NamelessThirteenth

Dust streamed off his skin into the mists around him, making strange swirly shapes in the night. He had shed his cloak, his scarf and his mask, and wore nothing but a pair of thick pants and the metal bands around his joints. It really irritated him to hide his nature, when he had been a prideful, even condescending creature before his curse. The bands around his elbows and knees served to keep the flesh from deteriorating there, giving him precious weeks of precious mobility. The winds blew at his naked torso in ferocity to rival the Highstorms of Roshar, but he did not feel them. Highstorms had not provided him with any sort of challenge, and this won't either; the nerves in his skin had been turned to dust and scattered by the wind onto his path. He did not know which planet he would find them on, if they could be found at all, nor did he even keep count of the stops he made on his quest across the Cosmere. He only kept within his mind Yolen, the planet on which he had lost all, and Adonalsium, the one who had cursed him. The world had long since moved on. The Shattering had occurred – he was there to see it, it was a pleasing scene – and the Shards had spread about the Cosmere, Investing in all sorts of planets and people. Planets had fallen and risen, Shards had shattered and conquered, Slivers had been formed and champions had been defeated. Nothing had affected his quest. It did not matter if Adonalsium had Shattered. The Shards were, in essence, Adonalsium Himself. They were all targets. They will all die by his hand. His name had long since been lost to the endless cycle of eons, and he had carved his mark upon the face of many planets in the Cosmere. When he had been hunting Surgebinders – heathen, holders of a dark, corrupted sliver of power – they knew him as the Herald Nale. When he had been busy waging wars against Edgli, tearing Nalthis apart, they knew him as Kalad. When he had volunteered himself as Ruin’s champion, they named his Marsh. When he made his presence known in Vax, they dubbed him the Shardslayer. It was a name that will stay with him until he completed his mission.

Hmm, if only Brandon Sanderson actually did write SA, it would make me so much happier. But it's nigh impossible. Too bad

The sun cuts into the shadows the shadows moan and hiss The light is on a quest to transcend the bliss A quest futile, a quest apart For shades dwell but in the heart Saw your post and felty like doing this. On the spur of the moent, so it doesn't make sense. I realizeI am better at writing novels than poems.

I am watching both Psycho Pass and Fairy Tail

Okay, so we do this thing at school called an insult battle, where we sit and insult each other for a length of time. It is a very fun way to pass the time, and when I read SA and met the King's Wit, I remembered all the fun I have insulting my friends. So I decided to do it on the forums. Then, I thought it would be cool if I kept score or something, so I will try to log in everyday and post scores. Insult anybody, everybody or nobody. The insults don't need to have any specific themes, but if they are Stormlight related you get points for cleverness. Don't fear insulting me (although I think no one can anyway, but we'll see), and try not to be inappropriate (no cussing). The emphasis here is on how clever you are, not on how many bad words you can spout out in one post. Don't take offence at anything we say here. Its not personal and is only fun. Stoke your egos, hone your wits, prepare your words. May the Battle of Wits commence! Or wait, don't say anything. It's better to let someone think you are idiots than to open your mouths and prove it.

Hey can I change my display name in any way? It looks bad in my opinion coz the H is on the second line

Iknow man, I know. Thats okay. I wasn't accusing you or anything.

haha that makes so much sense

Your theory is pretty cool, nice catch. But... Time for some honesty. The main reason I opened this thread is because you misspelled spren and it looked like sperm. Sorry if that offends you or anuthing. I just thought some honesty is due. And maybe voidspren ARE parshendi: Maybe they are voidspren grounded in physical forms

I feel real bad now, like I took advantage of everyone and wasted their time. sorry everyone. Thanks Calderis

Double steel. Infinite flying around plus extreme amounts of speed. Perfect combo.

Ohhh now I get it. So seen here means mentioned not actually met. Tanks for the clarification.

