Aeshdan

It appears that storing Invesiture creates a sort of "gray energy" that can be turned into any form of magical energy the Feruchemist has access to. So in other words, you could use Investiture as strength, speed, health, etc.

Brandon says so in this annotation: http://www.brandonsanderson.com/annotation/330/Mistborn-3-Chapter-Fifty-Eight-Part-3

Honors and Ruins are plurals. One ruin + one ruin = 2 ruins, just like one king + one king = two kings. Same with honors.

What do you mean by incomplete? I thought the way it worked was that before the discovery of the Chasm Line no Aons worked, and between the Chasm Line Discovery and the Fixing all Aons worked at their base power. The "exceptions" can be explained as follows: 1. Dilaf's wife: This mistake created not an invalid Aon but the wrong Aon. (the healer did draw an Aon, but not the one she intended to draw.) 2. Reod Elantrians. Aons didn't work on them because they were "stuck" halfway through the change, so nothing could alter them.

Definition of Odium: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/odium?s=t And yes, there is a Love shard, Aona's. Its technical Intent is Devotion.

The weird thing isn't that he knows how to use a Basic Lashing, it's that he know what it's called. He knows things that only another Radiant could know.

Mother and child are two distinct people. Sdna is inherited, but not shared.

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I've been thinking for a while that the "truth" Szeth violated was the defeat of the Voidbringers. In other words, the Stone Shamans are the descendants of the Stonewards, and maybe of other Radiants, and their culture is based on the premise that the Voidbringers were defeated at Ahariatem, just as the Heralds said. So Szeth uncovers evidence that the Voidbringers might return, presents it to the Shamans, and is made Truthless.

