Shard of Choice

Knowledge before Ignorance, Logic before Emotion, Truth before Lies I will seek the truth, no matter how upsetting I will accept even the truth I hate, so long as it is proven I will admit when I am wrong, in hopes that I may one day be right I will follow the evidence, wherever it may lead

It seems to me that if we are talking Nahel bonding then it may not necessarily be as simple as shared surge orders, for example the Skybreakers and the Windrunners share gravitation but there are direct mentions of their conflict in Words of Radiance, as well as the obvious dichotomy Syl made by saying "The law doesn't matter, what's right matters" However I think it is too early to say whether or not holding to the oaths of multiple orders would be difficult, as we simply do not know more than a small fraction of the oaths. I honestly cannot wait to see the Dustbringer oaths.

I'm sorry I generalized from this statement Between this and the fact that somewhere I know that we have WoB that only Nalthis Humans have Breaths I must have mistook all Breaths for Splinters

Alright, so we know that each Breath possessed by the humans of Nalthis is a fragment of Endowments power. Nightblood is invested with a large amount of Breaths. All of these constitute a large amount of Spiritual Power which gives Nightblood its abilities. His Cognitive aspect is a result of the Command that Shashara gave to him being interpreted by this Spiritual power. Its execution is due to interpretation but its exigency lies with Human intervention. This is extremely similar to spren as defined by the Copper mind Just as Nightblood is a Spiritual power given sentience (or in the case of the more basic spren just a concept) by the actions of the cognitive presence of humans, so to are the spren. To me this seems like the most understandable way in which these two would be similar

Thank You very much Kurkistan. That helped immensely

Would someone tapping a large amount of weight still be able to move their muscles. We know that the Feruchemy protects the body itself from being destroyed but the weight gain but can the feruchemist still walk around and move? and if so wouldn't that imply that their general strength would increase as well, meaning that a Skimmer could tap weight not in the interest of using the weight but to get stronger? We never see Wax slump or loose muscle ability when tapping weight, even when he taps enough to crush a building with a Steelpush, but does this confirm the idea of his muscles getting stronger? We know he becomes more agile when his weight is lowered because he can move himself easier, so by this logic he should not be able to move at all if his weight gets to high and yet nothing we've seen seems to imply this. What do you guys think EDIT: had an extra "an"

Hello everyone. So I've been trying like crazy to think of lots of interesting ways to use Allomancy and Feruchemy in less obvious more clever ways. So I thought I'd ask you great people at the forums. What's the most clever way to use any any combination or single power of The Metallic Arts. Mine is for an Iron Compounder to tap enough mass to create his own gravitational pull.

Alright that makes sense. What if he Pulled on a far away metal source. The increased distance would decrease the force on him (as evidenced by the scene in which Vin Pushes herself higher and higher until the steel line is so faint she just sits suspended), slowing him down more gradually instead of all at once, and as he slowed down he could Pull on things closer and closer to him to eventually bring himself to a stop or change direction. Speaking of which if a far away anchor was not available he could instead pull at varying angles to change direction and let air resistance and friction bring him to a stop. Slower but as effective as the first. Or he could even Pull at angles such that the one plane of force cancels while the others add but to a small value that slows him gradually. Okay I'm rambling. Long story short you Pull to hard you can get hurt.

This has all been really helpful. And yes when I get some content done I will definitely post on the fanfic thread. I had another thought as well. If a lurcher is in a very fast fall or even just moving very fast could he hurt or kill himself from pulling to hard in the opposite direction. Or would the allomancy account for this?

Would it be logical to say that tapping large amounts of zinc would slow ones perception of time while storing a large amount of zinc would speed up the perception of time? Because the increased mental speed would allow increased perception slowing how everything passes while conversely the storing would decrease the total perception causing things to seem faster. Like how time is agonizing when you are watching the clock but flys when you daydream.

Thanks guys. I'm writing a fanfic with an Iron/Zinc Twinborn and I was thinking how to write him anchoring himself to the faces of skyscrapers without him breaking windows.

Is it possible for an Lurcher to modulate the strength of his pull or is it like just an on off switch.

I'm actually writing a fanfic from the point of view of a Zinc Compounder. You guys had it pretty much how Ive done it. He seems a lot faster but only because his reaction time is amazing. He sees everything slowed down but like you guys said he is slowed like everyone else. The real benefit is the precision it grants. Because of the Zinc all of his movements are just enough, not too much or too little. So he appears slightly faster and his movement is very smooth and precise, which would be pretty useful in combat.

