Shallan's Ward

Gabriel's head throbbed. It felt like a little man was in there playing the drums at maximum. His eyes were closed as he turned on the soft surface he lay upon. Soon his headache faded and he streched and opened his eyes. A great chandelier blinded him and he quickly shut his eyes again as tears crept out at the light. He opened his eyes again and looked around at the ornate --bordering on garish-- room. It was filled with furniture of gold's and whites, with plenty of other bright colors to go with it and it hurt his eyes. "Ouch. Who chose the color pallette?" He grumbled, sitting up. (That's a little meatier than I was looking for. Heh)

(wassup yooo. I totally forgot the brackets part rip. Anyway. You have been accepted and are the first member, besides myself, here. I would turn on the applause sign but we're it sooooo yeah. Anyway. I'll write up a start here in a moment.)

Name Gabriel Yūrei Age 19 Description He is a tall willowy young man with deep black hair and dark brown eyes. His skin is fair and his eyes are monolidded. Personality He is loud and bouncy with a dash of wit and a general contented feel. Flaw(s) Gabriel often loses touch with those around him and offends them on accident. He is also known to infuriate those he shouldn't. Powers (if any) He has no outstanding powers other than an adeptness with any blade.

Character Form Name Age Description Personality Flaw(s) Powers (if any)

(DISCLAIMER: I take little to no credit for the ideas at the foundation of this role-play. It was someone else's on another forums first. If you happen to know of it. Please don't give me any hurt about it.) The characters (character limit 2) are trapped in an old palace. Their goal is to escape. Though how is unknown, as each door inside the palace leads to somewhere different and maybe not entirely sensical. Description of the grounds: Palace, Corridors, and Courtyards The sections of corridor can all seem to be from different various castles ages and even architectural styles, though each hallway is consistent in one style, none of the windows allow a look outside. Courtyards vary as well. Some being gardens and others bare stone, the imagination cannot capture the variety of styles of both Hall and courtyard. Rooms Each room is utterly unique --excluding the Living Room which appears occasionally, it is the only known room with relative safety.-- All rooms except the Living Room have some peril and will actively attempt to kill (usually) any occupants. Reality does not seem to bind these rooms in any way. Living Room Depending on the hallway outside it the furnishing style changes. Most often it is after the Versailles fashion. But if the hallway outside were to be a Nordic castle the furnishings would be Nordic. However the layout is always the same. There are two doors on opposing sides or the room. In between are various sofas and coffee tables, along the other walls are many stained glass windows that do not permit a look outside. There are bookshelves filled with old tomes that have no words. A great chandelier hangs from a twenty to thirty foot ceiling and casts a dim light throughout the room. Any new characters appear in this room. No other rooms have been discovered at this time. Things known about this place Any memories of Earth are fuzzy if present at all. New people just appear in varying ways. Corridors can be booby trapped. Not always, but they can be. Windows broken reveal a slightly glowing brick wall. Guest Roster Gabriel Yūrei - Shallan's Ward Dallas Kempton - Sami Scelance Markstraitor - Tesh Tanax the Arcane - King Cole Paul, Kristoferson - MacThornsten No other guests at this time Rules - All standard Forum Rules apply (Link forthcoming) - Give us a bit of meat in replies. A short paragraph please and thank you. - Two characters ~ The sky's the limit. Just make em somewhat realistic okay? Like personality wise. Do whatever the heck you want with powers. - Please help me brainstorm rooms. I want everyone to help. - Out of role-play speech should be in () {} [] some sort of Bracket. As is customary - Rules will appear as Necessary. Announcements Character limit is now two! (1/21/18)

@AC12 Dang. Too bad I'm the only one nearby who could play. Rip.

I actually would really love to do that.

Sleeping Voudbringer. I might actually survive that encounter. Unless a Chasmfiend couldn't feel me through it's shell. Then a Chasmfiend. Would you rather fight Kelsier or Szeth?

So, I have not seen it discussed anywhere and kinds wanted to open it to discussion. When you read Mistborn and they mention the gowns. What do you imagine? I'll be honest, I thought along the lines of 18th century Versailles fashion: something like this. So I was wondering what y'all thought.

