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Alfie rested relaxed, the pewter burning soothing his aches and healing him. As the hours stretched on he could almost feel his scabs vanishing and the bones coming into place. After a while he felt a sharp hunger. He got up, swaying awkwardly. His leg hurt a lot but by burning pewter he felt strong enough to walk on it. He walked a little further. He was very purposely not burning any tin. He could still feel a lot of pains deep within him and he didn't want to pull them out. He felt a lot better. He supposed he should feel traumatized from the beatings and the walk he had taken, or exhausted, but the pewter seemed to make everything better. All the pains vanished beneath the strength it brought and he felt like he'd never need sleep again. Just beyond him he saw a mouse. Silently and swiftly he crept up on it. Then with a leap he jumped on it and smushed it with his paw. In an explosion of blood and gore the mouse's organs were forced out of it and it exploded beneath his hand. He was a lot stronger. He smiled, shrugged, and got to eating his catch. A little while later he reached Satsu. He paced behind him and tugged at his clothes to get his attention then spoke. "Thank you for saving me. I couldn't have made it much further and would have died horribly. You are awesome. I was going to bring you a prize in thanks but-" He waved his hand at his mouse blood splattered face- "It exploded. So I shall tell you what happened so you can avoid the Terris. In the warehouse they are shipping a great deal of goods, metal, drugs, medicine, food, prostitutes, feruchemical inventions, and rare metals. They may be contacting you for aid in that. They are using it to start a major mining operation and try to gain a large profit-" He relayed some more details on that, on the new inventions they were using to boost their output-"Oh and, they are working with house Yomen to do this. They have bribed local officials to look the other way." Alfie paused. His throat was getting sore. It didn't feel natural for him to say so many words. He coughed, shivered as his bones twisted a bit, and continued. "I was attacked by a tin burning mercenary of theirs before I got a chance to learn much more. They have a lot of guards. I don't think I was the first cat she'd hurt."

Sadly it seems to be down now, for me. Pity. I enjoyed seeing the old forums.

The main reason I go to these threads is to get little titbits of information like this so thank you for your contribution. I upvoted. I am looking forward to playing the game a lot.

I was referring to this statement, which indicated a direct effect of gravity on whether something was part of Shadesmar. TheOneKea, are you saying Brandon suggested that gravity determined what was part of Shadesmar or that you guessed from what he said that gravity was part of it?

I emailed Brandon about it, saying that we 17thsharders requested his aid and got this reply. He is a totally awesome author to know all this stuff. Now all roleplayers should have a better idea of how many soldiers you can recruit. South Korea has a population of 50m and North Korea a population of 25 million, the USA has a population of 313m. No reply from Peter sadly.

Indeed, outside the spiritual influence of the planet there is no Shade of the spiritual realm to make Shadesmar. I do wander what the cut off point is.

If Shadesmar was only on the planets that would make interplanetary travel a lot easier. It would take a long time to wander across the void. http://www.physicsclassroom.com/class/circles/u6l3e.cfm Gravity becomes negligible 50,000 kilometers from earth, aka 7 earth radius' away from earth. It halves around 3000 kilometers away from the surface.

A green expanse swum in front of him, in his head he was sure. A host cats fled across the plains from some unnamed enemy. He was among them, darting from rock to rock away from the ever pursuing foe. In time he slowed. They attacked, ripping into him. Biting and slashing his flesh. He lay there on the grass. He felt someone manoevere something in his head. Bright lights flashed around him and for a moment his mind vanished into its old panicked helpless self, frightened and scared with no idea of what to do. Then his mind was secured again. He could feel he was in a dream. He knew it, instinctively. He dreamed but they never felt natural to him. He was dreaming as a human and it wasn't at all right to him, like a fantasy world that just didn't seem real to him. His old masters had books of that. Stories about the religions of Harmony, each made magical, of a world where you could push and pull color by burning your soul. Crazy talk. He tried to access his metals again but felt that strange block. He was on the edge of awakeness but everything was sore and paralysed. Perhaps the sleep paralysis blocked him from burning his metals? His mind swam out again, away from awareness. He swam deep in the sea of his mind. Till something pulled him back. A new metal. This one called out to be burnt, demanded it. The twin of tin. Pewter. He touched it and felt a warmth through his body. His pains lessened, his aches vanished. He felt his flesh right itself and grow tougher. With the constant pain lessened he fell freely into sleep.

