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She is, she was in Secret History. Kelsier tricked her into leaving behind that ball full of Connection Juice that Kel used to Ascend.

That actually brings up an interesting phenomenon. If a Mistborn were to wear too much aluminum it'd mess with their powers. In fact they wouldn't be able to use any Speed-Bubbles since they'd pop just from aluminum being in them, and I'd say those are pretty crucial abilities for a modern day Mistborn. With Bendalloy they can activate a speed-bubble to instantly refill their other metals, they could even go for a rapid-fire Duralumin Burst. Combining it with Cadmium can grant them a decent shield and crowd control options. But too much aluminum would make them impossible to use. Wearing aluminum on their chest would interfere with most powers that originate from there, such as iron, steel, bronze, copper, brass and zinc. So too much aluminum can interfere with a full half of their abilities at the very least. A proper Mistborn assassin would need to know when to wear their aluminum, and how much to wear. I could see them stealing full metalminds to use as a less disruptive alternative, they wouldn't be Unkeyed so he couldn't Burn them and it'd get attention but hey it's an idea.

I'm guessing we're sticking to mundane stuff only? No Unsealed Metalminds or Allomantic Grenades? If so then fair enough. Makes it more fun that way. I think that a gun that relies solely on Allomancy to work is possible. What better silencer than a gun that doesn't use gunpowder? Granted they could just push a bullet themselves and not carry a deadly looking weapon, but a gun to point with might make it easier to aim. Line the outside with a little bit of aluminum and presto, a truly silent gun.

Uhhhh no? First of the Sun has a Perpendicularity even without a Shard in residence but that's an exception, Threnody has temporary and unstable Perpendicularities that are of a morbid origin, they also don't have a Shard in residence but they do have a 'chunk' of Ambition. Lumar doesn't have one at all. Most worlds are not going to have a Perpendicularity, you need the presence of a Shard or at least a powerful Splinter. That presumably have Perpendicularities, Bjendal had one, Sel has one, Dhatri had one. Mythos probably also had one. There is nothing to suggest they were going to worlds without one as of Mistborn Era 2. They have FTL spaceships, they can go to other worlds via the Physical Realm. It just costs a whole lot for that method for any worldhoppers that aren't part of the world that invented them. We're seeing this economy from the unprivileged perspective.

Plus we can rule out most Heralds. If a Herald we knew died then we would have known about it by now, one of them would have said something, or maybe express some kind of guilt and say "it's all my fault". But they haven't so it can't be them. -Can't be Taln for obvious reasons. -Can't be Nale, Kalak, Jezrien or Shallash because they were all there at the palace. -Can't be Ishar because he was busy for several years being the God-Preist of Tukar and screaming about his almightiness. -Pailliah was in Khabranth being an Ardent or something. -Battar was part of the Diagram. That leaves only Vedel, who we know nothing about and Chanarach who has so much more foreshadowing with the red hair and stuff. It was brought up by Gavilar and Shallan's mom died in the same month as Gavilar for Stormfather's sake! If Chana is not Shallan's mom then I will eat my old, smelly shoes.

Do remember that the Prologue we've seen is a draft and will likely have some changes when released proper. But as for your questions I might have some ideas. For Anti-Voidlight, your guess is as good as mine I'm afraid, it would require an understanding of Rhythms that I'm not sure how Gavilar could get without the aid of the Listeners. For how Gavilar became the most Cosmere-Aware-without-being-Cosmere-Aware person ever, I imagine it's similar to the creation of the Set on Scadrial, he found out there was power and went looking for it, though I'd say he was marginally more successful since he wasn't just some Shard's puppet. What Gavilar did? Setting the True Desolation in motion, the Voidspren needed a way past the Oathpact since Taln would never break and Gavilar had found that way, moving Voidlight and probably Voidspren from Braize to Roshar was just the beginning. Allowing Ulim the chance to get into Venli's head and eventually summon the Everstorm. As for Axindweth and Gereh, no idea. We'll probably learn more s it becomes clear that Axindweth wanted the True Desolation to happen, she worked with Gavilar and gave Ulim to Venli. Gereh was probably trying to stop her.

I don't think the timeline matches up for that. The letter happened in Stormlight Archive, which as a whole takes place around Era 2 Mistborn. Starling's banishment happened 50 years before Emberdark. So unless the Southern Scadrians have already figured out Space Travel years before Wax was even born, I don't think that is why. It's already said that Frost is 'frosty' with Hoid because he's meddling with other worlds, with Adonalsium's design. Though if Hoid is indeed involved in the circumstances of Starling's banishment, then it's definitely not gotten any better.

