Satsuoni

There is a lot of new info in that recording

[ooc] OK, here are the somewhat cleaned up logs. I suggest you follow it up with a post on Sindred meeting Felendwyl, so I could continue on Alfiesearch without doubleposting[/ooc] I have finished cleaning and went into the house. The meeting with Lord Sindred was scheduled to start soon. He should be here any moment now. Sindred walked into the house and looked around for the Butler. Finnar, that was his name, was it not? He ahumed loudly. Finnar greeted lord Sindred politely, stepping out of the kitchen. "Ah, Lord Sindred. Master Satsu is ready to meet you. Please go this way, I have just ordered your refreshments served." He scratched the back of his neck, feeling the sweat. This robe was very hot, but necessary to hide the armorments. "Thank you, I appreciate your service." He nodded to the man politely, and started walking where the man had gestured. I wait in the meeting room, samples of metals already arranged on the table, feeling some trepidation. How would it go today? What does he know? The maids have prepared refreshments, and now only waited for a signal. Finnar moved in the small room near the meeting. He noted that Sindred didn't bring his female guard today. A pity. She was quite pretty. I hear footsteps outside, closing rapidly. He walked in, opening the door, and looked squarely at Master Satsu. He closed the door after him and walked up to Master Satsu. "Ah, Mr. Sindred. Welcome. Was the quality of the sample I provided satisfactory?" - I decide to start with a neutral topic. "Mr Satsu, It was of excellent quality. I thank you for that. You have a way with metals that does very much impress us. That was why I came today. I have a business proposition. May I have a seat?" "Of course, where are my manners? " - I point at the comfortable seat opposite of mine. - "Do you care for any refreshments?" "I am always open to good business propositions." He sat down in the comfortable chair, thankful for the rest. " I would appreciate a drink. It has been a long walk. May I? "He gestured at the refreshments near him, asking if he could take some." I wouldn't offer if it wasn't allowed, now would i? Seriously, society was overrated. "Of course, Mr. Sindred. Help yourself, if there is something that catches your eye." I pour myself some tea, to give him some time to choose. "Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality" He took a drink. Social niceties like this were very much necessary. You wouldn't want to accidently drink from their cup would you? "Anyway, onto the business. Are you aware of the antiallomantic properties of aluminium and its alloys?" (A maid comes in, repleneshing the drinks and snacks. She is a Coppercloud, Smoking, as is her job during my social meetings.) "Yes, of course. I have a theory that it absorbs Allomantic Investiture. Quite fascinating, really. Especially considering the fact that only some alloys of it share the same property." (Finnar can hear the voices in the other room, though faintly. He takes out a newspaper and starts to read it) (He'll hear if he is called) "Oh indeed. Its properties are very useful for those who do not wish to be disturbed by allomancers. My consortium is one of the top makers of aluminium weapons for those who can afford it. We have also been experimenting with other metals. Nicrosil for example. If one metal can absorb allomantic investiture, perhaps another can enhance it?" He shrugged his hands. "Not as far as I have been able to tell. As you know, I am a Nicrosil Twinborn, so I take some interest in Investiture research. It's allomantic effects are relatively well known, and do indeed seem to provide Investiture boost, but it seems pretty passive when not burned" "It is also one of the few alloys that include large proportion of non-metal" "Relatively speaking, of course." "Our men of letters have been studying a lot of variations. Some believe that with the right tweak to the formulation (and as you say, there are a lot of metals so you can vary it a lot) you could use the metal in a more mechanical way. And we have had some interesting results..." "Oh? That is most interesting. Would you like to share some of thoose results with me?" Interesting indeed. I almost forget that he is an adversary for a moment. He took a book out of his robe, and took it to a certain page. "We wanted you to make us rather large focusing objects. Ones that you could focus a lot of power through. With a particular formulation and make that would require a lot of nicrosil. And you would get the results of our experiments. Perhaps you could complete it." "Several tons worth of nicrosil." "Nicrosil being my specialty, that is not a problem per se. Depending, of course, on what grade you want it. I have several tons worth of middle grade in storage in my country manor, and I have about 500kg worth of high-grade in the warehouse just across the street. All grades are at least allomantic level, of course." "Shipping and creating more would take some time, though." The man nodded. "The grade needed is quite exacting. Using the wrong grade can leave one with an awful headache. Since you must tweak the formula of the nicrosil what nicrosil is there must be of a very high quality to use it effectively." On that note, we might be able to help supply