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At last, somebody who reads the interview database Another quote (I think, one of the first ones): So to summarize: Kandra have been restored, and are still alive. Unlike a Mistwraith, that only lives for 50 years, Kandra have indefinite lifespan. They have not been changed into true race. The fate of Mistwraiths is unknown, but they have probably survived separately, but Sazed prohibits making of new Kandra (probably) Edit: Ah, that was also in Kadrok's link. Oh well.

I think this quote: Is very interesting. In general, I support Meg's idea, above - about spren that were forcibly severed from their minds when KR gave up. The quote seems to suggest that Wyndle: a. Coexisted with Cryptics and Honorspren in the same place - thought the time frame is not given, I assume he was like that before the bond, so up to, at most, 12 year before. Which suggests that the Honorspen with their minds intact are still there. b. Harvests minds of our world and uses them as fertilizer? Or just seeds them with crystals? I am not sure. Anyway, we don't know if Shadesmar is all of Cognitive realm (or there is another place with gardens), and that spren manifest in the same way (they might have been those floating flames) in both realms. I also think that Shallan is bonded to one Cryptic, but that allows her to draw all of them due to similarity (all spren are essentially one): Note the singular (though the spren can possibly all speak with the same voice) - though she addresses them in plural, only one, apparently, answers. [EDIT] SOmething strange just happened with the site and my post disappeared after being marked as posted. Huh.

As they said... This is the quote: So, they are Aimian beasts. Not spren, though they may have symbionts like greatshells. From Rysn Interlude: From Lift: So, apparently it feeds on Stormlight - for healing or nutrition or both, so people starve it and use it to suck Stormlight out of people - possibly spheres too. I think it then uses that Stormlight up, so it cannot be "reversed". As for other way -I dunno. Maybe a stronger Radiant can do that to a common surgebinder, but that is unknown. The difference in power would probably need to be rather large. Rysn would probably use it to deal with Reshi Show larkin -get a contract SHe would feed it whatever it eats and stormlight from spheres. And we might never see anything of it Significance on table -I dunno, but presumably they were common once, more or less - maybe KR kept them as pets en masse, though that is doubtful. Or they were used to frisk KR and other surgebinders

Err... This is a kind of thing that gives me trouble in real life - I can't describe people well, and in general, don't think of them in words, so, erm. Kinda simplistic: Kaladin Shallan Dalinar Adolin Jasnah Sadeas

While that is true, it is also possible to create a fabrial that has a function outside of Radiant abilities, by using other kinds of spren that do not usually bond with people (like painspren, for instance). So while a single fabrial may be more limited, the field as a whole is probably much more flexible that ten orders of KR.

Well, something does define what kind of Misting one may become when, say, snapped by mists. So, essentially, the kind of Misting one would become if one had just a bit more Preservation, just barely enough to get a power.

Implants, or simply machines that require you to, say, cut your arm on it to drive (spiked wheel ) That said, what if there are augmenters - "fabrials" that are charged from Mist and allow normal person to use the allomantic power he/she is closest to? Until mist runs out. For Feruchemy - lack of Identity in machine may even help - something that drains a person on one setting, and charges on other, and can be used on different people?

Indeed, as Kurk says - Metal works as gates, and it is what is (partly) shaping the power of Preservation - so possibly metal alone would be enough. Or possibly, the "fabrials" (which are more or less similar to what I meant by "mist engines" in this post) - can use user's cognitive aspect, or even be mounted on to users through a variant of hemalurgy (invested spike may work as implant, even if Investiture comes from mists instead of humans). EDIT: I think the question then would be- how are the fabrials/engines infused? Simply leaving metal in the mists is probably not enough - that is too easily noticed, and would have been known on the northern pole (probably). As Gloom noticed, infants, for example, can be easily used for spiking, especially if the resulting machine would then work for decades, if that is necessary - it can even be an honor. But spikes alone are also not enough...