I have a question. What if a Brass/Zinc Twinborn were to store mental speed in some Zinc, then take that Zinc and forge it into Brass and then Burn it? What would happen. Would he get a charge from it? Would the charge dissipate due to the Alloying? Anybody have any ideas?

Here is one that I feel better about, even though it doesnt hold perfectly to the ketek format as far as smaller words and some order Within the shadow of the soul/ as rage cools/ to sad depression/ sadness cooling rage/ the soul of shadow within. And Here are two more that I just wrote I think are better. The more I write these the more it seems my mind can wrap around them, and phrase better ideas in a Ketek friendly fashion. Uncontrolled fury/ fueling action/angered action/fueling fury/ uncontrollably Beating battles dance/ arise Radiant Knights/ calling Honor’s call/ Knights Radiant arising/ dancing battles beat. Please Edit your post instead of double posting -Rubix

I actually like that a lot, So there is no actual damage to the WhiteEye, but the pain is a major deterent. Also I suppose as a larger negative, using it would cause enough pain to cause shock or even long term mental damage. I like that a lot.

That is an interesting thought. However what about this. WhiteEye causes repulsion. The more one uses it the less you want to utilize it. The reason addiction is so bad in the BlackEye is it kills people, so using it more means people die, however WhiteEye Saves people, so its negative is that it takes greater will to use it as time goes on.

Did you By any chance get those spell words spoken by Altimar from Dovie Andi se tovye sagain, its time to toss the dice from Wheel of Time?

