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J. R. R. Tolkien
* Forty pages of info about the history of tobacco in Alethkar *
(This was awesome.
) I did, in fact, just log in to share my JRR Tolkien / Sanderson mash-up. I feel there is room for more than one - as awesome as yours is:
JRR Tolkien:
Kaladin peered out from behind the slate-grey rock. The Parshuk-Hai appeared to be retreating. He could no longer see their fell helms printed with the fell white hand of S-odium.
"I think they've gone," he whispered, sinking back in exhaustion.
"Oi think you're right, Mr Kaladin, sir", whispered Teftwise from beside him. "We're nearly at the chasm of Doom. Let's go Mr Kaladin, sir."
"I can't Teftwise, I can't. I'm exhausted - this quest is too hard for me. I've failed, Teftwise. I always fail."
"No you haven't Mr Kaladin, sir. Oi might not be able to carry that stormlight-infused, gem encrusted instrument of evil for you - but I CAN carry you!"
Shifting his bridge to his left shoulder, Teftwise hefted his limp master onto his right and set off on sturdy, hairy feet up the fell mountain leading to the chasm of Doom.
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"We're here, Mr Kaladin sir", muttered Teftwise, peering gingerly into the broiling lava beneath them, "We've done it."
"No Teftwise. I won't do it. The ring is mine. I deserve it, I have suffered greatly, people have died - all the people have died and its all my fault. That makes me sad and angry and I deserve a present. The ring is mine". Teftwise had never seen his master look like this before; his face leered as he waved the ring aloft and stepped away from the edge of the fell chasm.
"A-r-gggh", screamed Kaladin, as a shardblade severed his finger. "Szollum".
A pair of large, childlike eyes gleamed behind the giant blade, wielded by the spiderlike creature in a billowing white loincloth.
"Stinker," screamed Teftwise, swinging his frying pan wildly at the fell assassin causing him to drop his blade which vanished.
"My precious", crooned Szollum, cradling Kaladin's ring-adorned finger. "You Truthless Bridgehobbits stole my precious. It's mine, mine."
Stepping backwards, he waved the bloodied finger and teetered on the edge of the precipice as Teftwise, enraged by the hurt done to his master, lifted his bridge and rammed the fell creature into the lava beneath.
"We did it, Mr Kaladin, sir", Teftwise yelled crawling towards his master who was lying on the floor, cradling his bloodied hand and attempting to regrow his finger despite the absence of any stormlight. "Let's go home."
"No, Teftwise. We can't. See how the land begins to shake. This land belongs to S-odium and, as he falls, so do the rocks. We have saved the Roshire - but not for us. It ends here for us - here at the end of all things." Kaladin lay back, exhausted.
"Well, if this the end, Mr Kaladin-sir, it don't seem right to end without a song to mark the occasion" and planting his brave, hairy hobbit-foot on the fell rocks, he began to sing:
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Much rustling of pages and sounds of desperate thumbing as thousands [tens] of readers skip the song to the refrain of "Not a song. For the love of Stormlight, not a song, please"
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As Teftwise finished the 427th verse, he heard the chitinous sound of a chasmfiend apporaching.
"Mr Kaladin-sir, we're saved. Look it's Gandalinor, on the back of a chasmfiend. The fiends, they've come to rescue us."
"So, they have Teftwise, so they have."
Fade to black, in preparation for the twenty 'final' goodbye scenes.
(With apologies to anyone who doesn't skip the "epic poetry" in a Tolkien novel. You are a better person that I!)
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Wayne's flower picking helped him all the way.
I'm envisioning him weaving them into a daisy chain coronet that he can wear as his victory crown.
Loved this - am, belatedly, off to follow the new one!
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Something like Greek island of Santorini?
That's exactly how I pictured it!
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Rereading WoK again and I've realised that the buildings in Kharbranth are multi-coloured (and, indeed colour-coded!). I had been imagining it as pure white.
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Well, I was very strongly invested in Kaladin as a character and adored his flashback sequences so, to an extent, my personal feelings about who gets the flashbacks in SA3 is that it doesn't really matter because I won't love them as much as I did WoK. That's not to say I don't like the other characters who are rumoured to be flashback ones - I do, particularly Dalinor.
