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Alfie waited, listening to every movement the inquisitor man made. Was the inquistor there to kill the cat man? He didn't appear to be heavily armed but with the spikes... no, he seemed to have stopped near the terrisman. The cat man's anger passed quickly and he soon started sniffing the air. Soon after he started to transform, changing into a cat form. Was there a transformation spike? He didn't know. Anyway it wouldn't matter too much. He wanted him to come over? He could go through the cabin but then he might be captured and killed. The window was a better option. The cat man was safe from immediate assault and had probably already used some powers. He looked outside with his steelsight, looking for any metal. Just his luck, there was a fence nearby with metal nails. He swung around and pushed against it, using it to throw him up onto the train. Scrambling he tried to avoid falling, pushing against the train to slow his swerving body, feeling air rush over his fur and freeze him. He quickly came to a halt. He then used his steel push against a wide area of metal (thus avoiding making push sound) behind him and flew over to the cat man's cabin. Pushing hard against another large area he padded down and slid across the metal roof, swerving to a stop. With another twist of his body and a push against the fence he slid down into Satsu's cabin, flying over his head. He walked up to the cat form and sniffed it. It smelled... different. Not bad but different. He nuzzled his face across Satsu's side and spoke softly to him. "He entered in the workman's cabin, walking proud and mighty. He had some spikes and some metals and so he may be an allomancer of sorts." He looked up again at the two men, his ears burning tin so he could hear every word or whisper. Looking back, he spoke in a more apologetic tone. "I am... sorry I had to use emotional allomancy on you despite your warning. Long story short, I thought he might be coming to kill you. Plus I thought you'd be interested in this inquisitor or thing with spikes." He looked over the cat body. "I like your new form, Satsu. You look good."

As the quote says, if Dalinar did not feed his plate Stormlight the Parshendi could steal it by feeding it stormlight. So it sounds like the plate is more loyal to stormlight than it is to people. It is 'bound' like a mercenary to whoever can front the gems.

It is bonded to stormlight, not to Dalinar.

On Scadrial, thank you Voidus, every shard shares the same focus for its magic, metal. Is this true for every planet? It's indirect, not asking directly about Roshar, but if he answers it we'll have a better idea of how the magic works. Or this question. Assuming Ruin had won and defeated everyone, what would his long term actions be in the cosmere? A fun question with lots of potential for widespread destruction. It may also explain why Odium is the most terrifying shard. Or this. A common motif of fantasy is floating cities of magic. Do you have any plans to do one? Because a certain Roshar city may have been a floating city of magic. If Kelsier hadn't taken up Preservation, what would've happened to the Shard itself (ignoring Ruin)? Would there suddenly be objects throughout the land like spren? We're asking about a hypothetical past that would never happen, but this should add more evidence on why spren exist. Back to the past, you said Nightblood was confused because most people don't have a good grasp of what evil is. Did you mean Vasher or Shashara weren't able to visualize what evil is, or the breaths? This would explain a lot about the nature of breaths- how sentient are they? I've bolded the ones I'd ask.

