hoping that we get a modern Releaser take the podium. 

I must say, it's good to know that some non-Releaser (maybe. What Radiant order are you?) fans of us exist! Thank you so much for making this fic!!!

Keep up the great work!

I'm a huge fan of the Dustbringers and believe it's the order I would be (Despite the quiz giving me Windrunner and Lightweaver???). 

I hope we get more Dustbringer stuff before Ash's novel. Brandon recently said in a livestream that he's still not 100% on how they work which is super interesting to me. So here's my interpretation, not your traditional fire magic, focus on self mastery and controlled release of... Passion, for lack of a better word :D 

And yes, even though I love Dustbringers, I still use Dustbringer instead of Releaser. There were disagreements in all the Radiant orders on things and I like to think some Dustbringers liked the name/reputation they had, which is kind of what I was trying to portray with Andraya ;) 

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1 hour ago, Overlord Jebus said:

And yes, even though I love Dustbringers, I still use Dustbringer instead of Releaser. There were disagreements in all the Radiant orders on things and I like to think so Dustbringers liked the name/reputation they had, which is kind of what I was trying to portray with Andraya ;) 

I'm not much of a stickler about it; I just prefer Releasers.

1 hour ago, Overlord Jebus said:

I hope we get more Dustbringer stuff before Ash's novel.

I agree. Do you support the Ash/Dustbringer theory?

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