I think it's pretty clear on the why. The ever-honorable Rosharan's don't want to risk those filthy Scadrian's getting ahold of any Surges. So they've restricted or even outright banned public off-world distribution or services, keeping all that good stuff for their own benefit.

They could also Compound for near-infinite Investiture. Other possibilities could be that they might be able to store away abilities granted by Hemalurgic Spikes and keep them permanently via Compounding. They might be able to use this to gain access to all powers. Plus powers of other worlds if they could figure it out. They could also potentially be able to form Perpendicularity by Compounding and filling an enormous metalmind, though Brandon has said it doesn't necessarily need to be a Nicrosilmind. Either way being able to form Perpendicularities at all is incredibly useful for Worldhopping. Could even go to worlds that don't have a stable Perpendicularity of their own like Lumar or Threnody. Either way, there's a whole lot of potential in this combination.

Authors Note: Happy Birthday, to me! This is a reverse birthday gift, from me to all of you! In case you've forgotten or just haven't seen it around half a year ago, I set up a thread for snippets and dropped a bunch of idea titles for stores I want to write. Unfortunately, my poor writing skills and constant ideas for other stuff kept me from ever truly being able to just sit down and write a real story. That ends today! My hopes for the Cosmeric Tales is, while Brandon is typing out his doorstoppers with his feet, I'll try to tide you over with smaller stories, mostly separate from Brandon's, that could 'plausibly' have or will happen in the Cosmere. By god it's been a while but thanks to this experience, It'll be a much smoother ride for me to give this site the stories it deserves, or needs. Either one. So without further ado! I give you the first of the Cosmeric Tales! The Duststalker Prologue The gunshots echoed throughout the town. Dek couldn’t help but flinch at every single one, he’d never heard so many in a single night in all his life. The only impulse flashing through his mind was to get himself and his younger brother Nid as far away from those horrible sounds as fast as he could. Unfortunately for him, his brother had other ideas. “Dek, lemme go! I can help!” Nid pleaded with his brother. But the young adult wouldn’t hear it, “No, nonono, rust that, we’re not going near that at all! We’re getting to town hall and praying that the conners can deal with this.” Dek fired back, while pulling his brother along. “B-but it’s never been this bad before! What if they can’t?!” Nid yelled back. “If they can’t, then we stay right bloody quiet till this all blows over.” Dek’s frazzled reply did nothing to assuage the younger boy. Nid stopped walking, then Dek jerked to a stop, unable to pull his brother along anymore. He turned to glare at Nid. “This is not the time for this Nid! Stop showing off and let’s go!” He barked. Nid returned the glare and ripped his hand out of his brother’s grip, “You go! I’m gonna try and do something instead of just hiding!” He yelled. Dek balked at this, “Are you out of your rusted mind?! You’ll be killed!” “I can help! I’m metalborn aren’t I, I can do this!” Nid was adamant. Why? Why did his brother have to have these damn thoughts, acting like he could do anything? Why couldn’t the brat see that Dek was just trying to keep him safe. “No! You’re not a lawman Nid! You’re just a kid! Now come on!” He tried to pull his younger brother’s arm, trying to drag him to safety by force if he had to. The boy still didn’t budge. Nid glared at his brother, then tore out of Dek’s grip once more, “I’ll show you I can do it, I’ll prove it!” He yelled at his older brother as he started to sprint away, appearing to skim across the ground as he did so, like a skipping stone. Dek froze in place, he knew he couldn’t stop Nid, not really. If he tried to go after him, he’d be risking his own life. If he didn’t go, his idiot of a brother would probably get himself killed. He wasn’t bulletproof for god’s sake! Nid was still moving and was starting to leave his sight. He bit his lip so hard it almost bled. “Harmony’s lost balls!” Dek bit out as he turned and sprinted towards the gun fight. Dek kept to the edges of walls as he ran, doing his best to avoid where the gunshots were frequent while following his brother. He turned a corner in pursuit and saw his brother running towards a much larger man, dressed in a vest with a wild mane of black hair. He was pointing a gun towards a cowering woman, a hearty and cruel laughing echoing from him. It ended when his gun ripped its way out of his hand, flying in the air towards Nid. The boy dashed to the side to avoid it slamming into him. The outlaw turned towards the boy with shock plastered on his face “What the hel-”. Nid yelled as he sped up to the man and leapt, slamming into him shoulder first. The former gunman gasped as Nid tackled him straight into the dirt. Nid climbed to his feet and watched as the frightened woman fled away further into town. The boy winced as he rubbed his shoulder, while Dek was left stunned upon witnessing what had just happened, he’d never admit it to his brother