AonEne

Please stop posting *wins*, posts that have no substance and are just repeating what was just said (ie ), posts that just back and forth "I'm winning" "no you're not" at each other, and stuff like that. Hold actual conversations. Don't post for the sake of making the thread longer or just to count down posts.

*hugs everyone back* Today is better, thank you all!

Moved to the Mistborn forum - 17S Discussion is for discussion of the website.

No need to be sarcastic, it's so as to not clutter up the pages and spam. People can easily enough tell if it's on a different line, posts here are generally short enough that more than one is just unnecessary.

Yep, what those two said. Just a new trend, not something that's needed to make friends on the Shard or anything like that, some people just started doing it

Welcome to the Shard! The bathroom's down that way, ignore the screams of trapped souls in the toilets

I had an awful day, but recovered it, so I'll live. Would like hugs, though.

Marie felt the orders shift inside with joy. The Steelrunner was dead and the Hunter and kandra were on the Compounder, leaving two men and a woman all for herself, and the only restriction not to kill. She would have some fun now. Thank you, Ruin, for sending me this carnage. Marie tossed her head back and let out a wild shout of happiness, then dropped a clip, flying up, hovering at perhaps ten feet above the dining area. She drew her knives. She drank a vial of metals. She smiled. And then she tipped forward in the air, cutting her Steelpush and letting herself fall. At the same time, she flared duralumin and yanked on the metal around the woman, jerking her into the air, where the two of them collided messily, a tangle of limbs and yells and Marie's knives tracing patterns in her skin. They hit the floor (snapped a leg, heal that) and the enemy was flaring pewter, a part of her mind noted, but the rest of her was laughing and laughing and laughing as she slammed a fist onto the girl's fingers, not letting her find purchase on the tile. The Thug tapped something and she would've paid attention to what if her steelsight and Seeking hadn't both snagged on a hail of bullets flashing toward her; her mind outran her body, having Feruchemical zinc but not steel, and so she stood to take them head-on. The men had decided to try to save their ally, not realizing until this moment - as they looked upon an Inquisitor whose skin spat out bullets, who licked blood off her lips with a smirk - that this meant they would have the brunt of her next attack. She regarded them with red-specked spikes and curled her lips in an eager snarl. One jolted suddenly toward her, Lurching to the wall behind her with feet oriented to meet her face, and she sidestepped neatly, letting him crash. Meanwhile she was running down the aisle to the last man, who emptied his gun of bullets at her, Pushing them to quicken their way, frantic with fear. She Pushed in a wave, catching most of them and healing from the ones she didn't. Shells clattered around them. He batted one dagger away when she threw it at him: the other slashed down his forearm. Desperately, he ducked behind a wooden eating table and Pushed his gun at her, and she plucked it out of the air and tapped heat - specifically, to her hand. It hurt like hell and turned her flesh to ash and char, but she went through an entire brassmind to melt the barrel of the weapon, making it an unusable glob of metal. Then she regrew what she'd burnt, clapping her hands and rubbing them together to rid herself of the dead skin, wincing at the pain. It was pain, though, so she managed to grin anyway, and swallowed a fresh vial. The Lurcher tackled Marie to the ground from behind, hands around her neck; she reached back, easy as buying metal, and cleanly broke his wrist. Then, still holding onto his hand, she Pushed on his blood with all the power her flared steel and duralumin could give her. She wasn't sure beforehand whether it would tear off the hand or rip all the blood out of his body, but was interested to learn that the answer was the former. The Lurcher keened and Pulled at the ceiling to escape; she burned nicrosil and touched his ankle as he did so, and he suddenly shot up, iron unexpectedly enhanced. The impact knocked him out, and his trip back down to where he sprawled over a table likely didn't help - nor did him having decreased his weight on the way up, but falling with it restored. There was a bang as the Pewterarm shot at her, but she tapped gold and faced her, frowning. She was miraculously unhurt from the fall - ah, Fortune. That explained it, and how the shooting had started at the moment she needed to escape. Marie had fought a Spinner once before, when chasing down a rogue Keeper for the Lord Ruler, and it had been difficult, but still doable. Forward she arrowed, trilling a sweet, discordant song of fury inside her, and blades flashed then clashed, stabbing here, there, Pushing away and corralling the Coinshot there as well, and she lost herself to the movements for a minute. The Coinshot was white-faced on the ground, holding his shoulder, when she came to, and her dagger was at the Twinborn's throat, whose hands were raised in surrender. She smiled delightedly at the two of them, then sank her knife deep into the woman's abdomen. Removing it, Marie jabbed at and skewered her right ear, then trailed the side sensually from her forehead down the bridge of her nose, which she pricked lightly. Not killing was a whole lot of fun, if you looked at it the right way.

That's awesome, Ru! Tell us all the cool stuff you see with it

Nah, I've read through longer. This thread has quality stuff on it, it'd be one of the easier ones to read all the way through. They're probably doing it over multiple days, as well; I did, and it was only like 200 pages (including the first thread) then.

Even with a spoiler tag. The tag is for other spoilers, one that are out of their respective period; like if you wanted to talk about something from, say, Words of Radiance as it's connected to Mistborn. You can also use them to contain things which would otherwise take up a lot of space on the page.

Marie watched the fight with a strange mixture of anger and excitement roiling within. She wanted to be there, killing, breaking, Ruining, exulting. She'd tried lunging toward the battle once it had begun, no thought in her head but A fight!, but her body was relentlessly unmoving. She whirled on Adilie and bared her teeth in a grin. "Looks like we've been betrayed. I don't suppose you'd like some help?" @mathiau

Reminder that RoW spoilers are not allowed outside of the spoiler forums at this time.

Heh, yeah, Brandon has said that the names are inspired by French

When you have a dream about you and Rysn protecting Hoid from Odium so he could read RoW memes (yes, really). When you put on lots of layers and even goggles to go out on a four-wheeler drive, and compare it to Shardplate.