Looking at it dispassionately and considering the way the arc will look by book 5, I'm happy with the choice to explore Dalinor's past rather than Szeth's at this point. Dalinor, as a bondsmith is destined to be a lynchhpin for the Radiants so having his book at the centre or pivot point of a 5 book arc makes sense to me. Also, he's the character, thus far, who knows the most history about the KR through his study of the ancient texts and his flashbacks. Exploring his past and how it ultimately feeds into his interest (obsession) with the eponymous texts means there is scope for a lot more information about the Knights Radiant, their history and how that history will affect the new protoradiants. I agree with pps who have said that having Szeth as the final flashback character feels satisfying from a literary perspective. He opened the whole shebang so rounding off the first arc with him feels right to me.
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Granted. You can read but you now suffer from extreme lexophobia and have to lie down in a darkened room after reading more than a few words at a time.
I wish I could go travelling.
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I'm applying for a job! To be fair, I've been doing that all year since my youngest started full-time school but they've mostly been very low-paid jobs that had no potential to lead to a career and, because I have a degree and a post-graduate qualification I seemed to be over-qualified for most of them.
This one, though, has the potential to be perfect. A Parent Support Adviser, working with a cluster of schools all very close by. Part time with child-friendly hours and actually using my degree, my post-grad and my previous work. And something I feel passionate about - making a difference in the lives of disadvantaged children and their parents. Having a hard time writing my personal statement. I think I want it so much that I'm frightened of saying the wrong thing and blowing my chances at an interview. But, finding something that fits, feels good.
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Blushweaver, Wayne, and Spook cheerfully sing songs together
I am envisaging Wayne singing dirges, wearing Adolin's shardhelmet in honour of their too brief relationship.
I, uh, wrote a thing.
Elend wore white on the night he was to kill a shack. He was supposed to build it, but the games organisers seemed to have forgotten that he was the philosopher. Warrior king at times, but without pewter he was vulnerable to the cold. The atmosphere might kill him long before another tribute.
His white suit was hardly good camouflage either. He hoped he looked like a ghost, and would scare off the others. That was when the tent pole slid from his hands and clattered to the floor.
“Rust and Ruin!”
Well, a clumsy ghost. He gritted his teeth again and hefted the pole. His hands shook a little. The metal was so cold. Metal wasn’t supposed to be his enemy, he was a Mistborn by the Survivor! And he would build this shack if it was the last thing he would do.
He just hoped that it wouldn’t be his last.
Adolin huddled down closer to the fire, shivering in the cold. The flame danced before his eyes, and as he stretched his hands towards them, he could almost feel the warmth of Wayne’s hand still imprinted into the skin. Wayne was like a far less annoying version of Wit. He was crazy, and had no regard for rules or formalities. And Adolin was rather tired of following the Codes.
‘and then the God Beyond came rolling down the frothy mountains, hi ho!’
The refrain of tune came across from across the fire. Adolin rolled his eyes. Vasher was singing again. He did that a lot, apparently. Without his sword for company, he got a little.....lonely.
‘and he went a-travelling cross Cosmere long, hi ho!”
Adolin rubbed his arms for warmth, wondering if the man was mentally stable at all. He’d known enough to light a fire though, and allowed Adolin to stay, so he wasn’t going to complain.
A silky tenor joined in Vasher’s gruff baritone.
‘And on the other side he saw, the Spiritual Realm in all it’s galore, and the ghosts of the past remained to haunt the poor, hi ho!”
Lightsong came around the fire and settled down next to Adolin, who shifted uncomfortably. What he wouldn’t give for a Shardblade. But in the confines of the game, he couldn’t access it. Ten heartbeats and...nothing. It was disturbing. Much like the god he sat next to. Much like the singing.
The trees around them rustled in the coolness of night, the full moon peeking between the leaves as if it wanted to join the sing along. He thought of Wayne, borrowing things and following his owns rules and morality. His father Dalinar wouldn’t approve. His father Dalinar would want him to join in singing, create companionship.
With this men who will kill me at a moments notice for a prize.
“And then the God Beyond set sale, he saw a dragon that made him pale.”
A third voice joined in, and Adolin jerked around, looking for it’s source.
It came from his own mouth.
Oh come on, mouth. You’re not supposed to sing without my permission.
“it had received some letters from far, a lonely planet with a hellish star, hi ho!”.
Lighstong clapped an arm around the young prince, who gave in, and sang into the night. He didn’t know why he did it, he barely knew what he was doing there at all. But the situation called for singing, so sing he did.
That's brilliant! I love it.
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Quite the bloodbath for Day 5.
Although I am quite tickled by Blushweaver chasing Wayne ... I'm not sure the poor guy will know what has hit him if she catches him.
