Shattered

I can see why Brandon included that, though. Otherwise, incorporeals would instantly fall through the planet.

I agree, though, in this case, it might have a very serious effect. Wouldn't Kaladin lose his powers if he were doing something he didn't feel was right?

Risen. Or 'Arisen.'

Did you mean it numuhukumakiaki'aialunamors?

I still want Brandon to continue this. It would triumphantly end with the creation of the dictionary.

Frequency nodded in appreciation, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Impressive. I take it you can control the intensity too, yes?" Sunspot's reply was cut off as Frequency turned away began strolling toward the building, apparently completely uninterested in the answer to his question. Bemused, Sunspot followed behind until they stood before the melted remains of the wall he had destroyed. Frequency regarded it briefly, then walked around the side of the leaning structure. Sunspot started after him but slowed, glancing at the interior of the building. It looked to have been a small business, maybe a pawn shop of some sort. Turning away in indifference, Sunspot continued after Frequency. After they turned the corner, he stopped, looking at the wall. This one was still intact. "I'd like you to scorch a message here for me. A bit of a calling card, if you will," he said, running his hand over the wall. "'Koschei lives', if you will. With a smaller 'Frequency's back in town' beneath it." Sunspot nodded, stepping forward, preparing to do as asked. Koschei, he thought to himself. Do I know that name? He paused. More importantly, how do I spell it? He stood still for a moment, wracking his brain, hoping it wouldn't look too awkward. How do you spell something obviously foreign, pronounced 'koe-shye'? It's German, right? Or is it Russian? Calamity! I am not going to let grammar kill my chance of controlling a city! The considered nationalities did trigger Sunspot's memory, thankfully. There was a legend from Slavic folklore that he had studied for a paper while he was in school. Its main antagonist had been a demon named Koschei. Relieved, Sunspot began the task of writing the message. The rays of light from his hands weren't nearly as powerful as they had been when he destroyed the other wall. Then, they had melted the entire structure. Now, Sunspot lowered the intensity significantly. He drew in large, bold lines, the bricks blackening from the heat as the beams passed over them. He continued thinking as he worked. Why would Frequency have me write 'Koschei lives'? If I remember right, he dies in the story. And why would he care about some random, obscure legend in the first place? Could 'Koschei' be a code name for something? That seemed a bit ridiculous. However, as Sunspot thought about it, the obvious answer came to him. It's the name of an Epic, isn't it? That made perfect sense. There was no way that Frequency, an Epic with seemingly no defensive powers, could be important or intimidating enough to control any followers at all. No, there was someone else who held the real power, someone apparently strong enough to name himself after a mythological figure who had held the title 'the Deathless'. But, then, where was he? Why was Frequency out here, sending a message saying that he was alive? Sunspot's thoughts were cut short as he finished his task, the wall now bearing the requested words. He stepped back, briefly admiring his handiwork, then turned to Frequency. "What now?"

Wow. I just realized how much Reader sounds like me when I don't get enough sleep.

People. Served medium rare on a bed of sweet-potato medallions. With a slight garnish of garlic and a light white wine sauce.

I'm really liking this Inquisitor meme! Resourceful Inquisitor (slight FA and HoA spoilers): Scumbag Marsh (major HoA spoilers, slight AoL spoilers): You can now search imgflip for 'Steel Inquisitor' to find the template! Also, some other memes: WoK: WoR:

That's messed up... and makes way too much sense.

Alternatively, Graph Man's powers could be extended to encompass all forms of data display. Also, his name could just be Marshall:

The Plains were not shattered by a storm collision originally. 'The Shattered Plains had been shattered again' was just a nice dramatic parallel to draw in that situation. All of the talk of cymatics, however, makes sense. I have heard from other threads that the Dawnsingers used the Dawnshards to create the Dawncities, and that these shards are widely speculated to be some form of musical instruments that could emit notes capable of carving rock, possibly similar to or even exactly the same as cymatics, just more powerful. It would make perfect sense to me, then, that the Shattering was caused by one of the Dawnshards.

