Ataraxian Wist

Actually, we've already seen a good justification for Nightblood picking up at least one of the Shards in this thread. I mean, he's pretty dang Devoted. I don't see him getting Dominion, especially where Dominion is the GOOD shard, but he could totally get Devotion. And, ya know, still eat the body of dominion. Just a thought.

I get you now. I honestly have only vague ideas as to how I might address these. I'll have to adjust the magic system for sure. I'll just make it so that triggers have to be more scientific AND only work within a specified duration. Which does bring math into this, but I can deal with that. Then I can simply make the numbers verbally inefficient - so you have to list all of the 0's, for example - and make time based in very small units. Then spells with lasting or delayed effect will take significantly longer to say. I just make sure there aren't words for days and years, so you have to say the exact number of seconds - and fractions of seconds, or whatever - so that the most effective way will be to input actual mathematical formulas so that the spell has to do the math and put in the right number. Which still lets crap happen, but greatly inhibits power-hungry evil-doers and do-gooder plot-killers, as they can't just say "for a billion fricken years." This does allow for apocalyptic metal armies. However, it means that they will take a considerable amount of time to speak, as every possible thing the automatons can do has to be programmed in verbally and in relation to everything else they can do and everything that can happen to them. Which means that it would require serious breath support and a lot of math, plus a very powerful brain, to make a doomsday army. I will likely even put such an army into the history, because the actual story is really vague right now. But yeah, the same rules that let these armies exist make it quite possible to destroy them, at least to Wizards. But yes, they would be the only real defense against other Wizards, at least without the aid of the other Elodari magic systems - of which there are three.

So, yes, that works just fine. They still serve a purpose, however. See, if a wizard has to turn his back on you to cast a spell, you have a handsome moment to make a non-magical attack. Their own ward cloak will still prevent you from casting a spell on you unless you also turn around. Plus, a human voice carries best in the direction the person's head is pointed, meaning that a backward wizard will have significantly reduced range. No, they aren't foolproof, but the wizard who doesn't carry one is at a huge disadvantage. Not sure I understand the first question. Elodari is beyond dead. Because of what happens when it is spoken, it doesn't even work for communication because you always forget what you said. Which means you will have no idea what somebody else is saying whenever they use a word you just used. So, as far as humans are concerned, it's really a non-issue. As for metal armies, Elodari commands are instantaneous. Assuming the science in The Invisible Man is possible, then a wizard could, say, make somebody invisible for quite some time. If they knew enough about genetics, they could even make somebody permanently invisible. But they cannot imbue things with magic because it's not a repeating command, just a one time thing. They could make metal arms bend with a command, possibly causing them to swing swords, but to speak any sort of command that would permanently animate an inanimate object... It would take years to deliver, at the least. And you'd have to speak continuously for that entire time, never stopping for more than the shortest breaths. SO you'd die of starvation or your spell would fizzle. Unless you've any idea how one might do it in less time, of course. But the limit of intuition a command is capable of is selecting all matter as a target when none is specified. Though I guess you might just specify a duration of effect... Maybe. I guess you could enchant things, but to make an army of metal warriors would still be an insane undertaking. I might go ahead and remove all words that would allow for someone to specify a duration. But I'm still not sure that world work. I'll have to make some test sentences. At any rate, if the magic does allow for an army of metal warriors - or anything like it - then it probably also allows for other kinds of spells that make such and army pretty useless. Do you see what I mean? If Wizard A makes army of metal warriors, then Wizard B can simply make barriers through which metal cannot pass. Then it becomes a question of which wizard used a higher number, but Wizard B can use the delay - which could be thousands of years - to destroy the metal army pretty handily. Or maybe I'm underthinking this. Does any of this make sense?

