hoidhunter

Thanks. Great minds think alike. I'm very proud of myself for this, mediocre as it may be...

...literally (pun intended)...both are fictional geographic areas that the popular author Brandon Sanderson has used as a setting for some of his literary works...both begin with the letter R...both are two syllables...both have an even number of letters...both exist in books series that are very long...and I assume that Car'a'carn has read every word (so far) of story that takes place in/on them...and (i believe) both are large, Pangaea-esque continents... otherwise...both would be nice places to live if it were not for a baleful, magical, super powerful, presence. a long book series is like a live in girlfriend...

Alas...the image is too large. But I did NOT specify that it has to work. Upvote for effort. It's the nicest thing a talking cucumber has ever done for me...

-Beldre stared at the lone shrub. Her brother, "the Citizen", had tried to remove all vegatation from the garden...but the one sad shrub persisted in growing back. Again...and again. "It's like me really." she thought, "Trampled and abused...but still alive...just sad." The shrub missed Beldre. Days had passed, and the sad but lonley girl had not returned as she always did. The shrub hoped that Beldre was safe...so many bad things were happening these days. It reminded the shrub of what had happened long ago. People didn't realize, but the shrub had been alive for a very long time. That being said, the shrub was very bad as judging the passage of time. Still, it knew that the times when it's friend Kwaan had first spoken with it were ages in the past. Somehow, being spoken to...being awakened...had granted the shrub a perminance that it's cousins lacked. This time was worse than before. Much worse. That fateful day a thousand years past, when the world itself changed, had been very difficult for the shrub to survive...but survive it did. This time, however, the world was not changing...it was dying. The earth that held it's roots buckled and roiled. The wind that whipped at it's ash strangled branches was hot and dry. The shrub feared...for the first time in a long time, that it was going to die. It thought...thought with all of it's being...of escape. Of going somewhere...anywhere else. Suddenly, without explanation, the shrub was...well...elsewhere. The shrub did not know where it was...only that it was drifting somehow. Through time and space...like a piece of flotsam on a great cosmic tide. Bit by bit...over time...the shrub could feel itself fading...losing pieces of itself. Every leaf, every scrap of root, and every twig that disappeared...left it's remaining parts more...REAL. The after an eternity had passed and only a fraction of the shrub remained...something started to change. The shrub could feel itself being pulled in a direction. While once there was nothing...sensation begain to return. Darkness and silence was slowly replaced by cold and fading light. All at once, the shrub realized that it was adrift on a freezing ocean. For a time it floated on the surface, rising and falling with the waves. After days and days...it was finally dashed upon a sandy shore. For the first time in an immeasurable expanse of hours, the shrub was still. It lay on the beach with a deep satisfaction. "Here I am. And here I will stay." it thought. As the time had passed, the shrub had been coming to terms with the changes it had gone through...with the pieces of self that it had lost. While it was painful to realize, the realization was clear...the shrub was a shrub no longer...it was a stick. Days passed, marked by the rising and falling of the sun, and nothing happened. That was, until one day, the stick was lifted and carried. The sensation was abrupt and unexpected. After the trauma of it's journey and the peace of coming to terms with it's new form, the stick did not like being moved...it did not like the change. "Become fire." A voice said. It was strange, the voice seemed to speak directly into the stick's mind. The voice was compelling...something about it made the stick want to obey...but...after all that it had been through...it would NOT. With as much conviction as it could manage, it replied, "I am a stick." I realize it's a little rough, I just kind of banged it out. But...as my first officially piece of fan fiction, I give you "The cosmic voyage of a shrub...aka...the origin of the stick."

Oh...I immediatley latched onto Felt. Before really getting into the 17th shard community, I assumed that it must be Hoid using a disguise and alias...after signing up and posting the idea, I was informed that there are in fact MANY worldhopping characters, at that I had probably found another. Following that...I started re-reading his parts to try and distinguish anything unusual. My best guess, is that he is native to Scadrial...and his roll as house Venture's spymaster and subsequently Elend's spy, is probably legit, and not some guise donned to meddle in cosmic events. In Hero of Ages, he doesn't appear...but it's mentioned that he is keeping an eye on one of the storage caverns...so it is pretty safe to assume that he survived the "end of the world." However, in WoR, it seems like he is instrumental in bringing about a very important event.

You did not ask for a boon...as a result...wibbly-wobbly, Shardy-wardy stuff happens...chaos insues... I STILL wish for a new Bobba Fett image for my profile...Aniko said that I got it...but clearly I did not...