Well, gravity is by far the least understood of the four (three now?) fundamental forces/interactions : electroweak, strong and gravitation, so, in terms of general relativity as I understand it, you are correct - of course the very principle of relativity is that there is no difference between gravity and force acting on accelerated object, so force is good enough. It is also the dividing line between macroscopic (general relativity) and microscopic (quantum) branches of physics. And, well, bubbles don't play well with either branch. They *should* fry/freeze anything inside, and suck air, etc, but they do not. They *should*, in theory, reflect most of the light or objects - the refractive index of bubbles is *huge* compared to one of the highest indices in nature (diamond, around 2.5, and you could make a material with higher index) - but they do not, so refraction is not an explanation. The "punching people outside bubbles" problem (and related, like shoving/ metalpulling / falling beams /etc) is well known in bubble-discussing circles And there is, so far, no satisfying theory for it Presumably, Brandon is not sure himself, not being a math mind and all. I am thinking about a weird theory, but I am not sure if it would be viable.

That would be nice, please Don't forget spikes Think Jabberwock, that was spiked enough to win Vorpal Nightblood from the evil knight, or something

Well, I salute the undertaking,but... Maybe if for Tumblr fandom? For the 17thshard the image is all wrong Where are the claws that catch (Brandon), the vulture jawbeak that searches for knowledge amongst his long-dissected words? And the spikes? Where are the spikes?!! Granted, it (and it should be genderless on general principles ) should have something from all worlds: spikes from Scadrial, Larkin wings from Roshar, grey flesh and dark smoke from Nalthis, bones from Sel, etc A pity I can't draw well enough to make a picture of that... (Or at all for that matter ;( )

Here is a quote from the book I refer to: So for "visibility" I refer to the visibility of the blue line. As can be seen, at the "visibility" limit (barely visible line) the produced force is still enough to negate gravity. Presumably, the Allomancer cannot push on the metal he cannot see/feel, which produces a cutoff in power levels. Likewise, there is a limit of force produced by an allomancer while pushing that is independent of metal size - otherwise something the size of Kredric Shaw would have been enough to launch into orbit ( when compared to the size of the metal ingot), even if the distance remained the same (that is, one stopped pushing at the same distance). So, in summary - the size of the metal matters, and the distance matters, but it is a formula with several cutoffs, whether or not that formula is similar to the one proposed within cutoff limits. That was a joke... Although... bosonspren, I say Tiny, metal bosonspren So we need to make a working theory and explain it to Brandon

Ah, physical discussion. Fear me, for I channel the spirit of Auotpwail, and came here to victimize you, as I did poor Kurkistan! Verily, all I speak is true (except for inaccuracies introduced by imperfect human channel) First, the OP: True enough, most people in real world don't make that distinction. That would mean that Allomancer push is stronger against heavier piece of metal. That is not quite so - at the very least there is an upper limit to Allomancer's force , and certainly not so if m2 refers to mass of metal, since a coin embedded in stone wall works (when close enough to be affected) just as well. See the thread you have referenced for details The inverse square law may be in effect, true. There is also a visibility cutoff, after which an Allomancer can no longer "see" the metal to affect it - see Vin balancing near the wall on the very edge of her ability (still enough force to keep her in the air). This is similar to the fact that you can't break your hands on the air by punching it, but can on the wall, while your muscle strength remains the same. Again, read through the whole thread Three, not two. Inertial, passive and active gravitational. That is important They kind of have to be the same in our world, but Cosmere is another matter. This is patently not true. A feruchemist stores to soften his/her fall, reducing the force acting on him. If the gravity still affected him with the same force (same passive gravitational mass), but his inertial mass decreased, he would fall faster, not slower (a=Fg/mi). As it is, his acceleration is unchanged and force is lower, resulting in air drag being enough to counteract gravity at survivable velocities. So, globally speaking (there is a thread on why he can still be cut, involving locality), Feruchemist stores all of his masses, with the possible exception of active gravitational one (will a feruchemist collapse into black hole with enough tap?). Note here that the drag does not depend on mass in any way, just velocity and body shape - and you need to counteract gravity *force*, not acceleration, which in your assumption is the same. But not in respect to bullets? Since those ignore the fact that they'd need a lot more energy to move atoms around, and cut through Feruchemist normally. If the atoms were more resistant, bullets would never penetrate past skin at 100x tap, at least. Maybe even 10x. And now, to Gagylpus: This is very true, though he does check with physicists sometimes. Well, you could turn your body around by twisting and moving the body, while balancing on the coin. The force from the coin won't spin you, the force from your twisted body, however, can (without changing the position of your center of mass). Here is the thing - the instability is caused by the fact that the forces affecting the coin differ in direction in different positions of the coin, roughly corresponding (in generic push, see below) to direction from Allomancer's CoM to that point in the coin. With the two Allomancers pushing from the opposite sides, the total horizontal force is 0, but the vertical component is not negated, resulting in the coin being pulled outwards from center, flattening it. Add to this the thickness of the coin resulting in different distances to the coin parts from either allomancer, and you get the coin that goes squish. Note that gravity on the planet also does not affect every part of the body equally - see spaghettification, and remeber that a body is not homogenous to begin with... Also remember, that a trained allomancer can push/pull at different parts of the metal object at will, as evidenced by Kelsier rotating a metal bar in the air. So the generic force spread over the metal (not allomancer, allomancer is affected as a single body, equally, as you said) may vary. Also remember, there are no "surface" forces - all forces are derived from "body" field forces carried by little bosonspren