more high grade. Have you heard of the recent advances in processing of such metals with electricity?" Careful now. "A little. Electricity is fascinating, isn't it? I believe the Vanishers used an electric smelter for hideout. I have heard the theory that it can be used for purification, but nothing that can be used outside of laboratory yet" "My best methods for now are mechanical, I am afraid." Sindred looked carefully at Satsu, trying to read his emotional state. (I am excited. One can see the places where my vibrissae would be vibrating slightly) (I am also apprehensive) (Note: I don't have vibrissae in normal form) Sensing that his words were hitting home, he continued. "We have developed more advanced ways of getting the chromium out from rocks. Do you remember the great experiments of scientists, with metals and acids in massive rows, of batteries? We have found ways to apply that to our own refinery. Would you be interested in that?" "Indeed I would be. Something that could increase the purity of Silicon wouldn't be amiss, either. How pure are we talking about here?" "That is simply a matter of how much power you can produce, as I understand it." That is interesting. The purer the metal, the better the results, yet I doubted many people beside Savants even noticed the finer grades of difference. "Ah, I see. That is most fascinating indeed, Lord Sindred. And what would you require from me in exchange for this technology?" I think. His book was good, but experimental results would be better. Much better. "It is equally applicable to aluminium, once we've worked out the kinks." "That should bring the prices down, I think. The ore itself is quite plentiful. I imagine many people are unhappy with that" "There are many powerful people with interests in Aluminium industry" Lord Sindred put his fist down on the table. "The first thing I would require is that you return the book you stole. I know you have it. We can deal with a few uppity houses." (He was already suspicious. Your answer to the question of refinement left him more so.) I wince. OK, this is not going well. "What makes you think I have anything of yours, Lord Sindred? I assure you, I have no such book in my possession" Since I have burned it to ashes, and all. [ooc]He would try to read your emotions as you said that. (I look mildly affronted. My eyes are hidden, of course. My hair look slightly bigger) (He would listen to see if you sounded like you were telling the truth.) (Often a person who is lying has a certain tone in their voice.) (Lying: Charm (liar) vs. Wits (listener)) (I am telling the truth, and sound like that So far anyway. But I am nervous, and he would notice my hair) He would try to detect if you were lying. (not so far. I am curious at why he is asking me that, and I don't have the book) [/ooc] "We know about your trained cats. We know how you use them for your goals. And that is your business. We don't care. Now, we can still work together if you stole the book. If you burnt it. If you sold it, we may have issues. Where is it?" [ooc](he assumes that the cats are well trained thieves, and that his tin burner was exaggerating) (he has some idea that there was a cat on the train.) [/ooc] "Trained cats, you say? Hm. Very well. The book was destroyed, mostly. I have copied out the schematics I was interested in. This is sensitive information however. Would you like to continue our discussion in my study?" [ooc](I am not good at hiding stuff. My staff, for instance, is willfully ignorant)[/ooc] Finnar listens to the voices, noting that Sindred's voice have risen. He is accusing Satsu of theft, it seems. Oh well. Master is not calling for him. He returned to his broadsheet. Sindred nodded, glad to have the truth. "Yes, we can continue in there. I am glad you didn't sell it. It would have gone poorly for you." No need to use his gun. He would happily follow him into the study, though he would keep his wits up for any trap (as foolish as that would be) and he tapped some small amount of steel to boost himself. He did his best to hide his speed boost though. I tap more Investiture to calm myself down. There seems to be something.. off.. about Sindred as I do that. My awareness of him didn't seem to… Ah well. Shouldn't matter. I lead the way to my study, checking my reserves as I go. Plenty of Investiture, Health, pewter in my stomach. Still not a good idea to go against Steel Feruchemists in case of confrontation. Sindred seemed to move.. faster - my eyes detected movement better than human eyes. Was he tapping? No matter. On the way, I called for Finnar to move the tray in the study as well, and then provide us some privacy. Sindred could see that the man looked more confident. Somewhat ready for a fight. He kept his steel up and walked after him confidently. He could fire a dozen bullets in a few seconds. He had no fear of a nicrosil twinborn. "I hope all unpleasantness can be put behind us. No more cats should enter our houses. And in the meanwhile, we can provide you with a great deal of nicrosil and other metals to work into various forms." "I can't guarantee that no cats enter your houses, naturally. I can take steps to make sure no cats that I… "trained" .. do, but sometimes they run wild. Still, they should keep away from your belongings. " "As for the metals, I have a lot