Here is the first chapter/prologue of a story I started a long time ago, Would love feedback and critiques. Neshir smiled as he watched his mother tend to her plants. She carefully tended to each one with her gentle hands. Neshir watched as she came to a plant limp and all but lifeless, its life giving roots strangled by weeds. A look of consternation clouded her face. She stared at the plant, and her eyes changed from normal looking to being solid green without a pupil or iris. As if oppressed by and unseen force, the weeds grudgingly retreated into the soil. Simultaneously, the plant seemed to regain a flush of health, its leaves and stem stiffening, it flowers wilting a bit less. “That’s better” his mother said with a satisfied tone “How about we go inside and have some lunch.” “Sounds great” Neshir nodded. Neshir and his mother walked inside, up the stairs to their small space in the slum building. Neshir’s family was not very wealthy, and was of the lower class, having never produced a rare eye. His father was waiting inside, plates of fruit and sandwiches already prepared, just waiting to be eaten. Outside some clouds were beginning to gather, Neshir’s father looked outside with a frown. “Let’s see what we can do about those” He said. His eyes changed to a solid grey color, Neshir’s father was not particularly strong in his eye, in fact clearing clouds was nearing the limits of his abilities. The clouds were pushed away, the summer sun once again shining and a cool breeze wafting through the windows. Neshir’s father breathed a sigh of satisfaction “That’s better, now let’s eat, and while we do need to talk about . . .” He would never finish his sentence. There was a massive thud followed by an audible crack as the door was beaten in by two men. One was a redeye, evident from the large dog that followed him a little too well. Neshir’s mother reacted and turned on her greeneye. Red and Green were opposite colors, the second she turned on her eye, both were canceled out, the color fading from both of them. The redeye shouted in anger as the dog ran away. What the others eye was Neshir would never know but he was far more aggressive than the redeye. The man shouted “Give us all your money, and any Blumestones you got.” Blumestones? Neshir thought. Aren’t those supposed to be really rare, why would a family living in the slums have even one Blumestone? Neshir’s father raised his hands above his head, saying “You don’t have to do this, we have no Blumestones, and very little money, please just leave us alone.” The man laughed “No Blumes and no money huh, well I guess we can just go then.” Then man began to turn, but stopped and ran towards Neshir’s father, drawing a knife from his coat, the man stabbed Neshir’s father. Both Neshir and his mother shrieked wordlessly, the redeye turned and ran down Neshir’s mother, killing her too. Neshir scrambled into a corner, crying and afraid. The men turned to him and began to close in, Neshir was more afraid than he had ever been in his entire 15 years of life. He glanced around the room in panic, looking for a way out. Near him he saw a mirror. Neshir saw his own eyes, and they were turned completely black. Neshir’s sadness and fear were all but gone. He looked back at the men who had just killed his parents. And saw the look of men who knew they were going to die. Neshir stood, with far more calm than should have been possible. He walked slowly towards the two men, the terror rising in the both of them. The skittish Redeye made the mistake of attacking. To Neshir all of his movements seemed sluggish, just a bit . . . off. Neshir caught the man’s hand as he lunged forward with his knife. With a slight twist, the Redeye’s hand was broken. With his free hand Neshir took the knife. Moments later the Redeye was dying on the floor, his blood gushing from his throat. The other man had the sense to attempt an escape. He would never make it Neshir ran after him. When he was about four feet from the killer, he pushed of the floor hard, jumping over the man. As he landed he brought the knife down through the man’s skull with more force than was possible for a normal human. The man died instantly. Neshir kicked over the dead man’s body, and walked casually to his room. Donning a black cloak and retrieving a few of his things, Neshir passed through the scene of death once again. As he approached a window, Neshir stopped briefly to stand above the corpses of his mother and father. Far in the depths of his mind, and emotion stirred. Perhaps sadness, or anger, but as soon as it appeared, it flitted away again. Blackeye still activated, Neshir jumped from the window, a hollow voice reverberating through his mind like the whisper of a forgotten friend. More. . . 5 Years Later Neshir perched on a protrusion on the roof of the building. The rain was coming down in a dismal, slow shower. His hood was drawn up and he wore his usual all black clothing. Neshir stared down at the passing people, and as always the Voice whispered in his mind Kill, Kill, More, More. When Neshir killed the Voice rose from a whisper to a frenzied scream, and Neshir could find himself chanting along with it. With his BlackEye was on as always, Neshir’s head tilted to the side as he heard his target approaching, he was farther away than any normal ear would have been able to hear from. With a swirl of his cloak, Neshir dropped off the building, falling five stories to the ground. With a soft swish, he landed in an alley. Using his ears he began to follow his target. Neshir reached the house of his targets, having followed them to their dwelling. Five men, one woman, all around Neshir in age, within the hour they would be nothing but memories to the world. Neshir jumped, his legs sending him sailing through the air, and grabbed hold of the second story window, climbing easily through the window. Below him Neshir heard the targets conversing and laughing. He walked almost lazily through the halls of the rather large home. Neshir was not surprised, as his targets were often wealthy. Neshir reached the stairs and descended down into the lower floor of the house. There sat the six targets around a large table. Neshir had killed so many and it came so easy that now he liked to make a sport of it. He strolled to the bottom of the stairs, rapped on the wall and said lightly “Knock Knock”. All the targets turned their gaze upon him. One look at his eyes was all the needed to immediately attack. One of them, a small man, grabbed his cup, his eyes flashed purple for an instant and he cast the contents at Neshir. Dancing out of the way with ease Neshir watched as the greenish liquid hit the wall . . . and melt right through it, Acid. Purpleeyes were corrupters and they typically used their powers to make acid, poison, and the like. Neshir smirked, and a moment later the PurpleEye gurgled, blood and air trying to fight past the blade in his throat. With that the men went on the offensive. Two men drew swords at their hips, brandishing them in what they probably thought was a threatening manner. It never ceased to amaze Neshir that though people knew how dangerous Blackeyes were, they still seemed to think they had a chance of winning. The men’s movements seemed slow and sluggish to Neshir, as normal humans always did. One man charged forward, a sword too large to be used indoors clutched in his hands. Neshir flicked his wrist fast as lightning, sending another knife straight into the throat of the charging man. Neshir casually side stepped his sliding corpse as he advanced on the others. Sliding his pair of black short swords from the sheathes on his back. The Voice echoed in his head, as Neshir spun through the room like a whirlwind of death. They never had a chance, not a single of their strikes even came close to striking Neshir. After the fighters were finished Neshir cut down the final man, standing against a wall, with a look of sheer terror painted across his face. Neshir breathed deeply, and even smiled slightly. Within moments, he had eradicated every male in the room. All that was left was the girl. Neshir approached her, were she stood in the corner of the room, an image of stunned disbelief and boundless sadness slowly filling her pretty face. Neshir limbered his swords for the attack . . . when the impossible happened. The girls eyes flashed white, then faded to normal. Neshir was struck by the most intense feeling of fatigue ever. Five years of little sleep and heavy action fueled by the BlackEye hit him all at once. Neshir collapsed, darkness quickly clouding his vision as unconsciousness began to enroach. He looked around and saw the devastation he had caused, and felt guilt for the first time in five years. Neshir looked to the girl and said “I am so sorry.” Neshir faded into unconsciousness, but just before he did, he had a realization . . . The Voice was gone.