True that... Morality and evil/good are subjective, but the Epic Effect actually seems relatively consistent. Essentially, I think, Epics a) are less afraid (fear is the base of *my* morality) b ) Are... what is the proper term? Egocentric or super-egoistic? Well, they see everybody except themselves as a tool or obstacle, and treat them correspondingly. Everything else seems secondary - that change alone is enough to free normally inhibited impulses, like sadism, idle curiosity, control desire, etc, etc.

I have seen it discussed, in fact - somebody mentioned Feruchemical symbols, for example. I don't think they are from the endsheet - there are almost no symbols there that I would call "angular", certainly nothing with unreal surfaces. Maybe we would recognize them from our world? Like impossible objects? I think we will learn more from WoR

The quote from the book: So, several possibilities, as outlined above: 1. The objects are gifted. 2. Objects are charged, and then the gift goes on to human when the human tries to use it. 3. Humans are gifted (Prof wanted David to use broken tensor), but objects help with focus and shaping the power. Also: I have the feeling that Conflux cannot use his power directly at all, just gifting (charging stuff with energy, like those power cells). That is how he killed his wife - he charged ?table? instead of microwave, and she got electrocuted. So, he only affected a little by the power. Also, one of the effects is more like arrogance than anger - essentially, in both cases (Megan and Prof), IIRC, it was augmented annoyance -"How dare those worms" - kind of thing, very understandable in the given situations. Also, a minor thing You are confused, Read a Lot - babies are morally easier to kill than adults - their personalities are less developed, and so it is harder to attach to them... (at least that is how my morality would work). So that is not a good indicator of effect strength...

Erwut? Epic D'Ivers transforming into a thousand chaos-breathing Otataral dragons?

The problem is that skin deforms as you move, which may result in deformed Aon - possibly sending one into Reod again. Bones are better.

I'll grease the (awakened) rope and polish (metal) stake. Where do we meet ? Also, they mention workplace division in comic commentary itself.