but what had just happened was incredible, he’d just taken down an armed man nearly twice his size in seconds. Nid stood above the man and looked back at Dek with surprise written on his face, “Dek? You came-” He was interrupted by the bandit quickly rising and punching him in the chest, sending Nid to the ground. Nid let out a pained gasp as he fell and grasped his chest, gasping for air he no longer had. Dek was shocked as the bandit started to stand up, he knew that the kind of tackles Nid gave were the kind a normal man didn’t just get up and walk away from. Not so easily at least. A fearful thought flashed in his mind, ‘Metalborn’. “Ya little rustin’ bastard!” The bandit snarled as he stood up and stood over Nid, preparing to stomp down on his head. Dek rushed the man, then pushed him away from his downed brother as hard as he could, the outlaw barely stumbled and caught Dek by the face, then shoved him back with brutal force. Dek felt as though his neck had nearly snapped in two. He fell and landed harshly on his back, the furious man stomping towards him, “You shoulda waited for yer turn boy!” he growled out. Dek trembled at the threat, was he about to die? Was Nid going to die? He saw a glint next to him. A revolver, the bandit’s gun. The one Nid had torn from the man’s hands earlier. He frantically reached for it, wrapping his hands around its handle as he pointed at the outlaw. The bandit’s eyes widened as he tried to reach for Dek. Trying to stop him. But it was too late, Dek’s finger twitched on the trigger and the gun fired. A bang echoed through the night as the bandit stumbled to a stop. He brought his hands to his neck where the bullet had gouged through. The man who had just tried to murder the boys gave a weak gurgle, then collapsed to the dirt, blood pooling around his head. Dek sat there in shock. He’d just shot and killed a man. The man had tried to kill him and his brother, he was protecting them! He was in trouble for this, he must have been. You couldn’t just shoot someone, right? It all felt wrong, he’d taken a life and now he felt as though he was going to throw up. A pained cough broke past his spiraling thoughts. Nid still laid on the ground, curled up around his chest. Dek dropped the gun and stumbled over to his brother, kneeling beside him as he spoke, “Nid, Nid look at me!” He urged desperately. Nid lifted his head, gasping all the while, “Can’t. Breathe.” He gasped out. Did that man break Nid’s ribs? Had they punctured through his lungs? Was Nid going to die anyway? Dek shook his head, “Nono, you can. Deep breathes okay, in and out Nid. In and out.” Nid’s breathing slowly calmed from erratic to deep. Dek lifted Nid’s black shirt and saw a large bruise right on the center of his chest. He tried to feel around it, Nid gave a groan as he did but Dek didn’t feel anything wrong, at least he was pretty sure. Harmony help him, he wasn’t a rusting doctor! “Okay, we need to go. Lose some weight and I’ll carry you.” Nid gave a nod as Dek began to lift him. He struggled at first, then it was almost like he was holding a sack of flour instead of a mid-teen boy. A neat trick Nid had been lucky enough to be born with, they called it Feruchemy. Dek rushed back the way they came. “Still think it was a good idea to play lawman?” Dek couldn’t help but jab at Nid. “Shut it” he mumbled out. Well, all Dek could do was hope he learned from this. The town hall was nearly in sight, they were so close to safety. A terrified squeal rang out from behind as Dek turned his head towards it. He nearly tripped when he saw an enormous shirtless man wearing shredded pants, metal lining its buckle, standing almost taller than a house and his dark skin seemed too tight around such a mountain of muscle. With his hands above his head he carried a horse, it struggled and squirmed in the man’s giant grip. The man grunted then with a yell of effort, took a step forward and threw the horse. It sailed above the boys’ heads, the sight had them frozen as the horse sailed through the air, screeching as it did. It smashed through the wall of the town hall, the building shook and the sounds of screaming echoed from the building. Dek just stood there, holding his brother as his mind struggled to understand what had just happened. The thundering footsteps behind shook him back to reality as he remembered the Koloss of a man that was now beginning to step towards them. Dek could say nothing, he simply gave a frightened scream as he sprinted away with his brother in his arms. Giving into fear as he ran, his heart thumping in his ears. They needed to leave, get out of town, hide in the rusting bush for a week for all he cared. Just be anywhere besides right in front of a bandit that could chuck a horse like a brick! He could feel his brother’s breathing becoming shallow and uneven as he struggled to breathe once again. His rhythm startled by the chaos that seemed to follow them. Dek couldn’t pay attention to it, not when every part of his mind screamed at him to run, not when he himself started to struggle for breath as his legs protested the strain of such a long sprint. The enormous man was lumbering behind them, but he seemed too slow, they were quickly losing him. Dek sprinted through the town, he went behind buildings and across streets to evade the man. The starry sky giving just enough light to see where he was, among the gunfire there was a shrill laughter in the air, Dek looked around, then in the distance where the gunshots were most frequent, saw a shadow flying through the air in the distance, visible only through the stars they blocked with their passing. Was that a person? He didn’t know and didn’t care. He kept running. Dek paused as they rounded past another house, catching his breath. He didn’t hear the footsteps anymore, they must have lost him. He looked at his brother, whose eyes were fluttering as he tried to steady his breathing, he was doing poorly. Dek shook him “C’mon Nid, don’t go to sleep, it is not a good time for that!”