I wrote this cause I love Keteks, I think they have a shiver inducing kind of depth and flow. Here is one I wrote about Ruin, more the intent than the Shard Ruin, a natural culmination, Life, culminates naturally in Ruin

Thank you, to have an idea be called brilliant makes me feel awesome. I wanted opposite eyes to be diametrically (spelling?) opposed, in the basic eyes just in the positives, but in Black and White for sure, all of the effects. So I have been trying to figure out WhiteEye's negative effect. Cause WhiteEyes heals, BlackEye kills WhiteEye causes emotional heightening and sensitivity, BlackEye causes emotional detachment BlackEye causes addiction and insanity, WhiteEye causes . . . what? What is an opposite of addiction or insanity that can still be negative. Creating mirrored positives isn't too hard, but finding two negatives that mirror and are still negatives is escaping me. My idea originally was fatigue or maybe sickness or other injury. Maybe I could construe that as White damages the body, Black damages the mind. What do you think?

As far as anyone knows, they only cancel out, I may incorporate that this can be avoided if both users will it not to happen, and power doesn't factor in, if the eyes are opposites, they cancel eachother. The pairing effects is intriguing. that could be a whole other group of abilities that arise when opposing eyes are used in conjuction. Or maybe I could do it like adjacent colors can link, like Blue could work with Purple and Green, or Orange could work with Yellow and Red. The eye color at rest doesnt need to match the eye color in use. Also when in use, the Eye color occupies the entire eye, and not just the iris. I actually didn't completely decide what a Blumestone is, I intended it to be an enhancer for Eye powers. But now I'm thinking that they too would be color coded. and could act as either and enhancer for the same, a dampener for opposite, or as a weaker artificial substitute to access the pairing abilities, at a decreased power.

I haven't completely ironed out everything on all of the abilities. I wanted every Eye to have a positive, neutral and negative effect. The BlackEye causes Increased physical ability, emotional detachment, and addiction/madness respectively. I wanted complementary colors to kind of mirror/complement eachothers powers. Green Eyes deal with plants, RedEyes deal with animals, able to gain their loyalty, heal them, and some can even control them. As you saw when two opposite eyes meet, they cancel eachother, and their is some kind of stunned period in which the eye cant be activated again that I haven't ironed out yet. So far these are my basic ideas of what I want the eyes to have as their positive effects: Black-Strength, speed, reflexes White-Healing Green-plant nourishent/control Red-animal nourishment/control Orange-Fire manipulation/resistance Blue-Water manipulation (maybe water breathing in some) Purple-corruption/poison/acid Yellow-make things more durable/reverse rotting or decay Grey-Weather manipulation Brown-Seismic manipulation I think that Black and White (and maybe Brown and Grey) would be considered "Higher" eyes, and whereas Im thinking the base color eyes would only mirror in the positives, these would mirror across all three effects.