[ooc]The sloth strikes again...[/ooc] Finnar Finnar thought himself an honest man. Just doing a honest job, he was. He wasn’t keeping anything from the police, either – if the coppers ever came asking, he would tell them everything. He never did anything criminal, after all, and was never asked to – as far as he could tell. He would tell the coppers about the times lord Satsu came home reeking of blood, of mint, metals or mix thereof. If asked, he may mention a few other things – like the time he glimpsed his lord’s eyes, but only if asked – no need to mention something that could end with him being sent to the loony bin. If the coppers would come – and he expected them to come often enough – he would tell. But they never came, so he never mentioned those things to anybody. Coming from the distinguished line of butlers, some of whom served Lord Mistborn himself, he prided himself in discreetness and efficiency. Sometimes he worried that the line would end with him – a single child, he was approaching forty and still single, work consuming most of his time. Work, like the paperwork he had to prepare today and the management of other staff members. Jarasi, the second maid, in particular, was new to the house… Deep in his thought, Finnar checked on every staff member before retreating to the living room and starting on paperwork for Satsu/Sindred deal – in particular, filling details of availability for metal shippings as given to him by Lord Satsu, aligning it with his own records. Soon after, he heard Mander opening the door for someone. Lisene walked into the room. The man- Finnar, was writing some document on something. Time to work. She struck a professional and authoritative pose and walked in. "Finnar? I'd like to talk to you. Do you have some time?" Finnar raised his head in some annoyance. These forms were expected tomorrow and were not going to write themselves. Some of the annoyance abated at seeing an attractive female before him. He really should be settling down. "Yes, miss?" She smiled warmly at him. "I know your work is really important. I am representing the interests of Sindred. We just wanted to get some clarification on a few details. I'd be very grateful for any help you could offer." Finnar nodded to himself. The woman did seem familiar, though he couldn't be certain from where. "Vey well, miss. Were we introduced? I am afraid I cannot recall your name. I would be glad to help, though you understand that I was told not to discuss some matters with anyone beside their lordships" The woman sat down. "I am 'Ene. I am an associate who makes sure all the little details are good. We haven't met. I wouldn't want to ask about any of the complex details. We just want to know that our relationship isn't going to have any unexpected hiccups." Finnar felt mildly affronted. "None whatsoever, miss Ene. Everything is proceeding according to schedule, as you may make certain for yourself. " He remembered his manners. "Before we get to business, would you care for some refreshments?" She *was* pretty. And he was sure he saw her before… Where? One of the meetings with Lord Sindred's staff? She nodded. "I would be delighted, thank you." She smiled warmly at him, thankful for the food. It had been a long walk here. She wasn't paid enough to take a carriage. "You understand that all of these dealings are very sensitive, security is paramount. I am sure you run an excellent household, but if you faced some security threat we'd like to know early. We could provide extra guards, or send someone to deal with any problems in a mining operation." She shook her head. "Oh, where are my manners." She took out several documents, authentic ones, signed by Lord Sindred indicating her employment. She had worked with him several times before, even if he didn't know all of the details... Access to his stamp sure came in handy for this mission. "Susie, refreshments, please." Finnar was rewarded by the sound of retreating footsteps. Susue would be naturally interested in any new guest, and in fact, it was her duty to be nearby unless dismissed. By the look of the documents, she would have to be, this time. He checked them over - they looked in order, with Lord Sindred's seal affixed as proper, though the gamut of miss Ene's responsibilities was somewhat unusual. Not the first unusual thing in this deal, though, so he dismissed the thought. "Our security is well maintained. Only a few members of the household know any details beside the fact that the deal exists, and those are directly involved and vetted by Lord Satsu. The mining operation is his domain - even I don't know all details about it." And he wasn't too happy about it, but that was the least of his lord eccentricities. Ene nodded. "That's excellent, less weak links. Have there been any threats you've heard about? Bandits on the roads, people attempting to breach your security? Miners getting drunk? Anything that we could help with?" "As a very wise and knowledgeable man of the household I am sure you would know these details well, any problems." He frowned, collecting his thoughts. "No, no problems. All shippings so far has been on schedule. The mining operation itself mainly produces the ores or raw ingots, except for the part produced by small refinery near the mine." Now was the time to be discreet. "Most of purification is made here, in the town, and lord Sindred himself has examined the facilities and found them acceptable. There has been no reports of bandits." - and that was strange, for it was prime bandit season, but the bandits seemed to avoid the path of their shippings like plague - "We rely more on stealth than on guards" - the guards only guarded the last leg of the journey. "Could you please tell me what has you worried?" "Perhaps after you refresh yourself" -he hastened to add, hearing Susie approach. "We are very interested in nothing sensitive leaking. We go over every weak link and try to make sure it's secure. There are people though, who have some idea of what is going on. If they could find a way in they might try to kill or steal the shipment. We've also consulted our contacts, and there's a lot of rumors of some great treasure at Lord Satsu's estate. If you rely