I actually actively try to make my worlds different from Brandon's. The one that I am currently working on is nameless --haven't cannonized a name yet-- and it's actually a demiplane (for those who speak dnd) • What elements of the Cosmere have you taken into your own worlds? I try not to knowingly take anything from the Cosmere. Although I do have some similarities. Such as my current world being completely isolated from the rest of the universe. And there is ambient magic that any person who dwells there in is capable of. It's actually similar to Investiture. In a way of speaking a certain thing is "Invested" per world or demiplane. For my current world the air is what's magic so anyone who breathes the air gains access to magic. But in world it's a huge taboo to do so. However to do anything more than mere tricks for amazement, one needs to gain the blessing of a Higher One. There's a lot more and if your interested I can tell you but in a pm, I would rather not leave spoilers for Eternity and I in the public. How did you twist them and change them so that they aren't as similar? My Higher Ones are very similar to shards, but none of them actually have names. They however have very little say on the way magic works. They're only control is giving the gift of higher magic, which differs from world to world. None of the magics work off world very well if at all. What elements did you add or remove at different stages? It's still in the baby stages not much has been removed yet. I did add the "rest of the universe" on whim actually today when listening to this. It inspired the part where I decided that the human fled to this demiplane from their home world because of one of the Higher Ones going bad. They had to flee from somewhere. So that's where the rest came from. What elements of the Cosmere did you actively try not to copy, and what alternatives did you come up with? INVESTITURE. Need I say more? Or Realmatic theory. I often think in those terms. So I have to actively make sure that I am not using Investiture or Realmatic theory. Like is said there is more but they contain HUGE spoilers so I don't want to spoil my story for anyone who might be reading Eternity and I.

^^ This is my constant struggle. Trying to get my cousin to read Sanderson books, and she's only interested in SA

When the first thing your friends and family think to get you is a Brandon Book. When "Airsick Lowlanders" is your favorite insult. When you start dissecting Oathbringer into Cosmere relevant information from the first word. When you see Hoid in a new book and scream/run around like a hooligan. (I legit did this once.)

I just found my new home! So I don't know if anyone has mentioned this yet, (cause I'm too lazy to read through all six pages rip) but I am totally imagining Hoid or Shallan (or even Tyn) singing Razzle Dazzle from Chicago. Or Shallan and Hoid singing We Both Reached for the Gun. And last but not least, something that gets me laughing everytime, I imagine Shallan forcing Kaladin and Adolin to sing and dance Nowadays/Hot Honey Rag.

I think it's important to point out this from here it's number two on the list. So I doubt there would be a need for a gem spike when hemalurgy will do just fine.

I would love to have Ruin. Partially for the sheer fun it would be to see how basic I could get matter to decay to, and partially because of having a complete counter balance in Preservation. I have always loved the Yin and Yang sort of theories. Truth versus deception. Up versus down. Life versus death. These types of contradictions and complements fascinate me and I would love to have that. Also it's simple fun to go around knocking stuff down! I know that's a bit sadist but hey, most people have that sort of thought! As a close second I would greatly like to be Cultivation. With solitude, foresight, and the ability to tend a vast garden and raise a child. Yeah that would be great.

"#15 DrogaKrolow Where the hell in Warbreaker is the Terris lady? Brandon Sanderson Hehehe. Do you have any guesses? DrogaKrolow Nurses. One of them. Brandon Sanderson *pauses* Why do you guess that? DrogaKrolow I don't know. Brandon Sanderson That's a pretty good guess. DrogaKrolow I mean they are the only females apart from the main characters who are somehow important. So I guess somewhere there because I don't think she's like in the fifth plane somewhere in the back of the alley where someone walks by. Brandon Sanderson That’s a very good guess. I guess you have narrowed down your options. Um, yeah… um...so… I’m just gonna say that’s a ththth-- the-- he seems-- Yeah. So, there you go. I'm surprised... ...You’re not supposed to be able to guess who the Terriswoman is, by the way. DrogaKrolow So we will see her somewhere else? Brandon Sanderson Yes, you will see her somewhere else. Yeah, you're not supposed to be able to guess. So that's why I'm surprised." " TheHunter (paraphrased) [Brandon Sanderson] said that someone in Poland had figured it out who the Terriswoman in Warbreaker was, and I asked him if it was Lemex's nurse. Brandon Sanderson (paraphrased) He nodded and smiled. He said he had no idea how anyone figured it out, which is interesting." Someone in Poland guessed according to Arcanum (which at this point I'm guessing is what WoB means.)