of those. What I am most interested in is new technology." - I pull out a chair for Lord Sindred, and go to the wall to open secret compartment Finnar shows up with a tray, puts it on the table, bows, and withdraws to the lower floor. "So long as yours don't enter we will be good." "We have done a lot of research. We've found out all sorts of interesting ways to use the metals." "Yes.." - I withdraw the remnants of the book, arranged in a folder. I have made copies, of course. - "Here are parts of your book that are left intact, if you want them" "I am, indeed, quite good at precision and metal purification. I can usually tell if the Allomantic metal is pure enough, even if I can't burn them" "I am sure we can reach a mutually beneficial agreement" "I am sure. This business arrangement could earn you a lot of money. Thank you." He took the remnants of the book. "Make sure whatever copied you have are well hidden. If they turn up somewhere, even if a thief stole them, we shall know. Lets do business." "Quite so. What exactly do you require, and in what amounts? I am willing to waive up to 60% of my price for additional information about those purification methods, and allomantic research. I still have to cover my base material costs, of course" He pulled his robe down slightly from the top. A metallic mesh protected him. "I would be happy for such a good deal. We have found you can get a lot of results with expensive metals by making them into a metallic mesh. We would need several items made of meshes." "A good grade of metal is needed for them, and so we can provide you access to a furnace. We have a factory with a large electrical generator inside, where you could purify metals more easily." "And we have many special items we need made in nicrosil. You could talk to the feruchemists, perhaps learn from them how to better use your power." I look thoughtfully. "Hm? That is the mesh armor. I think it has Aluminium in it, but it doesn't protect your head. Sorry. Yes, I can make mesh objects. My existing manufacture assemblies can be modified easily enough. Though, in Elendel..." I can feel my spike scars itch. Something is going down with Alfie. Was he in danger? "Yes, I would take you on your offer. I would probably require some modification made to your equipment though, subject to your approval, of course" "I don't have an large enough foundry in the city myself, mine are near the mines." "Of course. Though you will have to approve them with the engineers there. I do not do much relating to the... smelting and such." He respected those who worked with it, but he didn't understand it well. "Of course. My methods are not secret. Most of them aren't." The itching is annoying. Distracting, somewhat. "I am looking forward to working with you" - Well, not truly, but I am looking forward to your information. Lord Sindred noticed the man was distracted. Had something happened? He wished Felen had been able to join him. Nothing escaped her eye. "I am too. Shall we shake on it?" "I was thinking about something more.. formal, to an extent. I have the brief contact forms here. The official workers like the paper trail, as you are well aware." I rummage in the cabinet, and withdraw two forms. "A preliminary contract should be fine, I think" "Of course." "Although this should be kept secret." "We don't want our mining efforts to get out to the general public." "Very well. I shall put down order of a ton of high-grade nicrosil from my stores, and the services, unspecified, duration of a month with possible extension. As well as a boilerplate in High Imperial, I trust you are familiar with it." I quickly fill out the form and give it to Sindred. "It does not mention your mining efforts… Let me see. Payment… Money and information exchange.. protected. I have done my share of such contracts in the laboratory I worked in. This should satisfy bureaucrats." I wonder how much can I trust this Sindred person. Does he not wonder why I keep wearing shaded glasses in the darkened room? He probably does. "That is excellent, I can sign that. I am familiar." He skims the form, and, assuming he found nothing out of the order, would sign it. I look as Lord Sindred goes over the forms. They should be in order, though it was a while since I last used those. As per orders, Finnar has passed word that master invoked privacy clause. The servants gathered in the kitchen for a repast. In the meanwhile,I was considering removing my glasses. Though... "Lord Sindred, as long as we are talking technology, have your heard rumors about the third Metallic Art of old? I have seen it mentioned in some sources as I searched for metallic lore" "Yes... This place is safe isn't it... I know a little of it. I know that the kandra and the koloss of old had spikes of power. We did some experimentation of our own." "Piercing someone with metal apparently isn't enough." "Oh? Quite safe, yes. Just the same…" - I go to the door, peer our, and then lock it. "Safer now." Sindred looked slightly confused. He tapped more steel, enough that he could run or fight a lot faster. "I had heard reports that people were stabbed by someone with metal..." "What about Kandra of now? I have seen you talking with one on the train. Sorry. The room is quite soundproof, and with the door locked we do not risk my staff accidentally overhearing our talk" "You can easily open it from inside. " "People stabbed with metal seems common enough. Most weapons are metal, after all" "Yes. Perhaps that was it. These incidents seemed unusual though. A thug of some sort, a bandit lord, had some metal object removed from his body and people reported the Kandra did it- though I asked them and they said they had done no such thing." "Most curious. I did read about the incident. What do you think it was?" "A rogue kandra perhaps? I know from reports of the times of Lord Ruler that it did happen." [ooc](he was slightly wary when you mentioned it, but he has no real idea of how that would work.)