Ashbringer

Any scientific explanation would probably need a lot more specifics on the "science" that is happening, but my guess is Trellium gets between the "atium" and "lerasium" and either 1) makes it release a lot of energy to overcome Trellium's repulsive force in order to recombine or 2) actually separates and releases a lot of energy that way. Or potentially annihilates the Trellium or Harmonium, which would work well with Steris's "how much energy can a piece of metal hold" comment, but would be weird magic-system-wise.

Byron, the Einladung Hospital Byron was shaking a bit more today. He'd been in the Hospital for a few weeks, now. It turns out, shooting up from a paralyzed state only to begin twitching later is symptomatic of... many different things, enough that whichever doctor had admitted had seen enough to tell the secretary not to let him out. That had followed a lot of tests, that resulted in many panicked voices until Byron had finally explained what he could do. Now there was a large bucket of sand next to him. It was white most of the time - he was still burning, albeit lightly - but they changed it out regularly. He still wasn't entirely sure what the doctors were trying to do. Give him less and less cadmium until they finally stopped? If so they weren't doing a great job - they'd given him a lot when he'd first fallen over, and he wasn't burning very much. He had a bit of a stockpile going. They had seemed more concerned about what could happen if he stopped burning. Byron had stopped burning before, and it had been fine... right? Still, the doctors seemed to have other priorities. A lot of people in today. Something was... happening. He'd seen more of those dark things. The doctors hadn't believed it, but he'd been talking with Sanax and Vivica for a while, and the doctor seemed to think he'd gotten the idea from one of them. But no, he could see them, crawling and moving towards the Cognitive Ward. Occasionally finding a staff, simply tapping them, letting them drift into confusion and then the same panic as the patients. Some even changed physically... he thought. It was hard to remember. None of the things seemed to bother Byron. He didn't know why - one had definitely tried to bother him before. But now they didn't seem to care, and so they didn't bother him. But the screams... those bothered him. Cassandra Adama, The Metallurgic Emporium Cassie was just finishing a cup of tea when she heard NullBlade stirring, heading past her room and downstairs. She hadn't had time to leave a note out, but perhaps that was for the best. They'd done their best to help each other out, but she didn't want to involve NullBlade with the Ghostbloods and her Project. There wasn't much they could do for each other's conditions, either. Just understanding. She moved to stand up, then hesitated. She'd specifically avoided letting Poller get a good look at her, but she hadn't extended the same caution to NullBlade, either. And based on the view in the mirror... it wasn't good. Not grotesque, as the metal kept most of the texture of her skin, but still... it was metal. The problems were on the inside. A weak pulse. Slow breaths. Slow everything. Still, he deserved to know. Cassie stood up, taking the small kettle and a pair of cups and began the trek to the main shop downstairs. "Hello NullBlade. It's... quite a night." She paused, then sighed slightly. It was done. "Care for a drink?" @mathiau

Ghostbloods!

I'll join in. As who, not sure. Can Tents only protect nonconsecutive turns, or only protect the same person nonconsecutive turns?

Well I also just mean Wax has probably seen that flower before

I think the main hypothesis is Harmony is still creating Atium, or has some somewhere. I'd imagine he wouldn't let Marsh die once the atium he took in Era 1 runs out. That does lead to the question of what happens when atium is burned, something I'm still a bit confused on. Where does that power go? There's also the theory on the Ghostblood emblem being based on the Marewill flower (and we have canon art for it now which seems to support that - at least in this thread showing the swag pack, not sure where that's actually located).

Byron: Again, willing to change some specifics but I've got a few plans for him now.