I wonder if Odium has been using hemalurgy. There are some hints that he may be involved in Scadrial as Trell in the death words of Miles. He would certainly be open to using hemalurgy to more effectively do his thing, what with him being so hateful.

Alfie rolled around in pain, coming in and out of consciousness as bits of him were prodded and poked. At one point he felt metal being put in his mouth. He weakly tried to swallow but nothing happened. Then his mind flashed pretty colors for a while till he felt an oily sensation in his mouth. He could sense his body, feel the pains, but felt disconnected. Like he wasn't himself. He was floating around above himself in a world of colored explosions. He had seen what he had known was red a while ago. Since his transformation he had been seeing different colors in the world, things he had never seen before. Back in the past blood and grass had looked the same to him. Now as his own blood splattered his fur he could very much tell the difference. He sensed the pools of power returning to him. He tried to grasp his electrum and burn it, but the pool seemed to be a million miles away. He opened his eyes. That much was possible. A blurred world floated above him. He twitched his paw, and limply placed it on Satsu's hand. Then, the pain overwhelming him again, he floated back to the world of exploding colors.

Alfie wobbled through the streets, sharp stabs of agony shooting through him with each step. He tried not to think anymore. He just stared at his electrum ghosts, his small remaining stocks quickly dwindling, pulsing steel through the environment to try and keep himself up. Eventually his electrum ran out and he paced on, his mind a hot red mess of agony, trying to get back to somewhere safe. In time his steel ran low and he could no longer burn it at such a high rate. He started pulsing it for flashes of vision and sight to get him home. Initially he had sought to go in the alleyways, away from any humans who could hurt him. But in time he lost focus and began staggering directly home in the most direct fashion he could manage. He instinctively sent out a signal with his metals, soothing curiosity and aggression softly as he went. Whenever he collapsed he flared his tin to wake him up. As he went on he had to do that more and more despite the agony. Eventually he reached the house and saw Satsu. By now he had very little metal left at all. Even his tin was running low. His steel had run out a while ago. His fur was dusty and muddy from pacing through dirty places with no care at all. Everything hurt. But he had to speak. He spoke softly to Satsu, his voice hoarse and sore. "... 'erris. Tin burn. Pain." Then he collapsed to the ground.

He went in and out of consciousness, being gently carried around the building through countlessgiant stacks of crates. Eventually they reached a corner, far away from anyone else. The man laid him softly down on a blanket and walked away. Alfie tried to move and managed to shakily stand up for a moment. Then a sharp stabbing sensation shot through his leg and he collapsed again to the floor. He wasn't going anywhere. In time the man came back with a toolbox. The man put it down and sat next to Alfie. He reached out and started gently stroking Alfie's fur, his hand ever so soft and skilled, avoiding bruises and injuries. "We'll have to get you all cleaned up then." The man then opened his toolbox. From it he drew a few strips of meat. Alfie risked burning tin again and winced as pain intensified all over his body. It didn't smell like anything had been added. Alfie took the food and chewed it, thankful for it. The man then took out a cloth and a metallic bottle of water. He went all over Alfie, removing clumps of dirt and blood, ever so softly cleaning his fur. Soon after he drew out a brush. He combed and cleaned Alfie, making his fur look and feel ever so glossy. He went over every inch of Alfie, drawing out the pains with his soft brush, ever so sensitive to Alfie's every movement of pain or pleasure. The man then put away the tool and drew out a strange leather thing. It was a long curved object with straps on it. The man spoke, his voice soft and calming. "Don't worry, this is a splint. I'm going to put it on your leg. That horrible lady left it rather damaged and I doubt you can stand on that leg without this." He then took Alfie's leg and strapped it onto him. Alfie winced slightly as it went on but the man was patient and very careful so it was never too agonizing. After he stood up. The splint supported the weight of his leg and allowed him to move. He could now move. The man was helping him but he preferred to get out of here before anyone else came back. He quickly started off as soon as the man's back turned off to his toolbox. From behind him he heard the sound of clothes falling to the floor and the man speaking. "Wait! We haven't even started the fun part! Here kitty kitty." He went faster, using steel pushes to lighten his weight. He sped off and soon found a torn up part of the wall at the side. Using a strong steel push he ripped it open and went through to the outside. He went off, seeking to return to Satsu's house.

