LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian

Currently I am not aware of such plans. Maybe we need to enter into a trade agreement with them, where they supply Aviar in exchange for... our special skills.

Nice to meet you! Welcome to the community. Have a cookie and an upvote! Regarding the live-streaming, please do drop the link, and the only way I know you can notify people of streams is if you’re using twitch, in which case you can post upcoming times so your followers can see. And as far as I know, the most effective way to delete your post is to report it (don’t worry, you won’t be penalized), as weird as it sounds. Edit: BTW, just checked out your art. Just wow.

We are also a leading scientific research body, who have helped further the Metallic Arts, or as we like to call them, the Metallic Sciences, to the point where we as a group have the resources to eradicate the Ghostbloods.

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Good evening all. I have recently required a benefactor with deep pockets who Is willing to fund my research of hemallurgy and its presence in other magic systems. This benefactor is willing to pay to send leaders in our field (or simply eager beginners) to different planets to research their hemallurgy. I will be leading this venture, so I would like interested parties to PM me.

I'm assuming this is all v all. First, a bit of backstory. A few years after the events of Warbreaker, a man known as Vasher started developing a language where all Awakening commands were simplified to one syllable. After years of hard work Vasher decided to test out his new language, by going to the nearest orphanage and adopting a week old babe, who's mother died during labour, and the burden of both providing for and looking after her was too great, so she was left at the orphanage. Vasher raised her well, and spoke with her only In this language. Like her mother before her she had a strong love of animals, the fiercer the better, and she could make these imaginary creatures come to life through her sowing. Vasher had seen her sew a life size cat in under a minute when she was 7. Before he trusted her with Breath, he had to teach her how to fight with sword and hand. At the age of 15, Vasher started training her in Awakening, and even at the Third Heightening she started achieving the near impossible: Awakening metal.When her training in sword and hand was done, Vasher taught her of the Cosmere. After seeking out a perpendicularity this child was left stranded in Shadesmar, her only guide a young man who had found her skulking on an extremely flat mass of rock. He always had a glint in his eye, and insisted she call him Onyx. He brought her to this place, and after helping her in, his face melted slightly, and his devilish sneer spit out the phrase 'Trell will be pleased.' The others IMO do not require this treatment. The only notes I have on the Double misting is that he was trained by the DA, and even in that holy place of learning containing such luminaries as@MacThorstenson his hemallurgical skill and knowledge was unparalleled. A strange Faceless Immortal seized his other spikes on the way in, until he was only left with one on top of his natural strength. I should probably mention that that spike was granting him steel, and it was placed through his eye. The only thing I'd like to remark about the Fused is that it is sane, and the Forger has with them a box of Soulstamps which grant different types of combat and survival skills, except for one that grants her an incredible ability of drawing symbols of light in middair. She does not know how to use this, but sometimes she comes across a symbol that does something strange. Once, she was just doodling near the place where that creature with the transluscent skin left her, and suddenly the eternal night of that horrible place was pierced by a blinding light. She seemed to destroy it when she waved her hands in front of her face, and from then on she started experimenting with it until she could create a torch sized light of medium brightness. The only thing she knows is that she made herself live near the legendary Elantris, and she had their powers but no way to use it. Oh, and when she did this, she turned into one of those majestic creatures. Battle begins. Fused lashes itself 5 meters in the air, doing this behind an intact building so as not to alert the other fighters if what he had done. The devilishly handsome man with the look of a Herdazian about him was currently having a blast, supposedly lashing himself from pile of debris to pile of debris, stopping temporarily to lash strange round glistening objects at the woman who stood before him in the blood red vestments of a gyorn, her second Soulstamp. She batted these away with the strangest emotion that the Fused had seen in his many lives, a serene hatred for all who do not conform. Her movements were sharp, grabbing those objects out of middle before the Fused even saw them, and throwing them back in every direction, trying to use probability to hit her target. Where was that weak child it had glimpsed before? As it turned to survey the area, a giant hand made of life sized lion sculptures (Awakened) swept it out of the air. On her first day here Siris had noticed these poor lifeless creatures lying in the ground, and gave them life. She told them ghradgv, which roughly translates as: Bring all who wish me harm down, and work together to do so. It reminded the Fused of that time that it saw the man who before its eyes broke into a million tiny cremlings. Or it would have, if it wasn't being pushed towards the ground with the strength of a Quintouple Lashing. It realised that it's only chance was to lash itself up until the lion-hand left the area (and therefore died) and then hope that it did not join them in their fate. The plan failed, as Siris' favourite lion, a beast she'd named Vasher after her father, clung on to the Fused hard, and in the end it fell lifelessly from his hands. After burning a quick glyph as Vasher had taught her with a reminiscent look in his wise eyes, and lamenting the fact that she was barely still of the Third Heightening, Siris set off to kill the other poor souls who were stranded in this