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Narrator Xino made Nale oblivious to the Narrators by restoring the fourth wall in his head.

They were still in space, however. They all died of no pressure.

They died of suffocation instead.

Enolc nodded wearyingly, standing up from his kneeling position. "The door is over there." He gestured. "Choose a room. Don't disturb any of the other people." He turned and stumbled over the deck. He leaned against the railing, breathing in and out. That had taken a lot out of him. More than he was expecting. Oh well. He could do it, if he needed to; that was what mattered. He looked off to one side. The ship was approaching the whirlpool at a good clip. He nodded to himself. Pushing off the deck, he decided to go below and make sure that nobody was causing any issues. --------------------- Reylf shot down the pathway. In the distance, he could see the ship. He grinned to himself. He wasn't too late. He shot across the docks and out over the lake without even slowing down. In a matter of moments, he'd reached the ship. "Clear!" he called out as he came down. @I think I am here.

Unfortunately, He was turned into a handerfle.

They became loyal to Tom Joebob and joined the ranks of his handerfle army.

Tom Joebob blasted the paparazzi with a handerfle gun.

Tom Joebob appeared. "Need a hand?"

Sorry, I should have made that more clear. Innate users who gain natural magic can still use their Innate power. It doesn't get nulled by the natural magic. I don't know... spirits are like mini-gods, after all. I wouldn't say that demigod necessarily implies a higher level of power. The way I think this should work is that when a god ascends and loses their physical body, they gain a "god" gene. When they have children, they pass this gene down, in somewhat less strength. For spirits, it's the same thing, only less powerful.

I think that makes sense. But we probably want to call these people demigods, so we better come up with a new name for that level of invested naturalists. I would think that this would be pretty rare. I don't think that children of humans that have not ascended would receive any noticeable benefits, unless perhaps they were descended from a god somewhere. If nothing else, they should be able to get power from their godly parent. I think that it's fine for demigods to also have Innate magic. It's basically using Natural magic, and other Natural users can still use Innate.

Where do they say that in BoM?

That's not what I was confused about. Are you saying that tapping more ability gives you more allomantic strength?

I think I see... but that doesn't make sense. Are you thinking that having more ability gives you more allomantic strength?

"Join me," said the woman. "Help with my cause. Our cause."

Jasnah was touched. "Thank you."

It's bigger than a speartip. To quote the coppermind To be honest, we don't even know if that's what Nicrosil Feruchemy actually does. It might just store ability to use a certain type of magic.

There's a limit to how much investiture you can get, though; you're limited by the amount of metal you have.

"A chance to redeem yourself. To make up for the crimes you've committed." @I think I am here.

The woman smiled. "No. You'll have to find someone else if you want that, I'm afraid. My offer is of a different kind." @I think I am here. -- Tom looked into his cup in silence. Then he went on with the story. “It was fine, at first. We decided on a compromise between the ideas that had been proposed. Everyone was offered a chance to unlock themselves if they so wished. Nialliv and Aurora set up their societal structure in their own ways among their followers. And I got to study the Key to see if I could figure out what was missing and how we could find that something. “Things ran smoothly for a long time. None of us unlocked ourselves, thanks to your persuasion. The idea of the society gained popularity among others who had been dragged into this mess; some joined existing Societies, others formed new ones. Eventually, there were six, one for each of us; most survive to this day. “And I studied the Key. “From my observations, I became even more certain that a piece was missing. There were parts that looked as if something had been attached to them, then removed. Enough for me to start building a picture of what the missing piece might be. I couldn’t rebuild the piece entirely; there just wasn’t enough information. But I could start building new pieces of technology that copied other parts of the Key. “That’s where these come from.” He reached to his side and pulled one of the keys off of the shelf. “This one is what I call a Skeleton Key. If you stab this through somebody, then they will be reborn in a similar fashion to the actual Key; however, it only works once. If you want to be reborn again, you have to use this again. “Inventing these- along with a few other pieces of Key-based technology- is what allowed the Societies to really take off. They no longer depended on the Key for immortality, so they could use it less and less. Eventually, only the most favored used the true Tombstone Key. “With the Key being used less and less by the Societies, I had more time with it. I came to a greater understanding of what the Key was, and how it worked, but was unable to gain any clues as to where the missing piece might be. For that, I would need the inscriptions. “On the walls of the vault where the Key had laid were a number of inscriptions in a foreign language that was different from any we had seen before. They were completely indecipherable at first, and remained that way for one hundred years after the recovery of the Key. “The key to deciphering the language would, strangely enough, be the Key itself. On it were several inscriptions that matched those on the wall, along with writings from other languages. It acted as a Rosetta stone- but, of course, you wouldn’t know what that was, would you?” He looked at AJ. “You should, though. Ah, well, it’s not too important. The important part is that the inscriptions could, at last, be translated. “They gave a history of the Key, from its creation to the time it was locked inside the vault. It also gave an explanation of what the Key could do. But most importantly, it gave a location for the missing piece. “After a brief preparation, we set out. The journey was somewhat tricky, but nothing we couldn’t handle. Even the century that had passed hadn’t yet managed to break us apart - mostly thanks to you. But anyway, we reached the spot, passed the last traps, and wound up in a cavern. “But the cavern was empty. The piece had been removed- or destroyed. “We searched the cavern, translating the inscriptions written on the walls, hoping they would give us another clue. But as we tried script after script, and found nothing, my hope began to fade. We went over all the writings twice, but there was nothing. No clue, no instructions. “I was about to give up and try to find a clue somewhere else when I noticed something. There was a code, cleverly hidden right in plain sight among the inscriptions on the wall. What it said stopped me cold. “The piece we sought after here had been destroyed- but it was still there. Or at least, the pieces were. They had been cleverly woven into the structure in such a way as to form a sort of keyhole. And when that keyhole was activated? It gave access to a Shard itself. “Vesselless and abandoned on this forsaken planet, it had laid there untouched for millennia. And its name? The Shard of Thought.”

It turned into a sardine.

Someone poured salt on it, making it a saltine.

The dwarf looked haunted. "Any fae can see a curse. Especially one like that." He shivered. "Who would do that?" @Bluest

Then someone took the leaven out.

Narrator Xino apologized for not being around the last few days. He'd been sick.

Narrator Xino returned from a long hiatus. He was disappointed to see he'd missed the appearance of Fallen characters. Too bad, really.