It's both. I have a lot to say on this subject...but I'm mobile. All behavior is habit forming...and fueling your super power is going to be no different. So even with no physical cost...you can get used to having a crazy ability...and feel naked without it. Like (assuming you can hear) if you suddenly went deaf. You're not addicted to hearing (chemically)...but NOT being able to hear would mess up your day. In allomancy, it depends on the metal. Flaring pewter all the time can make you die when you stop...but flaring copper all the time just makes your bubble bigger...(unless it also makes you grouchy and paranoid...look in at you clubs) That being said...there is definitely a pattern of characters describing the actual danger of depending on investiture. Kaladin internally mentions several times that being without stormlight feels "bad". Just sayin'

This is (frustratingly) unconfirmed...but a long time ago I noticed that a character named Felt appears in both the mistborn books, and WoR. I strongly suspect that he is a worldhopper. I was so proud of myself when I found this, it led to me becoming a member and posting my first thread...

Ah... I wonder just how many RAFO's are actually (I haven't decided and don't want to make something up on the spot)

"CHEATING CREMEATER!!1!!1111!!" after every sentence you say on this thread... There...my debt has been paid... You are granted your library, every book in it is "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" Your bane is...you have to read each individual book in your library before reading anything else... I wish for a new Boba Fett image for my profile pic...

That is a truely horrifying scene...I feel the same way about the rest of that movie... ...the only horror movie I've ever seen where the crazy sociopaths have a cute little parade...

Granted...you are now a person who makes things out of copper...but are neither an allomancer or feruchemist... Your bane is, when people ask why you make so much stuff out of copper...you have to explain the cosmere to them... I wish for someone to life the curse placed upon me by Car'

Yup...those would be the horrible nightmareish creatures in question...giant lobsters don't sound so bad...

Does goopy ichor count as blood?

I don't want either near any of my orifices... "Math is like Building with Legos" Following the instructions sucks all the fun out of both...

I actually tried to post a picture of sharktopus...but I couldn't get the image to format...

Neat. Thanks for finding the quote...upvote That being said...what exactly would the afore mentioned "strange consequences" be? could this be a cleaner (possibly temporary) way to obtain someone else's powers? Could you kill a feruchemist with a spike, steal their metal minds, burn the spike to adopt their Spiritual identity, and then use their feruchemial stores? And what, if any, would be the different effects...depending on what trait, power, etc., had been stolen with the spike?

So this has been addressed before? I'd love to see that WoB...but from my experience reading interview and signing questions with Brandon...he probably literally said "that would have some weird effects." I see what you're saying about identity not being an issue with hemalurgy. Thanks for the input.

I would spike a chasmfiend with the surge of gravitation...and worldhop the F outta there!!!

While trying to get my over caffeinated mind to sleep last night, I found myself pondering the cosmere (as usual). Something occurred to me that I don't remember ever seeing addressed. What would happen if someone tried to swallow and burn a piece of metal that had a hemalurgic charge instead of a feruchemical one? Now, there are obvious reasons why this would be hard to attempt in the first place. Following the rules, an allomancer can't take just any old metalmind and burn it...it is keyed to the feruchemist's identity...so the only people who can compound are people who, for whatever reason, can use the same metal for both feruchemy and allomancy...twinborn, hemalurgist, etc. Assuming that this remains constant with the theoretical situation I'm positing, you would have to either: A: Take a shaving off of a spike already in your body B: Spike yourself, survive, and still have access to the ability to burn the type of metal the spike is made of. Method A sounds a lot easier to pull off...method B...almost impossible... I could easily accept that this is just not something that works...which is why it has never been addressed. But just for fun, what do you guys think would be the result of hemalurgic compounding?

Thanks for the defining quote oversleep. You are indeed correct. In regard to the question you posed next...I'm guessing that "douche bag" is not an acceptable answer? "Lookin at you dark alley!"

Chasm fiend...

I guess at this point...without an in world reference or a quote from Brandon confirming the possibility...we can say that it is possible, as far as we know. Just out of curiosity...what makes you say easily? It seems that, were it possible, it would still be quite the involved process...

Thanks...as people have to answer my requests for wishes that way...I wanted to make sure they had accurate information. Do you think the exact number of ! is important...or just used for dramatic effect this one time?

is there a reason for the 1s...or were they supposed to be ! as well...?