[/ooc] "Possible, though a bit frightening. Could this rogue Kandra be gathering power? Or working on special orders from Harmony to prevent the spread of such knowledge?" "I think it was most likely it was a power struggle, though. Makes the sleep easier.” Lord Sindred listened carefully to the man, taking note of his tone of voice and wondering if he was saying all he knew. He seemed very enthusiastic... [ooc](he would sense my curiousity, and that I am trying not to ask something.)(and ethusiasm, yes) (So, "I think it was most likely it was a power struggle, though" would register as true? (It would register uncertainty. It was a power struggle, but not between the powers he means)(but he'd probably notice that I am not telling everything)[/ooc] Sindred continued: "I do not know nearly enough about it. We don't have many contacts among those parts of society. Do you know any more?" This man knew something, he could tell. He was far too certain about what was happening, being authoritative on it. And he was hiding something. "Yes… Some. I collect rumors." "Just to know what is going on. The man who was killed called himself harmony" "Heretical." "Apparently he developed Connector ability some time ago, after brutally murdering a noble family" "If what I have read about third art is true, it was somehow involved" "I will look into whether this Harmony has any terris ancestry. If not... yes, the third art may be involved. I think I may know the noble family you mean..." News spread fast to him about any incident involving terrismen. Particularly of such a high profile slaughter of a famous connector... "And on the night of his murder, some of his guards have gone mad. Emotional allomancy or Connection is suspected." "Rumors are inconsistent about the nature of assailant" "As many seem to call Ironeyes as Kandra" "I know this Ironeyes is real. We have perfect records. He could be involved I suppose." "What do you know about him? I have always wondered what his goals are." "He pops in and out of history. Saving one person, killing another. Some of these incidents even make the broadsheets. Our people have had a few contacts with him." "Lord Mistborn had some contact with him I believe, though I don't know the records of those times well." "Do you think he'd involve himself in something like this incident?" I would like to lure him and capture for study! … and I think I need to calm down "Perhaps he already is involved. Perhaps he killed this Harmony and those thugs near the inquisitor's spike." "His motivations... I don't know that he ever showed any care for religious sensibilities. He helped people out a lot. He rescued people from danger." "Hm. most people consider him Death incarnate." "People see him when they are close to death.I imagine seeing that face, with its dead iron eyes, would terrify anyone." "I see. That might explain it." "But you have mentioned experiments before. Were there any interesting results?" "Which experiments? We've done a lot." "The metallic art ones. Mechanical ones, or those related to the third art." The man waved his hand. "Nothing of great import. We have tried putting metallic spikes into gold feruchemists in various places- pewter, tin, iron, steel- some resulted in some damage to the person, some weakening, but we could find no way to impart these qualities onto another." "I see. We shall leave that information out of our deal, then. Mechanical usage of metallic arts would be more than enough." "Yes, I probably shouldn't share those results. They cost a lot of blood for those brave enough to volunteer. The results are theirs, not ours." "Speaking of which, we appear to be done with contract. Are the forms to your liking?" "Yes. You seem worried. Do you have some business to attend to? I am satisfied with the forms." "I might be. I also have other matters to attend to, and I have to arrage the transfer of nicrosil, as per our agreement. I shall sign the forms now." I proceed to sign the forms, including the copy going to the officials. I then proffer the forms back to Lord Sindred. Lord Sindred would sign anything necessary, and nodded. "I will leave you be then. I am glad we had this chat." "Indeed. I apologize about your book." "Let me see you off. Do you want Finnar to order a cab for you?" "Yes, thank you, I would appreciate that." I nod, and head downstairs, opening the door on the way. I find Finnar flirting with one of the maids, and ask him to arrange a cab. I then rejoin lord Sindred "I shall be off then. Thank you for your hospitality." "Thank you. Please do not hesitate to contact me." The cab arrives. "I shall be seeing you." With that, Lord Sindred leaves.

