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Granted, you have the ability, but sadly you are too unmotivated to actually make it. I wish to own all the Brandon leatherbounds

Of course! Welcome!

Cool, thanks!

Question: do you have to vote? It seems that it is an optional thing, but I would have thought everyone should do it

(See TLPW) I return the sandwich lifted high above my head, Glory Spren appear

I appear frantically looking for the sandwich, I find it in the post above me and return to The battle for the sandwich. Yes, tardigrades are awesome

Welcome to the shard! who is your favorite Cosmere character?

Oh, I wasn't trying to undo it, I just felt really bad because I didn't have any reason to vote them other than the fact that he voted for me. I didn't want to be mean. And also I thought it a bit of a silly reason to vote for someone but ... he was still a bit suspicious so I didn't want to retract my vote.

What are your grounds for this? This is so awesome, thanks for the warm welcome, I was really nervous bc I've never RPd before, but everyone is so nice! Sorry about the retaliation vote Ashbringer. It is the same as on PC, go to the line below it and backspace twice. If that doesn't work select the spoiler box (by clicking it) and backspace twice. I arrived back at the shack I now called home. It was a dirty, smelly little thing on the outskirts of the wealthier parts of town, not quite the slums, but not too far from it. On the way back I had passed the tavern again. I was tempted to go in and bury myself in drink, to shut out the memories, if only temporarily. But I held myself back, I couldn't hunt the spiked if I was intoxicated, besides alcohol stunk. The village drunk was proof enough of that. The door to my shack creaked as I pushed it open, dragging slightly along the floor. Good, I would be warned of intruders. I made my way over to my sorry excuse of a desk, opening my trunk and pulling out a stack of paper, some ink, and a quill. I would write down what I knew. It would help me organise my thoughts and detach myself emotionally from the situation. I dipped my quill in the ink listening to the scritch scratch of my writing against the paper. "A man known to Lord Hadrian was found dead and Spiked supposedly after ravaging a storehouse. There are more of these Spiked in Tyrian falls. The lord ruler uses similar (or the same) spikes for his Inquisitors. These spikes change a person, drive them insane. Making Spiked is a bloody, unnatural process." I stopped here, it was too painful. those last two statements summoning memories in my mind that I had been trying to banish all day. I sat, watching the ink dry. These spikes and the monsters they created had torn apart my family, torn me apart. I would not rest until every last one was GONE from Tyrian falls. they would not ruin my life again, not again.

Fortunately ( for everyone but TAA ) TAA is three years of age and only using their imagination. There is no “superheated rock” to protect his base. So while lulled into a false sense of security, he doesn’t notice me wake up and infiltrate the “base”. I lift the sandwich to my mouth, about to take a bite.

The force from the universe expanding flings the sandwich from TAA’s grip onto my unsuspecting head