And, as much as I love Hoid, I'm worried that triumphantly killing people isn't entirely OOC for him.
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Turned on news today to see a composite pic of a 4 yr old girl wrapped in a trash bag and left on a beach in Boston. So angry. They don't know who she is.
That's so sad. How could anyone do that to a child?
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Thanks! I think it's like having an intern. I can carry things for you, screen your elsecalls, or elsecall ahead to make arrangements when you travel. If you have to soulcast an attacking voidbringer into blood or gross-paste-that's-not-anything-like-strawberry-jam, I am probably organizing (or doing) the cleanup. I'll help with research and publication, and hopefully I'll get my name on a paper every now and then. What other requests do you have?
Well ... there's this stick and it's being pretty hardcore about the whole not-soulcasting into fire thing. I mean, the lightweavers might have it covered, but if you want to give it a try, it would be excellent intern-type training (and probably beats cleaning up after botched assassination/strawberry jam attempts - maybe. It's quite a stubborn stick!)
Wait a minute... I'm expected to Squire for 9 Truthwatchers???
That's not going to work, since by the time I'm receiving requests from the third one, they'll look at me, and quite clearly see how much I want to kill them.
Won't they know that anyway since they ..... seeeeeee ?
(Edited to sort out formatting.)
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I'm in the "not gonna make it as a radiant" club. Changed half a dozen answers and never got over 50%. Best (and first) was a tie for Elsecaller/Truthwatcher at 47%, and Elsecaller showed up near the top later.
Put me down as an Elsecaller squire, if Mrs. K and Chouta will have me.
You're very welcome.
So, what does an Elsecaller squire do? Can I ask you to carry things for me when I'm trekking through Shadesmar?
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Of course. This is aimed at Harry potter, Lord of the rings, frozen etc. Not that I don't like those things, but...
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Shallan would freak out at all these weird Truthwatchers turning up!
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About your stillborn child -- Moroni 8:8, if it helps.
Moroni 9:26 is another that I would just like to share, because I found it while I was looking up the others.
Thank you, it does help.
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I'm sorry too, Kaymyth.
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But by that logic, God essentially set up billions of people to fail by designing them to be imperfect and then letting all sorts of "false" religions pop up everywhere. It doesn't matter how good at being a human you are, if you aren't lucky enough to choose the "right" religion, you're up the proverbial creek. Why is having faith in X more important than making a genuine effort to live a good life?
I'm sorry, I really need to let this drop. I don't think I can maintain this line of conversation and keep things civil.
I'm going to try and tread very carefully because my faith is very personal to me and I try, wherever possible to avoid causing offense to other people. But I wanted to try and explain this a little. If this upsets or offends you, please let me know and I'll delete it.
My perspective (and I'm also from a 'faith alone' version of Christianity) is that God didn't set up humanity to fail - rather He intended humanity to be perfect and to live in a loving, cherished relationship with Him, just as He, himself, is a relationship (I believe that God is a Trinity - God, the Father, God, the Son and God, the Holy Spirit). But, a true relationship cannot be formed from a position of coercion so God's greatest gift to us was free will: the ability to consider Him and then reject or accept Him. Humans have had a mixed reaction to free will over the years - we have, as a species, been responsible for some of the most sublime acts of self-sacrifice. We have also been guilty of heinous crimes. Which is why works do matter to a Christian. As someone here has said, faith without works is merely lip-service. "Works" alone can't save but no Christian should be affirming their belief in a loving, compassionate God and not trying to act out a representation of that.
I have a very personal reason for not believing that works alone can grant entrance to an afterlife. It's sensitive and personal so I'll put in spoiler tags so people can choose not to read it, if they don't like to be confronted by sensitive topics (and please be gentle in responding to this - I'm risking it because the discussion has been so respectful so far). Also, I recognise that I'm moving far, far away from some of the empirical discussions that have been occurring on this thread. I'm sorry for that but, for me, faith is as much a feeling and a compulsion as it a rational weighing of the evidence around me:
In 2008, my third child was stillborn. She died seven minutes before she was born, due to complications from my labour. She was completely healthy and should have been born alive ... but, she wasn't. She died before she ever opened her eyes on this world. If she is being admitted to an afterlife on the basis of works alone, she can't be there because she never had a chance to perform any good works, I suppose by the same argument, she never had a chance to profess faith either but I trust a compassionate and loving God to accept her soul anyway. She's the reason I can't be an atheist either. I tried very hard to be one after she died, I wanted to believe that the world was just random and not confront the issues of why God "let" my baby die. But, in the end, I seem to "be" a believer - I can't NOT believe and the fact that I believe I am going to be reunited with her again has kept me functioning through some of my darkest times after we lost her.