Stars, literal bright lights, spun around Alfie's head. His spikes almost felt like they were vibrating, rocking back and forth in their sockets. Alfie started burning steel and wrenched himself to his feet, using invisible lines of force to keep himself functional despite the pains in his body. He collapsed, his mind started to wander. He had to get up before she attacked again. He flared tin. A cascade of pains and bright sensations filled his world. Everything got hotter and sharper. It woke him up. The woman was sitting on a crate looking at him. She had short brown hair, cheap looking clothes, and a lot of scars criss crossing her body and wrists. A fighter. Alfie felt his leg slipping beneath him and sent a pulse of force out to the metal floor beneath his body keeping him up. She spoke at him. "Here kitty kitty. Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Much." Alfie started burning electrum. One future led to him collapsing with a knife stuck in his body. He pounced to the left away from it as she flung a knife at him which thudded hard into a wooden crate. Alfie sped away at great speed from her, looking for an exit. Soon after he turned a corner and rammed straight into a man. He felt all his pains return as he collapsed to the floor. Everything went woozy. A little later he heard the woman arrive. He flared tin again and forced himself conscious. She stood across from them, twirling a knife in her hand. The man held him cradled in his arm like a human baby, and seemed to be protecting him. She spoke. "Hand over my toy. I am so bored in here. I want some fun." The man stepped back and shook his head as he replied. "I don't think I can do that, Abigail. You're not the only one who has their needs." He grinned at the woman, daring her to approach. She stepped forward. Alfie then felt the man swell, his muscles bulging visibly around him. "Go screw yourself you worthless tarnish." The woman swayed on her feet. Alfie hoped she wouldn't attack. She didn't. She huffed, twisted around and walked off. The terrisman's muscles returned to their normal size again and he walked off, speaking quietly to Alfie. "Time for my fun now."

Alfie worked his way down the building, hoping from pile to pile, keeping a careful watch on everyone. He was starting to get more experience with the metals, with his frequent adventures. He could tell there were quite a few people, feruchemical and allomantic, who had tin or pewter around. Guards on the lookout. There were several people burning copper too, presumably to keep the building off the map. This was a big operation, whatever it was. Eventually Alfie reached the floor, behind several large barrels of pewter. He was pretty sure he hadn't been caught. He started wandering through the place, going as silently as he could and avoiding any contact. He passed a large pile of crates. Inside he saw with his blue steel sight massive jars of some drink. He went further and found more crates. There were bandages inside, along with vials of liquids and various herbs and plants. A label in front of it read "For medicinal use." Another label on a crate read "In case of rashes." He went further on. He found a large metallurgy area, where strange metal objects were being made. Helmets and breastplates made of pewter. All sorts of bracelets made partly of aluminium and partly of another metal. Alfie went in between a set of crates and listened carefully to what was being said by the people there. A quite tall terrisman was talking to a shorter woman who was holding a piece of paper. "The hybrid bracelets will be ready for transporting tomorrow Tindwyl. I still think it's a fool's errand. You can't use another's metal no matter what tricks you do." The woman nodded. "Thank you for your opinion but we'll leave that up to the experts. I assume the bendalloy is ready for the miners too?" "We're having some trouble with that. It's really not an easy metal to work with. It burns if you so much as glare at it and it melts at such a low temperature that it made our people dizzy working with it near the furnace. But we're getting closer. We were using iron but it tended to rust through so we're putting a silver coating on it to minimize how badly they get poisoned. Is it true that there are miners who weigh half a ton just so that they can store more in their iron?" The woman shrugged. "I will neither confirm nor deny any such rumors." She grinned at him. "But they do look really really fat." The two grasped each other and arched their bodies close, kissing. She then drew back swiftly from him. The man looked sad at this but said nothing as the woman continued speaking. "Yomen has been demanding a lot for us, even asking that we send out our full feruchemists. Sometime we really have to show them who is boss. But we're learning a lot from this operation. New ways to use the metals. We're learning new ways to use the metals that we'd never have thought of. On that note, we may need some more nicrosil." The man slowly nodded, recovering, speaking "We don't have much but we could make some inquiries. Rose makes it I hear, and Satsu. How much do we need?" Tindwyl looked pensive and replied "Get as much as you can without causing any suspicion. Spread the orders out. I know some of the miners are swearing that bigger chunks of metal allow better drawing. I doubt it myself but they're digging up enough to make it profitable." The man thanked her, looked around, and got in close. "Drugs, food, prostitutes, metals, machine parts, liquid air- this is one of the most massive operations we've ever engaged in. Is it really worth it? Someone might found out." Tindwyl shook her head. "Everyone who matters has been paid off. We've paid the customs to the people at the top, bribed their secrecy. No one is going to find out, and if they did, what would they see? We're mining a few metals with a house. They don't know that soon we'll control the markets of every rare metal for the next century. Our future will be guaranteed and we will not have to rely on anyone else anymore." Her man smiled at her. "I love your passion." The two then hugged, said their goodbyes, and parted. The woman went to speak to others, asking similar questions. Alfie walked off. Hopefully this would be enough for Satsu. Whatever this was, it was something big. Suddenly he was flung to the side with a powerful blow and smashed into a crate. Everything went woozy and fuzzy. He looked behind him. Some woman was grinning, her eyes bright with tin and madness. She spoke. "Bad cat. You shouldn't be in there."