I would probably love ZincWay, I have a tendency to use crueler techniques like that. Or ElectrumWay, as foresight often appeals to me. On the flip side I would hate ZincWay, cause I have a low tolerance for pain. Hahaha! (Good luck with feruchemy. がんばって❢)

Wonderfully executed! Tell me, were you professionally trained in any way? Like a class of any sort? Cause that contains a lot of the fundamentals of poetry.

Wassup dude!

Entry 1 I had always liked the snow. Even when I was young, the snow lured me out of my house despite the dangers it brought. The whole town stayed inside their homes hoping to escape the snow, not I. I went outside and explored this strange new world, softening the features of my rustic and humble hometown. The mountains could hardly be seen through the snow and the pillars of natural rock marking the edge of the forest and beginning of danger could be at long last ignored. That world behind the pillars, a world of eternal snow and winter, forests and mountains all held behind the pillars. If I turned away from the mountains and looked down the roads towards the other villages I could observe just how empty the plains we lived on were, excepting the occasional scraggly tree. The lack of trees is why everything in that small town had been made of stone. because no-one not even the bravest and most foolhardy would brave the forest beyond the standing pillars. As the years went by the villagers began to shun me, my obsession with winter was unhealthy they would say. "That young gal is gonna get herself killed one of these days" Bareal would often say, keeper of the only inn in town. "She's messing with things that should be left alone," Mother would tell father when they thought I wasn't listening. But I persisted and found the most beautiful things. Snow, I found, and everything in winter's domain could be manipulated. Soon I could cause snow to appear at will falling from seemingly no-where. And I soon became capable of various other harmless magics at only the age of fourteen. But by then I started to know. Ours was the sacrifice village, we lived so close to the forests and mountains so that if the evil power inside should become angry it would target only us and leave the other villages alone. So naturally our village was shunned by all the others, only the occasional traveler coming to the town and only then to try our sweetbreads, and then they always left as soon as they came. I kept my magics hidden, hoping that if I did so perhaps the others in the town would not come for my family. But it was not to be. Oglair, the towns mercenary, happened upon me as I was practicing with my powers on the edge of the woods, The mighty man screamed and ran back to the village calling for a mob, "There's a witch among us!" twas the call that soon rose from the village and cause my hair to stand on end. Left no choice I fled into the woods, beyond the pillars hoping that perhaps the villagers might not follow. I didn't even get three paces inside before fog and mist appeared with grasping fingers, seeming to push me silently farther in. Strangely a voice whispered inside my head. Flee, flee precious one, danger follows. Never was I a gambling woman so I fled with the voice, taking my chances of life. Later I have found that most of the mob had stopped at the edge of the wood, and only the strongest had dared chase me, to put an end to this trouble they would claim. I fled deep within the wood. Pines of tremendous height rose around me, laden with heavy snow, the mountains soared overhead dominating the horizon. But the men drew nearer, their voices overlapping as they searched. The voice then pulled me to a clearing where my fate would be sealed. The men were almost upon me, maybe ten paces away. The fog cleared. No. It more of pushed back, out of the clearing, leaving only a single bit of dense mist floating in the center. The mans voices froze mid-shout and I felt that I stood in the presence of the very thing that kept the world living in fear. Good morning precious one, a female voice whispered seeming to emanate from the mist creature. You know what I will ask, It whispered in my mind. The pines seemed to lean in and the light dimmed as the mist churned more violently. I simply nodded as I stared at this almost god before me, its power palpable in the clearing. It coalesced into a single unmoving form seeming to stare at me. What do you want? It asked, seeming to creep a little closer. I looked down, "What do you mean?" The whisper escaped my lips. Anything can be yours. Be wary I have not offered this in many millennia and the last did not go well for the recipient. Choose wisely. "I want to live forever, and do as I wish," I said immediately tears seeping at the corners of my eyes. Be it so, precious one, the voice whispered soothingly. Then a great cold seemed to seep into my