on stealth then you might be more at risk- perhaps we could find a tin misting or ferring for the journey? An extra gun. Would he be receptive?" "That is for Lord Satsu to decide - I will pass your concerns to him." Finnar frowned - the woman seemed oddly insistent, and apparently ignorant of the fact that certain areas were only discussed by their lordships. He was not invited, as was proper. He nodded thanks to Susie as she delivered a tray with tea and some sweetmeats, and pointedly glanced at the bell, indicating that she should go to the staff room and wait there. Susie nodded confirmation and left. "Please, help yourself. We can continue our discussion when you are refreshed. In the meanwhile, do you need me to prepare any documents?" "Thank you. You know your security measures best and we don't want to pry, but we really do not want anything bad happening- we know not all Lords are that concerned about the nitty gritty." She took some refreshments and ate. "Why yes. There was another matter. Could you give us some details on any supplies organizations that you are unsure about? Giving you food, supplies, technology. We can investigate any you feel are suspect. You can send the details to Lord Sindred directly, in a secure manner. He can make sure they are safe. We don't want you getting poisoned." She handed over a document with a checklist noting potential routes of attack – all legitimate. She won’t be caught without an out. Finnar scanned the documents, considering. Some additional checks may not hurt. But then again, some additional checks on Ene herself may not hurt either - most of the involved staff *has* been introduced to him directly, though the documents looked to be in order. He might just be getting old. "Poisoned? Do you think somebody would poison our workers? I am reasonably sure of our chef here in the household, and the strays lord Satsu is keeping do often taste the food before his lordship, as per his permission." As if on cue, a ginger cat walked through the doors, looked at Finnar and Ene and escaped through the window. The cats gave him the creeps, sometimes. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to check. Please wait a moment." He decided to provide her with a list of supplying organizations that *could* bear looking into. Nothing much sensitive there. She nodded. "Thank you. I hope you have well paid and happy workers- you know that best, and we hope you would inform us if you felt at any time they might be a risk. We're more worried that someone could subvert your suppliers and directly poison you, or try to knock you out so that some sensitive equipment could be stolen. Or try to sneak into your household." She looked at the cat. "There's another issue. Have you checked out all the entrances to the house? Are there any small enough that a thief could sneak in through a cat hole?" "The sensitive equipment in the refineries is well guarded, with lord Sindred's men helping augment security already. We thank you for that. As for this household, we try to keep sensitive materials either well hidden or in better guarded locations. Although this area is relatively secure as it is" - at least Finnar did. What lord Satsu had in his quarters was his business. "The cat holes are cat sized. Last time a child thief tried to get into, the ruffian got stuck, and the strays gave him the what for - they are very territorial" He smiled at the memory. "But of course, if you are worried, you can take a look for yourself - I would be glad to give you a tour" "Thank you, I would be happy to have a tour." She smiled warmly at him and touched his hand briefly. "I hope you understand, I am not being at all critical of you, or trying to invade your master's privacy. We just want to make sure that there's no little holes that anyone missed. You are keeping excellent security, and we want to keep it that way so no one can get in." "The cats are quite impressive, aren't they? They serve as a security force? I heard Lord Sindred call them trained cats. What's it like living with trained cats like that?" "But of course, I understand your concern" - he would not gossip with other people's retainers. It was unprofessional. -"Lord Satsu seems to train the strays for his own amusement. They do tend to prevent robberies - if not by force then by making a horrible racket when somebody tries to break into the house. So I suppose you might call them a living alarm." He shrugged. No need to mention the creeps, especially at night, when the glowing eyes stared at him. "I don't think many of them are well trained though. Living with them is fine - they don't make much mess, and are housebroken fast enough, though new ones present a problem." He smiled, rising. "Should I show you around?" She stood up, ready to follow him. Her eyes flickered over his body approvingly. She got ready to follow him. "If it works for him we're glad. We'll definitely keep an eye any pewter or tin child thieves in the area though. We don't want to rely too much on strays, no matter how well trained." She looked around. "I hope you don't mind me mentioning- I and a few others were asked to scope out your house before. Make sure there were no obvious security flaws- you won't believe some of the things people do, like building works leading directly into their private quarters. I saw some of the cats at the night, their eyes glowing..." - She shuddered. "I wouldn't want to try anything against that." "Worked well enough for a long time already. The cat's eyes do glow at night. I believe one of the thieves got a heart attack because of that when he tried to climb to the roof, and fell to his death." -He shrugged, leading her around the house - "We shall avoid the areas master wants to keep more private, you understand" - he explained- " But the whole of the ground floor is quite accessible." "Our lord does not have any routes directly to his rooms, of course. You can see that the walls are not thick enough for that. Here is our kitchen" - Finnar greeted the chef, who was busy working on master's next meal, two of the cats staring at him intently - "And here is where the cats usually come in" - he pointed out a small door near the floor with a sturdy