Well, we know that unpushable bullets are made of an aluminum alloy, not pure aluminum, so it definitely could work. Also, I'm so glad this conversation is always being revived. I would have spent a long time looking for any of the old ones, because I haven't been on here in FOREVER. My thoughts: that Reddit theory is actually very similar to my old ones, though a few details lend it SO MUCH MORE SENSE than mine ever made. But there is one problem. The theory leaps from 'we invested the crap out of this and put very specific, tappable powers into it' straight to 'this is complex enough that it should use them on its own.' Yeah. Major problem, that. However, I might have a way around it. Blood has been used to trick Hemalurgic spikes into retaining their charges. We don't know exactly how, but I suspect that the blood actually has access to those abilities while the spikes are stored therein. Except, not really, because, you know, blood can't use magic. We've also seen a Hemalurgic spike used to connect a Cognitive Shadow to the Physical Realm - a la Sovereign. We can only assume that the "active ingredient" spike was H. Duralumin, which steals Connection/Identity. Though maybe it was something else. Not important. Point is, some sort of spike literally put a Cognitive Shadow into the Physical Realm. That C. Shadow could actually use the Metallic Arts. And we've never seen a spike of that kind stored in blood. My theory is that, in order to make a sword that is actually capable of using the Metallic Arts, you'd just need to pour some blood into a cavity in the sword, then pound a Sovereign Spike into that cavity. After that, the sword can be forged up so that the spike is welded in - or left as a removable "key" and the damage is repaired, as long as the blood bonds to the sword instead of burning completely off, since Marsh has revealed that the blood only needs to touch the spike when it is first placed (Vin's earring also demonstrates this caveat). Maybe more would be needed, like other veins within the blade for blood to sit around in that initially connect to the spikehole, but at any rate this should give the sword the ability to use the powers it has been invested with, as long as they are unkeyed OR keyed to the person whose C. Shadow just got stuffed into it. The problem we run into now is that those powers could actually be depleted over time as the sword taps them, but That would leave it like a Nightblood that you have toactively feed, rather than one that simply devours your soul with a touch. So I think this Mistblade - because you HAVE to call it a Mistblade - would actually work. EDIT: The issue becomes this: How in Damnation can you summon this thing?

Szeth would sit at home. I mean, he doesn't really have a home, but still. Lift would try to eat as much as possible and be awesome, but would definitely use that awesomeness to escape. Or pester somebody. Nightblood would Destroy Evil. Whatever that means.

Hey, so I've always considered myself a somewhat competent magisystemologer - which is not a real word, but was fun to write - but now I'm wondering: Are my magic systems actually as good as I think they are? I mean, I certainly think they are, but... I mean, that is what I said, right? So here - though I'll just start with one - are a few of my original magic systems. True Wisardry (a.k.a. Lightspeaking or Aethertongue) Let me know what you think!

As to the magic system... I have to hand it to you, this is a very developed and versatile hard magic system. There is only one issue I could find, and it has less to do with the scientific functions of the magic than with how it "happens." I may have just missed something. Twice. But I'm pretty sure it just wasn't there. Where does Selce come from? We know enough of what it is - or at least what it does - but how does it come to be? How is it put into the gems? Does it just "exist" or can it be "made" somehow? Is it just in the air in certain places, or does it stick around after use and eventually become useful again, or... What?

I am totally willing to help with this. Like Invocation, magic is my favorite aspect of worldbuilding, and I LOVE to bounce ideas on it. Feel free to PM me if you still want help!

I can totally see Szeth going to prison, as a prisoner, of his his own volition, and still running the place - with Dalinar's approval. Think biblical Joseph. But with magic.

On the surface - which is most of what you've given us, so don't freak out - this magic system seems really cool. I really like the use of color, especially with the seventh being cyan instead of the expected indigo. I mean, yes, I LOVE indigo, but... ROY G. BIV is a very obvious choice. Breaking from that mold not only allows for a better aesthetic - with cyan clearly being cyan while indigo can easily be confused for violet or blue - but it also demonstrates the thought that went into it, which will reassure the reader that this system won't be a random mess. I only see a few potential holes: First, the abilities seem to have inconsistently inconsistent targets. Five target "dust," on targets "sand," and the other targets ambiguous "objects." If it just one deviant, or every other, or three groups, or four groups, than it would be a cool feature of the magic system. However, with them laid out this way, it seems arbitrary. Are the dust and sand mentioned in that section the same? Can all of the abilities simply be limited to sand? Or maybe all forms of silicon? That could be quite interesting. Second, orange and cyan have opposite powers, but the others seem totally unrelated. Is there a specific reason for this? Like the whole atium/malatium/gold relation that wasn't explained till later? Or is it an oversight? I think making that factor - of whether or not the powers are polar - consistent throughout the system would greatly improve it. Third, the way blue Lumines work bothers me, just a little. Glass, because of it's superior hardness, can already be made sharper than any metal object; why require extra skill to do this? And why should the Luminar be able to make it as "strong" as metal? What if the "skill" required was the ability to reform the glass everywhere it breaks, as it breaks? Just some thoughts. I like to knitpick. You're welcome/I'm sorry.