A shiver ran down my spine. My venture out into the heart of the town had yielded the results I was looking for. Mostly. Spikes. Memories flashed, a bloody floor, the body, HIM. It turned out this town was exiting after all. I just needed to wait, watch and listen. The scraggly looking man I had eavesdropped on in the tavern had said “dem unnat-u-ral Inquis-tors , hab dem spikes, so does summa us , I heared dat from, da master ‘imself” I shivered again “summa us”. I dug around for more information and what I found confirmed my fears. Apparently Lord Penrod had got it in his head that some of the townsfolk had spikes in them, like the fearsome Inquisitors of the Lord Ruler. He sent out an order that everyone was needed to help locate them, and the spiked creatures were the reason the town border was closed. We were stuck with them. Most of the people I saw were scared, but not nearly scared enough, how could they be? Spiked people? Horrific, but ludicrous. They only half believed. But I knew. I knew, it was the truth. I’d seen those spikes with my own eyes. Driven into my brother, Casper’s body, that young girl dead on the floor, her blood a sharp scent in my nostrils, coating the floor and Casper’s body. And then there was HIM that horrible man … I squeezed my eyes shut banishing the memory. I reached a street corner and I collapsed down onto the curb and curled up in the shadows, exhausted. I closed my eyes. — Evenlyn Royale, my name, I hadn’t heard it spoken in a long time. It was not the name of a merchant. That is what I told everyone I was. No one truly believed it, I had no wares to sell, nor were my hands callused from hard work. A flimsy lie, yes, but a necessary one, I was not Skaa and would never let myself stoop to their level, even if I had come close, and I never would allow myself the luxury of my old life. Daughter, of a reasonably wealthy, if not well known, nobleman from the western dominance. I was not that girl, and I never would be again. A girl that stood by and watched, terrified from afar, as her own brother was turned into a monster. — When I awoke. I ached all over, perhaps falling asleep on the street wasn’t the best idea, especially with those monsters around. I sat up and shivered for the umpteenth time that day, it was now late afternoon. A figure flapped past in a mistcloak, using pushes and pulls to fly through the air. Mistborn, or their lesser cousins, the mistings weren’t uncommon, but is was strange to see someone so openly displaying their gifts before the mists rose. I rifled through my pockets surprised to find that I hadn’t been robbed, someone had even left a couple clips on the sidewalk next to me, it was both kind and insulting. People thought ME a beggar? However, I pocketed the coins, they would be useful to me. I walked, unsettled with my discoveries. Memories plagued me the whole way home, my footsteps disturbing the ash that fell on the streets. Spikes. Oh, lord spikes. I paused and took a sharp breath in, steeling my nerves. That was the moment I decided. I WOULD help track down these ‘spiked’. Or die trying. I passed people in the streets furtively looking around, suspicious of everyone, eyes darting left to right. Their little worlds had suddenly gotten a lot more dangerous.

I still have the sandwich and it’s irresistible allure causes me to pull it out of my pocket to admire it

I stepped out into the sun , feeling it’s beating rays on my back, looking around. Nothing seemed different from yesterday, but I could feel it, something was off, something was wrong. I started walking. I wasn’t walking to anywhere in particular, just walking. I used to like walking to see all the interesting things going on around me. There was nothing interesting in this town, nothing known to the likes of me at least. I was new to Tyrian falls and everyone knew it. That made me a target, however I wasn’t an easy one, after a few days in town, most of the unsavoury types had the good sense to leave me alone. I felt the stones beneath my feet, I was idly kicking one along in front of me, when I heard it, a yell, calling all to the town square. I hurried along, not wanting to miss one second of the first excitement I’d seen in all my days here. I arrived in the square, it was packed with dirty bodies, desperately in need of a wash. One man, dressed well, probably in the employ of a noble house was shouting. “By order of Lord Hadrian Penrod not a soul is to leave this town, on penalty of death” he repeated this many times while a cacophony of questions echoed through the square. My curiosity was peaked, and though I tried to suppress the thought, there was only one thing on my mind as I walked back to my new home. What had happened? Thanks for the welcome Ashbringer

Oh blow my billy boys blow HUH!

Wasing the hasting how of wanting the doing? Are you sure that’s what happened? Did you hit your head?

The falling piano and Haly’s shouting is distracting enough that I swoop in and manage to steal the sandwich and put it in my pocket like nothing happened.

Radiant, if I was a Chasmfiend I would probably be dissected for experimental purposes ( in this world) On Roshar I would still want to be a Radiant bc I want a spren buddy WYR meet Lightsong or Wayne

I had a streak of my entire life until I found this thread

Yup TPBM is mildly concerned for their mental health

Swallow it and see if I could burn it. Also be supremely excited that Atium exists. WWYDIYF three infused clearchips and a recipe for Chouta IYP

WELCOME. I hope you like it here!

Welcome to the shard!!! Which of Brandon’s books have you read? Which is your favourite at the moment?

Welcome!!! What order of knight radiant are you? here is a quiz if ya don’t know: https://www.brandonsanderson.com/official-knights-radiant-order-quiz/

Welcome! Who is your favourite of Brandon’s characters?