Sirce Luckwielder

It seemed to fit so well that I didn't know if the wine was metaphorical or literal.

Words of Radiance spoiler:

10/10 This is an all-around good signature. It has nice formatting. The points are centered and separated by lines, which is a nice touch. Even with several peices of information it still looks clean. It has quotes, links to espoused theories, and statistics of Sanderson Elimination. All-around good. Well done. Is it better now?

Is it Szeth? The four things could be Stormlight, the balck sphere from Gavilar, his sword of spoileriness, and the fourth his Oathstone.

I give you a seven. Not a seven out of ten, or a seven out of a hundred, just seven. No ratio means you can take ir however you dang well want.

This is so beautiful. It has inspired me to display my respect for Stick through short poem.

Eshonai?

You think that would work. The last time someone tried to take Brandon's power and give it to another Adonalsium shattered.

This would probably actually be a good question to ask Brandon. Even just a normal Shardbearer with a dead Shardblade being a Lifeless would be a scary concept.

One thing that I believe is that it is a compromise between Allomancy and Hemalurgy. With Allomancy, you have an end-positive system. You get power where there was none before. With Hemalurgy, you have an end-negative system. Power is lost between the spike donor and the recipient. This makes sense based on Ruin's Intent of destruction and Preservation's Intent of continuity. A combination of the two gives Harmony. To keep with the theme, Feruchemy is an end-neutral system. You can't get super vision without having bad vision for a time. I think it is something like that, but I'm not quite sure.

I think making a Lifeless out of a former Knight Radiant would be scary. Now there is a mindless Shardbearer who follows commands perfectly, never tires, and does not require food. Even if he can no longer use Stormlight, he would still be hard to face.

I only had a second to write it up. I'll do a better one next time. It didn't take long to get, but it still took some effort, so I think it was okay.

Yes. It is Kaladin. The floating sea is the air, which he is master of. I was thinking of how the eels flew around rather than being water creatures.

Nobody has got it so far. I was guessing this one would be hard. Not with a water sea, but with a floating one. Here is my hint: it may help to look at the different fauna of his worlds.

A pessimist I ride a floating sea, Kill my friends, and am praised in the act.

Well, we have no idea exactly how the FTL of the third trilogy will come about. Could it be that they have the Southern Scadrian machines chain Duralumin and Nicrosil in ways that massive amounts of Steel are burned to shoot the ships across the galaxy?

When you know you'd be a terrible Mistborn because you are always losing your change.

By that logic, shouldn't David have powers? We all know how he rambles on . . . and on and on and on . . .

Nalizar from The Rightmatist? Or the Scribbler?

Dragoon sat in an massive chair, it's size almost more of a couch. It was covered in layers of pillows and fine silks, making it a fine piece. With a flick of his hand, a servant girl rushed over, carrying a plate full of sweets. He pulled off his glove, not wanting to get it dirty with the food before him. It was, after all, leather imported from Italy. He forced the girl to wait a moment as he gazed at his hand. As a youth, he had once used his hands for work, scraping by a living after his parents had abandoned him at age nine. He had become mixed up with the local crime ring, the Black Wolves, and had worked as a messenger/tough until he had been about thirty. With the arrival of Calamity, he had gone from barely more then a walking brick to the leader of the Cavalry, the new crime ring he had set up in the stead of the Black Wolves. Now, looking at the hand, he felt pride. Where he had once had a muscled, and callused hand, he now had the hands of a successful man. Almost gone were the calluses, the scars would stay forever, but had faded a bit. The hand was soft, no longer accustomed to work. It had a little fat on it, but he prefered that to the layers of muscle he had previously had. Besides, he was successful, he had the right, no the duty to splurg. Now that he was an Epic, he didn't need to do work. People scrambled and begged to serve him. After the many years of work, he deserved it. Lifting his hand, he picked up a sweet and placed it into his waiting mouth. Ah. The delicacies one could enjoy through power! As he reached his hand out for another sweet, the door swung open, revealing one of his Horsemen. Dragoon hastily plopped the chocolate in his mouth, then hurredly pulled on his glove. Prescience stood respectfully against the wall, waiting for his master to allow him to proceed. Even though he had powers of Epic proportion, Prescience was still only a human, one of four mortal men that Dragoon had Gifted powers to. Once the glove was replaced, Dragoon waved him into the room. "Sir," he said, inclining his head into an almost-bow, "the pirate ship has entered the bay. What would you wish us to do?" Hmmm, I was wondering when he would arrive. Mary had been becoming more and more restrictive of trade of late and he needed her gone. The pirate fit into the equation to make that happen. "Send Journey tomorrow morning with Affinity to meet him. Tell them to bring him, and one other person if he wishes it, to the sitting room tomorrow to discuss what our plans are. Tell Affinity to give him the normal run of questions and see if he is truly here to help. I have too much weighing on this. I need to be absolutely sure of this." With another head tip/bow, Prescience left the room, leaving Dragoon able to go back to enjoying his sweets. Winterspell took the news of Dustdevil in stride. He hadn't noticed the other Epic get hit since he had been so concerned on fighting that fire Epic. Before stepping into the portal, he thought about the implications that he would have here. He turned to Deathgale. He knew that the wind Epic thought him soft for caring about his soldiers, so he chose his words carefully. "If there is any chance of saving him, Blindsight will be able to do it. Can Mary send me to Icesteel Keep? I can pick him up and while I am there I'll talk to Lightwrough so she can stop extending the daylight. It won't take more than a moment and it will get him off of your hands st the soonest moment possible. I know that Mary can only get me where her blood is, but once I am at the wharf I can get into the Keep and out of it as soon as possible."