I guess the automatic defense isn't something I had considered. You'd have to be careful to ease off of it slowly to avoid the worst of the heat. That's interesting, since the main use of F Brass is supposed to be surviving harsh temperatures. I guess the most likely outcome is that you'd still feel the difference in temperature, but it couldn't harm you. Or... If compounding Brass doesn't kill you, then I no longer know what to think of the whole system.

Actually, the fact that F Brass stores bodyheat specifically means the most you could do is incinerate yourself. As cool as that would look (blip) it would not be a very effective tactic.

This is a collab by Hemalurgic Headshot and Sazedezas Lord Kelvin rested on his broom-crutch, basking in the sun. It was a fairly inefficient form of heat gain, but certainly reliable. The throbbing of his leg was only a dull ache, buried in the back of his mind under the guilty euphoria of power. He hadn’t realized the true potential of his abilities, but now… Olympia Polaris would watch its back. He stood in the middle of a random suburban street, Arachnerd some distance away, looking around. Or perhaps communicating with her spiders. Kelvin didn’t know. Or care really, for that matter. He glanced around. Were there people living here? He wondered. These houses looked identical to the others: worn, poorly tended, darkened windows, overgrown lawn. He squinted, scanning for tiny signs of humanity, or a frightened shadow through a window. Nothing. Arachnerd the Blackweb was awake. It had taken three cups of the blackest coffee available, but she was finally ready to… Whatever it was she had been planning. She was having a bit of trouble remembering at that moment, so she checked her Spyders. Spyder had lost its target somehow, so she checked its memory - which for a spider included only the highlights - and found that the young cartoonish Epic of yet indeterminate gender had apparently teleported away with a couple from out-of-town. Odd, she thought. I didn’t think there were many teleporters left after what happened in Portland, Oregon. Just Obliteration and a few others who - according to probability - should be much farther away. Spyder 5 had followed her established procedures - or perhaps her subconscious mind had directed it, she was never sure which - and followed the Epic’s companion, the man with the van. Arachnerd continued her inventory, and found Spyder 7 quite agitated. It had returned from ERA HQ with a letter, and Armageddon was walking away from the Webyrinth with that very letter. She sent the Spyder - one of her tarantula couriers - after him as quickly as she could, cursing the distance that kept her from giving new orders to the rest of her horde. The letter was still open in the Epic’s hand, however, and Arachnerd didn’t need to get Spyder 7 much closer to Armageddon before she could get the gist of it. “Lord Kelvin” she called, using the Name Riley had adopted with the guy behind the coffee shop counter. She continued checking her Spyders “There’s a conference tonight at the stadium for Epics with an interest in the city’s rule. Thought you might want to know-IS THAT-WHO-I-THINK-IT-IS?!” She hadn’t meant to cut off like that, nor had she intended to think aloud, but the sight was so shocking, she couldn’t help it. She’d focused on Spyder five for just a moment, but it had been enough to reveal that following the impressively-armored van was a red car. Not just any red car, but a Saab 9000 Aero. And Nathaniel Snyder was driving. “What?” Kelvin turned away from the houses at Arachnerd’s outburst. “Who? Wait, a conference?” An appropriate time to display his power, but if all of the city’s Epics were going… “Yes. I think it will be the best place to establish my neutrality permanently, and you can make critical alliances.” Arachnerd was still reeling slightly that Nate was already in Olympia Polaris. She knew his car was fast - it was basically a Swedish snow race car - but he couldn’t have left Lost Vegans in time to be there already. Unless… He had left for Olympia Polaris the very day of their breakup. Interesting. Of course, they had always intended to move to Olympia Polaris if they couldn’t locate surviving members of the Survivors, with the hope that they could try to re-found the organization in Alberta, but Arachnerd had been sure that Nate would have taken longer to pack. Kelvin nodded. “We’ll have to stop by then,” he said. “But… who was… the surprise…” He struggled to articulate what had made Arachnerd cry out. A tiny traitorous ball of fear coiled up in his chest. What if it was one of her enemies? Arachnerd seemed quite powerful to him with her army of spiders, but if this surprise person was dangerous… He had only one leg! “Nevermind,” Kelvin declared, brushing aside his inhibitions. “What time is the conference starting?” Arachnerd finished composing herself. “Bloodlight. [time]” was all she said. She knew that, considering the brevity of Nate’s Epic period and his lack of ambition made his name - both as an Epic and as a Hand or “Maple” as they called them here - was rather obscure. There were, of course, those who knew of the Snyders, as their organization - the Survivors - had maintained a surprising amount of sovereignty and security for [X] years, and if information about the goings-on in Lost Vegans ever got out, it could certainly have included the fact that the Epics Arachnerd the Blackweb and Bloodlight had destroyed the Survivors’ headquarters. If nothing else, she thought, it will be interesting to see how much is known and how much by Lord Kelvin. “How do we get to the stadium?” Bloodlight. Kelvin filed that back in his mind. It was a cool name, but he had already picked his own. Based on Lord Kelvin of old, the namesake of the one true unit of temperature. He thought it had a nice ring to it. “I honestly have no idea how to get to the stadium from here. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve been there ever… maybe when I was a kid…” Kelvin trailed off. “I suppose we’ll just poke around.”