We have not been told he is the most powerful of shards. Brandon has explicitly said all of the shards are equal in power. Rayse is especially deadly because his shard is "frightening and terrible" and because he is "loathsome, crafty, and dangerous" not because of any special power. Odium is likely deadlier than other shards because he has a very offense oriented intent and because the man holding the shard is intelligent enough to use it well and manipulate people. Harmony is, by far, the most powerful of the shards as he holds two shards. Harmony could likely defeat any shard with ease.

Alfie nodded at Satsu's invitation, going to restock his metals from the awaiting tubes. Steel, electrum, his tin was still fine, he hadn't used much zinc or brass on the way back. He felt the happy tingle of a fully stocked stomach. Good. "I am hungry, but if I'm about to go out I'd prefer not to eat. It feels really really unpleasant steel pushing on a full stomach. It sloshes around and comes out when it shouldn't." Alfie shuddered at the memory. Alfie wondered where fish came from. He was vaguely aware that they were some sort of water creature but he had never really known what their source was. Did they grow on the beaches, like fruit? He had seen those in books. A mystery that perhaps he could one day solve now that he could read. He resigned himself to research later and drew his attention back to the matter at hand. Satsu started speaking again, talking about the various threats to them. "Would it be wise to collect the bounty for whatever Bloodmaker we capture? They might ask questions if you asked to be able to keep his corpse. I suppose you could cut off just his head if that isn't what you spike. The terrisman does sound more worrying though. Those cops are already looking to question you over those you killed beforehand. They're going to look at you with a very careful eye and riot and soothe you too. I shall investigate the Terrisman." He nodded to Satsu, said his goodbyes, and left. A while later he returned to the police station and worked his way around. He could still remember what the Terrisman smelt like. It was very distinctive from the average city dweller and beyond that the man smoked some plant and the scent wrapped itself around him like a web of smells. He found the man's trail near a side entrance and followed it carefully, stalking his prey through the turns of the city. He twisted and turned went up and down alleys. In time he reached a more industrial part of the city. Smog clung to the air now and often he had to send electrum ghosts out to find the scent again. But he kept going on his mission. In time he reached a massive building of some sort. A group of men stood guard at the entrance, standing astride his trail. He had to find another route. He worked his way around the building, looking for a way up. In time he found it. A factory next to it which was having some construction work done on it had some abandoned climbable building things on it. He worked his way up to the top of this and lept across the gap with a powerful push of steel. Soaring through the air he neatly landed down on the roof of the building. He crept across the metal roofing, looking for a way in. Eventually he found a skylight which he was able to push open. He lowered himself onto a beam and looked outwards. Hundreds of people, all male. Massive piles of metal. Booze, some plants. This was a curious sight.

Alfie sat on the roof of Satsu's home. There was an air vent that he had found on the way home through which he could hear everything that happened in the house with his tin ears. He listened to the conversation between Satsu and the butler. Something about Lord Fenkel. Meanwhile he looked all through the house with his steelsight. He tracked every person, noting their movements and patterns, followed the movement of every cats. Some cats looked back, though not many. After a while he saw a clean route through the house, unlikely to intersect with any humans or cats. He hopped off the edge of the building to a window sill, lightly pushing steel for balance, and went in. Alfie strolled into Satsu's office and waved. Pouncing up onto a paperless corner of the desk he looked at the papers Satsu was writing. They looked complicated and fancy and scholarly but he could tell that there were massive gaps. Whole bits crossed out with nothing to replace them. Many failed experiments. Perhaps with the gold spike Satsu would be able to heal faster and be better able to write his documents. But for now he had to relay his information. He spoke up. "Greetings to you Satsu. I went scouting to info and will now tell you the information. The bloodmakers apparently have a favorite bar, the curiously named "Inquisitor's Spike" where they go for your human drugwater. Sounds like a good starting point to look for them. Also the terrisman with steel powers went to the law to bribe them to look for his book. He has an arrangement with them about some packages which may be secret goods of some kind. Drugs, machine parts, rare metals, whatever the Terris people are into. He didn't say." Alfie quickly relayed all the rest of the information, glossing over most of it as it was not immediately relevant to their future. He then purred softly, and spoke. "I hope my information will be useful to you. How have you been?"