Alfie sat under a table. It was dark, hidden, and empty. More importantly he could hear everything. He flickered his attention from one conversation to the next. "...lost the game. That means you get to take my shift and get to guard that aluminium shipment. It's not my fault if Big Bob said he's gonna gank anyone..." "...sister lost her innocence to that ruffian. My brother too. At the same time. He calls himself Harmony but he's no god. Just a man who can connect with anyone. Even a jewelry clerk..." "...broke in, muscles bulging, and took everything. I've never seen a pewter twinborn before. It was... terrifying. They don't pay us enough for this. I didn't see his face but I bet it was Big Bob..." Itchy. He bent over and licked his belly. Lots of rumors to pass on, much information. He swung his legs around and used them to scratch behind his ears. Itchy itchy. Soon they arrived at a station. A man came in. He burned steel and looked at him. He had spikes. Another inquistor? One of the men of the man? He hadn't mentioned anyone. And he had metal to burn. Could the man see him burning metals? He softened his burning and crept after him, making sure to stay out of sight and not make a sound, using electrum to work out where he was going and what he would do. Shadows crept out, some turning back, some stopping and reversing. Soon he arrived to the cabin of the constables. He carefully hid himself near the riotman and stared out with his steel. Far in the distance he could see the man, spiked and ready with metal, pouring over a text of some sort. A cat, it looked like, with spikes in it. Probably nothing important, so he could communicate with him. He reached down for the metals deep inside him, a pool of hot fire and grasped one. Burning his zinc he sent a burst of emotional allomancy at Satsu, enflaming his curiosity and his anticipation for a moment in a way that would be hard to mistake as natural. It was hard sending it this far, almost thirty or forty paces, but just about doable. He then held up his paw, motioning for a stop, pointed at the inquisitor man, and then pointed his paw at Satsu, palm open, and pulled Satsu towards him metaphorically. He hoped, if Satsu could see this far, he would get the message. Come watch, but not too fast. Creeping carefully he got besides the door and jumped on a table. From here he could access the window if he had to. Then, his steel sight ready, he watched the encounter. OOC. I am imagining fairly short first class railcarts, perhaps twenty paces along. The layout is something like (with each - meaning one pace and . indicating a door) -------.---------Satsu-------.--------Terris-------Inquisitor man. -Window-------Alfie-Police-------.--Workmen, miners etc--. The rpg indicates that the normal range for emotional allomancy is ten paces while with practice you could make it 100 paces. You can decide if Alfie is strong enough to reach you with his zinc.

The magic of the fabrials depends on which gem you use. Roshar could be weird and have three focuses. Concepts, body focuses, and gems. Surgebinding would presumably be dependent on concepts like Syl, fabrial forging on gems for obvious reasons, voidbinding on body focuses by reason of elimination.

Everything went dark around him. He looked out the window frantically, scratching the glass. Soon after the world appeared again. He sighed in relief, letting his paws untense. They weren't dying. His mood was gone though, killed by the mysterious darkness that had surrounded the train. He got up and started pacing towards the next cabin. With a slight steelpush the door swung open to him a bit and he nosed his way through. Pacing completely silently, he entered another top class carriage. A terrisman was there reading some book. He sneaked through the cabin, asking an electrum ghost what the book held. He didn't want to mess with this terrisman. He had heard they had some incredible powers and could move faster than a bullet, heal from any injury, think faster than any man. He didn't want to provoke him and be smashed into a bloody pulp. If whatever he learnt was important he could scout further later. In the next carriage two policemen were talking. He listened to their conversation. "... He was like a brother to me. I went to battle the scum on the street with him on a daily basis. He was like a family member. I'd have let him into my home and let him put his damnation fat legs down on my chair and eat my food. damnation. And they killed him. Bastards. They're lucky they fled to easier pickings." The other man nodded consolingly, his face angry and red. "We'll get them yet. I don't care if we have to track them to the end of the earth. We'll make them choke and scream as they face the hangman's noose. Those rich kids thought they could do anything. Driving around their fancy automobile. They were driving like madmen and he came up to tell them to stop and they just blew a hole in his chest, right in front of you." The man shook his head and continued speaking in a calmer voice. "I talked to the locals. They reported seeing the people around town asking questions about if there was anyone rich looking for some hired help. They pointed them to a few people. Some merchants selling wood and food, some crazy mine owner far past his prime, the village mayor. I asked the mayor about the scumbags and he said they came to steal from him but they ran off once he threatened to blow their brains out with his blunderbuss. All the rest of the people are quite far off. We can question them again later." Alfie suddenly worried that he would be captured, tortured, found out. He'd fail Satsu and end up some foul spectatle on his table, another set of marks on his diagram of death. Then, as quickly as the feeling had came, it left. The other constable clenched his fist and spoke, his voice calm and clear. "We will make them talk." Alfie slumped down. He should have died with his family in that house. That would have been a better death, where he hadn't been a coward and ran. He should be... he pushed back against the feeling. This wasn't him. These were not his feelings. Forcing his legs up he sneaked past the constables, onwards. Alfie quickly left the cabin. Were those really his emotions? Did they force him to feel that or just bring it to the surface? OOC. One is a rioter, the other a soother, good cop and bad cop. The original encounter didn't go quite as said. They stopped the car because they don't like rich people and wanted to feel good about themselves by intimidating some kids. If this contradicts any ongoing story things you have, I am fine cancelling it. Once in the final carriage he pushed down his feelings and focused on the mission, listening to the worker's comments, noting especially any rumours about allomancer gangs and listening with a open but disinterested ear to anything relevant about metal shipments or interesting about the now bankrupt house. Yawning, he hid behind a big bag, his tin enhanced ear and electrum ready to warn him of any threats. Unless a situation came up, he would then return to Satsu to report.

