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The jump from “brains are used for logical processing” to “anything that can logically process has a soul” is a big one, I think. As is assuming the brain imparts the soul. @SpiritOfWrath, do LDS believe all life has souls? Including single-celled organisms, and other very small, unthinking creatures?

Who, the character that died in Subversion’s story? That’s not Sequence.

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I think there’s a problem not addressed in the responses here: Ruin’s influence. Rashek’s initial actions could have been better, yes, an a lot of the posts here do address that. However, long-term, you are going to be affected by Ruin’s influence as Rashek was. Can’t find any WoB’s that talk about this except this one: But I believe the annotations for Mistborn talk about it. So, whatever path you take, over the thousand year wait for the Well to refill, Ruin is going to twist you over time. For that reason, it’s hard to just say you won’t make an evil empire. Rashek’s biggest mistake was trying to move the planet. That caused a whole ton of problems. The empire, I give him a tiny bit of slack for.

The traveler stepped from the shadows, and into the light of the Dreamsmith's forge. "Dreamsmith. Why should I care?" The Dreamsmith studied her, metal jaw whirring. "Care about what?" He asked The traveler paused. Surely he understood her question. "About anything." The Dreamsmith nodded, and his flaming eyes brightened. "Ah. I am afraid I cannot answer." "What? Why not?" Came the traveler's shocked reply. "I thought you were supposed to be wise." "Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not." The Dreamsmith shrugged. "Even so, my wisdom cannot answer this question." "But... you care. Why can't you tell me your reason for caring?" "You did not ask for my reason. You asked for one that would work for you." The traveler considered this. "I suppose I did not. Why do you care?" "Ah, that, I can answer." The Dreamsmith smiled. "I care because I wish our Author to care." "That... What? Does our Author not care already?" "He does. And yet, if we do not care, I fear he will not care either." "That... does not make a great deal of sense." "I know. Perhaps it will make more sense if I show you what Subversion is doing right now." The Dreamsmith closed his eyes and concentrated. "What she is doing?" The traveler scowled. "Why should that matt- Pages spread before her. Simple, white paper, with words handwritten in ink. She read them, and this is what they said: A man woke up, knowing that his world was going to end today. He did not know how he knew this, only that it was true. The man ran from his house, screaming incoherently. The man was struck by a car, and as he lay there dying, his world ended in the cacophony of a sun's supernova. A boy woke up, knowing that his world was going to end today. His father made breakfast for him and his sister, and they ate in silence. As he looked at his younger sister, the boy saw that she did not know. A part of him wanted to tell her, but in the end he could not bring himself to do it. The boy looked at his father, who smiled at him in an encouraging sort of way. Despite the smile, the boy looked at his father's eyes and saw the knowledge they held. A father spent a sleepless night, knowing that his world was going to end tomorrow. In the morning, he drove home before his children woke up, thanked his brother for watching them, and made breakfast for himself and his children. After that, he drove his children to the hospital so they could watch their mother die. A wife did not go to sleep, knowing she would not wake again. She was tired, though. So very tired. But she waited until her husband returned, with their children. Her heart broke as she hugged them one last time, saw that her son understood where his sister did not. Most of all her heart broke for her husband, in whose eyes she saw a world ending. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Tears flowed, but he did not say what she knew he felt. I love you, he said instead. His eyes said what his mouth could not. I'm not ready, they said as their children clung to her. Please, don't go, said his eyes as her vision started to fade. The wife felt tears in her own eyes, but she could not stay. So she died. And three worlds ended in the silence of a once-beating heart. "Do you see the tears?" As the Dreamsmith spoke, tearstains appeared on the pages. "I see them." The traveler replied. "Where do they come from?" "From her. From him. She wanted to know if Authors really care about the stories they write, about the people in them. She has her answer, and so, by proxy, do you." The Dreamsmith closed his eyes. "The Author cares about us. Sometimes more, sometimes less. But if we do not care, he will forget that we are alive. Or perhaps, never learn that we are alive. And so I care, to remind him." The traveler considered this for a good long while. "Your answer... does not fit me." "I knew it would not." The traveler looked at him questioningly. "Then my quest is pointless? If even you cannot give me the answer..." "Pointless? perhaps." The Dreamsmith fell silent, then. He watched the traveler's shoulders slump, her failure assert itself. "Thank you for your help." She said morosely, and turned to go. "I suppose now that I have failed, I should return to Subversion so that she can destroy me." As the traveler began to fade from the Dreamsmith's workshop, she heard his voice once again. "As you have asked a question of me, it is only fair that I ask one of you." The traveler strained to hear the Dreamsmith's wavering voice, fighting to remain just a little longer to hear this question. "Why, traveler, do you care?" The traveler awoke on a dusty road. She stood, and looked up and down the path. To the north, she could see the path led towards wilderness, the continuation of her pointless quest. To the south, the path led to a darkened place, where she knew Subversion would be waiting. Dreamsmith's question ringing in her mind, the traveler set off on the southward path.