dark place. And she was going to enjoy it. The young gyorn used that strange light to blind that unwitting tanned scum. She used this opportunity to unleash the caged beast inside of her. Wyrn had once commended her for her incredible combat skills, and there was reason for this. Meanwhile, Lopen, remembering the good old days of his hemallurgical research, decided that taking that glowing light away from that useless girl and bringing it back to the alleyverse would be his greatest accomplishment. If he could extract her limbs from his torso first of course. The strangest thing was, she seemed to keep rehrowing those bad boys five metres away from him. Which seemed impossible at that moment, until he found that beautiful metal animal prowling behind the ruins of what looked like an old pub, but that wasn't what interested him. The beautiful beast raised its bushy tail above its head, grabbing a half column from underneath it and chucking it at that blood red splotch in a sea of darkness. Varha had always had the gift of processing information faster than any other, and seeing that column she instantly figured out its history, and the skills that she had actually honed for 30 years took over. She grabbed the closest sharp piece of debris and took to carving the most important stamp of her life. Just as that rock was about to crush her, she reached out, and history changed. That column belonged to a cheap building, the first to collapse under the wrath of the gods. It wasn't even made of good rock, just a piece of limestone that they took from beside the waterfall that was beside their main competitor's headquarters. During it's time as a large piece of debris the column was slowly worn away in the middle by ph6 acid water, which slowly dripped down on one spot from the above drainpipe which was hanging in middair. It was so worn away that by the time Varha touched it it's only choice was to break in half, each half flying past her at a 45° angle. While the little girl grew smaller and more dexterous the great Lopen ran towards the great bird he saw fall out of the sky. He had once seen such a bird during his travels along the alleyverse, and knew where to place a spike to tske its wings for himself. He instinctively reached out and pulled a splinter of an old sculpture towards him. Satisfied with the metal, he continued running, augmenting his speed when he could with steelpushes or ironpulls. He found it lying in its own blood, the last spark of life flickering in its eye. Lopen put it out with the nice crunch of a spike through carapace, reminding him of the sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies. He shoved it into himself, and felt an incredible surge of strength. His steelvision suddenly gained a red tint, but that didn't matter. He pulled himself off the ground into the air, for the first time in his flying life disregarding the nearest metals. He felt a strange sense of deja vu, but the feeling of hovering weightlessly for the first time in a long while helped him disregard this. And so did that sweet sense of impending doom for his enemies. This was of course until that annoying child threw a piece of beautifully carved wood at him, and history changed. Now that aluminium bullet that missed his heart by 0.3mm, didn't. And then there were two. Siris smiled looking at that child bring down one of the most infamous Cosmere scientists of the past millennia. Killing her would be more fun than that deformed creature. Varha looked down from the space of nonexistence that showed her triumph. Her master had always taught her not to celebrate at the end of the battle, only at the end of the war. But for some reason destroying evil put a smile on her face. The Soulstamp that she was currently stamped with said that she was sent to the Dakhor monastery, giving her some interesting abilities. For example, she wasn't instantly turned into a useless husk when a blade with the command ftryds (meaning separate the soul from the body of those who fight against me) flew at and passed through her arm. She remembered that she needed to stamp herself soon, so she tried something drastic. She ran for the nearest shelter, and started changing the stamp that granted her that strange light power. One armed carving on the run was difficult, but she somehow did it by clutching the stamp in her armpit. Instead of being born an Areli peasant in this scenario, she was born noble. Surely they would know how to use these symbols? Siris was pleased with what her Awakening had accomplished, but she was of the Second Heightening now, and didn't have the time to recover her Breaths, lest that girl sneak up on her while she was doing so. The next blow would have to take that warriors life, not her ability to use her arm. She walked over to the decrepit building in which her opponent was hiding, performing the most powerful Awakening she ever had, bringing her down to the First Heightening. She uttered thrathto to the sword lying beside her, which roughly translates as destroy evil. Nightblood's sibling didn't have the traditional dark smoke around it, but hopefully it would do the job. She then charged into the wreck to do what needed to be done. Tearing that insignificant woman's spirit from her body. Varha's life had just been flipped on it's head. She could no longer use her arms as shields, but she could summon shields out of middair. She started off though, by quickly drawing a healing Aon that ended the deathly pain in her arm, and then set about killing that young girl that thought she was as powerful as her father. Setting up 3 shields in the building that prevented Siris from escaping once she ran in, she set about drawing an Aon Ehe with enough force to burn down Arelon from the safety of her shield. As soon as Siris ran in with that sword in her hand, her fate was sealed. The awakened corpse of the Fused she brought with her could not protect her from this Won of destruction, and so she perished mid Awakening, leaving behind only some ash and a sword that called Vahra. I apologise for how long this is, and for how i bent the rules too make some characters way more powerful. Please feel free to object. Edit: Hope this is the format you hoped for @The One Who Connects.