I think you may have meant a discussion I was involved in. One thing I mentioned for consideration is this. In Scadrial metals are the focus. And as such we have this lovely diagram. http://www.crafty-games.com/files/image/Preview-Allomantic%20Table.jpg And for Roshar we have this diagram pointing to the focus being the symbols. http://brandonsanderson.com/images/wok/tWoK_ENDSHEET-FRONT-1-webres.jpg So the focus could be any of the things in the table in the Ars Arcanum- the gemstone, the body focus, or the divine attribute. I think your second idea, that there's a cognitive focus on ideas, is most likely. That is called the divine attribute in the table, so it is the most godly thing on the list.

You assume that they see killing skaa women as a bad thing. Really he should have just made interbreeding between skaa and nobles impossible when he genetically modified them. Of course if he had done this, Ruin would have won in time so, it would be bad.

The eyes are the door to the soul and your power, and by blinking you can build up your power for some action rather than constantly expending it.

You have an intriguing post. I like your idea, that shadesmar can be accessed behind closed eyes, when you are thinking. It may be more than that though. Quotes. From my ebooks, he uses eyeblink one other time, in mistborn 2. The eyes are a body focus. Maybe blinking them has some magical property? We know heartbeats are a measurement, with ten heartbeats needed to draw a shardblade. Maybe blinks are a similar measurement.

He looked back at the man, trying to explain how he felt about the things. "I can't tolerate pain. I never was strong. Smart, but not strong. You seem stronger. Smart too." Alfie continued staring out at the landscape rushing past. Trees vanished in the blink of an eye, hills held steady, blue far away. He felt safe, calm here. He could sense the man's wariness from the shudder in his step and explained. "My family took me on train rides. They had a mine which we rode to a lot. I miss them. I'll spy for you. But in a while." He continued staring out of the window, lost in memories. OOC. Alfie is influenced by the spike. He wasn't influenced by the spike in the last post though. He really loves trains and really doesn't like pain. I change his speech pattern and the way he thinks when the spike is influencing him. He hasn't been influenced by the spike since... ohhh... about a week ago. If he seems weird, that's just because he's an infantile cat who had a magical spike jammed into him and suddenly had to deal with a new world. He's increasing in intelligence rapidly, but he's a long way off being at top form. He mostly still thinks in cat terms, not human terms. He has all of his metals turned off at the moment, though in a little while he'll turn them back on and listen into conversations around and get any local gossip. He can hear any game master hints you wish to reveal about our upcoming adventure.

He could feel his power pulsating inside him. The tin, electrum, steel. Even the metals of his spikes. He could burn those in an emergency. He hoped they would be enough for the task ahead. To defeat his foe while remaining uncaught. He heard the train arriving, the sound extremely loud to his ears. He got ready to follow the man in. He was shocked when he was unceremoniously picked up and carried in. He tensed up, his fur going on end and his paws sticking out, completely still. When they got in the train he shivered deeply, from head to tail. He didn't like being carried. Trying to shake it off he jumped up on the table and went to the window staring out into the distance. He heard the man's question and replied, not looking back, just watching the town go by fast. "Wouldn't removing my spike cause me agonizing pain and weaken me a lot before the mission? I'd prefer to watch the outsides. I love being in trains."

