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35 minutes ago, Mestiv said:

According to those rules:

They were made back in the days of old forum version, where the design was different. Currently I don't think anyone is actually enforcing them, as long as the signature isn't really overdone and annoying.

10/10 would get creeped out again

1 hour ago, Hemalurgic_Headshot said:

School is over!!! I have freedom for three months!

I have 2 more weeks...

Here's a bonus question: Would Shard's have limitless Determination, then? Since they have an Intent from the Shard, they could basically be fueled by Shardic Intent. Or would they? Maybe if someone just stores all their Determination they can be a Shard sans-Intent.

3 hours ago, Mestiv said:

If someone didn't notice, we have an announcement:

 

Maybe I can finally just read through WoB's without having to get through random WoT stuff.

This is far...grander...than what I have written.

I'm intrigued by the idea of a common power source that does not permeate the entirety of the universe. So the Meddaia live outside the sphere? Because I assume its the only place they could live now. Or can they return, because there is magic?

51 minutes ago, The Honor Spren said:

So . . . I used to have a thread for this stuff but I don't feel like resurrecting it. Meh. 

After moving I found a bunch of only folders of drawing and realized that they really sucked and I can do way better now. So, I decided to redraw this picture of myself from about a year ago:

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I was super proud of it when I made it, but now . . . Not so much. The line art's bad, and the proportions are off, so I look like a seven year old . . . Yeah. 

So I redrew it. I decided it would be fun, instead of basing it off of the clothes and hairstyle I had a year ago, to go off of my clothes and hair now:

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I did it in a drawing software called krita, since I havent found all my art supplies yet. Besides the fact that I made myself too pretty, I'm really happy with it.  

Upvote!

9 hours ago, Idealistic Mistborn said:

You seem like a nice and caring person, besides it is cool how you use the word budgie.

You seem like an intelligent man who knows right from wrong, and also has a strong knowledge of Sanderson!

This could also mean that there are specific "tribes" of Parshendi like Orders of Radiants. IF Voidbinding has Orders, then maybe each one corrosponds to a Radiant Order? That could explain why Eshonai's people kept their powers.

I've never watched MLP, nor am I sure I ever want to(my friends would make fun of me endlessly). This game looks cool, though!

Name: Curiosity

Type: Pegasus

Cutie Mark: A tree in front of the sun.

CR: Snaps and whistles at the end of every post. (He needs to get the attention of the ladies!)

EDIT: This is my 420th post! Ayyy lmao

6 hours ago, Mestiv said:

The lack of new books is seriously affecting the kind of topics that pop up

Hey...hey you got some books? I need some books dude... I'm gettin the shakes...im trippin bad on these topics dude....i need some WoBs

Oooo, Emperor's Soul. I guess I'm a creep. whooooo

21 minutes ago, Ammanas said:

I can't remember where, but Brandon agreed with the idea that Skybreakers were the M.P (military police) of the Radiants. It would stand to reason, I think, that they would be the strongest order. They would need to be in order to keep everyone in line and put down any resistance from the other orders trying to rebel/misuse their powers.

Doesn't necessarily mean they are the strongest, only that they have enough power to keep Radiants in line.

1 hour ago, Gudbrand said:

If you burn enough lerasium to ascend, could you manipulate investiture to the degree that you could create stormlight on another world?

What? I...what? It took me a minute to get what you were saying. And you can't ascend with Lerasium. I'm 90% sure of that. Also, I don't think you would need to create stormlight, since Investiture is Investiture. Like how 

Thanks for the game, Joe! I've learned quite a bit. I know I didn't do a lot but I was mostly watching and learning how to play.

Lord of the Rings:

5 hours ago, Idealistic Mistborn said:

*hugs*

I've been pretty apathetic lately, I have just realized that my relationship with my cousins is broken, I ran into them the other day(For the fist time since our parents stopped talking to each other) and it was all awful and uncomfortable, and now I am nostalgic, thinking about how close we used to be.

Besides I am under a lot of pressure with exams, college and other stuff.So Can someone hug me please?

*Hug*

My life has been... rough these past few weeks.

I'm pretty sure my parents no longer love each other. They no longer even properly call each other husband and wife, they just say "your mom" or "your dad". This has been building up for a while, and for some reason they have decided that they should tell me something wrong about the other every single chance they get. Not only that, but they also do it sometimes in front of my siblings. My dad lost his job, and now my mother is forced to work simply to keep us alive. Not only that, but I've been tanking in school. I've stopped being able to pay attention, and my grades are slipping. Whoops, there goes my chance of getting into a good college.

