The Honor Spren

I didn't mean that. But I kind of did? But. . . Oh. It's pretty obvious I'm a knight awkward right now, isn't it?

What if its the real god of the Cosmere? We haven't exactly gotten confirmation that Adonalsium was god. . .

My very first reaction was when I read the foreword. It went something along the lines of: "Wat?! No Hoid?!" But once I got past the foreword, I liked it a lot.

Urgh, can't find the WoB for this anywhere! >_< But yeah, Kaladin would be, like, 23 over here.

I could see Jasnah worldhopping. She has the surge if transportation. Not exactly o topic but. . .

You're not the first one to come up with this theory.

I can see them being part of the Ghost-Bloods. I've had similar suspicions my self.

You only get the plate. I'm sure you will be able to eat many delicious meals on that fanciest of platters. I want my puppy to

I think this one could refer to Shallan. Maybe. I see parallels between it and the chapter where she finally faces her past in WoR.(Sorry if this has already been said; I didn't have time to read the whole thread.

Mmmm. . . Such a delicious lie.

I pretty much agree with Seloun and Patrick Star.They do like each other and they seem perfect for each other. But Shallan likes Adolin more, and there's also the whole Kaladin-Killing-Helaren thing. Patrick, I'm not so sure that the light eye discrimination will be a thing anymore. Kaladin is rapidly becoming one of them.

Congratulations, you have successfully convinced me to side with this side of the discussion.

Of course, they can speak normally, but now they're back to thinking you're dead. I want a puppy.

Imagin if Tarangavian had a wife like Frozone from the Incredibles did. "Honey, where are my syringes? I need to take the life of an innocent child." "I-I put 'em away." "Where is away?" "Why do you need to know?" "Roshar is in danger!" "My evening is in danger!" "It's for the greater good!" "The greater good?! I am your wife! I am the 'greatest good' you're ever gonna get!"

Current Name: Maggie Gender: Female Original (if any) name: Margaret Susan Faction: The Knights Awkward Position: Referencecaller Backstory and History: Erm. . . Maggie is me. I'm not sure if I want to tell the story of my life here. I'll just do the Cosmere conversion story. Maggie picked up a copy of Mistborn at the age of 11. From there it was a slow meander through many of his books. Until the beginning of 2015 she got a hold of The Way of Kings. Part of the way through Words of Radiance, she found out about the Cosmere, and proceeded to devour every single Cosmere book she could find. She joined the 17th shard soon after. Powers: Referencecaller stuff and. . . Duraluminum misting? Sure, why not. Weapon(s) of Choice: Shardkindle Likes and Dislikes: Likes: Cosmere, Gravity falls, Legend of Zelda, Dr who, and Harry Potter fandoms. Singing and many kinds of music. Arranging cups by color. Solitary reading. Dislikes: large crowds of people. When people use 'geek' or 'nerd' as insults.

When this is your alarm to wake up in the morning:

You changed your profile pic! What's the story behind it?

((I feel like I should include a physical description here. I couldn't fit one into the RP. Chin length brown hair, gray-green eyes flecked with brown, pale skin, freckles, and a slender build. She is fourteen-ish.)) Maggie picks another bookie off the plate and takes a bite. She chews contemplatively on it for a moment, then gags and spits it out. "What is it?" Asks Opal, looking concerned. "Sadeas. Disgusting." Maggie shudders, then walks back into the beanbag room. She picks Alloy of Law off the shelf, then stops. "There's people here now," she whispers to Opal. "What do I do?" "Just act like human normal?" Opal looks perplexed. Maggie takes a deep breath, then nervously hurries towards a purple beanbag. I won't trip, she tells herself, everyone else, always falls over around here. I won't-- Maggie trips and falls face first onto her beanbag. She shrugs, sucks in booklight, and starts reading.

"So," ventured Maggie, "I guess you're my spren now? What's your name?" "Opalescenda," came the reply. Maggie looked up at the spren. She looked. . . Exactly like a fairy. She had a dress made of orange petals and green vines, butterfly wings, pointed ears, and a golden glow. She left a trail of shimmery green leaves behind her as she flew. "How exactly, are you awkward? You look beautiful to me." Opalescenda blushed. "I'm still not sure," she confessed, "my memory isn't fully recovered. I still don't know what type of awkward spren I am." "Hmm, makes sense." Maggie absentmindedly chewed on a bookie as she walked. It tasted awesome, it was Lift after all. "Can I call you Opal?" Opal nodded "Good. Now I think we. . ." Maggie trailed off as she saw the room they'd come to. Beanbags. Beanbags and no people and books on shelves that were so tall she couldn't see the top. "This place is. . . the most wonderful place I've ever seen." She ran through laughing, Opal whirling around beside her, "This place has everything! Defending Elysium, Dragonsteel prime--"she cut off, then looked at Opal, eyes wide. "The Elantris 25th edition." Opal's eyes gleamed. "We need to get this to Mistrunner." They both took off in a dash. "Mistrunner! We found it!" Maggie called.

Why did the chull fall out of the tree? Because it was dead. Why did the second chull fall out of the tree? It was lashed to the first chull. Why did the third chull fall out of the tree? He thought it was a game. Why did the tree fall down? It thought it was a chull. How did the chulls get up in the tree? Nobody knows. . .

Hah! Good thing my password is saved to my iPod and I don't even need to remember my password! I will give you nimble form spren trapped in gemstones and have the Parshmen know how to bond these spren. I cannot, however, give you a highstorm within the next hour. Sorry. Hmmm. . . My bane is to see the world upside down. Give me a suitable boon.