Alfie loved commuting. It was something he never had much chance to do back in his old home. The rush of the air, the way the landscape flew past. It was exciting. Admittedly he could live without the rush hour and people stamping and smelling strongly, but most of it amazed him. He was really looking forward to this ride. He couldn't see the next spike. He looked around and found a source of metal a little ahead. A moving one. With a push he slowed himself and landed on the top of a tree. He steadied himself and looked down to see what it was. Through the trees he could see a man. A wood cutter. He was looking from side to side, confused at why his axe had suddenly jerked aside. Oops. He looked around again and found another source of metal. The man had a lighter in a nearby camp. Jumping from branch to branch, tree to tree, he found his way to the camp. He jumped off the tree, pushing against the metal, hovering in mid air. He started to burn electrum, trying to work out which way to go, looking at shadows flying off into the air. A shout came out from the woods. "I know you're there, get out of my camp you dirty kid." Alfie's tin ears could hear the man stamping towards him, quite close. Worrying. Thinking quickly, Alfie spoke loudly into the night, his voice high pitched and whiney. "You have not seen the last of the Kelsier appreciation club! We will have our rights!" By now he knew the way. He was close. One more push would get him there. He pushed hard against the metal, crushing it into the ground, and flew away at a huge speed. As he flew he considered the scene. He was pretty sure the man hadn't seen him. He landed just outside town, slowing to a stop over the last spike. He sneaked in through town avoiding letting anyone see him and soon reached the train station. Satsu was already there so he walked under his seat and sat there, hiding under the man's legs.

We'll see. I do think his choice of words is noteworthy. He says that allomancy is rare but says nothing about feruchemy. It wouldn't be that surprising if feruchemists were common. He may have wanted to preserve some of his people from being made into mistwraiths. Edit. And thanks.

You can steal shardblades to enhance cat inquisitors. Brandon said that there would be some scene that would please cosmere aware people at the end of Stormlight 2. I personally am hoping for a battle between Hoid and the seventeenth shard where we would get to see different magic systems interact. That would give us some more data to see if your theory is accurate. For example, could a shardblade cut steelsight?

"I'm used to riding on trains. I escaped onto trains several times. Nobody minds a furry passenger who is silent. I'll travel with you." He followed the man out. He could still smell blood, intense powerful, getting into his nose. He pointedly ignored it, not wanting to await her and shut off his tin. He soon reached the first spike. He wasn't that agile and couldn't go that fast but he had remarkable control with steel. He set the steel at a steady burn and saw a host of spiderwebs of blue in front of him. Some led to the metal beneath the ground (he could see a lot of undiscovered metal) but he ignored it. Two thin lines stretched ahead of him. One led to the first spike, another to the second. He ran up to the spike, awkwardly jumped over it, and burnt his steel strongly, pushing at the first spike. He flew up into the air, soaring through the sky. Exhilarating. The air was rushing through his thick fur, chilling and exciting him. He had to time this right... the pushes were strong enough to make a fat human fly, they made him even faster. He flew over the second spike and pushed again... off to the train.

They have the seeds of all three arts, which includes feruchemy. So it is implied that they have the potential to get feruchemy. Off topic, but I know the Terris people had two pools of god in their mountain, Ruin's pool and Preservation's pool of magic. I wonder if that was why they had their powers.

Hmm. Brandon did say that future technology would mix magic and science. Perhaps they have some way of enhancing their technology with magic? Or vice versa, since their technology is very different from the north which uses mostly technology and enhances it with magic. Perhaps a way to make a feruchemist strong enough to draw a lot of the overly hot sun's energy away with brass.

Yeah, the Reod may well have been arranged by Dominion, or some agent of his that is seeking to reconstitute him. Or Odium may have left a surprise for Elantris. Or it may have just been an earthquake.

