AonEne

Amaranta? Edit: didn't see edit, I'm not guessing her after all

"The walrus gets too dead and reads romance novels" is probably the foretold future of the crystal cheese and mistletoe.

Dishardic meaning only two, or two or more?

But they were COMMITTED.

Mishmash

So the Narrators convened to end mobile injustice.

*low screaming* holy crap holy crap holy crap

Chana

"Do as you wish. I have someone to find," Marie said to the revolutionary, an ecstatic smile breaking over her face. She nodded to him, dropped a coin, and took off. After a minute of flying around, peppering the people below with metal, her bronze at last caught on the distinctive pulse of tin. Excellent. She tracked it to the side of a firepit at the other end of the camp, where most people were hurrying to grab what they could and either run away or dive into the fight. The fighters she could respect a little. Perhaps some of them also gloried in shedding blood; likely most just wanted to know what was going on, and thought whatever was attacking them was a threat that could be stopped. Amusing, but then, they didn't know - and even when you did know it was beyond you, most people still tried to fight. (A younger Marie had, when the Inquisitors shut the door and came at her.) She hit the Tineye from above, crashing her into the dirt. The woman clearly had no chance against an Inquisitor, but she did her best anyway - flared her metal, as though it'd help; clawed and kicked wildly. Marie administered a pewter-burnt slap to the head, stunning her, and flipped the Tineye over, holding the body in a parody of a lovers' embrace. Then she stabbed it through the heart with the steel tent spike, shoving it deep into her own ribs. The two of them were both screaming as one, pain and joy intermixed. Marie tapped a little gold and dropped the woman, whose shrieks were already giving out, substituted by sobbing and coughing up blood. Marie put a coin through her skull as a mercy, then walked a few feet away, focusing on the new part of her. A pouch of tin dust tore out of the former Allomancer's pocket, soaring to Marie's hand. She poured some into her mouth, licked extra off her lips, and started burning the new reserve as soon as she became aware of it. The freshness! The clarity! Marie laughed, drunk with a blood fervor and the feel of a new metal in her stomach. Throbbing pain seemed to connect all her spikes, her spiritweb lighting up with Investiture. Her own cackle sounded loud in her ears. And Harmony whispered to her, What have you done?

Nale

It is indeed Noorden! Steel Ministry, happy obligator, 16.

"Fine by me," Marie said after a moment of processing the internal changes. [insert post where she kills a guy to make the timeline not weird]

X X

It occurs to me that I forgot to add Nightwatcher to the list. I'm disappointed in myself. Hurt and Heal - 7 Rate the ____ Above You - 7 Guess That Cosmere Character - 9 Synonym Game - 7 Tournament: Roast Battles - 7 The Person Below Me... - 9 Guess That Cosmere Place - 10 Nomic - 7 Memes of Any Kind - 8 Hurt TPBM, heal Roast Battles

Here

Nope. Clue five: this character was part of a religious institution.

Marie ran through the commands in her head, considering. "If it lets me kill and move freely? Be my mental guest."

Welcome to the Shard! He's crazy good at what he does!

Welcome to the Shard!

Welcome to the Shard!