. Nid tried to focus through the pain, he looked at Dek, his eyes glistening, “Sorry…” he gasped out. Dek shook his head, “Be sorry later, just stay awake and I’ll get us out of here”. He tried to say with more confidence than he felt. Any confidence he had was shattered as a loud voice shouted not far from them,” This way! He’s going this way!”. Dek cursed, they were being followed! How did they know where they were? Was that giant some kind of tracker? He rushed between houses and made it to a larger area with stands and carts full of amenities, the markets. They were near the edge of town. So close. Dek tripped as his brother’s weight returned to normal. Dek checked his brother, and to his horror, Nid was unconscious. “Of all the bloody times! Damn it Nid wake up!” He tapped as he tapped his brother’s face, but there was no response, he was out cold. Dek felt the sweat fall down his pale face and into his red scarf, he was already tired just from running but he couldn’t carry his brother’s actual weight, he wasn’t used to it. He looked around frantically, he could hear the shouting of bandits coming closer, the gunshots that had once been far had gotten closer, too close. The sounds of the gunfight had moved towards them, why? Were the outlaws pushing towards the markets? Had the constables fallen back? As he spotted a mostly empty crate next to a stand selling some kind of black sand, an idea struck him. He dragged Nid towards it and struggled to stuff him in it, his brother was thankfully a bit smaller than most other kids his age. Thank Harmony for that. After putting the lid over the crate, hiding Nid’s unconscious body from sight, he crouched behind the stand itself. He’d done it, he’d hidden his brother, now what about himself? Dek froze as he realized he hadn’t thought that far ahead. It was too late, he could hear the bandits enter the markets, he heard a loud, graveled voice call out “Lost him, damn. Alright boys, Hezen and Dashei have got the conner’s on the ropes. Spread out, grab all the supplies that aren’t tied down! I want you all to grab food, water, and any metal we need by the armful. Bring them back to the carriages within the hour!” Dek heard their footsteps scatter. He stayed still, hoping he was unseen. He could hear a heavy set of footsteps near the stand he was hidden under. He heard a dark chuckle, full of mirth and malice. It sent a chill down his spine to hear it, but the next words spoken made his heart stop. “Ya fingers are pokin’ out.” The stand was lifted and thrown over Dek’s head, the jars of black sand smashing on the ground Dek whirled his head back at the monster that now loomed over him. Dark blue skin, with patches of gray, was stretched tightly over muscle, the skin of his face was pulled into a horrid, tooth-filled grin. Dark red eyes stared back into his hazel ones, Dek couldn’t muster the will to run, scream or even breathe as the beast stood over him. A rough pair of hands grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up with inhuman strength, a laugh full of unbridled sadism came from the one holding him up. “Thought ya could hide, huh? Not a bloody chance, now let’s have some fun!” The beast began to squeeze him by the shoulders, Dek screamed as he felt his arms being slowly crushed. “That’s enough Kev, drop him.” The gravelly voice from before ordered, the hands loosened and Dek fell back to the ground. The one who tried to crush him, Kev, turned with an annoyed groan, “Come on, Thev! I’m just doin’ my thing!” He whined. Dek turned his head to see them. Two men, with mottled blue skin. Koloss-blooded. Kev was dressed in ragged, torn clothing, his black hair a wild mess. The other, Thev, dressed in a more intact suit with a vest, seeming much cleaner than Kev. Dek looked beside himself without turning his head, the crate wasn’t knocked over. Thev rolled his eyes to Kev, “Yes, your ‘thing’, turning people into red smears on the ground with your bare hands.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do try to remember we need some alive.” The descendant of Koloss looked at Dek with discerning eyes, “And this one looks worth keeping alive.” Kev turned back to look at Dek’s frightened face, then leered. “Yeah, he does.” He walked back to Dek and grabbed his face as he continued, “He’s gonna scream well, I think.” Then slammed Dek’s head into the ground, then Dek saw no more. The last thought on his mind was a prayer to Harmony, praying for his brother’s safety.

