Alomantisist

I disagree slightly. Yes Trell could be an actual god on Scadrial, but look at the mythology. Trell is represented by the stars and is said to have a brother (who's name escapes me) represented by the sun and that the sun wanted to block out the stars. If this isn't a quick re-skin of Preservation and Ruin I don't know what is.

Though I am sure that is true, we cannot be certain that other forces are at work here. Why would Sanderson mention Trell at the end of both books. There is definitely something strange going on here. And I think it is a valid hypothesis that Bloody Tan is somehow a part of it.

Just consider. Brandon has yet to showcase zinc feruchemy. I am here to ask: what would a twinborn zinc compounder be able to accomplish? Would time literally slow around them because of their enhanced state of perception? Or would they simply have access to Sherlock level reasoning? I don't know if this topic has been covered yet so I apologize if this is a repeat but I really want to know what you guys think!

Hmmm, and I always thought that the lyrics were "who let the wolfhounds out!" Strange.

"Back in my homeland we had a dance. A dance known as the Eaolathohm. I will demonstrate." Said Al. He stepped into an open space free of beanbags, then, spreading his arms dramatically proceeded to fall forward...onto his face... this is apparently, the dance he mentioned.

"Hello friend!" Says Alomantist, releasing his sword from his grip. "Welcome to Keep Awkward! But I feel I have met you before, perhaps in another life?" Alomantist subsequently trips over a weasel.

"Your cookies will be watched." Said the properly named Al. He eyed Chicken carfully, hand on his blade.

Sir. I think you may have just helped me finally understand that metal. Thank you so much. Ahem, but if I were to combine magic systems I would consider windrunning and double steel. You could basically slay all the things.

No power is lost. I store 2 minutes of my luck, so I am 50% less lucky for 2 minutes. Then, I can become 50% more lucky for two minutes, or 100% more lucky for 1 minute and so forth. It is compressing the power over a shorter time span.

You're all wrong. You take six times nine and you get a flaming goat. Even a Mistwraith knows that.

Alomantist returns with a table on his head. Why does he have a table on his head? In any case as he sets it down, several plates of bookies appear... As well as a small army of weasels unfortunately. "Where did those weasels come from?"

*accidentally bumps into CarolaDavar* "Umm... sorry about that, I was just going to get a new batch actually!"

Allomantist sets a beanbag down for the newcomer. "Here, have a rusty bullet."

Seeing as I belong to the curch of Wayne, I hereby declare that Ally 42 has been traded for a hole in time and space. Enjoy

*casually munches on Spook bookie*

*suddenly realized that he had neglected to utter the first oath Subsequently, he ran around in frantic circles trying to remember the words. Eventually he tripped over a beanbag, and scattered a plate of bookies. Standing he said, voice far less confident than before* "Books before friends 17th shard before real world Release dates before birthdays"

Excellent. That will do nicely! *gives bullet*

"I recognize the oaths of the Convertshapers." Spoke Allomantist. I will convert those who are not I will convince those without to buy two copies I will loan my extras to anyone without

But have you listened to Anton Wabern? His music is very interesting, he is probably the only member of the German Avant Guard that I appreciate.

I will take you up on that! What kind of Rootbeer are we talking? I only drink specialty brews.

"And on a second note" he said, addressing CarolaDevar, "perhaps you could consider using candlesticks as projectiles instead of books, throwing them can really mess up the pages."

"Yes," replied Alomantist, expertly snatching the large tome out of the air, "what must I do to prove my worth?"

Suddenly, out of the swirling Mists, a stranger appears. He brandishes his sword simmering like starlight and lays it at the feet of the peacefully reading Mistrunner. The stranger spoke, "I have traveled far to find you, and I seek to join your ranks."

OH MY GAA *Stops suddenly upon being stabbed with a gingerbread cookie*

What is this place? It is so dark. And cold. And I smell role-playing, though I do not understand it. But also mingled with the fresh scent of baked cookies. I was offered a cookie upon joining this Shard, I see now that it was wise not to accept it.