DragonHeir

“Huh. I was walking to the bus for my cross country meet.”

Dragonheir is in the middle of walking to the cross country bus when, with a flash of light and a bang, he is transported to the mountain, surrounded by a few people. “Who are you?”

Yup. It's lurg.

Ok. Cosmere:

Hello! Welcome to the Shard! In my opinion, at least, Sanderson's other books definitely match the expectations. In fact, Mistborn is actually one of his first books; his writing actually improves as he goes on. Of course, I wouldn't be here if I didn't think Sanderson's writing was awesome, so you'll be getting some selection bias here. As for a next step, he's got an epic fantasy series called The Stormlight Archive, which I think might fulfill your request for more mature. Its magic system isn't quite as rule based as Mistborn's; the powers are still rigorously defined, but they have multiple related uses, rather than the sort of "point and click" that allomancy possesses. However, it has much more in-depth worldbuilding; Sanderson created an entire planet full of magic that feels like it could really exist. It also has more main characters, a more complex plot, and more moral quandaries than Mistborn, although there still is plenty of real-seeming magical battles where limits are defined rather than arbitrarily enforced for the plot. (The outcome is still arbitrarily enforced by the plot; that's how books work, but it doesn't feel like it.) In my opinion, Sanderson's only books that don't quite live up to the expectations created by Mistborn are Elantris and Warbreaker. I believe that both of those were written before it, and thus aren't quite as good (Warbreaker is significantly better than Elantris, though). They're still OK fantasy, but they're not Sanderson tier; I think he learned a lot while writing them. I'd only recommend reading Elantris when you've already read several Sanderson books; it has some interesting information lore-wise (all of Sanderson's adult books take place in one universe, which is called the Cosmere. Many of the people here find patterns between magic systems and extrapolate them, because the magic all follows the same base rules), but, due to its early writing quality, it can cause people who would have really enjoyed other Sanderson books to stop reading. Warbreaker is better; it's a fine book, but I prefer other series and, given what you said, I think you would too. Another thing you'd want to be careful of is that Mistborn takes a complete tone shift between the end of the first trilogy and the book that takes place after it. That also has a tendency to make people stop reading. Spoilers for the first Mistborn trilogy: Anyway, I should probably wrap this up before other sharders steal all my points (grr ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ). I'm glad that we have another Sanderson reader and Shard member, and I hope you enjoy whatever book you pick next. -Dragonheir

“What the? Exotic matter?” Nick dashes to grab one of the xenosuits he’d made, tossing it onto the Magmarak. “SIMON - drain and contain as much of the saliva as possible. I’ll put on the xenosuits here, so we can absorb them; I’ll leave one to see if it comes with us.” He begins to do so, layering the suits so that the resources can be consolidated. “We can do other experiments with the teleportation later; I don’t want to risk setting it off early. And we should do something about the people there.” “We could leave your glasses with them. I could explain things, then help their culture with the tech you’ve brought.” “But then where would you be?” “I made a copy of myself. It’s, well… it’s in your head. I had a lot of extra space, and I was worried that the glasses would be destroyed, and you need me to keep your body together, so…” “We’ll talk later. Right now we’ve got a time limit. I can take the hood off for short periods now, right?” Nick goes over to the strange gray people, and ceremoniously sets the last xenosuit and his glasses on the ground. Then, he goes over to the likely dead Magmarak, connecting his suit to the one draining it so all the strange heat substance doesn’t get left behind. He waits, biding his time till he disappears.

"Huh. Where is the copy from, anyway?" Veer bounces the ball away from his face with his powers, trying to set the corn on your side on fire.

I do! Scouting is kinda OP here. I concur - or we could have our characters know each other from the shard.

Assuming Gemini sent them over, Veer once again faults on purpose, then sends the balls back for Gemini's serve.

Veer watches the two hit the balls back and forth. The corn plants are almost a thicket now; it feels like they would be difficult to move through quickly.

Tuesday should be as good as any other day. Cross country apparently takes up a frightening amount of your free time.

Milk is one syllable. That would have been a good hint. Mistcloak!

It goes through parts of the suit (which is actually flammable) and begins to burn Nick’s skin. He chuckles, feeling no pain, as the skin knits together again. “Kill me once, shame on me. Kill me twice, shame on you. Or something like that.” SIMON begins to analyze the saliva, trying to find a way to contain and/or reproduce it.

Nick feels a pang of sadness; killing random animals for their natural behaviors seems pointless. But he keeps ducking and dodging until suddenly, he trips.

Veer uses his powers to hit the ball back, which apparently doesn't cause a kernel shower. Then, he walks over and picks a corn ball from the plants growing on his side, putting it into play as well.

“How should I know? I’d say it doesn’t, though.”

Wait… cheese?

“Corrosive biochemicals… why would it even need that? Do the people over there also have fire blood?” Nick grumbles to himself about over-optimization and Komodo dragons as he continues to dance backwards and swing his sword, drawing the Magmarak away from the civilians. Well, he tries to dance away, anyway. It’s closer to a perpetual stumble, as Nick tries to get used to the slightly faster movement of his new body.

Veer shrugs. “I wasn’t the one who chose it. You can pick a different one if you want.”

As the creature charges, Nick jumps into the air, the rebuilt wings firing, fueled by the little hydrogen he had. Landing on its back, he pulls out the lightsaber and tries to cut through the fur.

The ball, looking like a spherical corn cob, drops corn kernels that grow into plants as Gemini watches. Spherical corn husks begin to sprout from them, leaving Gemini with around a dozen corn balls. Veer redirects the two balls into each other, creating corn plants on his side as well. The two balls then turn and fly over the net again.

Veer spits it out, but is left with painful cuts on his mouth. “Alright.” he says, talking strangely due to the cuts. “Let’s up the difficulty a bit.” He motions to a random bystander to toss a second ball in. “Is that good with you?” Then, he serves the spike ball, aiming away from Gemini.