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Vin raised a single eyebrow at TenSoon IIRC.

It's not an actual error, but in german they use the same word for "Splinter" (e.g. in splintering), "Sliver" (e.g. Sliver of Infinity) and "Shard" (e.g. In Shardblade). IIRC nowhere in the books the word "Shard" is used in referring to an actual shard, so we will see. The problem is, German lacks words. We have "Scherbe" which is approximatly "Shard", we have "Splitter" ~ "Splinter", "Sprengsel" ~ "Spren", but for "Sliver" the best translation will be "Splitter" again, so the Cosmere will not be accesible for Germans in its whole beauty.

Actually I think it depends on the setting. 1v1-duels, your natural abilities only? Denth, as far as we know. 1v1-duels, shards allowed? Probably Adolin. 1v1-duels, dirty tricks allowed? Probably Vasher. Massacre, everybody against everybody, everything allowed? Difficult to say, but my money is on Dalinar. Massacre, spears allowed? Kaladin, probably.

You have a point.

While reading this nonsense thread i snorted at least 40 times. EDIT: It's the proof: The snorting sickness catches!

who is not capable of raising a single eyebrow? It seemst that in Sanderson's books much more people are capable of raising a single eyebrow than in our world - e.g. for me it's nearly impossible despite years-long training, and i know a lot of people who can't do it in any way.

You refer to "the villain". Is this the employer or the onefrom whom to save the world?

How do Horneater lullablies sound? A try: Wahmuhu'ahunukuihu Mihanuku'ahuimihutau Ohmikahu'aimikihu Dakaihihu'dha-ha-tau, you airsick lowlanders.

There was no special intetntion for gore. It was only how I saw the poor guy in this pyrrhic victory. Especially in English I can't play much with words, but also in German I more follow the plot than the language. When I'll find time for the first chapter you'll realize that there won't be any gore.

Yep.

Actually, this is the most "gorefull" chapter in the whole book. Not that I have any problems with killing masses of people, but usually there aren't many casualties per chapter. The German version can be findin a spoiler beneath the English version. The english version is a little bit different for some changes in the plot.

Actually, it is the only kind of defense somebody can bring, since each strategy could be used by an eliminator to disguise himself. Any other statement is... well, the same statement in more elaborate words. If any Kandra is willing, he or she can use their check on me (or the HI can, IIRC), but they will realize i am loyal.

You get a relatively simple "wheel of time"... also known as a "clock". *Inserts something you don't recognize*

Even brightness Jasnah?

In response to the accusation before: Well, I am not very active. In fact I am very inactive in the last time; with university and "Wheel of Time" I do not have exactly much time for the 17th Shard. Be it as it be, I only can assure you that i am not a traitor knowing exactly that is not much to say. I vote for Kipper, since the Shallan affair still seems suspicious for me.

I translated the prologue into english and am waiting for opinions. I think my english is not exactly good, but it will suffice for the moment. RROLOGUE Fira, Guardian of Anger, went over the battlefield. The biggest he ever had seen in his lfe. Nearly a quarter of a million deaths. Only in this last, deciding battle. The war had demanded far, far more sacrifices. He stepped over a man in the blue-painted cuirass of a knightrider of Rhýn. A red-feathered bolt was planted in his neck. The enemy was crashed, crashed entirely. But three of five dead bodies belonged to the alliance. Fira almost stumbled over the head of a dead woman from Sha'un. The head lied in an spot almost clear of bodies, blond hair smeared with blood and stared at the corpse of a grey dragon. The body laid more than five meters away. Fira looked back. The Gate was destroyed, molten by Fira's fury. Its remainants still reached over fifty meters in the sky, but it stopped to spit out invadors. A tear fell from Fira's cheek. Hundred mages had helped him. Not one had survived. He had known each of them - Lera, always so ambitious, Viany, a close friend and almost a lover, Asall, probably the most clever man after Civenaye Fira ever met, Irgin, who never had smiled, but loyal till his last breath. He found the body of Viany. The alchemist was dead, killed from a splinter of a detonation. A small mountain of corpses surrounded her - ripped, or burned or sunken in the soil and trampled down or smashed as with a hammer or, most shocking, without any wound, but deformed and bent and knotted to perverse caricatures of humans. Viany has never been a nice woman. Quite the opposite. One of them still lived. Fira stabbed him in hiss heart in an act of last mercy. It had not been an invasor, but a Sisewiwean. Sisew had split over over and resistance to the invaders. Fira mourned over both sides. Most of the Sisewiweans were death, and Sisew was destroyed some weeks ago in a battle almost as bad as this one. Fira had not been there, but Pazi, Guardian of Fear, and Vakiê, Guardian of Joy, had been, and both did not want to talk about it. He said a short prayer for Viany - if there was a god to listen it would not hurt. Fira highly doubted, that any god would listen after this...massacre. He screamed his anger out to the sky, and the lonely survivors he could see fled in panic. He went on. What had begun, should be finished. The corpses stacked higher and higher. At the start of the battle the invadors had tried to seize the Dome. Pazi had been defending it, and Naön, Guardian of Wishes, with him. They had been successfull - as the whole Guard - but only if you could count several million deaths as acceptable. A single enemy laid on the doorstep of the Dome, his head inside of it, his body on the stair. The wound at his neck coud only stem from Gyrrn, Guardian of Pain. Fira recognized him as the nameless commander of the invaders. Fira would never learn his name... he stepped over the body. "You have survived". Naön was standing at the entrance, leaning on her sword. Izell, Guardian of Love was standing beside her her, her slim blade on her shoulder. The others were standig and sitting behind them. Civenaye and Mirual were not there. Fira looked in the eyes of the Guard. All of them were tired, terribly tired. They were looking as bad as Fira fealt. For a moment they were silent. Then Gyrrn said "Victory" "A bitter victory", said Fira "But victory still. Have Mirual and Civenay survived?" "We don't know", Vakie replied "They went in before the battle" "Almost a week ago", said Gyrrn. "We are alive...", said Mirual, Guardian of Will, The First of the Guard. She went through the dome and looked incredibly tired. Her white dress had blood on it. The ring on her finger shined, but it seemed for fira, that this light was a little bit fainter than usual. "...but only by a hair. We have enough power to follow, still", Civenaye, Guardian of Mind, The Head of the Guard, finished. His clothing was ripped, his helm was even worse, some slivers of his destroyed shield were sticking in his flesh, and his sword was broken. The black metal had not got one scratch, and that made the neat breaking exactly in the middle even more shocking. He hold the blade in his hand and seemed to ignore the cuts. As they reached the remaining guard, he threw the tip at the floor. The hilt followed. Without a word Fira, Naön, Gyrrn, Izell, Pazi and Vakiê thrusted their blades in the floor in a perfect circle around the Broken Blade. Then Mirual took her ring and threw it in the circle of blades. It came to rest exact between both parts of Civenaye's sword.

...when you have dark brown eyes and feel like a rebel while practicing swordfighting and fencing.

Not yet. Actually, one of the suicides does not work as intended.

You get a stick. I'm tired of saying this. It is a stick. *Inserts sad (and dead) shallan Followed by Endowmnet*

The machine gets jammed. Well... *inserts dejammer*

Good guess, but no.

Well, then it's again that: A bunch of partly suicidal and partly ridicolously overpowered terrorists try to kill the biggest employer of the planet by exploiting his secret weakness. In the process they kill a large three-digit number of his employees by their own hands, including some of his top-level managers.

Moonwalker!

Castle Cant or something like that?

Stick is not crazy. It is a stick.