Nate pulled his car into an alley near the stadium, put it in park, and swung his legs out to the street, careful to retrieve his Mobile from the loose hold of the picture frame mounted to his dash. He didn't want his Aero damaged or stolen in the event that a fight broke out, and he still didn't know who had tipped him off about the missing Epics. Whoever it was had also sent him a location, which he had put into his Mobile to find the place. "... Just close you..." he was saying to the Maps application as he slid it's window off the bottom of his Mobile screen. He was about to say more, but his thirty-second "wonder who that was" came out as "wonder who tha-SPARKINGDEATHLEGS!!!" Instead. "Karabiner." "Yes, Charles, they have arrived. I'm watching the feed too." Karabiner liked to be ahead of Charles on occasion, though it was generally too much work because Charles was perfect. He took a short sip of his fresh limeade before giving his order. "Alert Operative Nudge to the target's proximity, but see that he stays his hand until the Man with the Van can be removed or confirmed irrelevant." Boomerang, Conn, and Klutz were already securing the stadium, so Karabiner added "have security take care of that latter. And ready the Scottie." "Presently, Master," Charles responded. "Operative Nudge, the target is approaching the stadium on foot, accompanied by a Man with a Van" came Charles' voice over the van's speakers. "Roger that," Nudge confirmed. He nodded, too, but he still didn't totally trust the virtual assistant's gesture-recognition technology, and he wasn't even sure if there were camera's inside of the vehicle. "Do not engage until his companion's relevance can be confirmed and accounted for. Other agents are seeing to him now. Wait for my word." "Understood," Nudge replied. He glanced at Skeet, who nodded. His eyes were red, which was odd. Nudge had assumed that Calamity took the ability to cry away with the rest of man's inhibitions, but it appeared that Skeet had been doing just that. "Toughen up, Skeet. We've got a job to do." "Yeah..." Skeet replied despondently, composing himself. Amanda rolled as the van stopped abruptly, her head striking the wall painfully. She heard Nudge and Charles talking, but she wasn't listening until he addressed Skeet. "... We've got a job to do." Then Skeet's voice: "Yeah..." There was an odd sound to his voice, one that Amanda would have known from anyone. It was a mix of anger, grief, and despair. She knew it, for it was the only way she ever spoke, the voice she thought in, even. Skeet, it seemed, felt the same way she did. About something. The same thing? But she knew that it was too much to hope for. Skeet was just like the rest of them. Skeet was an Epic. Skeet was... Wonderful, in his own way. He was all she had. Please don't hurt me anymore... PLEASE! In that moment, Amanda knew. She knew that she wouldn't last through another mission. If Skeet didn't intervene this time, she would lose her mind. It was almost a comforting thought. She had tried to slip out of the pains of sanity for years, but madness had eluded her. If she was right, then this mission would be a win-win for her. Either Skeet would save her from this living hell, or her mind would escape on it's own. Nate drew his weapon from his left hip and fired on the spider. Years fighting off Epics - and fighting for Epics - payed off, and the small arachnid's life was cut short by - as he put it: ".20 grams of plastic in a 6mm sphere at 360fps." He paused, then added "Sorry if that was one of your special ones, Celia. That would have hurt." He winced as he thought of the possibility. Celia shared full sensory connection to her "Spyders," so she would have felt the creature's death if that had been one. He holstered his airsoft gun before turning to walk to the stadium. *** "Cake? Why is there cake? May I have some?" Nate was both surprised and confused. "Is it somebody's birthday, or what?" Before Kokichi, Jade, Nathan, or either of the others could respond - though Nate was far enough away and speaking quietly enough that it