I wrote this a long time ago with the intent of having a whole story but I abandoned it. I would love opinions, critiques and feedback. Neshir smiled as he watched his mother tend to her plants. She carefully tended to each one with her gentle hands. Neshir watched as she came to a plant that was dying, for it was being strangled by weeds. A look of consternation washed over her face. She stared at the plant, and her eyes changed from normal looking to being solid green without a pupil or sclera. As if shying away from something, the weeds retreated into the soil. Simultaneously, the plant seemed to regain a flush of health, and wilt a bit less. “That’s better” his mother said with a satisfied tone “How about we go inside and have some lunch.” “Sounds great” Neshir nodded. Neshir and his mother walked inside, up the stairs to their small space in the slum building. Neshir’s family was not very wealthy, and was of the lower class, having never produced a rare eye. His father was waiting inside, plates of fruit and sandwiches already prepared, just waiting to be eaten. Outside some clouds were beginning to gather, Neshir’s father looked outside with a frown. “Let’s see what we can do about those” He said. His eyes changed to a solid grey color, Neshir’s father was not particularly strong in his eye, but he could do a bit more than most. The clouds were pushed away, the summer sun once again shining and a cool breeze wafting through the windows. Neshir’s father breathed a sigh of satisfaction “That’s better, now let’s eat, and while we do let’s talk about . . .” He never finished his sentence. There was a massive thud followed by an audible crack as the door was beaten in by two men. One was a redeye, evident from the large dog that followed him a little too well. Neshir’s mother reacted and turned on her greeneye. Red and Green were opposite colors, the second she turned on her eye, both were canceled out, the color fading from both of them. The redeye shouted in anger as the dog ran away. What the others eye was Neshir would never know but he was far more aggressive than the redeye. The man shouted “Give us all your money, and any Blumestones you got.” Neshir’s father raised his hands above his head, saying “You don’t have to do this, we have no Blumestones, and very little money, please just leave us alone.” The man laughed “No Blumes and no money huh, well I guess we can just go then.” Then man began to turn, but stopped and ran towards Neshir’s father, drawing a knife from his coat, the man stabbed Neshir’s father. Both Neshir and his mother shrieked wordlessly, the redeye turned and ran down Neshir’s mother, killing her too. Neshir scrambled into a corner, crying and afraid. The men turned to him and began to close in, Neshir was more afraid than he had ever been in his entire 15 years of life. He glanced around the room in panic, looking for a way out. Near him he saw a mirror. Neshir saw his own eyes, and they were turned completely black. Neshir’s sadness and fear were all but gone. He looked back at the men who had just killed his parents, And saw the look of men who knew they were going to die. Neshir stood, with far more calm than should have been possible. He walked slowly towards the two men, the terror rising in the both of them. The skittish Redeye made the mistake of attacking. To Neshir all of his movements seemed sluggish, just a bit . . . off. Neshir caught the man’s hand as he lunged forward with his knife. With a slight twist, the Redeye’s hand was broken. With his free hand Neshir took the knife. Moments later the Redeye was dying on the floor, his blood gushing from his throat. The other man had the sense to attempt an escape. He would never make it Neshir ran after him. When he was about four feet from the killer, he pushed of the floor hard, jumping over the man. As he landed he brought the knife down through the man’s skull with more force than was possible for a normal human. The man died instantly. Neshir grabbed a black cloak from his clothing. He approached a window, turning one last time to savor the death of the two men. Blackeye still activated, Neshir jumped from the window, only one thought reverberating through his mind like the whisper of a forgotten friend. More. . . 5 Years Later Neshir perched on a protrusion on the roof of the building. The rain was coming down in a dismal, slow shower. His hood was drawn up and he wore his usual all black clothing. Neshir stared down at the passing people, and as always the Voice whispered in his mind Kill, Kill, More, More. When Neshir fought the Voice rose from a whisper to a frenzied scream, and Neshir could find himself chanting along with it. Neshir’s Blackeye was on as always. Neshir’s head tilted to the side as he heard his target approaching, he was farther away than any normal ear shot. With a swirl of his cloak, Neshir fell five stories to the ground. With a soft swish, he landed in an alley. Using his ears he began to follow his target. Neshir reached the house of his targets, having followed them to their dwelling. Five men, one woman, all around Neshir in age. Neshir jumped, and grabbed hold of the second story window, climbing easily through the window. Below him Neshir heard the targets conversing and laughing. He walked almost lazily through the halls of the rather large home. Neshir was not surprised, as his targets were often wealthy. Neshir reached the stairs and descended down into the lower floor of the house. There sat the six targets around a large table. Neshir had killed so many and it came so easy that now he liked to make a sport of it. He strolled to the bottom of the stairs, rapped on the wall and said lightly “Knock Knock”. All the targets turned their gaze upon him. One look at his eyes was all the needed to immediately attack. One of them, a small man, grabbed his cup, his eyes flashed purple for an instant and he cast the contents at Neshir. Dancing out of the way with ease Neshir watched as the greenish liquid hit the wall . . . and melt right through it, Acid. Purpleeyes were corrupters and they typically used their powers to make acid, poison, and the like. None of the others moved or turned on an eye, as they probably had no combat application. Two men drew swords at their hips, brandishing them in what they probably thought was a threatening manner. It never ceased to amaze Neshir that though people knew how dangerous Blackeyes were, they still seemed to think they had a chance of winning. The men’s movements seemed slow and sluggish to Neshir, as normal humans always did. One man charged forward, a sword too large to be used indoors clutched in his hands. Neshir flicked his wrist fast as lightning, sending a knife straight into the throat of the charging man. Neshir casually side stepped his sliding corpse as he advanced on the others. Sliding his pair of black short swords from the sheathes on his back. The Voice echoed in his head, as Neshir spun through the room like a whirlwind of death. They never had a chance, not a single of their strikes even came close to striking Neshir. Within moments, Neshir had killed every male in the room. All that was left was the girl. Neshir approached her, were she stood in the corner of the room. Neshir limbered his swords for the attack . . . when the impossible happened. The girls eyes flashed white, then faded to normal. Neshir was struck by the most intense feeling of fatigue ever. Five years of little sleep and heavy action fueled by the BlackEye hit him all at once. Neshir collapsed. He looked around and saw the devastation he had caused, and felt guilt for the first time in five years. Neshir looked to the girl and said “I am so sorry.” Neshir faded into unconsciousness, but just before he did, he had a realization . . . The Voice was gone.

Some of the writers on that show are really big WoT fans, and so they did that on purpose. I believe that in the first episode you see Balefire in there is also a character named Moraine