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A forum inside a forum, Stormlight Archive is a subforum inside the Cosmere forum. Also, I am so glad you will get to enjoy the beauty that is Oathbringer.
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The Urulean-Taighusdhachine War The Uruleans and the Taighusdhachine battle with politeness and construction, words and wood. They offer poisoned treats and model homes. Somewhere, in the midst of the great war, they fall in love. "I would spurn manners for you." "I will build you the greatest of houses." The truest of loves. @SirWolfe
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A Story About You You read the title of the story and you were pleased, because you had always wanted to read a story about yourself. You are an individual who surfs the 17th Shard, and, whether by choice or by mere coincidence, found your way here. You finished the story and liked it.
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"That information is confidential," Dr. Gears said. "You need Clearance Level 2 at the very least. I can tell you that we were testing an anomalous object that creates random temporary connections with other universes."
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"I am from a world that is not connected to the Alleyverse," Dr. Gears said. "The closest analogue I have found in the Alleyverse is Earth, but my Earth has a conspicuous absence of powered individuals.
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Dr. Gears finished his analysis of the Investiture of the entities and reappeared where he had been. His cameras had captured the conversation, so he knew the circumstances. "Bonding to a withergeist?" he asked. "Method, effects, decay?"
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With a high keening sound, the device shattered into pieces, and with it, the link fell apart. Unfortunate. He did get high quality data beforehand, so he started running analysis.
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The device suddenly cooled, which made it function far better than before. More power surged through, but the recently chilled device could handle it. Dr. Gears placed the device in an isolated chamber and anchored the link before stepping into an aluminium chamber.
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A lightning bolt struck Dr. Gears. The device redirected it to the siphon, and he was left unharmed.
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"Disappointing," Dr. Gears said. "This has been enlightening. I shall take my leave now." He pulled out his clipboard, wrote down some runes, and disappeared.
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How fascinating. The interference by the duplicating stranger to relocate them had used investiture, so the siphon had latched on to the entity, draining its Investiture even faster.
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Dr. Gears picked up a small device and watched it beep slowly. The Investiture counter indicated a sudden drop in Investiture in the near vicinity, so the siphon was working. He quickly opened a tear in reality tossed four gadgets, a clipboard, and a small mouse through. "You can't stop it now," he said clinically. "Your attempts at bonding are futile. Spren are comprised of Investiture. The siphon will take it all." He was interested in seeing whether a sentient spren would remain sentient after being siphoned into pure Investiture and re-distributed.
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Dr. Gears put his clipboard away and stared at the entity with dead eyes. "Hypothesis confirmed. Activate maximum energy transfer."
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Dr. Gears was pulled out of his note-taking frenzy by a voice talking to him. "Connection. Alleys. Twist. Think." He spared the spren a few words and continued with his observations.
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Dr. Gears watched the world as it fell apart, barely paying attention to the escape plans. This was a rare opportunity. No danger, no threat, just a world tearing itself into component parts. He didn't have to leave until his Hume Field was close to equilibrium, assuming Kejel's Laws still held true in this realm. The others could go, the siphon should have gotten enough data at this point, and they would ruin his observations. He handed each of them a perfect sphere and kept watching.
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Dr. Gears glanced at a small device hanging out of his pocket. It conspicuously did nothing. "The realm was stabilized by Investiture. Without it, this place will collapse in 286 seconds." He gave the hugspren a perfect sphere and watched the world fall apart, still taking notes.
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"Withergeists," Dr. Gears said. "Drained the Investiture, corrupted the storage mechanisms, too damaged to restore."
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The world was ruined, but he had his data. Hopefully, the power siphoning would remain unnoticed. They were so powerful that it should be negligible, but Invested tended to be very aware of themselves.
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I am now a very Hoid-like entity. Weep at my ingenuity and idolize my brilliance.
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Dr. Gears threw a small box at the ground. A small patch of dirt gleamed, then faded. Nothing else happened.
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"No," Dr. Gears said. "It's the future death Aviar."
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Dr. Gears watched the people destroy the world. Assuming this was a good metric of their skill, they were incredibly skilled. He would not be able to challenge any of them directly, even if he utilized exploding cakes. They were simply too powerful. Allies? Neutrality? Vivisection? He did still have the form...
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Dr. Gears absently pulled a piece of C4 out of his pocket and tossed it at the spren, still taking notes on the battle.