Before I begin, this is not a promise, or even a guarantee. Do not chase me up on it or be disappointed if I don't do it in the near future. I am not a cosplayer, but I like owning items from movies or anime (like my Dominator from Psycho-Pass). Even more, I like making them myself. So I was greatly disappointed when I surfed the web and found that no cosplayer had posted the way they made a Shardblade for their cosplays. And so I decided to plan out how to make Shardblades out of foam. Here is the problem: I don't have the tools. Cutting styrofoam isn't very neat with a knife (ragged edges and all) and I need a hot wire slicer. These are not the most easy to find tools, especially when you're a fifteen year old student in Australia, and so I've stooped to make my own slicer. I am going to follow TKOR - find him on youtube - and make his Styro-Slicer. To make it, I have to invest a large amount of money in buying wood etc. and I am not very psyched. But I might. Eventually, and after months of saving up. So, do you think I should do it, and shell out on a Styro-Slicer? Tell me, and if enough people think it is a good idea I will try.

I don't know about you guys, but I think that Mistborn would be wasted as a movie. It would be completely mutilated, like most books are in my experience, and the complex events wouldn't be expressed. I think it would look nice as a HBO show (like GoT) but in my mind I've always imagined it as an anime or a manga. For those who don't know, anime is kind of like a Japanese animation, like DBZ and Naruto. However, they are not innocent, or cute or quaint. Some anime (like Deadman Wonderland and Corpse Party) can actually be violent in a way that i've never seen before in a movie. A manga is a japanese comic. Do you all agree?

What Twinborn would you want to be? Note that there are 256 different combinations, so I would love to hear all about what you guys (and ladies) think is a cool power.

Hmm, I totally forgot about the end of Edgedancer, with Szeth and that other lady. Did not think that through. The Death Rattles are also very intuitive. They predicted the coming of Odium, and also the Everstorm by the Parshendi. If they are to go by in everything, I think the Rosharan system will eventually collapse, as supproted by one of the first Death Rattles in TWoK: "You've killed me. Bastards, you've killed me! While the sun is still hot, I die! ” — Collected on Chachabah 1171, 10 seconds pre-death, by the Silent Gatherers. Subject was a darkeyed soldier thirty-one years of age. Sample is considered questionable. When I think about it, thgis could be a metaphor, but this idea is something that's been circulating for a long time, and I figured I'd put it to paper. WAIT WHAT!!!! WE SAW ALL THE HERALDS??? That makes no sense to me. All I know we've seen is Nale and Shalash (Who I think is Baxil's mistress), but where are all the others?

Spoiler alert So I made this theory ( I am not sure if it has been mentioned before) and this is based off WoB in which he says to the readers "You already know how the Storlight Archive will end" (I will source the WoB eventually). The theory is that the end is a parody of the beginning, ie: the Final Desolation. I think the characters become Heralds of a sort, and then they all leave or die, keeping on eof them behind. This really fits, is thematically appropriate, and fits with the way that the Knight Radiant are being reborn with only one Knight each, not more than one. However some problems include that some heralds (like Nale) are alive, so how does it fit? Please support or disprove.

I wish for better punctuation and spelling in my school assignments (that's kind of a divine ability for me), and my boon can be that... anything so long as I can still borrow books and read.

Thank you all for the warm welcome, and the cookies, and the upvotes, and the One Ring proposal thingy. And yes, I should have mentioned Locke Lamora. The books are one of the best I've ever read. Again , thx so much, and I hope to see you around (or your posts)

A shout out to Hugh Gallagher, the author of the inspiration for this introduction. You can find his application here http://www.tejvan.co.uk/economics/funny_exam_answers/funny_college_letter/view/index.html

I have stolen techniques from unwary fantasy authors. I wrote the Black Symphony. I cheated in the english exam and left with both my sanity and my life (albeit grouchy and full of Adrenalin). I started writing novels at a younger age than most people begin to read epic fantasy. I write words by moonlight that others praise during the day (I hope). I have talked to novelists, loved books, and written assignments that make the teachers weep. I am a dynamic figure, often seen crushing stone and scaling mountains. I have been known to remodel the school building in my lunch break, making it more efficient in heat retention. I manage my time perfectly. On one occasion, I was reported to float three metres in the air. I amaze teachers by teaching concepts which they struggle to understand. I cook five-minutes noodles in two minutes. I am a I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I have climbed mountains, dammed rivers, and trekked to places all those that have ever touched upon their soil have been taken by the rift of time. I play the piano with one foot, I play the guitar with no hands, and the saxophone with my mouth closed. I enjoy parkour every Wednesday and Thursday, and on Tuesday I spend my time remodelling famous bridges and towers. Once a week, to let off steam, I compose top-grossing songs while participating in full-contact origami. I ahve spoken with Trump, Elvis and Ramses the Second. I read The Way of Kings and Words of Radiance in one afternoon and spent the rest of the day starring on a inter-planetary gameshow, which I won with exceeding grace. I have seen the Twin Towers erupt in a blazing flame, and saved thirty people from its fires. I am a ruthless artist, a sharp-witted book analyst, and a NASA space flight program graduate. The laws of physics do not apply to me. But I have not yet posted on the 17th Shard. My name is NamelessThirteenth. You may have heard of me.