Uh, so how exactly do you pronounce Koschei? (Sorry if Twi's quote didn't pop up, this computer is malfunctioning in some ways)

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Possible Astoria Epic:

They're probably intimidated by your reputation:

"Pleased to meet you, Sunspot. Besides the obvious glow, what can you do? As you saw, Canis has super speed and I have sonic claps. I can also-" Frequency paused, suddenly emitting a sharp noise, which was followed by the sound like that of tumbling rocks. Glancing in that direction, Sunspot could see that a brick in a nearby building had broken apart, the pieces falling to the ground. That noise Frequency made, it had sounded like a- "-whistle." Sunspot stood for a moment, surprised at the unusual power. He wondered just what else a brick-shattering whistle could be used for. It was only then that he remembered that Frequency had asked him a question. So you want to know what I can do, Frequency? Sunspot smiled, then turned to face the building that Frequency had targeted. Then he raised both hands and let loose. Twin rays of pure solar energy burned through the air, slamming into the wall that faced the group. The bricks quickly began to glow red, and several shattered from the intense heat. The air began to reek of burning mortar as the entire wall began to melt. A few more seconds of sustained energy, and it quickly collapsed into a molten, steaming puddle of rock and building materials. An entire support face gone, the structure sagged dangerously in the direction of its missing wall. Sunspot hadn't used his full powers, of course. If he had done that, it would have simply vaporized two small holes in the building. Not very exciting at all. No, this had turned out much better. he turned back to Frequency, waiting for a reaction.

Smoothly?! I got attacked!

But, doesn't Frequency have a suit and cane?

You know you're a Sanderfan when you realize that you're obsessively keeping track of which terms are capitalized and which aren't.

I always thought it was pronounced (tore - all).

The well-dressed stranger - Frequency, he had called himself - glanced at his companion. Before Sunspot could react, he felt a rush of air as Canis charged him, moving inhumanly fast. A sharp pain flashed through his leg as he passed. He must have been carrying concealed knives. A gasp escaped Sunspot's lips, though more from surprise than pain; the cut wasn't very deep. Frequency clapped his hands together, and Sunspot felt the impact of an invisible force, knocking him off-balance. He stumbled, looking at the ground to regain his footing. When he glanced back up, Frequency was standing still, hands resting on his cane. Canis stood in a crouch behind him, knives still in his hands. Small crimson droplets dripped from one of the blades. Blood. Sunspot's blood. Slontze. "I just told you who we were," Frequency said, wearing a professionally neutral expression on his face. "I advise you to answer us or I won't be able to restrain Canis. He quite likes blood, if you can't tell." Then, Frequency's flat line of a mouth curved into a smile. "Actually, I just lost a couple partners. I could use some assistance. How would you like a city to rule?" Sunspot's fury boiled over. He prepared to vaporize the two fools off the face of the planet. They had attacked him, and Frequency had the gall to ask that he become some kind of servant? He would regret those words. He and Canis would feel the wrath of- A city to rule? That gave Sunspot pause. The promise of territory was quite tempting indeed. It was almost enough to make him reconsider wanting to kill Frequency. Almost. But, if he really can deliver me an entire city... that was Sunspot's goal, right? Get a foothold somewhere, a place of his own? So, he made a choice. He would follow Frequency, as long as he eventually made good on his word. Maybe, after a while, time would even prove him to be less of a slontze than he seemed. Sunspot swallowed his pride, and spoke: "I would be... amenable to that. You guys seem fairly powerful. And, to answer your original question, I wasn't waiting for anyone. I'm Sunspot."

I'm going Vin and Shallan on this one. Kaladin's and Wayne's abilities are just too incompatible. In order to actually get any help from Wayne, Kaladin would have to stay inside the speed bubble. This would keep him grounded, which makes him far worse off. Vin has a wider selection of abilities to choose from, and can use them all very effectively. I see the fighters pairing off, Vin fighting Kaladin and Wayne fighting Shallan. That leaves Vin with the advantage over Kaladin, and Wayne against Shallan. His speed bubbles have essentially no effect in a close-quarters fight with one opponent. So, it would be one guy with a healing power against one girl with a Shardblade. See the disparity here?

Spikes. They mean spikes.