very soul, freezing everything within my veins. I stood taller, my hair loose around my shoulders. The fog seemed to surge, then flooded forward and surrounded me. Do you promise to forever stay within this domain, held hostage by the pillars surrounding this land? "I do" Thou shalt have power untold within your realm, do you swear that you shall abide by your wish so long as you hold it? "I do" So swear. "I do so swear" Then be it as thine wish. I shall be held to my end, so you too shall be bound. As the voice said this a fish of light filled my eyes, reflecting off the snow and ice, and I witnessed my skin grow very pale and frost seemed to coat it slightly. My clothing seemed to drape themselves off my tiny frame in a more dignified manner. The men's shouts resumed and all the fog swirled more intensely, leaving the impression of giggling in my mind. The men entered the clearing and I faced them with a look of terror on my face. Oglair stepped forward his hulking frame bearing a sneer, his clothing was soaked from climbing through the snow. His dark curls seemed stringier and more limp than normal and his green eyes burned with an intense light. "You're gonna die now ya here?" He growled raising his bow. The two men did likewise. They're muscles rippled powerfully. This is your realm now, the matronly voiced whispered.Will you suffer this? I felt the power course through my veins again and grinned. I knew how this would go. "KILL THE WITCH," Oglair screamed at my grin. They loosed their arrows and each found their mark, my heart. Still it pulsed. Egging me on to commit the horror in my mind. "Goodbye," I whispered, a part of me deep inside screamed in horror at what came next. I raised my hand and conjured as I never had. A great ice spike became and thrust itself into Oglair's heart. Ripping him apart and pushing him into pine. Sticking him there. The snow became stained scarlet as Oglair gurgled staring at the projectile coming from his chest. he made eye contact with me, then the intense heat faded, and his head fell limp. The mist danced with glee swirling violently seeming to mock Oglair. The other two men stared at Oglair. Then promptly charged me, perhaps hoping to overwhelm me with numbers, perhaps hoping to avenge their comrade. Deep inside my voice screamed in pain, however I snuffed it out, taking full joy in my first slaughter. As they charged me, I danced aside Conjuring a blade made of ice in one hand then slicing the one on the right across his hamstring. His blood sprayed me, hot and sticky and I took joy in this man's pain, his scream causing me to shiver inside with warmth. A wind hurtled him up and away, impaling him on a tree branch. I dropped my hand and grinned at the last man, that wind I had conjured dancing around me, stirring the mists. The man's blood dripped, no, it cascaded down the tree darkening everything. "What are you?" the man still living asked. Choose your new name, the mist voice said quietly. I stood tall and looked this terrified man in the eyes. He dropped his weapon, and adopted a pleading look. I waved my hand and a thin sheet of ice appeared and sliced the man's head off, causing more blood to coat the snow. His face still portrayed pleading even in death. The joy and ecstasy wavered, then vanished. I fell to my knees amidst the carnage of these men, once powerful, now desecrated. and wept as the scream in my head returned, its horror evident in every fiber of my being. Soon I fell asleep amongst the snow, fading from reality. The screams of myself and those men followed me into the oblivion of sleep

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This is a short story where new additions will be published serially. I'm still working on the timing. I'll post more on that later. If you want to comment or constructively critisize or discuss or any other crazy urge like those you can do that here EDIT: I'll just have this be my writing dump.

I actually started with SA cause I like that epic fantasy. I stumbled across WoR and WoK at a book swap thingy and snapped them up as soon as I realized it was with book one and two. Hooked me and my cousin. The difference was I fell deeply in love with Sanderson. And several years later I'm still reading. (Actually it was Hoid that clued me into the Cosmere. When I read Elantris and he popped up. I literally fell out of my chair and ran around the room screaming) yep. Now I pursue knowledge of the Cosmere excessively. I didn't mean to started biography man lol! Rip

Nah man! Kinda fond of my breath. My favorite would have to either be WoR or Elantris. They're both near and dear to me.

To go along with that, I always thought that the god beyond might be an old religion from Yolen, Pre-shattering. But as @Calderis pointed out, there is no way of actually knowing at this and most likely any point in the future.