I feel like Gold and Electrum should also be red, since they will probably warp your mind in a permanent way. Gold Savants could suffer from a magically enforced dissociative identity disorder, while Oracles could suffer from being scatterbrained as their mind is pulled into too many directions by the various futures they see. The Spiritual Realm can break minds after all.

Maybe Ruin tampered with Rashek's opinions a bit, since H-Copper and H-Zinc provide Mental and Emotional Fortitude respectively, which would mean anyone using those spikes would become harder to control and influence, which Ruin wouldn't want. Could you imagine if all the Kandra had Zinc Blessings? That would probably not save them from Ruin's control forever, but it would probably be supremely annoying for Ruin to have to devote more attention just to control them.

I find your idea of an Aluminum Savant both interesting and plausible. A lowered 'immune system' to foreign Investiture. It could even be explained as your 'Self-Leeching' becoming so interconnected with your soul that you're literally leeching away pieces of your own soul, leaving holes in it like with Hemalurgy, except without any powers to gain from it.

I'm thinking that a Pewter Savant, when they aren't burning pewter, suffer from constant fatigue, due to adjusting to augmented strength and endurance, as well as chronic nausea, from the augmented balance. In fact, chances would be that their body is just worse in every respect just like with Tin Savants. It's sounds pretty hellish, and interesting. Since they'd always be looking for more pewter.

You know, I didn't really think that the boost in strength from H-Iron was also partially magical like A-Pewter, I kind of thought it was just like F-Pewter, pure musclemass. With the Kandra's weird body having them not be twisted as much as a Koloss, who are on average twice the size of humans. I see, so you can't go over 100%, just raising the baseline. So that a Koloss's baseline strength is higher than a human's. Thanks for that insight, I was thinking of it the wrong way. A shame about that, though it would make sense, F-Pewter is purely physical and Hemalurgic Spikes are Spiritual in nature. Though maybe F-Nicrosil? I dunno. I do kind of wished we saw what happens if a normal person had 1-3 Iron Spikes and what that would look like. Would they just bulk up? Would they get extra skin and grow? Would their skin turn blue? So many questions.

Something I'm thinking about is the stupid good synergy between F-Pewter and H-Iron. Need more muscle? Just stab some guy then yourself. I've been thinking about it and, if you can store more than 100% of an attribute, then shouldn't that affect the Compression/Diminishing Returns of tapping higher multipliers from your metalminds? Like say a Brute has 1 Iron Spike, granting them nearly double their normal strength, then they store away all that additional strength plus some of their own, at say 120% filling rate, you should be able to tap it at 120% for an equal amount of time correct? Which would mean you could tap at, say, 240% for just a little under half of the storing time, and so on. Which sounds really stupidly good. I'm now wondering if F-Pewter could help mitigate the negative effects of Iron Hemalurgy, like if you had a Brute Koloss (isn't that a scary thought) and they stored all the additional strength, would they be able to reclaim some of their humanity? Since they'd essentially be storing all the additional Investiture that the spikes are granting.

Extra bit, what about implanted Metalminds, would those also count? It might be a way for a Skimmer to avoid being weighed down by their own Ironminds.

Interesting question, if you spiked a Skimmer with something (let's say a Gold Spike cause it'd be heavy), and they stored their weight, would the spike also decrease in weight? Because it counts as part of their body when it comes to Steelpushing right? So would it count to Iron Feruchemy?

What about if they were also an A-Pewter/F-Iron Twinborn, would the extra strength and speed plus reduced weight help?

HUZZAH! MY DREAMS HAVEN'T DIED!!! Thanks dude.

Awww, that's a damn shame. I had an idea for a cool scene in a story that had a Skimmer running on water. Curse you physics!

If a Skimmer stored most of their weight, then got a running start. Could they run across the surface of water? I'm not a physicist and I can't bothered to try, so I'm asking you guys if this is plausible.

Preeeeettty sure it's gonna be about Invention and what they're up to. They're implied to have made Canticle the way it is for some reason and are implied to have been travelling around the Cosmere, literally using entire planets and stars as projects.

I'm just going to throw out a really lazy idea. Just put 'ium' at the end of the Misting name. Coinshotium, Thugium, Leecherium, Augurium. Is it stupid, yes. Unoriginal, yes. But it's a lot simpler.

Short answer is 'we have no storming clue'. Longer, more meta answer is that Brandon wanted a 'Soft' Magic System that couldn't be easily explained or understood.