"Another Thread, I presume?" Malevolence tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Would you be so kind as to take one of my drones with you when you go? I am curious to see how other Threads operate."

"Yes, that sounds like a good plan. It would be best to leave her..." Unintelligible noticed for the first time that Ryver was gone. "Where did he-ah, no matter. We could leave her... someplace else. Nameless's house, perhaps?" Unintelligible looked at Sequence's body in his arms. "I have no vendetta against you, Rebus." He looked up, eyes dark with grief. "Do you truly want to start one?" "That would be acceptable to me." Malevolence sat down, a chair appearing beneath him with barely a hint of electricity. "So, the terms of our contest. Whom shall we ensnare in our schemes?" The can burst in the Sage's face, coating him and the ground beneath his feet in oil and causing him to stumble back, more from shock than any real harm. "You dare assault me, the great Sage Orti-" His rant was interrupted by Lyric, who rammed shoulderfirst into the Sage, knocking him over and clearing the path to the exit. "Come, friend Jack! Escape is nigh!" He ran to the exit, but waited for Jack to follow before exiting. Don't worry, Nameless is dead, and he decided to take up a name before that anyways. (Although there is an inactive sphere that would turn into an evil sort-of clone of him out there somewhere. And I do have ideas for a plotline involving him somewhere down the line.)

That wouldn’t result in you gaining extra strength from pewter, though. External metals like iron or steel, yes, I can see you getting more power out of. But pewter is going to be burning at the same rate from your perspective, meaning you have the same strength, you’re just faster while using it.

Unintelligible found himself staring at Sequence’s corpse again. He trembled, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Hope is important.” He whispered. “Goals are important. Even if defeating Ivisyre and restoring Sequence’s world is impossible… I need something to keep going for.” Slowly, he knelt to the ground and picked up Sequence’s body. “We should… be on our way. “Existence is assured if my goals are met.” Malevolence countered. “I suppose I could acquire a Plotblade to wager. Or perhaps I could agree not to seek Antagonist.” — The husks and the sage were distracted indeed, watching Jack in awe as he flew through the air over the heads of the husks and towards the door. Lyric took advantage of this distraction, pulling his hammer from his side and laying into the husks in front of him. In moments, he took down several of the creatures, making a hole large enough for him to dash through, catching up to Jack as the mechanical man landed. “Excellent, my friend! Now we must merely make it past the mighty Sage!” — Balitan worked quickly, remaking isolation protocols, patching together fractured code. Several hours later, he looked up from the computer. “Alright. I have done what I can. The self-repair code is operational, and the system should come online in a few hours. — Unintelligible stiffened at Rebus’s words. “No, I doubt you can.” He said, voice cold. “I think I speak for both myself and Aelinor when I say we are not in the mood for your machinations.”

no, he could not. At least, not quickly. There’s a lot of matter in a planet, and Nightblood would take a really long time to eat it all. Relevant WoB’s:

"Yes," Unintelligible said, voice hoarse. "She would want to be buried there. Wherever we bury her... we should make certain we can move her body, once Ivisyre is dead." Unintelligible's hands tightened into fists at the thought of Everyone, probably laughing with glee at the way this had all turned out. Well, he would make certain that bastard didn't laugh for long. He would... Not right now. Bury Sequence, then... Unintellgible closed his eyes. "I think she would like to be buried somewhere peaceful." His voice was hollow, fragile. "Nameless... He built his house on a world made to be peaceful. It is not as fleshed out as Sequence's world, but I am sure we could find a place there to place her for the moment." "I find there is always another story to tell," whispered a Nameless voice. "And new characters often bring new joy with them.”

The Heralds are either in the cognitive realm, where spren have physical form, or spren have physical form on Braize. I’d lean toward the former, as Nale’s spren was tortured with him and it’s the simplest explanation.

No, the Fused are spren on Braize. Why would Odium give them bodies there, but not on Roshar?

The fused don’t have physical bodies on Braize, since they die to get there, and I believe Raboniel mentioned Fused trying to fly to Braize.

Unintelligible stared into Sequence's burned out eyes. "No." He whispered softly, bowing his head. This couldn't be real. It had happened so fast, it... "No." He whispered again. It could be real. In fact, he'd been expecting it. How could he save Sequence? He, a failure, a worthless fool had thought to be a hero... "No." He was trying to distract himself. To think about his failures rather than... Unintelligible raised his head, seeing Sequence's corpse again. The sight was like a dagger driven straight into his chest and twisted. Truly, he would have preferred the dagger. Unintelligible gently reached out and cupped Sequence's lifeless hand in both of his. "I" He trembled, mouth twisting as tears began to flow. "I love you too." Tears blinded him, but he did not release Sequence's hand to wipe them away. "I'm sorry. I have loved you for a long time. Too long. I should have told you sooner. I just" His voice broke, and a silent sob shook his body. "I thought I had time. And I worried" He tried to chuckle, but it came out as another sob. "That you did not love me too." Unintelligible's words failed him then. He clung to Sequence's hand, and he wept. He wept tears for what could have been, but more, he wept for what had been and was no more. He wept for Sequence, who saw him as a hero, who encouraged him, who more than any other Narrator was good, kind, and caring. He wept until he found he had no more tears to weep. He looked down at his hands, clutching Sequence's, and found a few more words to speak. "You always believed in me, from the very beginning. I will try... I will be, a hero." His voice was quiet, broken, but firm. Slowly, carefully, reluctantly, he set Sequence's hand down. Then he stood. Unintelligble looked around the room with eyes red from crying. His gaze passed over Rebus without pausing, and landed on Aelinor. "Will you... I mean, would you help me to..." He spoke in a voice etched with pain. "Would you help me find a resting place for Sequence?" "What is practical is practical only in relation to one's ideals." Malevolence countered. "You would do anything for your ideals. You merely hold survival as the highest ideal, whereas I know the truth, that evil is worth more than simple survival. What is survival, without an ideal to survive for?" He shrugged. "But your point is made. What reward then, do you suggest?" "We must reach the door!" Lyric cried, breaking briefly from his song. "This mall is infested with his touch. If we can but reach the exit, we may yet escape!" "Interesting." Balitan examined the information. "You'd need a blueprint, of sorts. Perhaps... yes, an intriguing problem. I'll salvage what I can as quickly as possible, then report to work on this new problem."

I don't see why not. You just have to aim for and hit a bindpoint with the proper intent. I doubt it was truly futuresight, more a combination of enhanced speed and millennia of combat experience. And again, we're banking on their superspeed being a product of the powers of Roshar, which they won't be able to draw upon here. If they can, then the Steelrunners are our only chance. Hopefully Heralds can't keep up with compounding. Maybe? It would cause pain, likely. Tasers would likely be a better option, although I don't believe Scadrial is advanced enough to know of them. Perhaps that is what Rannette was working on for bloodmakers.

The aluminum spikes might damage their souls enough to kill them. If not, we could produce anti-light and put that in the bullets/crossbows. Perhaps throw in a few steelrunners (preferably compounders) and arm them with anti-light daggers to go in for the kill once the aluminum grenades are done. I wonder if they could armor themselves in aluminum to avoid the aluminum grenade effects. If not, then a lot of sedatives, tear gas, etc. and really pray to the Survivor that the Herald's superspeed is no good offworld.

Alright, after further thought, here's my plan: Watch the Herald's movements, wait for them to travel through Shadesmar, then strike after they leave Roshar. I'd bring a few hundred soldiers with aluminum guns and bullets, grenade launchers, and hemalurgic spike launching crossbows. Among them would be as many metalborn as we can muster, with particular focus on aluminum mistings armed with as many charged allomantic grenades as they can carry. We set up rotary guns, throw aluminum grenades to suppress investiture, cadmium grenades to slow their response, dynamite/bendalloy grenades to kill as many as possible and cause more confusion, then open fire. Hopefully the Herald's superspeed comes from them drawing on the "powers of Roshar", and as such leaving will make them vulnerable.

Realistically? Better hope Kelsier can replicate the Bands of Mourning. At the very least you’d need steel compounding to keep up. Either that or an army with aluminum bullets and enough knowledge of hemalurgy to see them as spikes. Although pure aluminum bullets would probably not work as such, now that I think of it. Perhaps you could have just a core of aluminum?

"Yes." Malevolence said. "I believe our partnership is at an end."

Malevolence took the brick, then flinched and dropped it. "Yes," He said. "This will do. Many thanks." No worries. Unintelligible grabbed Sequence's hand. Warmth, relief, and joy flooded him. "I did." He whispered. "I found a way... a way to help you. It worked." He blinked tears from his eyes, then focused on Sequence. "Did it work? How do you feel?"

I think so, but I would assume he just instinctually lashed the Plate along with himself.

Kal had infinite Towerlight in Urithiru, so that’s no indication of efficiency. It is possible that Plate gets automatically lashed without the Radiant’s conscious effort, but we don’t have any indication that it does so without costing Stormlight.

It’s a lot of extra mass and will only increase terminal velocity, not acceleration. So I think a second lashing on just Kaladin would be more efficient, or at least just similarly efficient.