Cassandra Adama, The Metallurgic Emporium The door to The Metallurgic Emporium slammed open, as a bronze statue carefully entered. Cassie looked inside; it was dark, as the shop had closed for the time being. She'd been busy, and Poller couldn't keep regular hours very well. She hoped he was asleep. He didn't need to see this. She closed the door with a bit more care and locked it, then looked at her little shop. Racks of breastplates, swords, and knives were suspended on one wall, solid metal bars on another. A few rotating displays in the center of common metalmind shapes and Allomantic powders. A desk, an exceedingly comfortable chair, and a set of doors; to her storage, her smithy, and one to the private rooms upstairs. It had taken a while for Cassie to build this up. Much longer than it had taken for it to get ripped away. Was this acceptance, then? Facing the reality that she had no idea whether she would survive the next night - no, two nights? She didn't know why she'd settled on that date. Something she'd felt from the decay in the realm of minds around her. But a day - one last day - that could do her some good. Something that wasn't devoted solely to the Project, something that was just her. Cassandra Adama walked slowly over to the racks of armor, taking a look at one of the silvery suits. She definitely wasn't hiding her condition. Her skin seemed the same color as the metal of the Soulcaster, and in places it was indistinguishable from a smiths work. At least it was a good smith, she thought. It wouldn't look too bad for a funeral, if they could find enough people to move a casket. Although... she hesitated, then tapped a bit of flesh on her nose, completing that part of the transformation. That was better. What else was there? A small rack of candy at the front desk. Poller had sold them before she hired him, and she'd thought the Braize Bars to be excellent. So she grabbed one before heading upstairs, passing the soft snores from Poller's room and that round table she'd first talked to that Ghostblood. It had been there she'd decided to go to the Trader's Haven, decided she would battle with her Soulcaster and to ruin with the consequences. Well, here were the consequences. Would she have made that same decision? She thought so. She wanted those spikes back. Out of Lord's hands. And she'd gotten what she wanted, hadn't she? Not the spikes. Those had been charged, there was no going back from that. But she'd gotten revenge. Cassie went back up to her own room, and her more private workstation. The beads awaited, but they could await longer. For now, Cassie just began making a cup of tea. Even if everything went perfectly with the project, she was pretty sure she'd never get the chance to eat normally again. Metal had a poor taste, and the Ghostblood's plans were more focused on ensuring movement and eyesight stayed than ensuring she could properly appreciate a bitter tea. Indeed, the tea wasn't great. The Braize Bar was also less flavorful than she remembered. She'd have to find a way to map tastebuds onto her tongue. But it was something that tasted better than sorrow. Cassandra Adama turned to her other project - the few crumpled sheets of paper she hadn't turned to flakes of iron, the starts and ends of a true will. Most things in there were pretty simple - most of the business would go to Poller with a few standing invitations to others she had met throughout the years, a package of more personal items back to her family, and other pieces she'd had time to cast for a few others. She added a bit of an explanation as to what she was attempting. Nothing too revealing, but the general concepts were there. She'd get to the last step eventually. But for now, she could just sit and drink some tea.

I think a similar question - whether someone with Hemalurgy on another planet would hear Ruin/Preservation, or whatever Shard was living there - has been RAFO'd pretty strongly.

The cobblestones were rougher in this part of the city. Cassie hadn't noticed that before. She'd only really been living here for a month or two, and so much of it was just in... places. Not a lot of walking between them. Not a lot of walking at all, actually. She hadn't noticed that either. So many days she set extra time to get from place to place, so many days she just stayed and worked in the smithy. So many days spent not walking. One foot in front of the other. That's how you walked. But nobody learned how to walk with feet made out of lead. Being able to feel the jolt of momentum with every step. The strange angles of the broken road, shifting in protest to taking such an unyielding burden. She wasn't cracking them, thankfully. But perhaps that would have been easier for her to notice. More traveling, more self-awareness. That was what the Radiants were all about, right? Part of their code. Journey before destination. The path was the more important thing than the result. Cassie's time on Roshar did not overlap with what she now knew as the True Desolation, the return of the Radiants and the destruction that followed. But she knew their power. She wore it on her wrist. It was warping her into something else. Cassandra Adama paused, alone in a street that was new to her. She looked at her Soulcaster. Those simple bejeweled chains. "I know you're in there." She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said the words she'd spent a good part of the past weeks muttering and crying. "Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination." She waited, then cracked an eye open. Nothing. Just the chains. "Aaaaaagh!" With a motion that surprised her, Cassie stretched out her hand, willing the power of change into it, and slammed a sparkling new aluminum dagger into the road. It didn't break the cobblestones either, just skidded off them and left a small groove. A mark upon the city, but one that would be quickly forgotten. So Cassie just collapsed over the top of it. She wasn't sure how long she knelt, staring at that knife. Trying to think. What was she doing? She had no plan, just a project that would most likely kill her. That certainly would kill her, the idea was just that it would be temporary. Still... her first instinct in Soulcasting was an assassin's knife. She didn't want to dwell on what that meant. It was just falling apart, her world was- that was it. The Hospital. NullBlade and her finding the doctor. The earthquake. The dark worms engulfing. Engulfing her, telling her everything would be fine. Everything would be fine. Everything would be fine. Soothing away the fear that had fallen into her, the fear that had come back just recently. And the cracks, the breaks that reality was trying to cover up and keep together. Cassie remembered. Cassandra Adama hesitated, then reached out and touched the marred cobblestone. Not Soulcasting it, not yet, but feeling it, prodding its soul. It had those cracks too. Bigger than what she'd seen. The knife didn't, it was aluminum. But... it explained so much. A damaged soul so much harder to Soulcast. She hadn't noticed because she'd been getting better at it. But it was still harder, and hardening her skin. At least it made sense that way. She'd been focused on the project too much. And speaking of which... if reality was going to break, then perhaps that could help the impossible. Cassandra Adama grabbed the cobble's soul and let it become aluminum too. That may fix the cracks. An infinitesimally small part of them, but it was something. A mark. Then she stood up and walked back towards the emporium. Towards a destination, yes. But also towards life.