We don't. We do know that Hemalurgy can be used to steal anything encoded in soul, including Shardblades, for instance. Maybe some Atium alloys steal Health, making your healing speed 1.8 times faster, or longevity, making you age 1.8 times slower. The other Shardic powers, of course And atium can steal everything

Note, however, that in the book, Marsh thinks (controlled by Ruin): The man is full Feruchemist. Likewise, when Spook gets the spike: So, in every case I can remember from the books, the spikes of various metals are driven through the heart for power extraction. Hence, I believe that heart does work like a universal hub for power extraction, and in the quote Brandon referred to the fact that you can, technically, use another point to steal a specific power without killing a person. As for the Mistborn spike, my theory is twofold: 1. Moving spikes is unpleasant, especially when they go through one's vital organs. 2. The unbound powers continue to decay normally, and become useless in a few days. @Kadrok: Atium spikes do decay, just less so. All spikes decay, being of Ruin. Where did you get info about spiking Pewter into earlobe, by the way? I don't recall that being mentioned

One might also want to peruse this topic, in which many implications have been discussed.

There is more evidence. For example, here: And probably more, but I can't search right now. We also know (IIRC) that Honorblades are fancy shardblades. Dawnshard, on the other hand, seems to be something else. Maybe it is something that can be used to force Odium to choose a champion? Binding him, as it were.

[ooc]Another page's worth I'll be back with more after work[/ooc] There is a brick wall there, almost reaching the roof. No way out. Alfie could fly up. Use steel. But then she would shoot him again. Maybe... He tapped connection. Lots of it. Made himself adorable. Then collapsed. He had little hope of stopping it, but perhaps she would hurt him less. While the cat was staggering about, losing blood, Felendwyl almost reached the pavement. Suddenly, she felt intense love and protectiveness towards the cat. Poor, helpless creature seemed in pain. While she was still curious, it wouldn't do to hurt it overmuch. She approached and started to bind Alfie's wounds. Alfie felt his wounds being bound. It was working. He burnt zinc to increase the woman's feelings of love and care. Peripherally, Felendwyl was aware that something wasn't right, but right now she couldn't stop herself. The cat seemed just so precious! She bound his wounds to stop blood loss and decided to carry it to her house for more treatment. Whatever plans she had for interrogation went completely out of her mind. Alfie felt himself being moved and snuggled into her arms. She was murderous and crazy but for now he'd play the part. He had enough connection to last him for three hours or so, and his Zinc was full, about an hour’s worth. He’d have to be careful with its usage. He'd use it more sparingly, to reinforce at key times. He also had some metal cotton on his stomach. After retrieving her dagger, Felendwyl carefully climbed the rope back to the roof. She then retrieved the rest of her gear on the roof, taking care not to jostle the cat, and started down on the other side. She carefully heads towards her house, not far from lord Sindred's manor. Getting back should take her about an hour, though she supposed she could hire a coach. Yes, that would be best. She hailed a cab once safely on the street. Soon enough, she was riding a comfortable coach, stroking the poor beast Alfie was woozy, yet relatively comfortable. He would go along, slowly healing. He loves everybody, especially Felendwyl, since she cares for him. He wants to thank her. He felt so loved and cared by the woman. There was something in his head yelling no. But he yelled yes. (Alfie's poor condition weakens his minds somewhat. He can feel the next Zinc use rebound strangely, as if distorted by one of his spikes) [EDIT][ooc]p2[/ooc] (He also hears a voice "If you love her, kill her!") For just a moment, Zinc affects wrong emotion. Suddenly, Felendwyl is overcome with curiosity! Carefully, so not to hurt the animal, she starts to look him over. She discovers some kind of metal cotton on the stomach, tangled in fur. Even more curious, Felendwyl tried to carefully remove cotton, but to no avail. It was too tangled. Alfie felt so in love. Fel was the most wonderful person he had ever met. So beautiful, and kind, and sweet. Giving up on cotton, she checked for broken bones. …The way her skin looked. She was radiant… Alfie feels a curious twinning sensation in his head. Alfie heard a voice, distantly. “Kill her kill her kill her kill her kill kill kill kill kill kill kill… (I would love to hear her scream)” Felendwyl was so caring to him. So why did he feel like this? One of the spikes felt sore. One of his mental spikes. In the meanwhile, Felendwyl discovered that this cat had strange-formed ribs with slight edges. One of the more normal ribs was broken, though. She bound it tightly. Truly, this was a magnificent, mysterious cat. She should never let it go. Alfie had to know. He started flaring tin, pushing through the pain, trying to identify what was going on. He twitched. Never, Felendwyl thought. She bound its broken paw to his body, tightly. The voice in Alfie’s head came into focus. "She is one of the most dangerous, sadistic evil people you will ever meet. Kill her. Kill her now." ("She is like me") ("I want to frolic with her on the fields of death") Alfie clenched a still functioning paw. He looked around. Where was he? He looked around with tin and steel, trying to work out where he was. (he was in the coach, closing to Felendwy'ls house) (some metal around, though not too much. The windows provide a good view of the sky from his angle) (more metal beams in the distance, buildings) (Are the windows open?) (Terris compound, close enough to make out with Steelsight, just to the left. No, the windows are closed.) Alfie resolved to make a break for it when the door opened. He cared for her. He couldn't hurt her. If he stayed he'd have to kill her. Or she'd have to kill him. That's what you did to people you loved. You hurt them.

