Argenti

Yes. That is it.

Medalions are pretty sentient, and i think there's a wob somewhere that says it. I was right lol. I've gotten good at smelling chatgpt

I suspect he needs to be around more than just a mistborn-- they need to be around a mechanical, partly sentient version of investiture. For allomancy, this would be medalions. Also. Did you get chat gpt to edit this?

Yeah me too.

Little volts of Lightning for speed spren.

Do you have an idea of what they look like or can we do that?

The hunt for meaning, both of this life and the next, is inherently meaningless. Like everyone else, I've thought about things like: Who am I? Why am I here? What do I want? But in all honesty? I don't think it matters. We always hunger for the next big thing, the next promotion, going to college, or making it in Hollywood. Because of this, we can never take a step back and just breathe. What matters is living a life that makes you happy, but seeking happiness can be hard. I know I've lost sight of that goal many times in my short life; I've stressed over school and spiraled to the point that it impacted my mental and physical health- losing sight of that end point. Living anywhere but now is always a mistake. As the saying goes, "Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery. " Sometimes, it's important to let go of the reins and go where life takes you. Experience life! Stop to smell the roses, but don't worry about the flowers that have already bloomed- what's done is done. It was never about tomorrow; it has always been about today. I'll go to a college, I'll live a life, and I'll eventually die, and so will you. I'm okay with that, I think

Do you ever wonder who you would be if everything were different? What if you were straight? Would you have more guy friends? Would you feel you belong? Would you experience that fanciful mystery of young love? What if you grew up somewhere else? A place where people talk to each other outside their houses, where you could go places when you were young? What if I were born a different man in a different time in a different place? Would the world still go on the same? Sometimes, I wonder if I were everything I ever wanted, would I long for what I have now? The world is always changing--too fast for anyone to keep up. There's so much that I regret not doing: Boy Scouts, being better at fencing, staying in touch with friends. But if I let it consume me, I'll never see what tomorrow brings. That's all, folks. Thanks for listening to my musings

Nothing in this world irritates me more than self-righteous "pagans," who demand that everyone subscribes to their Orthodoxy. Most aren't pagans, but rather Heathenists, worshipping a reconstructed religion. I have seen some suggest that the Norse gods don't get jealous, or threaten, or get angry - have they read anything ever? A wholly different person claimed that Pagonism is a set, defined religion that requires more "effort" than nature walks. HUMAN SPIRITUALITY ISN'T ABOUT EFFORT. That's a puritanical, purist belief rooted in religious extremists (typical Christian, because these are usually white Americans who become these Militant Pagans) YOU CAN'T DISRESPECT YOUR ANCESTORS' RELIGION BY PRACTICING IT IMPROPERLY. YOU ARE PRACTICING IT WRONG BY VIRTUE OF PRACTICING AT ALL. As a person who enjoys comparative mythology, religious theology, psychology, and politics, the people who misunderstand everything about everything while preaching and proselytizing about how they're morally superior absolutely boil my blood. Never tell anyone how they should worship anything. Everyone is wrong in unique, interesting ways. To claim otherwise is to fundamentally misunderstand the human condition and the nature of faith.

Hope is the oldest dream of all; the dream of a better tomorrow is one every man has felt. Sometimes all we have is hope, and in those days we cling to it like a drowning man. Even when we know it will do nothing, it is better to die standing, howling in pain as we bleed from our grip on the razor-sharp edge, than go quietly into the dark, whimpering. I will hope, always. I will cling to that hope, even when days are bleak, when the moon goes dark and the air is cold; I will hold on to that edge. No matter the pain of what it brings, I will scream into the void until I can no longer draw breath to yell. I will hope, always. Sometimes it's hard to go on moving, but then I ask myself, if I give in now, what was the point? Do I prove my doubters right? Do I cave to the gnawing hunger of hopelessness? Or do I go on, a bold-faced liar in the face of everything? Of course I do. I'll be damned if I let this be the end of me.

@KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren Cough

"That Wraith-Damned god, no doubt." Sarel approaches the box. "Flesheater. You open it." She says, looking at it. @The Great Wyver

Depending what @ThatOneWorldhopper chooses at his primary surge, I may swap. (Stamina vs like Velocity)

Sarel cocks her head, listening. "It's like the song of the Wraiths. Intresting..."

She begins to tap her hip drum in a slow, calming rhythm "Slow down-" her voice echoes slightly "You're not in trouble."

"Who are you?" Sarel asks, hand on flute.

Stormlight can go off roshar now, no problem. As can spren. We see them leave. Frankly miles' gold reserves could be burned through with a shardblade very easily. Gold isn't very good at healing spiritual wounds.

I belive he has the oaths already

Frankly im more interested in lighting

Sarel puts away her instrument, bringing out a small hip drum and dagger.

I doubt it's as fine control as just straight up airbending. You can control like the direction and strength of the wind, generate gusts, tornadoes, but probably not like air scooters.