Cassie gave a nod. Part of her had... hesitated, in that moment. Perhaps it was a sense of lack of invitation. Perhaps the part of her that wondered if she'd be alive in the weeks to come was rising more than she thought. "The Metallurgic Emporium. If I'm not there, Poller can help you at the front desk. And thank you." Cassie walked to the still-damaged door, giving a brief nod to the other customer there. Then she paused. "And... be careful. Something is happening. Something bigger than this, than... I don't know. just be ready." She didn't know what she was talking about. She'd just felt uneasy. Uneasy! Was it that sense of dread at what she was planning? What she was becoming? She'd looked inside herself and said no, it was real, but Cassie had done that before and missed so much. So, so much. And yet that nagging sense that something was wrong remained. So Cassie gave a last glance, then left.

The Emperor's Soul, pretty sure.

There’s a WoB about Leechers being able to burn off piercings and being able to burn away the Feruchemical charge as it’s being used, although it would take a lot of chromium. That and getting in close shouldn’t be too large an issue for a Mistborn, they’d have pewter and can get away from being close when they’d need to. And if they need more time at a distance, burn bendalloy. I doubt shooting a flying Mistborn would be “leisurely” no matter what the circumstances were. There’s too many things they could be doing, especially with duralumin in the equation. The Mistborn would also be moving quite fast themselves, which means tapping more speed to make up for it, and it already seems to run out fast. I think that’s more the nature of the metal that it’s hard to store and easy to run out of when tapping than it is (purely) a plot device to limit it’s use. Steel Feruchemy also isn’t perfect slow-motion bullet time, you’re just moving faster. You’d need to toss in Zinc mental speed for that. And then you start getting into a Full- or at least multi-Feruchemist with a lot of prep time beating a Mistborn without it, which I’d agree with. And future Hemalurgic Mistborn may well be more like Inquisitors in combining the best offensive Allomantic and Feruchemical metals instead of getting all 16 Allomantic.

Versus Miles, a Mistborn could just Duralumin Leech all his gold away. That would put a dent in his defenses, if not remove them entirely. Leeching metalminds is weird. Steelrunner is trickier, but Vin and Elend managed against an Inquisitor with it before. And outside an ambush/assassination situation, the Mistborn can just fly away from either and attack from above, or duralumin Steelpush their metalminds away. A Steel Compounder might hurt those strategies a lot, but I don’t think Steelrunning works well midair. That’s more Wax’s thing.

Trellium is usually used as a Hemalurgic Spike, and at least Bleeder used it a lot to steal Allomantic and Feruchemical abilities. I don't think it could do that if it was anti-harmonium, it'd react to the energy of Preservation and Ruin in those charges. It did repel the other, "normal" Spikes though.

Every Mistborn would also have access to Bendalloy and Chromium, too. That’s a big jump in power from Era 1.

Dynamite already exists in Wax and Wayne, Miles used some in Alloy of Law.

Malatium isn't a new elemental metal, it's an alloy of Atium and gold, so I'd assume you'd just alloy the two like any other metal. Although there is that one recent WoB that may throw a curveball into that: Something I learned recently is that there are acids that aren't water-based. They'd probably require a much more highly industrialized city, but they do exist. But I doubt that's happening here. Seems more like it's unreactive entirely, which is odd for an alkali-esque metal. ... actually, what happens to the actual harmonium when it reacts with water? It does so, but where does it go?

… how often does Xino use emojis? Kas’s linked posts have a few but not a lot.

Somehow we had no vote trains whatsoever just 2-3 hours ago, with no one above 2 votes on them. That’s just letting someone take exe control quickly. Idk if no vote manip makes it better or worse. I feel like most Elims/most people in general want more than a one-vote buffer between them and the exe. Shining - who is “people” though?

I don’t think most Elim teams would be comfortable with a 3-way tie by two votes, especially with self-pres still in play. Heck, I don’t think most people would be comfortable with that… especially when near double that are online.

Xino self-presed on me first But other than that I agree with these points. Although as much as I would prefer not to die, I like this setup better than the prior one of having 8 or 9 1-vote trains.

Bookwyrm Xino Self-preservation. Although idk how much I like the given options. Bookwyrm, why me and not Xino? That’s the 2nd time you picked me out of a set of options.

Silvereye canceled their vote and I moved from Cinnamon to Book. Edit: also Book is voting Kas now

Well, now there's no train above 1 vote. That's not going to get us anywhere. Cinnamon Bookwyrm @The Bookwyrm what feels weird about changing your vote? Especially D1 where pretty much all info is from the progression of posts and votes as the day goes by? Also curious about Dannnnex and TUN.