Lord Jussa of Harrath scowled as the Ennedi ambassador strode into the throne room. He wore an open tunic with a plunging neckline, revealing the triangular pendant he wore. That pendant proclaimed to all the court that this man was a follower of Elsh’Addi, the strange tripartite god that the Ennedi worshiped. But yet more blasphemous were the strange tattoos around his eyes and along his arms. For these marked him as a Lightmaker, the strange and deadly magicians that kept Ennedi equal to Harrath in power. Coming in here, flaunting his corruption for all to see, mocking us and our people. I should throw him in the dungeon for blaspheming against the Nine Goddesses. No… I can’t afford that. The eastern border is volatile enough as is. The last thing I need is another war. The ambassador… what was his name? Oh yes, Matthew… came to a halt in front of the empty throne. From the slightly smaller seat just to the right, where he sat as Queen’s Protector, Jussa waited. “Greetings, Queen’s Protector,” began Matthew. “We regret greatly that this discussion is necessary, but Elsh’Addi seems to have willed it. As the Protector ought to remember, the Treaty of Fallingsway gives our Pathspeakers the right to cross the border and speak the truth to the people of Harrath, and also gives to your people the right to enter the Path if they so choose. And over the last two decades, a great many of your subjects have bowed to Elsh’Addi. It is only due to Harrath to say that you have kept the treaty, and have raised no official trouble over this. Unfortunately, the locals have not always been so kind. Almost since the end of the war, there have been tiny skirmishes between the followers of the Path and those who serve your Nine Goddesses. These skirmishes have been so small and erratic that it was neither desirable nor possible for us to intervene. In recent months, however, things have grown far more serious. The temples of the Nine Goddesses have been mustering armies and exterminating village after village. Many of your subjects have been forced to flee to Ennedi for protection, and the raiders have followed them, attacking towns on our side of the border.” “Lies! Vile stinking lies from a vile stinking magician!” shrieked Valsavin, who stood as representative of the priestesses of the Nine. “We invite the Queen’s Protector to send his troops to the border and find out the truth for himself,” replied Matthew with equanimity. “Indeed, that is what we desire. We do not wish war any more than you do, but attacks upon our villages cannot be ignored.” Jussa’s mind was racing. If I deny his charges outright, then the Ennedi invade. After the civil wars, we don’t have a big enough numbers advantage to match their nine-times-cursed mages. I’ll almost certainly lose my throne. If I accept his charges, then we have civil war and the Ennedi still invade, ostensibly in my support. I may keep my throne, but it will mean even less than it does now. If I promise to look into it, then I still have to either agree or disagree, and the same set of things happen anyway. My only chance is to get him alone and ask after Pell and that whoever-it-was that my guards overheard in the queen’s rooms. That might throw him enough to defuse this. “Honored Ambassador,” said Jussa carefully, “I would suggest that we discuss this issue and others of relevance to us over dinner this evening, after I have had a chance to collect knowledge on the matter.” Ambassador Matthew’s blue eyes twinkled. “I believe that would work excellently,” he responded. “In the meantime, I do have certain happier matters to discuss. We would like to discuss certain trade arrangements with Harrath.” “My Minister of Trade can handle those matters,” replied Jussa, gesturing to a side room. “Very well, Lord Protector.” A couple of hours later, Lord Jussa checked in with the guards he had posted by the door to the Queen’s Tower. “All’s well here, sir. The queen finished her lunch about an hour ago, and she seems to be in good health. No sign of our visitor.” So at least Altimar isn’t pregnant. She’d certainly have begun to show by now. So either our visitor wasn’t Pell or we startled him or…This is getting me nowhere. If I could only pin down who it was! Even knowing who it wasn’t would get me somewhere. Shortly before dinner, the Minister of Trade arrived in Lord Jussa’s private rooms. “Well, Tarvis, that took a bit longer than I’d expected. Is the new ambassador a tough bargainer?” “No, sir. I was pursuing some investigations. The actual negotiations went well enough, but there were a few irregularities that got my attention. For one thing, the ambassador insisted that the contracts be made out in the name of Queen Altimar. That shouldn’t actually be a problem, but it did seem weird. Then I noticed that one of the things he wanted in exchange was sulfur. Now, that did seem odd. So I looked over the tax and customs records, and it turns out that Ennedi merchants have been quietly buying up sulfur for the past six months. They’ve well overdrawn the natural supply, and there’s hardly any left in Harrath. I’ve no idea what they want with it, but I can’t imagine it’s anything good.” “Agreed. Well, maybe I can use that as another lever to get Matthew off the issue of the border. Anything that buys us time is welcome there.” Finally, it came time for the meeting with Ambassador Matthew. Jussa ordered the best food served and plenty of wine—strong wine. As the food was served, Matthew made an odd gesture and a corona of white light shone around the dishes. As Jussa jumped back, Matthew raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Just a check for poisons. With all the things going on at the border, it would be extraordinarily good for certain parties if one of us were to die. Nothing in these that shouldn’t be there, though.” Jussa sat back down warily. “I understand your concern, but it wasn’t necessary. I have my dishes tested for poison anyway.” “I see,” replied Matthew with a grin. “So, what was it you wished to discuss, besides the border situation of course?” “There are actually several irregularities in the relations between us. For example, why is Ennedi buying so much sulfur?” said Jussa. “Lord Protector,” replied Matthew, “that is not something I am at liberty to share. We have made quite certain that our acquisition of large quantities of sulfur is legal, and we are under no obligation to tell you what we will do with it.” Jussa pressed on, “There are other things that are more worrisome than the acquisition of sulfur. For example, what has happened to King Pell? He disappeared on your borders, and nobody here has heard from him for twenty years. For twenty years you have refused to tell us what became of him. And what about the mysterious visitor in the queen’s chambers? Was it one of your mages? How else could he have evaded my guards?” Matthew’s face retained its playful expression. “I have three responses. Firstly, I fail to see how any of this has relevance to the issue at hand, which is the possible violation of the Treaty of Fallingsway by your Nine Goddesses. Secondly, you ought to remember from the wars that an etherworld gate cannot be closed from the other end. If there had been a corridor in Queen Altimar’s chambers, your guards would have found either the corridor itself or the Lightmaker who shut it down. Presumably, you found neither of those, or you would not be asking me this. Can you answer?” “You still haven’t addressed the issue of what became of King Pell.” replied Jussa. “And you said you had three responses. What is the third?” “The third response is a bargain,” replied Matthew, now a bit more serious. “If you will give me your answer about the border now, and let me have a half-hour or thereabouts of private discussion with Queen Altimar, I will in return tell you where you may find King Pell, and who it was whom your guards startled in the queen’s chambers.” Now what? thought Jussa. I could refuse his bargain, but I don’t think that would rock him and I’d still have to make a decision sooner or later. And I need to know what became of Pell. If he’s dead, then Altimar can remarry. The Nine may have decreed that women can’t hold the throne, but it still descends through her. If he’s alive and in Ennedi custody, I might be able to keep that a secret and get Ennedi to hold Pell for good in exchange for a few conciliatory gestures towards the border. If he might come back, I can begin finding a way to ensure that he doesn’t. Plus, whatever Matthew has to say might be enough to stir up ill-will against Ennedi. That would at least give me a lever to keep this situation in the east under control. I’ll have to tell him I’ll accept his claims, but there will be no proof if I have to deny them in open court. “I accept,” he said. “After due consideration of the facts, I find your claims probable, and shall send some of my warriors to enforce the treaty.” Matthew was looking at him with an odd air of resignation. “So be it, then. Let me first talk to Queen Altimar. What I have to say should reach her first, I think.” “Very well,” said Jussa. They soon arrived at the suite of rooms atop the North Tower where Queen Altimar was sequestered. Jussa waved the guards aside and watched as the door closed behind Ambassador Matthew. Then he turned and dashed off. Behind a hanging lay a concealed room, from which one could hear anything that was said in the queen’s new chambers. He pressed his ear to the listening slit, but heard nothing. He waited a minute, two, three. Still nothing. That nine-times-cursed mage must have some way of keeping me from listening in. Now what? Do I barge in or just wait? But as he slipped out from the listening chamber, he saw that the choice had been take from him. Valvasin stood across the landing from the Queen’s door, her face fixed in a scowl. Behind her stood a throng of the temple priestesses, armed with sickles and tridents. “You have let that vile tharaptah into the Queen’s chambers alone?” she screeched. “I won’t permit this! He must not be allowed to corrupt our queen!” In a convulsive motion, she smashed down the door. Matthew was sitting at the desk, writing something, while Queen Altimar stuffed dresses and things into a carrying-case. As Valvasin and her followers smashed in, Matthew raised his hands and a faint white glow appeared across the middle of the room, separating Altimar and Matthew from the followers of the Nine. “What is going on here?” demanded Valvasin. “We could ask you the same thing,” Queen Altimar pointed out. “These are my chambers, and you have no right to come into them .” “That mage has no right to be here either!” shrieked Valvasin. “He defiles this room by his very presence, and you are defiled by permitting him in here.” Altimar’s beautiful face shone with a smile. “Relax, Val, it’s far worse than you think. De soviendi noi savaigan!” As she shouted out the final words, it blossomed above her outstretched hand. Pure, pristine, unmistakable. The Light of Elsh’Addi. Valvasin was struck speechless by sheer horror. Then, with a casual motion, Altimar tossed the globe of light over her shoulder. With a WHOOSH! a column of white fire fountained into being behind her. It was an etherworld corridor. Jussa had seen enough of them during the war to be sure. We could break that shield of Matthew’s with a couple of blows. But a couple of blows’ time would be all they’d need to escape. If we try to follow them through the corridor, we’ll go crazy. I learned that hard enough during the war. Altimar’s voice took on the regal tones Jussa remembered from before he had seized control. “Before these gathered witnesses, and before Elsh’Addi himself, I do declare that I, Altimar of Meraton, am and of right ought to be the ruler of Harrath. We will depart now to tend to certain of our other interests. We will return to this city shortly, and we expect you, Lord Jussa, to be prepared to give up your stewardship. You have been a good tender to our interests, but the time has come for us to take up the crown ourselves.” With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the white of the corridor. Matthew spoke with a slightly rueful tone. “I suppose I do owe you that explanation. As to the first affair, you’ll find King Pell in the burying grounds of the Atrizan nomads. How he came to be among them, we have no more idea than you. But he showed up at the head of one of their tribes about five years back, with no memory of anything before the Battle of Tardeman. We thought for a time we might be able to restore his memory, but he died in a fight with another chieftain before we could. As for the second, it was I that your guards overheard in Her Majesty’s chambers. I escaped through an etherworld corridor. I told you true earlier that you would have found either the corridor or a Lightmaker. Well, you found the Lightmaker, but you didn’t recognize her.” That reminder of Altimar’s...blasphemy…against the Nine broke the spell that held everyone still. With a roar, Valvasin and her cohorts charged forward, but Matthew simply turned and stepped through the white shaft of the corridor, transported instantly beyond their reach.