is uncertain whether they heard him at all and would have responded - he heard someone scream off to his left. He didn't wait to see if they had heard him, just bolted in the direction of the scream, muttering. "... have Celia, they are in for it. It's probably a trap. What can I do, though? How can I stand and just listen? And where's Liam? He's probably with the others. That is why he came here..." (I'm going top assume Liam doesn't get involved at this point. I can fix it if I'm wrong.) Nate followed the sound of her - someone's - voice, adjusting every time she - someone - screamed. "Stop, you monster!" he heard. He was close. Rounding a corner, Nate finally saw what he was tracking. His blood boiled, and no words escaped his mouth for anger. Then he caught a bullet in the shoulder, and the world turned red. Ice shot through Amanda's entire body as a blow to the head twisted her neck, pinching a nerve. It wouldn't be lethal, of course, or even cause lasting injury - Karabiner would see to that, because she was too useful to use up all at once - but it hurt. A lot. As every time before, she wished she had resisted screaming, bringing another element - in this case, the glowing red Epic running toward her at full speed - to the scene and, worst of all, giving Karabiner exactly what he wanted. But in the end, pain and despair won out. Every time. She would have fallen to the ground, but the Monster was holding her wrist too tightly, so she just strained her shoulder as she went limp from the blow. Amanda prepared herself for the violation that Epic-baitings always brought; there was nothing she could do to fight at this point, and it was pointless anyway. With her last moments of certain sanity, she turned her head to the left and took one last look at Skeet. Karabiner struck her, driving his fist into her gut. She let out a small gasp, and saw Skeet's expression change. Whatever happened next was too fast for her to grasp. Bloodlight took it all in as quickly as he could. There was a girl - a young woman, anyway. There were two men in front of her. One was holding her down and the other appeared to be undoing his belt. That - and the faintest memory of someone screaming "stop, you monster!" - was all he needed to know, but there were also two men holding rifles. "You're breaking the law!" He screamed as he ran headlong toward the two men by the victim, ignoring the armed ones. The intensity of his scream shredded his weakened vocal chords and seemed to shatter the air with them. Then he dove through the air over the victim and stabbed at the assaulters with his index fingers. Both struck home, and each man flashed red as the finger poking his ribs broke. Having thrown his arms out to the sides, Bloodlight was unable to break his fall, and instead crushed his weak skull against the pavement behind them. Particles of Bloodlight-head raced back to his neck and his head was restored. Bloodlight jumped to his feet and turned around to see the two perpetrators shaking at the phantom pains their brains thought they should be feeling. He walked over to the girl, who now lay helpless on the ground, intending to demand a favor, when the blond-haired, blue-eyed man with the unbuckled belt got up and grabbed Bloodlight's arm with his right hand and reached for that of the other man with his left. Bloodlight felt a slight push as the shorter of the armed men - now the taller man's headlock - fired some sort of energy from his hand, which the taller man had pointed to the space between the girl and the downed man. The Aryan's hand twisted slightly in the air and brushed the girl's head, missing the other man entirely. The girl glowed red. Just like Bloodlight. Nudge stared in disbelief as his blast - intended for Skeet's stupid nose - nudged Karabiner's hand into the bait. She glowed red, just like Bloodlight, and Karabiner ran for the van. Nudge followed. Skeet did not. "Scottie!" Karabiner screamed. He dove into the open bay of the van, and then the Scottie's violet light enveloped him and he - along with the van - was safe at the picket.