lock visible, barely large enough for the toddler to squeeze through. "Of course, if we are inside, we may open widows for them." "And of course, the constables do good work around here to begin with, and Mander is a well known Pewterarm and quite handy with a gun." “I see.” Lisene nodded, seemingly satisfied. "The house is very secure and I am impressed by your security measures. I have a few minor questions to wrap this up with. We were going over some of the financial details- and bribing those who held them, or convincing them that they didn't need to hold them." "Very well. Should we return to the room?" Finnar turned back without waiting for an answer. "Sure." She followed after him. "We can't find any records of the miners. We checked quite carefully. Which is good for you. But that got me wondering..." Finnar lead her back to the room, finding the tea replenished. "Yes?" "That part of the operation is very secure, is it not?" -too secure for his tastes, truth to be told. "Either you have very not drunk and quiet miners, or he's found some other source of labor." He poured the tea, turning away from her for a moment. "I am afraid that is private business of his lordship. " She looked directly at him. "Is he using the cats? These trained cats? Could he use the cats? I've heard of dogs dragging carts? Have you heard anything that might imply this?" – She looked at him intently, preparing Zinc. "This is just about security- we won't need to investigate this any further. And I'd be very happy to know more." She smiled at him warmly, pushing out her body suggestively. Finnar was taken aback. "Trained cats? In the mine? That seems quite impossible." (he doesn't know. he knows that the source of labor in inconventional. "However, as I said, that is a private affair. Trade secrets have to be protected, you know" Finnar looked at the beautiful woman. Would it hurt to tell her more? Still, he had his integrity to consider… "Of course, I wouldn't want to invade your privacy. But we really do have to know if there are any... leaks. We've heard people describe him as... very good with cats. Has he got some special advantage? Perhaps some person with emotional allomancy with cats, or some special connection with cats?" She rioted his desire lightly, trying to influence him to tell this little thing that would make Felen very happy. "We don't want to have to investigate any further, but we really do need to know what's going on. Loose tongues sink mines." Finnar felt flushed. Ene's body was quite close. "Good with cats? I suppose… But at the mine? Quite ridiculous… I think. Though the cats are…" He blinked. She didn't move, but seemed even closer. Recognition stirred in his memory and was gone, but closer now. "Lord Satsu is…" What was he talking about? She dropped her rioting, letting her natural charm take over. "Lord Satsu has some special talent? What talent? We thought so. It explained a lot." Finnar blinked, his thoughts clearing somewhat. Clearing? "Lord Satsu is a very private man. He doesn't share everything." He hesitated. "The mine security all goes through him. I may tell you my something to allay your fears, if you promise to keep it to yourself" -what was he thinking? She moved closer, stroking his hand, body language warm and inviting, trying to cloud he. "Of course. And then, if you wish... my duty will be done. We know all the dangers and can stop investigating. I'll be off work." Investigating… Ah yes. Finnar’s memory cleared. She was PI infamous for use of her body and Rioting to learn things she was not supposed to. Was she Rioting him now? Better not show that he was on to her. Well. "The miners have a special contract with lord Satsu." "As far as I know- the contract was never cleared with me, you understand - they never leave the operation until the contract is over - and they work on the newest equipment. Still in development, but it cuts down on the labor a lot - you understand why it is so secret, right?"" She drew back, looking slightly disappointed. A simple, boring theory. "I suppose. And they are well paid, well looked after, and so unlikely to talk I assume?" "Quite so. And out there - I've heard the woods a filthy with beasts - unlikely to run, too" - he was sure that was truth at least. She smiled, her smile slightly weak. "Yes, I heard. Many a bandit has been lost to those beasts. I am glad we know. Well, make sure you keep them in line. Tell us if there are any problems with them you need help with." She concentrated on his face, trying to see if he was lying. "I will, miss Ene. But you haven't heard it from me. " (he is telling her a minimum of lies (that he knows of), and he is good with his expressions, now that he knows her game - he is professional, after all, trained to resist emotional manipulation if he is aware of them. She cannot tell. She may be able to tell that he is more restrained) "If you are satisfied with your inquiry, I must regretfully return to my work. But I will finish soon. Would you, perhaps, be available for dinner today?" "Thank you for your help. I will forward all your concerns to Lord Sindred. I hope we can continue to have a happy relationship without any bandits ruining it. Thank you. I think I must go though. There's a lot of information to deal with. I have my own paperwork. Those Terrismen do like their forms. Thank you again." She could tell he was holding out on her about something. She'd find out. But she wasn't going to reward him for lying. She'd be polite and professional though. "Thank you." She offered her hand, to shake. "Thank you for you concern. " - he was mildly disappointed. She did have a nice body, and was smart enough. He shook her hand. "Perhaps another time. Please visit if you have need of anything else." He headed to the door. She left, going with what information she could to her mistress. "Perhaps another time." He was not about to compromise his integrity for a pair of pretty eyes, though. Perhaps lord Sindred could do with a mild rebuke about his agent's actions. He should pass that to his master. Finnar shook his head and went back to the paperwork. His lord would be sure to hear all about this visit, and check those documents she provided.