Supposedly I have some sort of ADD and I can get help for it but it's too little too late. My friends make fun of me on the daily and the only person left in the world who I even think cares about me never sees me anymore. I just feel like I'm stuck in a place that I'll never escape. I'm afraid that I'll end up like my dad living a life I don't want and never fulfilling my dreams and hating everything and hating myself. My writing is generally rust, and I can't help but feel that everyone treats me like a joke. Hell, I even treat myself like a joke.

My body is also broken. I went through a procedure over the summer which pretty much robbed me of the ability to play sports. Although this was not a big part of my life before, it made my body weaker over time. Now I can barely run, barely breathe, barely pick something up without realizing how weak I am and having to stop. When I sleep I can feel the metal digging into my side.

I'm just trying to get a grip on the game, lol...

I guess I'm gonna vote Herowannabe simply because he's trying really hard to not look suspicious.

I don't know... The idea is a bit... far fetched for my taste. I would be more into it if it was about students at the Xavier School. But still, I can see it doing very well.

6 minutes ago, Gizmosowner said:

Just wondering since it would probably have made him at least twice as powerful as he was with just his splinter powers that he gave himself.

Well, what would it really do? Sure, he could edit his sDNA however he liked, but to Rashek, there really would have been no practical value. He was already the most powerful person alive, why would he need more power. It would make him stronger to just give the remaining beads to other people to make himself allies and begin his empire.

Dustbringer! Don't know what that means for me...but I will accept it.

Well, this is where I had a lot of my ideas. Many of the magic systems were Sanderson-esque, although far less thought out. I'll post more in a bit.

20 hours ago, TwiLyghtSansSparkles said:

@Delightfully Smoak @Quiver @Darkness Ascendant @The Honor Spren @Slowswift @The Sovereign

 

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I'm in a magic box, hurtling through the air at who-knows-how-many miles an hour. 

A box piloted by some nutter who thinks I'm his distant grandson. Even though he can't be more than—what, twenty-eight? Thirty? 

Wait—is it magic? 

The TARDIS had an awful lot of buttons and levers for something magical. Draco was no expert on Muggle machinery, but what he saw matched the little he knew of it. Then again, the whole thing was bigger on the inside, which shouldn't have been possible without magic—which, again, would explain why the magic in Hogwarts hadn't interfered with its circuits or conductors or whatever the hell Muggles used to power their machines. 

None of which, in his limited experience, looked a thing like the TARDIS. 

Draco knew he shouldn't ask too many questions. The Doctor's fury on his behalf could be turned on him in less time than it took to blink, and a man mental enough to think he was old enough to have a great-great-great-great-etcetera grandson would be unstable enough to snap at the drop of a hat. But the TARDIS was a mystery wrapped inside a contradiction, and no amount of reasoning on his part could keep his curiosity at bay. He wanted to know—needed to know—and hated it, hated the way it chipped at his veneer of a detached young wizard with all the knowledge he needed. 

But not knowing….

"Doctor?" 

The Doctor looked up immediately, killing Draco's hope that the noise of flight—or whatever the hell the TARDIS did—would keep him from hearing the question. 

"How'd the TARDIS get into Hogwarts?" 

"Flew in through an interdimensional ripple that got her there, slipped in between the cracks, landed in that room you were in. Bit of an odd landing, but simple enough." 

Draco made a mental note not to ask what the hell an interdimensional ripple was or what it implied about reality as he knew it, knowing he'd disregard that note before the hour was through. "But there's magic in Hogwarts." 

"And the Planet of Hats has more hats than any being could ever wear. Well, any being with a head, anyway—though I supposed those headless ones could just wear them on their hands. Or feet, if they preferred, though that'd make walking a bit clumsy—not that wearing a hat on your hands would make doing anything easy. Anyway, you had a point?" 

Planet of Hats, headless beings—brilliant. I'll be sounding like Granger by day's end. "The magic interferes with Muggle technology. Shouldn't the TARDIS have crashed the second it got inside?" 

"Nah. Uses the energy of the universe as power. Magic's just another sort of fuel. Besides, the TARDIS isn't a machine—not what you'd call a machine, anyway." 

Was any of that supposed to make sense? Draco thought the question, but didn't dare voice it. He'd asked for an answer and received one, and that was that. 

"Anything else you'd like to know?" 

Draco pictured his questions as a list, which already would have filled a good two feet of parchment. "No, no, thank you." 