New bit of info from Phoenix ComiCon: Audio, around 49:00:

Economics never made any sense to me... It is, after all, based on human delusions Only a few days ago we had a discussion with Nepene where he tried to explain to me how government bonds manage to pay me back interest from my own taxes... I am still not sure EDIT: I don't particularly feel bad about it, though Like many other human-related sciences, I just accept that it is not for me.

Well, Spheres can be used for soulcasting, as long as they are close enough to surgebinder - that is what Shallan used to soulcast that goblet, a garnet broam. It was also later used by Jasnah to Soulcast Shallan's blood into blood. So a single broam is pretty effective. The thing is, the larger the object soulcast, and the smaller the gem, the more probability that the gem would shatter. (Also, probably, more stormlight is needed). The large gems, like Gemheart, can be used almost indefinitely for pretty wide range of Soulcasting, so they probably would not be split until they shatter naturally, and the splinters would be pretty large as well. So that is probably the reason (plus fiat, whatever that is ). More of the larger and sphere-sized gems are tied up in soulcasting, less are used for active currency, and so they are more valuable. Or something.

I finished installing the spike - complete with a small metalmind - in myself, and purred in relief as tapped Health - I should get around to refilling it soon - healed the entry wound. This was going to prove very useful. Combined with my Investiture, I could make a small bit of Health go a long, long way, even refilling the metalmind as I used it, at the cost of increased dependency on Nicrosil. I swallowed another bead, and went on to clean the place up - the dye did smell quite dreadfully, nya. Alfie wouldn't help with that, on account of not having arms flexible enough, and maybe other reasons, like lazyness, nya! All to the best, of course. A lot of things here required a steady hand. It took a while to wash off, dry and place all the instruments. Curiously peaceful activity. After I was done, I grabbed some more samples for upcoming meeting and returned to my study to engage in paperwork. [ooc] In the meanwhile, Felendwyl spots a black cat running up the wall and proceeding to move in general south direction, making unnaturally long leap as in neared the gap between buildings. It so happens that the cat is moving in the direction of the roof she is on, and, with the wind blowing at her from the cat, she could smell a strange smell of herbs mixed with hot metal. (Dyestuff, will take a while to wear off completely). If the cat were to continue, it would pass quite close to her hiding place. She finds a hefty brick nearby, and prepares to throw. You have indicated that you would like a confrontation. So far, she wants to take a cat alive, so she doesn't use a gun immediately. [/ooc]

OK, my thoughts about Ryan's thoughts: I agree with that. After all, the church is full of gears, and 2D creatures have shown that they can adapt to the sensation. While I am not sure, my imagination shows the Shadowblaze crawling into Rithmatists' mouth and extending chalky tendrils into brain. That would go a long way towards explaining their silence... I am probably over-thinking it. Quite so. I disagree with this, since once the forgotten is gone, chalklings instantly revert to humans, their abilities seemingly intact. So the Shadowblazes are not eaten or damaged in any perceptible way. Note that not all wild chalklings are like the ones made from humans. Some seem normal enough, and if they all could reform as human-based can, the Nebrask would have probably fallen long since. I am relatively certain that Forgotten make wild chalklings, most of which are just chalk. Also, the Forgotten inside Nalizar seems smart enough and largely unaffected by light (though apparently it dislikes it) , so it is apparent that they vary greatly. Their natural form is charcoal drawn..something: Maybe... Or they were ancient american people, independent of human, two tribes of them. That, I am not sure about. If that was so, the conversion of RIthmatists should have been their primary mode of attack. Though it is possible that they have simply forgotten about this technique. Heh, that is possible They saw awesome gears and decided to use humans as a weapon. Aspergers. From my POV, as a mild case, I'd say.. maybe? He doesn't seem asocial enough to warrant a diagnosis. One can, after all, be a savant without being autistic, as it only counts when there are negative sides involved. Heh, sacrificing corpses of innocent creatures for power I wonder if anybody tried to practice Rithmatics with oil or other substances.