reputation is when you press that little heart button in the corner (at least i think so), and the more reputation you have the more your rank is. Aim for the 500-600 mark. You will get King's Wit rank. That is my goal in life.

Patrick Rothfuss Part 1 I have stolen Orbs from dead Alethkar Kings. I have destroyed the royal balconies of Gavilar's castle. I wielded Nightblood and left with both my sanity and my life. I was named Truthless at a younger age than most people begin to Surgebind. I tread paths by moonlight that other's fear to walk during the day. I have spoken to Heralds, regretted murder, and made lashes that made Jezrien weep. My name is Szeth. You may have heard of me. Part II COMING SOON. VERY SOON. EARLIER THAN PART III SOON. Part III STILL COMING SOON. LATER THEN PART II, BUT STILL SOON. WITHIN TEN YEARS OR SO.

Cool! I have a set of stories I'm posting, and the topic is called the Black Symphony. If youre interested, pls look it up and give me as much feedback as you can!!

i am going to assume it is and laughed because u made a typo. The small man smiled and laughed, a wicked glow on his face. It had taken the better part of thirty years to get where he was now. Thirty years of hardship, toiling, fractured relationships and badly cooked food. It had taken him three quarters of his life to facilitate this, to be here, on this day, at this hour, with this legendary object. The Legacy of Songari glowed with power in his rough, calloused hands, the waves of brilliance washing upon Nidalan's face. He could feel the power, feel it in the crackling air around his body, feel it in his flowing bloodstream and raging heart. The power to destroy the world or remake it anew, right at his fingertips. He opened the book, and dust scattered in the air, the smell of old parchment rising into his nostrils, and began to read the words of a god. As I write this, I realize it could destroy the world and everyone in it. Frankly, I don't care. I have given up on divinity. When I applied to be Supreme Lord of all Creation, I thought I could kick back and lay down, relax and unwind, et cetera et cetera. I imagined all those scenes they have in the movies. The guy, laying down, being fed honeyed grapes or whatever by a ravishing maid in a scandalous dress. I thought that would be my life, y'know? I was wrong. When I think about it, I understand why my job application was accepted so quickly. For the next hundred years after that, I suffered huamnity's strange and impossible requests. Old ladies asking for immortality. Young men asking for cars and planes and relationships. Little kids asked for pools of chocolate and giant inflatable toys. It got bothersome. And so I relenquish my powers and immortality into this Book. As you read this, I would probably have ascended already, my power held in the sentence inscribed within this tome. O Lucky One, know that the following words hold the power to realize your deepst dreams, bring forth your desires, or smite your enemies. Speak them , then unto the same breath speak your request, and it will be granted. And behold, as my regal ink nib ascribes upon these pages my Immortal Power: "Never become a God" Go, Lucky One, and know that with this power comes responsibilty and legislation. Rules which, honestly, I am not bothered to list, and don't care about. I don't care if you decide to smite Earth and its inhabitants. In fact, I would love that. But remeber, hold this book with you as you speak. The Words are powerless withut this tome Nidalan closed the book and readied his tongue for the words, hands grasping the book, preparing. His mind ran through all the options he could wish for. He decided on one and opened his mouth, taking a step forward towards the cliffside melodramatically. He stepped into a puddle and stumbled. The Legacy flew from his hands and over the side. The Divine poiwers of a good, gone forever. Thory years of pain, gone forever. Nidalan threw himself off the cliff to his death. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The world ended, adorned by the sounds of out-of-tune goats and and bursts of AK-47 fire.