Kuri Shardweaver

I'll resist making any puns about Czeching this thread out and instead just welcome you to the board! I'm curious as to what you disliked about Warbreaker, though. I found it a great book, personally!

I'm not the purveyor of cookies. Hugs are my domain, so you get one of those instead! *hug!* Life story mode is a very entertaining mode, but I'm REALLY sorry to hear about your husband, even if you seem to have reached the light at the other end of that tunnel. You seem like a fascinating person to have around though, so I'm glad you joined up. *goes to help K-chan with that cookie*

Good afternoon! America here. Yes, that's right. An abstract concept of a country is greeting you. Always lovely to see a new face! Hope you enjoy your time here. How'd you find out about Brandon's work?

Uh oh....*reaches for shotgun*

Well, we've already discussed this, so I see no reason not to Approve it since it hasn't changed since the last okay I gave it! I'll add it to the Compendium when I'm not braindead, for now I think a sleep is in order. Hopefully we'll be able to get him worked in before too much longer!

Oh dear. We seem to have picked up a stray lolcat. Quick, hide the cheezburgers!! Kidding. You can have a hug, of course! *Huggination!* Welcome aboard

Glad I'm not the only one who has this problem!

I can't recite the exact recipe at the moment, but we make this stuff called "3-Onion Cheesey Potato Casserole" Basically, you take a bag of frozen hash brown (Ore Ida, or heck, you could probably go fresh too, bagged just saves a step), Mix it with shredded cheddar, cream of cheddar soup, a bit of dijon mustard, diced onion, diced green onion, and french's fried onions. Put it in a big ol' casserole dish, cover the top in more shredded cheese and fried onions, and let the whole thing bake. It's. Fantastic.

Hi there! Judging by the above, I'd say you're gonna fit in just fine here. Just pace yourself, gonna run out of Brandon to read at the pace you're going!

A Masran, a chatty Leyari, an Earthshell off in the corner. Poor thing probably thought he was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Oh, and Kiki. The Crown Prince was most definitely going to have his hands full at this meeting. "De plehjur iz bee'n mine, Mizz Sayooreh. We both be a bit far from home, ya?" Bix smiled, leveling his tone and volume some for the Earthshell's benefit before turning to bow to the Masran. "And wit ya too, my sandy bruddah."

This. Plus, a book this epic deserves to be as rock-solid as its writing.

I feel less and less sorry for the guy as the days go on.

Spinning back around swiftly on a heel at the mention of his name, the Seelvah male grinned all the more, beaded hair lifting in a colorful whirl. "Leetuhl seestah, ya be knowin' da Bix?" Eyes twinkling merrily, he paced a few steps closer to the blue-haired noble lady. Looking through the thin-rimmed glasses and then over said rims, the cocoa-furred humanoid finally vaulted onto a palm and inspected her bottom to top, scratching his chin in thought. It wasn't a difficult analysis. Blue hair was a predominant trait in one location of Alteiryn only, and her eyebrows and lashes spoke to the fact that it was not the work of a dye. Bix had only ever met one person from the Highlands. The voice was familiar enough, and while the hair was longer, it HAD been some time.. Bix laughed deeply, shaking his head. "Ya look a lot bettah when ya not be waist deep in jungle and pirates, Mizz Kiki. Why is it whenever deer be trubble, Bix be findin' ya dere?"

My only question is, how much of the billions he focused all his life on making is going to be donated to cancer research, like it should?

The door to the ravaged waiting room thudded open in the most unobtrusive way plausible, smacking softly against a stopper before swinging slowly back into place. The equally abrupt humming ceased, jumping into a low whistle as analytic emeralds swept the room, noting the pock-marred walls, the lumpy rug, and the general unease of every single person present. Thick, black lips gave way to an ice-melting-ly iridescent grin accompanied by a hearty laugh. "Hoo bruddah, have I been in de wrong room! Who be throwin' da wild parhtee an' not be invitin' da party ah-nee-mahl~?!" Palms slapped together in a soft clap, Bix shimmied in a circle while pointing to each of them in turn as if to say 'was it you?'

Would you like a jelly baby?

I like it! Makes a lot of sense, natural camouflage and all .