"Very well, let's go with the spike first." I point to the table. "This one should be easy enough. I'll just make a small cut in your skin, slip it inside and clip it on your rib with the point going inside. I'll numb the area, of course." I explain the procedure in some detail as I lay out the instruments and the white powder used for numbing. "After I am sure the entry wound is secure, you'll have to take a bath in that" - I gesture at the small tub full of green-black mixture smelling of beans and metal, -"And wait for a while, as it goes into your fur and starts to oxidize. After that, we shall wash it off, and you can dry up in front of the furnace, there, while I install my own spike." [ooc] Please indicate if we should perform the whole operation over IRC. If you want, you can skip over it and go to the point of Alfie exiting the building, when Felendwyl would probably try to kidnap you. [/ooc]

Come on, now, Kurkistan, if you necro the thread, at least do the same ritual you did last time As fro what "in the Physical" means, well... As usual, I refer to the phenomenon of "talking goblet", who apparently had the memory (of it being a goblet for a while), perception (of Shallan having Stormlight), etc, and clearly didn't have anything like that in the Physical realm. Syl had her name stored somewhere, after all, but on physical, she couldn't access it before the bond. Hence, she had the mechanism of cognition, that could probably be accessed directly from Shadesmar and activated there, but couldn't properly use it. A flawed analogy would be different ways of cognition in a dream - for example, in a dream, I can sometimes think and act like a girl, but I can not access this in the waking state, and barely remember it, though I regain memories and cognitive scheme the next time I dream that dream. (Note the flawed part)

@Phantom: Ruin had his mists too, and mists are more or less under Shard direct control, so they don't count.

It says "useful to", and doesn't mention any side effects, so at a guess, yes, they can burn it safely. Mind you, I am pretty sure the awesome power of Hemalurgy changes what you call "baseline" - after all, gold healing doesn't try to push the spikes out and restore eyes in Inquisitor - the spikes, are , after all integral parts of his body and spiritual makeup. Heh, I know that well. Many of my posts are but a lapse of impulse control brought on by exhaustion and stress Note that aluminum Savant can purge him/herself of "unwanted effects of other Investitures", though the process of becoming Savant is unpleasant: I thought it might be good to have that reference here.

For what it is worth, the game states that Hemalurgists can use aluminium: Since many of the spikes go straight through vital organs, in a sense, becoming vital organs themselves, negating them somehow would usually kill Hemalurgist on the spot. My theory of what Aluminium does has been posted elsewhere Incidentally, the game states that tapping a huge amount of identity would wipe your Identity completely. Also, a small correction: Ruin didn't want to have Atium. It was the power ripped off from him by Preservation and trapped into a physical cycle, making them equal (so the amount of power ripped is equal to the extra amount Invested in humans by Leras)

I watch Alfie eat for a moment before joining him. The breakfast was good, as usual, though my sense of taste was not like it once was - no cat could taste sweetness, after all, so my own ability in that regard was reduced. Good for my teeth, nya. That done, it was time for the operation, and color change. I tell that to Alfie, and leave the room, trusting him to follow me. I lead him to the entrance to the larger, underground lab where the previous operation has taken place. This operation will be much easier, since the form of the spike was specifically designed for easy entry into the cat's body. Nya... I wince at the though of having to cut up myself, though. At least I'll be able to heal instantly. I look around, and without spotting anyone, I descent into the laboratory. "Yes, glossy black should be fine. Hmm. Indigo and henna mix should work. Better not paint you with metal oxides, many of them are toxic. The process will use powdered Zinc as reduction agent, something I have in abundance and you'll be able to burn off if it gets into your bloodstream after reforming." - I talk largely to myself, as I prepare a strange-smelling mixture in a large vat. After that is done, I lay out my instruments necessary for the operation, and look around for Alfie. [ooc]Henna+indigo should give glossy, bluish-black color, if I understand it correctly. Also, EVENT: I have not spotted her, but Felendwyl have seen us go out of the building, though she have not spotted the entrance, being careful to keep her distance. Please decide or roll for yourself if Alfie have noticed her. Either way, she may move in to kidnap Alfie after he emerges. [/ooc]