He slumped down slightly, offering no threat. "My disguise is only to hide from humans, not you." The man put his eye on. He tried not to wince at the sharp thing being so near his eye. Or where his eye had been. He could still feel the metal going through him, pulsating with power and possibilities. A lot of cats and humans must have gone under that man's spike and pewter hand to make that map. He shivered slightly. There was always the risk that one day he would add to that knowledge. He gripped the steel in his paw a little tighter, the start of his escape plan. He'd soothe and riot him, flaring his power to disorient the man for a few seconds. With pewter the man could be very fast. Then he'd push and get away as fast he could. He'd spotted a service elevator cut through the rock that led upstairs to the metallurgy labs. Presumably to avoid too much interaction between the humans and the staff and haul up metals. He could get up there, though it was on the outskirts and would be quite hard to reach. Once he was outside he could hide very well in the forests... But the man was talking again, about the eye. He slumped down again, showing completely sincere submission, purring slightly. "All they shall see is a cute cat wandering the streets." He listened further. Standing on the man's shoulders? Risky. "I'll go on the spikeway. If your enemies attack you dodge bullets better than I. I like flying too. It's intense."

I would certainly appreciate you and Chunky roleplaying with us. I saw your description of him and he looked quite crazy and fun I find it quite amusing that both of us will have combat incapable characters with weak minds who are constantly confused by visions of the future.

He looked at the notes. He had since found more metals (the more common ones were everywhere in piles and vials and blocks and he had nicked some from somewhere they wouldn't be missed along his way) and had refilled his tin and could see every detail of the paper and the diagrams. He made a quick comment as the man put them away. "You spiked lots of cats and humans to make that diagram. You know lots about hemalurgy. You have science." He listened carefully to him speak, nodding his head at his words. "I need the eye to see but yes I am ready. I have metal and will." He felt like he should add something. "Thank you for helping me get a new eye Satsu. I doubt the people outside would appreciate the beauty of metal."

I doubt I will play but i have some experience with these things, so for any potential new players- what time does it tend to run, how often, could we have a short snippet of the plot as of now, what ages are the current players?

Summary. You can see my motivation to note down stuff dropping by the end, but I note all the big things so you can find anything you want. 0.52 Brandon dodged book reports from his teacher by making reviews from the blurb till she told him to read a book from his private collection. 1.16. He read dragonsbane, loved it, loved the cover. 1.30 LOTR too hard to read. 1.50 Asked for more dragon books, got dragonflight. 2.14 Read Terry Brooks, everything he could get his hands on. 2.20 Robert Jordon released eye of the world after this, he picked it up as it came out. He liked being the first to see an epic. 2.50 He wanted to be a writer in the summer. 3.20 Sent to Korea by his LDS people, not will. 3.50 The culture was very different, useful for a fantasy writer. 4.20 Loved writing, dreaded chemistry, changed major as you have to do english to be a writer. 4.45 Got a hotel job from a friend for money. Got information from people for future writer. Used hotel computers. 5.50 Wrote nine novels on hotel shift, didn't let people read them till he took a class by Dave Farland. 6.20 Saw an author making a living, built his interest in fiscal side. 7.10 Dave said to go to conventions to make contacts. 7.50 Chatted with an agent for Tor at con, networked. 8.10 It's not an old boy's network. 9.00 Learned to target his books to editors. 9.20 Wrote six more books. Wrote Elantris as he loved epics. Sent books to Joshua. 10.00 Joshua asked him to improve more, helped him. 10.40 He told him to improve a particular book. 11.00 Sent to an editor, can't unscramble his name. Mosher Fader? He wanted to buy the books. Joshua negotiated contract. 12.00 Why are you interested in children's books? Talked about writing Mistborn. 13.00 Mostly wrote new books. Writing Mistborn 2 was scary in case they rejected one. Wrote YA book to cleanse palate. 14.00 Book is like a brainless comedy. 14.40 Why write Stormlight Archive? Editor told him he wasn't good enough to write it. Couldn't write it properly. Spiraled out of control. 16.10 He knew he could write it after gathering storm and wrote it. Turned out perfectly. 16.50 What's it like writing wheel of time? He was chosen by widow after he read her writing. Kept talking about wot.