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I am deeply interested in this post. As I already have ties to the Knights Awkward and the Canton of Combat I believe I could be a valuable asset. I would prefer to be stationed in Fjordell, as some of that Dakhor monk stuff seems weirdly reminiscent of hemallurgy. I believe Dakhor cookies would be a great mechanism to lure in new recruits.

I'm not saying we make a Sylblade. What about a Sylbankvault?

I believe this is the spell that instantly summons Arcanists.

You make some compelling points. I currently cannot find a way to fault them, so instead I have a question that relies on us assuming this to be possible. If a Mistborn Awakener burned aluminium, would this also dispose of their Breath? Edit: Sorry @RShara I missed your post. That clears some things up. Thank you.

I'd say the fact that it's much easier to kill a koloss would lead to a victory for the Phantoms, combat skills being equal. Sorry about this guys, but I just love AonDor too much. Elantrian of Raoden's skill with the hand to hand combat skills around that of Demoux (I think that's the seer in Era 1 mistborn...) vs Lord Ruler without metalminds that could help in combat and who can't use atium to predict the future. Set in a city reminiscent of Luthadel in terms of materials, but not in a way that would give the Lord Ruler a territorial advantage. His supply of metals is unlimited, but can only flare them 1/4 of the battle time.

Compared to regular longswords. Kaladin remarks that they are still heavy.

If radiant spren can take the form of metallic objects with weight it stands to reason that they would be better than regular allomancers when using iron and steel since they could simply switch form to improve the strength of their pushes and pulls.

What if they're a fullborn filling a nicrosil metalmind? Edit: is there a specific WOB on this or are you referring to when Vin tried to burn Sazed's metalmind? Because Breath doesn't seem to be as specific as feruchemical Investiture.

Since Investiture resists the effects of other Investiture, would Awakened objects not resist the effects of atium? Edit: yes, this is my new reason for why I think Awakened objects resist atium.

I was speaking of a separate Awakener in the original post.

I'd give it to the Elantrian and Windrunner, because the few hours of being an op flying killer + healing + he's a better version of a normal shardbearer working with a representative of so far the softest magic system in the cosmere. If the Elantrian is anywhere near Raoden's level in terms of drawing Aons, I would say that they can almost take the Mistborn and koloss out on their own. The only way the other team could survive is if the mistborn has some atium, but I'm not sure if even then they could. So, same arena, Elantrian of Raoden's level vs a 10th level Awakener of Vasher's level.

When you convert your first victim to Sandorsonism, and it’s the best part of your year.

Here it specifies that the allomancer is an awakener. What if a regular allomancer tried?

Hey everyone! I was just thinking, if an Awakener of the Tenth Heightning placed enough Breath within some allomantic metal, and then that Invested metal was burned by a fullborn (if needed, filling a nicrosil metalmind), could we have one of the most op characters in the cosmere?

Can't seem to see his sig. How do I view it?

Don't know about this one, but most appendixes belonging to our future victims can be found on the end of a spike.

If it is possible, I would like to suggest a new combined spikesulate within the Canton of Combat for combined Knights Awkward and DA representatives (such as yours truly). I believe my combination of hemallurgical and Surgebinding powers would be a great asset for this Canton. And also, regarding atium burning mistborns vs Awakeners; are awakened objects aware enough for atium burning to be able to see its future movements?

@Yata IMO one of the surges of Voidbinding is only accessible to Odium, (and maybe his version of the Stormfather), likely Division, which is why the number nine is so commonly associated with his followers.