The thing is, it doesn't take much to change "molecular structure" enough to produce a different effect. Steel is iron with 1-2 percent carbon, yet physically and allomantically a different metal. Atium is probably 90% spiritual by weight, uses itself as a fuel and filter at the same time and grows from crystals, so it being similar to its material anchor in a function that is unnatural to its essence is in no way guaranteed. Also, Allomantic functions are how human bodies interpret the power. For Ruin, burning Atium would give it it's power back, and that is the power to do anything.

Once again, you ignore the fact that Spiritual overlay can mess up electromagnetic forces that determine the molecular structure of said atoms. It may be aluminum, electrum or even oxygen or non-baryonic matter altogether, but wrapped in Ruin's essence it behaves like metal. I for one am very curious as to what it decays in body to - but nobody in trilogy ever bothered swallowing it en masse and waiting for it to go away - it was simply too valuable. And, as mentioned twice already, it uses different power source.

Ninja'd by Windy... Mind you, spiritual wrap might be the only thing that keeps Atium together. Are we sure, that without it it is even metal? It grows like crystal/mineral, it is apparently digested in the body - while usually a swallowed lump of metal simply goes out, as my father, who had the habit of eating bolts as a child, can attest . It is unstable (in body), dense (as lead or close enough), doesn't seem to form oxides... Also, spiritual can warp normal physical forces, creating a completely different structure from its normal form. Also, it serves as Allomantic fuel by itself, rather than as a gateway, so its atomic structure is possibly less relevant. Also, if it is already a gold alloy, won't adding more gold (Malatium) make it another gold alloy? And how does your theory work for Lerasium-Atium alloys?

For all we know, the top of the church might be Rithmatic, or taken over by Shadowblazes completely. And the lower tier just point out better victims... Joel should read the whole book, and pester Melody till she spills. She was ready to do it, too... Maybe asking Nalizar is a better bet for him And I wonder who were "they" he mentioned...

I feel mildly annoyed to be ignored so thoroughly Regardless, I find the phrase very ambiguous. Fir example, fourth entity removed - is that Shadowblaze with something removed, or is Shadowblaze itself " fourth entity removed"? Also, the fact that Nalizar can distinguish Rithmatists probably means that he sees something attached to them that is familiar, while other humans look like crows do to us - more or less the same. Hence the probability that, in fact, the church is secretly controlled by a cabal of Shadowblazes.

We know some things: (from Reddit ama) Whatever that means. I am still pretty convinced that "soul" here refers to Spiritual entity, though that can be debated. As for gravity - I am relatively sure those bonds would regenerate, the same as the rock can (in theory) be made whole again if you push halves close enough... in vacuum... before they are contaminated... without breaking it further. For gravity, you are already close enough, and the link is huge enough, so the effect will probably be insignificant.

I couldn't help myself. The stress must have been getting to me, since I have vividly imagined Alfie in many colors, ranging from normal cat coloring to incredibly bizarre hairdos. I had the dyes. The concept amused me enough to snerk and break into laughter. I laughed for about 5 minutes, only stopping when movement scraped a temporal across one of my ribs. [ooc]I have tried to illustrate my imagination. As you know, I am not good with drawing, but the results at least seem cat-like.[/ooc] "Soory about that. It appear that I may need more rest than I thought. Changing your fur color is a good idea, though I only have the skill to make you into monotone cat - I can't replicate fur patterns like stripes well. So, what'd it be? Black, white, orange? Something in-between, like those fancy blue breeds? Though you did mention black... Since you'd have to take a bath in the dye, I suppose we'd have to do this just before operation, since I don't keep a cat-sized tub here..." I hear the steps outside. "Ah, this must be breakfast." And indeed, Finnar arrives with a tray that he sets on the table. aroma of fried fish wafts from it. He also brings some more paperwork and my schedule. I thank him, and he withdraws. "Well then, it looks like breakfast comes first."