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I'm:
63% Elsecaller
59% Truthwatcher
50% Bondsmith
31% Skybreaker
3% Windrunner
and 0% everything else!
I might have been more Windrunner but I rejected my squires
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If you want to fully experience the ultimate frisson of excitement in a museum - here is my handy guide
:First choose a museum that has lots of ye olde, not-to-be touched stuff. Our museum of choice was a medieval castle in the north of England which is still owned by a private, landed family meaning lots of the exhibits are their own personal things.
Secondly, acquire a small child (Handily, I had my very own then 2 year old for my version of this experiment). It helps if said small child is appropriately mad and quick like a whippet.
Thirdly, make sure you let said small child out of whatever appropriate restraint you had on hand. We were not allowed to take strollers and didn't have a sling with us so were relying on small child meekly holding a parent's hand
... Fourthly, linger at the display of very sharp, ancient pikes and swords which are sensibly stored behind a portcullis-type affair. Fail to notice that portcullis has a gap at the bottom. A gap that just happens to be a perfect size for a child ... say, a 2 year old child ... say, a feisty, escapologist-type of child. Watch in horror as small child escapes and rolls under the portcullis and spends the next five minutes amongst very sharp weapons, cackling maniacally at her audience on the other side.
Fifthly, get down on your hands and knees and plead in increasing desperation with small child to return to you before being impaled. Consider learning to be a contortionist in order to make it to the other side.
Finally, manage to grasp the leg of small child and (gently) perform an extraction. Agree NEVER to do museums with small children EVER AGAIN.
This, my friends, will guarantee you a never-to-be-forgotten museum experience.
(Oh, and she's 10 now and, despite several other acts of derring-do, is still unimpaled. Thank goodness!>
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Whoa what? ShuhLAHN? Is that supposed to be it? It's totally SHALL-an to me, never gonna convince me otherwise.
I also say Jasnah with a J sound (sometimes more like a "zh"). Usually Jah Keved too, I go back and forth with Jakamav.
Neither of those are how I say Adolin - I put the emphasis on the second syllable, uh-DO-lin. Is that wrong too?
I'm so confused and disillusioned...<snip>
Don't be disillusioned! As you can see, lots of us say the names in a plethora of different ways. I say SHALL-an, exactly as you do. As someone (maybe more) has already said on this thread, Sanderson has said he is very relaxed about pronunciation. He has no problem with fans riffing/mangling (*delete as applicable) his creations. Just as well, really, as this thread proves!
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Thanks.
No, that was a meta meme. Seeing Sadeas respect Adolin's strategy and acknowledge his mastery of dueling almost made me respect him a little bit….but then he went and ruined it with his stupid creepy scheming.
Ah. Got it now. I was reading it as Dory = Sadeas' internal monologue about Adolin not Twi's internal monologue about Sadeas thinking about Adolin.
That's what I get for reading memes after midnight! I should probably not do that. It's like feeding a Mogwai.
Adolin hate is just as strong as usual, I see.
Though I actually kind of like him, personally.Yeah. I do too. Not as much as Kaladin. Adolin is a little too chipper to be my favourite but I enjoy his chapters too, I like a healthy does of angst for my favourite characters!
(Whoops, sorry to turn the meme thread into a SA discussion. Please feel free to resume entertaining and reputation garnering pictures with clever/humorous/baffling taglines)
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Ahh yes now I recall my mistake. I remember reading crystalline finger nails and blanking out the slate part, thus my mind thought "Oh sparkly blue crystals".
Another misconceptionon on my behalf I suppose
Well, as this thread runs to ten pages, I'd say you're certainly not the only one. Between us all, we have lots of unusual ideas about Sanderson's worlds!
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I know the artwork for SA is stunning and original and outstanding but I think we should have a "Twi memes" version with all the artwork replaced by Twi's "retelling".
(And I don't want to nit pick but I think the Dory one might have a name error - shouldn't it be Adolin?)
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Warning: Massive spoilers for that thing you haven't read yet.
Seriously.
THIS WILL RUIN EVERYTHING FOR YOU.
OK, if you're serious about this...
You certainly did! See, told you I couldn't resist.
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