"Sure, but let's make sure to not make the admins mad. Keep casualties to a minimum, not break too many things, you know. I probably should use ASL whenever we're in public, just in case we run back into those hooligans again. Unless you have some special signs you want to show me, I'm ready to go. You only need to show them to me once." Kinesis was legitimately terrified for one of the first times since he had been granted Epic powers. In his perfect little world, a world where he was omnipotent and nothing escaped his notice, he had just been show up. First, an Epic had come within inches of killing him, all without him noticing. Him; the ultimate sentry, the omnipotent god. Second, blood had erupted out of his shirt. Matter teleportation wasn't something that he hadn't seen before, but the unexpected covering of blood had caught him off guard. It had felt like Mary had turned on him. In that moment, as blood began covering him, he had thought he was going to die. The worst thing was just standing there. When the shock had worn off, he hadn't even moved to shake off the blood. He had tried to use his teleportation power, but something about the blood made him unable to move it with his mind. In those seconds, he hadn't been the god he had thought. He hadn't even been an ant. He had been less. And it scared him beyond belief. As he came out of his thoughts, he looked around him. Diamond glistened everywhere. A pure, flawless mass of it. Flawless except for one thing. On the ground around him was a mass of blood. He wondered how Mary could have been so sloppy. The blood was all over, and it seemed to be spreading. Looking around for its source, he started. The blood emanated from where his legs were. No. Where his legs should have been. Where he had once had long, strong, and powerful legs, there was now nothing but two stumps and a mass of skin and blood. With a horrible rush, he finally perceived the pain. It overtook him, and in that sickening, biting, bitter moment, he knew he would never walk naturally again. Not only had that Epic snuck up on him, but he had handicapped him forever. If that cursed Mary hadn't stepped in, he would be dead, he would be nothing. He owed his life to that witch. That horrible monster that Winterspell so disliked, and Kinesis with him. She was responsible for saving him, even with this handicap. He would have rather died. Someone ran past. He yelled at them, almost in primal way drawing them over. "I can't do anything with this pain. Give me some morphine, sever my spine, I don't care. Just get me a bandage for this wound, get rid of the pain, and get me out of here!" He yelled the last sentence with fury, angrily shooing the person way. He felt them running away, hopefully to summon a healing Epic or a surgeon. Looking at the blood that coated him, he growled out through the pain. "Mary, as soon as I can get out of here, you better put me in the fight again! You hear?!? You hear?!?" Quietly, almost to himself, he shed a tear. Not from the physical pain, but the mental and emotional pain. As soon as he was in the fight again, he would pay that Epic back. He wouldn't kill him, no, that would be too easy. No, he would make him suffer. A hundred times his agony wasn't enough to satiate this pain. Once he had destroyed him, he would once again be the god he knew himself to be. Thinking of his revenge, he cackled manically and hoarsely to himself as someone came in to attend to his wounds.

So, in the event that people attack Icesteel Keep, I figure that I should have the minor Epics ironed out. Most of them will be just there to put up a decent fight against any Epic that attacks. Since this is Astoria, even powerful minor Epics are still easy to kill. So, I would love to hear your feedback on these guys and any other ideas you have of ones that I should implement.

I'm pretty sure Hitler was double Zinc. He was a powerful public speaker and a brilliant strategist. Fortunately he used all the Zinc in Germany and he went crazy from the withdrawals of having a dependence cut short.

2 Financier 27 Adventurer By the time I discover this thread my character has already been killed. Go figure. I am surprised that Winterspell didn't make the initial list though.

You might want to add a spoiler tag for some of that. Especially since he specifically asked fhat we ommit any big secrets. This is how I felt about Elantris. I finished the first half in about six days and the second half in one night. I was jumping up and down on the couch. Probably the biggest emotional experience I have gotten from Sanderson's books.