I suspected that might be the case.

Point in favor: Kelsier did something like this when Leras died, hijacking Preservation until Vin showed up and kicked him out.

You're sort of right and sort of not. You're right that using Awakening does diminish the Awakener's spiritual aspect, but: 1. They can regain the lost spiritual energy by taking it back from whatever they Awakened. 2. Once you hit the Drab level, you can't give up any more spiritual energy, so you never reach the animal level.

Yes, Vin did it. On the more general issue, I don't think the metals will harm the baby any more than they do the mother. Relatedly, I wonder if the physical changes in a Savant would have any effect on the baby.

The power comes from the diminution of the Awakener's spiritual energy.

I would agree that Mistborn has a lot of tens, but my point was merely that the magic system seems to be 16-based rather than 10-based. As for your point about the Heightenings: I agree that there could be more Heightenings, but as far as we know there aren't. Also, the fact that some of the Heightenings are culminations of incremental abilities doesn't mean they don't exist. But then the Returned wouldn't count as spontaneous either (Endowment-awakening is defined as spontaneous in-world).

Yes. There are only two things he won't do even if ordered: Kill himself or give up his Blade.

Well, we know that Hoid has a beard and an arrow-like face, while Brandon has a rounder face and no beard.

It seems to me that if breaths don't decay, that makes them end-neutral. After all, Feruchemy doesn't decay, and we know it's end-neutral.

Yados, it sounds like your position here is: 1. Vin and Elend are not acting like they are in love. 2. You are not arguing that this is inappropriate or unrealistic, merely stating it as a fact. Have i understood you correctly?

I think the ten rings are the ten that Sazed used in the battle with Marsh.

Quite probably Hoid is a part of the Holder of Adonalsium (Brandon), but he's got the wrong body shape to be the whole.

I see what you meant.

Just so you know, that's the way it's supposed to work. Sex outside marriage is dysfunctional, but sex inside marriage isn't. So what you complain about is actually much more realistic than the common view.

That's exactly what junior was saying. The Alethi start coordinating multiple armies, so do the Parshendi.