A while later, having got up, Alfie was pacing through one of their labs looking at the pretty metals. Some was arranged in ingots that shone brightly and lured, some in piles of dust, less brilliant but usable, some in massive tubs of alcohol glimmering and spinning. All ready for transport. As he turned a corner he backed up, squatting and rubbing his butt against the corner and pissed on it, marking it as his, filling the area with his sweet scent of musky cat. Perhaps it would be good to scout out the area. He went out and began wandering the streets. In a short time he reached the local watch center. Lots of stuff was always happening there so he supposed it would be a good place to listen for rumors. He made his way to the side, avoiding the front where people would spot him. He was in an alleyway, dark and wet with the police center on his left and some sort of meat storage place on his right. His steel sight really was powerful. He could see the whole world in blue, every movement and twist that the people around him had, even see through walls. But now he had to make his way up one. On his left was the police center. On the wall was a metal pipe which led up to near ledge and an open window where some police men were having lunch. From there he would be able to hear their idle gossip. There was a homeless person with a massive beard- they did always seem to be male for some reason, humans didn't seem to care much for men- so he couldn't use his powers openly. The homeless man didn't seem to have any metals in his stomach either so he was safe from copper burners. He looked beneath him. A metal sewer pipe ran beneath the earth, thick and gushing with some liquid. He focused his powers on that and pushed hard enough to make himself almost weightless. Then he ran at the wall and leaped, running straight up the wall. Then with a light push on the pipe he ran sideways and landed on the ledge. Perfect. He listened to what they were saying. "... and so I said, that's no mistwraith, that's my wife!" "...anyway, the end result after we closed off all the black market spots is that Harmony can't get aluminium any more without working with one of the houses..." "...bloodmakers are meeting up in the Inquisitor's Spike tavern and they'll probably get smashed again..." Alfie heard something interesting in the distance. He burnt tin more strong and focused his attention on that one voice in the multitude far away. "... has been lost. Our group wants it retrieved after it was stolen and we are willing to pay quite handsomely if any of your people comes across it. Above what we are already paying you for your kindness in keeping quiet about the shipments..." Was it the Terrisman? Maybe. He listened for a while longer, noting the rumors and the facts, then returned back to the safehouse to relay everything to Satsu.

I'm not sure exactly where to put this, but it is stalking of Brandon so this seems as good as anything. http://brandonsanderson.com/article/121/Tweets-January-13-23-2013 brandonsanderson.com/article/122/Tweets-January-23-28-2013 Enjoy.

Atium is indeed limited. Elend and his seers managed to use it all up. It does regenerate after being used though. Lerasium is rarely produced and so is inherently limited. If Harmony chose he could produce a huge amount of atium or lerasium. I am not sure if he could produce enough to be limitless if humans constantly burnt it.

Indeed I did. I suppose hypothetically in a still air chamber that would be so for a fraction of a second but in the real world wind and air flow would be a significant factor in your movement, if you really wanna be exact. His initial acceleration is uncertain given how easy he is to influence when he is storing most of his weight. Assuming wind doesn't exist, yes. Ah yes, we were talking about different things, me about absolute air resistance, you about the relative effect. I don't think we disagree on this.

No, that's incorrect. His acceleration is equal to the sum of gravity and air resistance. While he is not tapping iron he might fall at 9.8 m/s/s but while he taps it air resistance might make him accelerate at only 1 m/s/s. He won't fall just as quickly. He might fall like a feather, swinging slowly from air current to air current. I am sure you have seen feathers. They do not fall just as quickly as a pen you dropped because air resistance is a major factor in their acceleration. They don't accelerate as fast. Air resistance is weaker as he is moving more slowly though he will reach his terminal velocity faster I believe, as you say.

He doesn't fall as quickly. When air resistance becomes significant it starts to overwhelm gravitation acceleration. He is still tied to the planet's gravity as you say, but he falls slower and accelerates for longer due to air resistance counteracting the force of gravity.

I believe when you overlap time bubbles that is compounding as well. I believe it is a general term for power increases.