In the darkness of her own thoughts, eyes turned inward from the world around her, the Leyht blossomed before Kierra. Like a vast lake of pure, crystalline water, the node of Tolvera was breathtakingly luminous, threatening to overwhelm her were she to grow careless. Its surface, if it could be called as such, rippled at the faintest of probings from her mind, scintillating waves extending far beyond her perception. A warm unlike any other radiated from the core of illumination deep below, suffusing her consciousness with a sense of security and comfort. It would be easy to surrender to the sensation, like the soothing aura of a loved one's embrace, and drift along the pool of energy. But something drew her attention, something unfamiliar in this state so much a home to her. Had Kierra not specifically been searching for anomalies, it would likely have been missed, and even now it was hard to perceive. A barest of flickers in the corner of her mind's eye, so far below the surface.. A speck, a marring. A gap of blackest void in the flawless flow of Lehyt that should decidedly not be there.

How does one engineer gas, anyway? Outside of a lot of beans, anyway...Welcome!

It looks huge (and is technically), but like I said, the pacing is such that it goes SO quickly.

Salutations Hyzen, and welcome aboard our nutty little board.....well, not so little anymore, really.... Ahem. Tangent. Warbreaker's a great novel, and WoK is even better! Just by posting, you're already a part of the awesome here

Again, I'm just making an educated guess that there might be something involved in a highstorm that is the equivalent of lightning and follows the same principles thereof, being attracted to the highest available point first. Ergo, it would climb to a plateau to pupate to attract the most stormlight. What's more, it's entirely possible that a chasmfiend might molt or pupate multiple times to increase its size before undergoing a final transformation into a thunderclast, and it's only this final transformation that requires the stormlight infusion. Furthermore, while a chrysalis might very well be a 'wall' against infusion, we are again dealing with magic. The chrysalis may very well be organically designed to channel stormlight into the gemheart. Also, something can have an exoskeleton and still look skeletal. Ever seen a 'walking stick'? Very slight and long.

That's what makes most scientific sense to me (and we all know how much Brandon loves scientific fact-binding). The act of metamorphosis takes an enormous amount of energy, the larval stage of anything will gorge for days on end, increasing vastly in size until it pupates so it has enough calories stored up. However for something the size of a chasmfiend, it would take several villages worth of people to equate enough of a meal as a few branches of leaves for a caterpillar. Back in the day, this probably happened fairly often, but then man got a hold of the Shard/Honorblades, and suddenly devouring a few villages and pupating became a lot harder. So, evolution rears its head and offers an alternative. We've seen what Kaladin can do with just a few charged chips, so imagine the potential energy of a fully charged gemheart. No way that couldn't fuel a metamorphosis into something like a thunderclast. Also, Inkthinker, your art is absolutely fantastic, can't wait to see you render a chasmfiend

Good to know! Yay done with midterms! We'll hopefully get things rolling in your direction very soon!

It's an interesting theory, but differences in the two creatures don't necessarily eliminate them from being connected. Any living creature that we know of which undergoes a pupate-type metamorphosis generally drastically changes in both size and form. For example, look at the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. The 'end result' is very dissimilar to the original form. This is further compounded upon by any of the 10 million species of beetle, all beginning life as small grubs before transforming into much larger, fascinating creatures. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the Thunderclasts were the final form of the chasmfiends, there is much supporting evidence to it, even in the behavior of the chasmfiends. After all, this is what we know about them: They live down in the chasms, feasting on whatever living material might fall down there, arguably to fuel growth and prepare for its pupating phase. Then, it climbs to the top of a plateau and forms its chrysalis. This part is particularly important for one major reason. As quoted above, Voidbringers were said to hold Stormlight perfectly, and chasmfiends have gemstones of immense size for hearts. Assuming that there is something identical or akin to electricity involved in a highstorm that equates to gathered stormlight, lightning will always strike the tallest available object first. Climbing to the top of a plateau and already being so massive, a pupated chasmfiend would be a veritable magnet for 'stormlightning'. So arguably, the chasmfiends climb to plateaus to pupate because they need a massive amount of stormlight to complete their transformation into a Thunderclast, and that's the best place to gather it. But of course, along come the humans to hack open their chrysalis, harvest the gemheart, and boom, no Thunderclast. And think about it, even the name 'thunderclast' supports them being born of a supercharged stormlight source such as a massive gemstone. Thunder always follows lightning, after all. Just my two cents, at least.