Hehe, so much fun You people and the Reckoners are going to provide Gateway with *years* of entertainment. Gateway, for one, would not hide his/its weakness. Let them try finding someone to honestly fall in love with something like me - I would just gate something heavy above such person, and forcefeed the resulting paste to the next of kin by gating it into their stomachs. I have nothing to fear from The Blaze, though I would be curious as to how/when he'd be able to feel me when my gates connect several places at once and I do not, strictly speaking, exist *in* the world - only on the border. Many fun experiments to look forward to! And I would also be curious to see Walker walk in space, so into the pluto orbit he goes... Light's arrogance seems like it would be an annoying kind though... He likes light? Sun is full of light... But RP-wise, Gateway is far too overpowered, like lvl9999 guys in Disgaea. I like Disgaea, though... And OP characters, for some reason...

Maybe... The thing is, I don't think Miles saw more than a flicker, if that, when compounding - his choice to use gold in the book seems deliberate. Maybe he just switches too fast for the gold to take hold. And then there is still a question of what would happen if you burn a metalmind you are tapping from at the time... Though maybe the second source would appear.

Ah, I've already posted it in prologue It was ignored there, so I'll just repost it here: Cheesy name: Gateway Costume - none (no body to wear it on)

Hmm... Vin isn't a Feruchemist, so she wouldn't be able to feel a reserve normally - she has to start burning to feel it. Miles, on the other hand, is, so he always feels a Feruchemical gold reserve (though he cannot access it when it comes from other people). Maybe if he starts tapping (a little), and then starts burning the bit of metal he is already tapping, he bypasses the Allomantic effect completely? Or he could start burning gold and choose not to tap for allomantic effect (as he apparently does once in the book). Or burn for Allomantic gold and then switch to Feruchemical gold by tapping.

not the same, but: