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Unfortunately, the Mordite was impure as a result of merely incredible workmanship, meaning Reasoning survived to go tell Shadow that his quest to find Nameless would be very very difficult.

Subversion was surprised by the splittification, but quickly Narrated what the ten aspects were. 1. Imagination 2. Curiosity 3. Power 4. Reasoning 5. Whimsy 6. Emotion 7. Story 8. Pride 9. Megalomaniacal god-complex 10. Honor

This would have made Nameless sad, but he wasn’t really around to know, so it was fine. Subversion approved of the name expectation subversion though.

Verin was actually quite nice and had been one of Nameless’ favorite WoT characters, so no one knew why she’d gotten the “prickly” nickname.

Sadly, the tiny bit of specialness that the bullet did have was on that occasion expended in a most unusual way.

It wasn’t a very special bullet.

Subversion watched Levi with fascination. New Narrators were always so interesting. Subversion took the opportunity to make Platypus a new avatar named Hacob.

Subversion was in a very outro-spective mood, so she read Platypus’ mind and started subtly changing it into a shadow duck.

Subversion took Levi’s mind and turned it into a shadow rabbit to see what would happen.

Subversion was also disappointed in the lack of stuff going on, and offered to teach Platypus how it felt to be controlled by someone else.

The story itself takes place post RoW, Design is in it.

Possible.

Yes, either RoW or some other time that we haven’t seen yet.

Hoid probably wouldn’t be able to use Aons without access to the Dor. He might have had some purified Dor in his luggage, but we don’t know how much it would take to travel across planets. I’m inclined to think it’s after Tress, considering Hoid has protections to stop people from messing with his soul. Admittedly, he could have deactivated those to allow the Sorceress to curse him for the sake of the bet, but it seems more likely that he put the protections in sometime after Tress.

I don’t really care about those things. Ask the fool what he wants, and that’ll be fine with me.

Nameless was confused, pulling out his pen again. Modifiers? What modifiers?

Nameless laughed. "Oh, don't worry. My view on names is much similar to yours. Didn't have your luck in avoiding them though. They hunted me down in the end." Nameless glanced down, noticing that he was slightly blurry. "Uh, anyways. I think you're correct; the fighting part doesn't start until the book tells us." He sat back in a chair that hadn't been there a moment earlier. "Probably be a while. Setting up stuff like this always does. In the meantime, mind telling me where you're from?"

The brave adventurer jumps, pulling one of the display swords off the wall and pointing it at the intruder. “Hey! How’d you get in here?”

Nameless frowned at the book in front of him. It didn't seem to be doing much of anything. Oh, right. He'd only written in it. He hadn't actually entered the contest properly yet. Reaching out to whatever was running this place, he scribbled down some more words into the book. Hello. I'd like to fight anyone who's available at the moment, in whatever terrain, situation, etc. they are most comfortable in. Separately, at the same time, whatever they feel will be more interesting will do fine. @PyroPhile That done, Nameless turned his attention to the competition. Two of them he could not see at all, and sense only faintly. They appeared to be from lands strange to him, and carried a hint of... something. Yes, that was it. Something. Satisfied with his inspection of the invisible, Nameless turned to the contender that was staring right through him. It was at this moment that he realized, to his horror, that he was currently invisible. All that effort in making a good entrance, and no one could have seen anything more than a faint ripple! He shook his head in disappointment and glanced around to be sure that nobody had seen his mistake but, of course, they hadn't. All the same, it really was for the best that Thaidakar wasn't here yet. He'd never let Nameless live this down. Not that Nameless could live anything down, not existing and al- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Nameless pulled himself back together, pieces of his soul screaming in pain. Right. Best not to dwell on one's present state of being. An entrance. Right. He could do that. This visible contender looked very much like someone who would appreciate a dramatic entrance. And also like someone who wouldn't care less about one. Hard to tell really. Anyways he was just rambling now. Time to be one with things. Nameless became visible in front of the fool. His hair was brown and so where his eyes, although his eyes were that particular shade of brown that implies being every color at once. He was taller than average but didn't look particularly threatening, and carried no weapon save those that were a part of him. Other than that, his features seemed indistinct, perhaps undecided. He raised a carefree hand and waved. "Nice to meet you, stranger. Do you have a name? I'm Nameless." @Goob

That could have something to do with it, but another big part of it is the vast Investiture difference between Nightblood and any Shardblade.

Investiture density is not the only thing that matters. Honorblades should be more invested than Shardblades by at least as much as Shardblades are to Plate, and yet ordinary Shardblades are perfectly able to block Honorblades. Plate can be broken by normal force, but Shardblades are indestructible to pretty much anything that's not Nightblood. Half-shards don't come anywhere close to being as invested as Shardplate and yet function similarly to it in durability against Shardblades. the BoM would resist a Shardblade well. Even if they weren't able to resist it perfectly, I doubt they would react to a Blade in the same way as Plate and Half-shards do.

The brave adventurer hesitates. "Fresh out. I do have some glue though, if that works."

Nameless popped into existence unceremoniously some distance behind where everyone else was gathered. He yawned, stretched, and started walking towards the registration area. Then he stopped. It felt almost as if someone wanted more. He frowned, trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Well, too bad. He’d already made his entrance, and it wasn’t as if he could just do it over. Then again, it didn’t look like anyone had noticed him yet, so… Memories rested within dreams. Memories that had not yet been born, memories that would never exist, and memories that still lived, all slept within dreams. One memory, however, was not inclined to restfulness. Perhaps it was because this memory had lived before and knew it was not intended to live again. Perhaps it was because this memory had a disposition towards ignoring the normal rules of things. Perhaps, it was because someone somewhere wished to see this memory live again. Whatever the cause, this memory decided to exist. The first part of doing so was to remember its name. That part wasn’t a problem; it didn’t have one. The second part was slightly more difficult. It needed to find somewhere that dreams were a little bit real. This would be tricky, save that the memory was a piece of the dream and so could see very clearly the places where they leaked out into otherwise normal reality. The last part was hardest, naturally. One had to change dreams and memories from things that were only sort of real into things that were as real as reality could be. This part was of course impossible, which was why it was a good thing that this memory was so practiced at doing it. A faint something leaked into the air, a fog that glowed softly in a way that denied possibility. The fog spun around itself and, for a moment, became visible as the words from which it was made. Then the words were gone and Nameless stood in their place, eyes glowing with a pure light. For a moment he saw the world as threads of plot, a battle not yet fought, but then it was gone, the glow in his eyes vanished. He straightened, pulled an fancy pen out of his pocket, and circled “yes” on the lectern that was before him. This would be fun.

I don’t think the BoM would shatter. Shardplate and Half-shards are the only things we’ve seen act like that, and we’ve seen what happens when something besides Shardplate encounters a vast Investiture difference. Ishar’s Honorblade was only chipped by Nightblood, who likely contains more investiture than the Unmade: And while it admittedly is more invested than an average Shardblade, Ishar’s Honorblade is still probably leagues behind Nightblood. I don’t expect the relatively small Investiture difference between BoM-level metalminds and a Shardblade to matter. It might chip or break eventually, but I don’t think it would take only a few hits.

I don't think that is correct. Half-Shards are made by using stormlight to invest what is, so far as I know, just normal metal. It is possible that the spren by which the shields are invested is special, but I don't see how that would change basic fabrial mechanics. A few spheres worth of Stormlight is not equal to the thousands of hours of stored traits that were in the Bands. And yes, I'm aware of this WoB putting both full metalminds and half shards in the same general category: But there's also this one that states that the bands are only slightly less invested than a Shardblade: