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Argenti

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  1. There's also technically invested light (taldain and like, the actual luminescene of stormlight), but since light is only kinda matter, I don't know if that counts.
  2. It's never been said, but its possible. Regrowth is probably the closest to Cultivation, but Division would be close to her as well. I think its a sliding scale between the two shards. I don't think every shard has their own surge, because, like iced out penguin said, 16 shards and 10 surges. It's my opinion that Odium had lied to Raboniel, and straight up could have granted adhesion, but choose not to (I mean, depending on how adhesion works for fused, they'd be terrifying.) Bonded Ones would be a threat to Odium- one might even be able to steal the Shard from Rayse.
  3. "You should have destroyed your power when you had the chance. Set it upon itself, and died." Jakob keeps walking. "I will help you, dead god, because I don't have any other options. Then this will end, and I will return home. You will not sway me with your ideas."
  4. "It sounds like you're bad at your job. Could have sealed yourself away. By virtue of unpredictability, chaos must be stable at some point. Otherwise, you predict unpredictability and chaos become mundane." Jakob scoffs "You're making excuses. Spread your power so thin it's useless. The idea that humanity if given enough time will break reality is a moot point. Let us. If we survive we won't do it again. If we don't. We'll we don't."
  5. "Yes they butchered god. So simple without magic." Jakob rolls his eyes "I doubt you actually left them alone. You meddle, don't you."
  6. Jakob laughs to himself "Quite your lecture dead god. The world would be far better off if there were no gods, no magic. Intellect miscalculated. Sure. All men make mistakes, But no meer man should be left with the power of a god and trust of the peope. He had to die. Joy and Agony, blessed may they be, are no different. My world flourished when they both took a step back and let humanity be, without these bizarre restrictions on technology and social progress. We haven't had a war in a century." He smiles as he remembers digging that crown from his head. "You lack the conviction to do what you must. You forget my people are stuborn. I will free myself from this godly madness and return home. If I can not do that. Well. I will not hesitate to break you gods." He shrugs and begins to walk. "I do not fear death. So do not threaten me with it."
  7. You alive over there?

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      yes where have you gone 😭

    3. Tinwatcher

      Tinwatcher

      Ising the wondering of the whereing of being

    4. The Great Wyver

      The Great Wyver

      ising existingeth

  8. "Alright. And where is that?" will I see that gibbering fool again?
  9. I just kinda assumed the ShoDel can feel the Rythms through their Tamu Kek. It feels right.
  10. Here? Now? On this dying world? As you wish, my muse. He reaches into his bag, pulling out a flute and placing his lips on it. Alph inhales, and begins to blow. An elegy to the last day of Yolen, the birthplace of mortals, and the grave of the only God the cosmere has ever seen.
  11. "I will go now, Grace. I believe one sings to me louder than others. Pick well." He bows to her "I will see you on the other side." With that the ShoDel rises, walking towards the shimmering pool of ichor. Pure Investiture.
  12. "A bold thing to admit. A dangerous one." Alph warns. "Do not forget we will be equals." He shrugs all 4 arms. "We will deal with it if need be. What is one infinity to 15?" "It was broken by our actions as surely as Ado was. I may save the good parts if it's within my power. Lift them into the realm of thought."
  13. "I felt him reject another power." Alph says solemnly, shaking his head, "I do not think rejection would be wise. These powers are not mindless. They will remember." "I think it may be possible to take more than one power. What will happen... I don't know."
  14. "It sings to me, and I can appreciate its more... destructive tendencies. But it would require work to control. Not every old death is art." "That's the spirit. I think it would be such a shame to let all this power go to waste." He looks at Mascarose, who was approaching the Ichor of kings. "That power worries me. Lords always have." He sighs "This will end in war."
  15. "It does indeed call to me. What are your plans once you have fled? I can already feel the cosmere tremble in terror at what we have unleashed." He smiles a pale smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I am curious who will take that ruinous power." He stretches a white finger towards the black smoke, "And excited to see what they will do with it."
  16. "A black hole of a man. How fun" Jakob walks up to it and peers at it.
  17. Alph felt the aftershocks of it ripple through his Tamu Kek. It was exquisite - true artistry as it thrummed through his being, painting maddening colors. A wave passes through him and he knows then, the cosmere has changed. Truly. Profoundly. Changed. Alph turns to the pools, watching. He must consider carefully what he will take, for it will shape what kind of god he becomes. Each pool sang its own song, whispering, urging towards a goal. An Intent. That is something new. He thinks to himself. He looks at the shards of Ado's power and listens to their songs. He saw the Truine strain their feeble ears, trying to listen to music they do not understand. He pities them. Even those primitive Singers could hear the beats of the world. That golden well of burning passion called to him- the highs and lows of emotion compressed into power. But should he take it? Such power is not meant for mortal hands or hearts. The enshaden pool of rippling black smoke sang to him as well- he could feel its rippling chaos already roting the earth. He wrinkles his nose. That power knows only hunger and can not appreciate the destruction it brings. But perhaps... perhaps he could change it in small ways such as that. Opposite to that abominable power was another that called Alph. Creation in its rawest aspect- beauty for the sake of beauty. The pool rippled and split into three colors, more ghostly after-images than real substance. Other shards called to him, too, but one was already claimed, and one far more fiercely sang to another. If only he could take more of these and forge them together..... become the new god. "Grace, my dear. We seem like the only two who haven't lost our wits. What do you think of these... powers? Which sings to you?" Alph places an ivory hand on his hip and watches the impulsive fools run. He watches her in fascination. The singers have always been odd. Neither wholly Fain nor wholly Truine, but something other. Crab-like.
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