FeuerBrisingr was Ookla the Palindrome. My original name was Sazedezas, hence the Ookle name, and when I changed it on Head Munching Day I decided to shake things up a bit. Sorry for any confusion.

Nate heard a beep amid the gunshots as he slowed to avoid running into Liam's Samba. In his hesitation, his Mobile lit up in the picture frame on his dash. "Who sent me th..." He started, tapping the notification banner that had popped down to tell him about a "media message" he had received. He quieted as he saw what it was. The message opened to display a photo of Kokichi covered in what appeared to be oil, apparently talking to Nathan - now wearing a duster - and Jade. There were two others in the picture, but Nate didn't recognize them. They were all outside what was clearly an old sports stadium, though Nate couldn't recall having seen it. "'Found your friends.' Who is this?" Nate was worried now. His Mobile was not a known number in the area. "... Celia must have given it to them, but who is this?" Nate pulled his car alongside the van and rolled down his window, now that he was protected from fire by the other vehicle's massive frame. "Tell him they're at a stadium!" He shouted to a random injured woman who it seemed was about to climb into Liam's van. His voice cut clearly over the gunfire, and he was pretty sure she'd heard him. He glanced in the left mirror and saw a black van turn off into a side street. "Wonder who they could be?" He muttered.

"Master Karabiner," Charles began his notification. "Operative Nudge is in need of assistance." "What does the idiot need?" Karabiner replied. Charles analyzed his inflection and and matched it with "irritated (annoyed, impatient, or slightly angry.)" He discounted the use of the term "idiot" to the irritation, rather than asking if it was a contact name. "The Target is following another vehicle, the driver of which seems to be in pursuit of a rather flamboyant Perception Epic. The Target is following too closely to be separated without notifying the other driver, who poses an unknown risk factor, and neither of them realize that the other Epic is at the stadium, as our security forerunner has confirmed." "Oh. That is a problem. Do we have Bloodlight's Mobile contact?" Charles searched his contact database in just .04 seconds, find a match, and answered "yes, Arachnerd the Blackweb included it in her file." He ran a logic-based calculation, then asked "shall I send Target Bloodlight a photo confirming the other Epic's location and send Operative Nudge along an alternate route?" Karabiner processed for 2.73 seconds, then confirmed with "yes. Yes, do that." Charles did it, then returned to analyzing everything.

So Keepers aren't wholly opposed to Hemalurgy? Just to be completely clear, I mean.

I'm joining the Keepers as my main, assuming that doesn't prevent my characters from delving into Hemalurgy. If it does, I'm joining the DA.

Sounds good to me.

That would certainly work!

Good to know. I only have the main one. Formulating different new theory.

So, the hearing voices and such was - I thought - found in the Treatise Metallurgic of MAG, but... Apparently I need to lose (or gain) a copper spike myself, as the actual description is I guess our Narrator sort of... Interpreted that a bit. That said, I'm pretty sure MAG is canon, as it was created by Brandon, so... At least that much is correct. Thanks for the WoBs, there was no way I was going to try to find them from mobile. Formulating new theory now.

Fun fact: I've been hammering on this all summer. Here are my thoughts: We know from the Sovereign that a Cognitive Shadow can be spiked into a person. That's kind of the basis of his existence. We don't know exactly how, but I suspect you would use a copper spike, since it steals intelligence, and those with them are known to hear a specific voice and get flashes of memories that don't belong to them. I argue, then, that these memories and voices belong to the Cognitive Shadow of the Hemalurgic victim. We also know that Burning a Hemalurgic spike "splices" it into your sDNA. We don't really know exactly what that does, either, but I'm pretty sure that, being now a part of your spiritweb, it could be spiked out again. Using the concept being thrown around here about the correlation between Hemalurgic and Feruchemical attributesI believe it could also be stored in a Nocrosilmind, which means it could also be Compounded. ^This^ already solves the sentience problem, I think. My theory is that you could Burn a copper spike to splice the Cognitive Shadow into your own spiritweb, then Store it in a Nicrosilmind, then Burn that Nicrosilmind and repeat the Compounding process until your nicrosil sword is way too invested for anyone's good, and also has it's own mind. Granted, the resultant "Mistblade" would probably hate your guts, but it's better than angry time bubbles. The process could also be aided by touching another Nicroburst and creating a Synergized Investiture Circuit as you Coupound it, but that might be enough to create a Perpendicularity. ... WAIT!!! What if making the sword its own Perpendicularity is the trick! That would certainly allow it to cut in all three Realms! But seriously, what do you think?

Weston Demoux has been updated, and you can find him on this page. Can't tag Archer from mobile, though, so there's that. My other characters are coming soon, including Weston's mentor and his apprentice.