"Right then, here we are." The floor of the TARDIS bucked, nearly knocking Draco from his feet. He tightened his grip on the handhold he'd found, for all the good it did, as a sound somewhere between a scrape and a whoosh filled the air. The thing was either landing or about to fall apart, and he had a horrible suspicion it was the latter.  

Then, all was still. The Doctor's shoes slapped the floor as he bounced to the doors and flung them open. 

"Take a look at that, will you? No matter when you visit, London never changes. Right, Draco? Er—Draco?" 

With some effort, Draco loosened his grip, took a tentative step forward. 

The Doctor laughed. "It was just a landing. Come on—look at this, look." 

Draco bit back a snide remark about the sight being worth their lives, and joined the Doctor at the doors. The sight made his stomach do a flip. 

He had been to London before—not only Diagon Alley, but Muggle London, for the short trips necessary to get him to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Dad had never spent much time in the Muggle section of the city, and so Draco would not have claimed familiarity with it. Yet even with the little experience he had, the few sights he'd seen in passing, he knew what Muggle London looked like. 

This was not Muggle London. 

Strange rounded automobiles in muted colors lumbered down the streets. Men in suits not unlike the Doctor's, women in knee-length dresses, hurried along the sidewalks. The buildings—they weren't as tall as he remembered. There were more differences, smaller things he couldn't articulate, things that made his mind scream wrong! wrong! wrong!

"You all right, there?" 

"This isn't London." 

"Sure it is. London, 1937. A very old city loaded with historical charm." 

The Doctor grinned as he said it, but Draco couldn't manage anything approaching a smile. "No—that—impossible." 

"Well, we're here, so I'd say it's fairly possible." 

"No—no, see, time—" He knew the rules of time travel: no more than five hours, disaster strikes if you travel further than that, you get stuck centuries from home and disintegrate the second you return…. "We have to go." 

The Doctor laughed. "We just got here! Come on, I'll show you 'round." 

"No—but—you don't understand—people die—" 

"—if you use a sophisticated but imperfect time travel device, such as a Time-Turner, which we didn't. Great invention, by the way. Watched it made, but anyway. We used a TARDIS." He stepped back toward the door. "Really, Draco, it's fine. I've been to the time of the dinosaurs and the end of the world and do I look like dust to you?" 

He most certainly did not look like dust. He did, however, look less like an ordinary human and more like something strange and alien wearing a human face, albeit one with a reassuring smile. Draco understood, then, how the Doctor could pop into Hogwarts and out again with his strange machine intact. He understood how he could know about the Dark Lord and the war and think he had the power to change anything at all. And he understood, at last, how the Doctor could claim to be a relation from the Middle Ages. 

Draco thought he'd done well holding his questions back. But this one spilled out against his will, before he could rephrase it into something less offensive. 

"What the hell are you?" 

 

I don't wanna be a jerk or anything, but isn't there a place for this? ...I think that the Creative Writing or whatever it's called could use your summoning to get people to look at it.

Sorry for being AFK for the last few days, guys. I'm new to this and I forgot that I was part of this game! Also, I may not be active a lot today because it is my brother's First Communion.

13 minutes ago, ryshadium90 said:

Anyway, back to Kaladin, for the Rioting/Soothing, I almost feel like that wouldn't work on a KR. In Kaladin's darkest times, he almost to succumbed to a lot of the pressure that had built up around him, but Syl was always there to help pull him out of it. The spren itself can take the guise of many things. A spear in Kaladin's case, a sword in others, or even a fork. They can even take on a sense of a shield. When Kaladin was in the highstorm, he had visions of Syl standing over him protecting him from deathspren. As for the ripping metal out his body, the only person known to do that was the Lord Ruler and he was both Mistborn and Feruchemist, unless you count Vin when she was in all her "misty" glory at the end of the third book, but then that wouldn't be under fair leveled circumstances. Kaladin specifically can fly, and can change a direction as easily as a Mistborn and also has the advantage of making himself lighter which is only a Feruchemist ability. And using Steelpushing or Ironpulling? Kaladin could just as easily do what he did with the Parshendi and preform a Reverse Lashing. 

 

I will fight you until the ends of the earth. Also, enjoy an upvote. There's no concrete evidence that Kaladin would be able to withstand infinite Soothing. He's someone who naturally suffers from depression, but this isn't the same thing. It's not feeling bad, it's not feeling at all. He just...wouldn't. He'd feel perfect calm, be totally unmotivated, drop his guard...

This plus the temporal metals make Mistborn pretty difficult to beat. He loses concentration for a second... That second is extended infinitely... Infinite preparation, and boom, no more Kal!