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That is a fair point, I will do that!

Well, I am writing this from the perspective of the Storyteller. He is a member of the Multiversal Alliance, a kind of librarian. He records the stories of the members in each universe, and in this one we have a Tig. The Storyteller breaks the 4th wall and talks of himself in the chapters about a girl named Sip, but he can't help comparing the worlds he records to the worlds he has seen.

Oh nice! A highschooler area! Sick. Hello fellow human beings, I am a 7,454 year old, and I turn 7,455 in around a week. Who's ready to start school again?

Little did you know (Pun intended) I jumped out of the car, because if it was small enough to fit in my pocket, i had to shrink! you didn't see me, so i rolled on the ground and bit your toe, while you were screaming I take the sandwich back, grow bigger, and hold it out of everyone's reach. Thanks for the welcome

I thought it was its own degree! If it's not, i side with you on Mechanical Engineering

I've been told to not eat the cookies I would visit Uretheru (can't spell, I listen to the books (Michal Kramer and Kate Reading do great btw)), because I love the concept of Fabrials, and they are on the leading edge. I plan to get a robotics engineering degree when i go to college

While Pineap is reeling from the ice block throw, I run in and yoink the sandwich, pulling a car out of my back pocket, and driving into the sunset

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner Not Gonna Lie, I think that would qualify as a war crime.

I have written through chapter 3, though I need to go back and rewrite my Prolouge and Prelude, but if I get enough pressure, I might post chapter 2 here. (or the prologue and prelude)

"I've never heard of a man named Kyz..." The confusion on Taeger's face was obvious. "Call me Taeger, thats what I go by, too many Tigs in the omniverse, considering there's one of us in every world." I'm looking for a man, a man named Luce. Only 8 of them, 4 male 4 female. Have you heard of them?" Seemingly subconsciously, Taeger pulled up a hollow graphic map of some unknown multiversal sub-system, but one of the worlds was labeled "Cosmere" and another "Cytoverse" "Oh my fault! Have I interrupted something?" Taeger was looking at some timeline apparatus, seeing the recent past, and the questions about the sword. "If you wouldn't mind, I would love to join you on this quest." His confusion was com pletely gone, replaced by a resigned confidence.

Taeger jumped out of his boots, then quickly phased his feet back into them. "And who might you be?"

Tig Taeger All was confused. He could've SWORN he went to the Multiversal Alliance. Could it be that there was something, Some one which transended the 8?? It wasn't possible. The omniversal Miasma was too toxic to support anything further. "Where am I?" he proclaimed in a loud boom.

I am writing a book, with a magic system i find annoyingly close to breaths, but i am too stuborn to do anything about it. Here is chapter 1. Chapter One: To Be A Soar-cerer Not many believe that I am merely human. I seek to disprove them - From The Studies of Tain; Page 1 Soar All was a simple enigma of a man, so many believed. He did his best to please the crowds. It’s not everyday someone would show off their Artifocal Skill, so pleasing the crowds was easy. Soar played a breathtaking, discordant note sequence, that without the added effects would have made any musician cringe, but with the magic above him, made the silent crowd grow more eager. A war occurred above Soar. Multi-colored particles flew around in controlled formations. Red particles of different shades built an army, and yellow particles of different shades formed the opposing force. They clashed in the air, running towards each other with fireworks flying from the wands in the red army’s hands, and lighting flying from the yellow army’s wands. It was a sight to see, a beautiful, deadly, glorious sight! Soar played another sequence, causing a volley of rockets to come from the Red Army. With his left hand, he shuffled between sharp notes and flowing chords, creating the lighting and flowing movement of those of yellow. “Well done, good sir! This may be the best one yet” The piano said with a very thick British accent to Soar. Though it was more of a mental projection, Soar was quite grateful for the praise. Keyed only gave praise when he felt it was truly deserved. “Why thank you, my good friend. I still don’t know where I would be without you Keyed” Soar responded to the Piano. Keyed the Piano had been Soar’s best friend all his life. Keyed was over three millennia old but still looked brand new, the glories of Artifocal Magic. Living as long as he had, you had to do a few things, like make an inanimate object last forever and be your best friend. Soar wasn’t insane, he just had no one who lived as long as him. He remembered things that few others did. He was a lonely man, but that was the way it had to be. Connection not only weighed him down but was devastating when they died and he lived on. A cycle he had seen many times before. “Probably with a different instrument. I hear that a guitar makes a great Artifocus.” Keyed had a great knowledge of the world, and one would assume it was due to his long life. However the extended lifespans seem to cause people to lose care for the world as they grow older. Keyed was against the pattern, and so was Soar. “Ya? Well, nothing is as good as you Keyed” Soar replied. He accidentally played the wrong note but followed through with it, the Blue army joining the fray. They wore flowing robes and flew through the air. Well, they were all in the air, but these weren’t confined to the same plane as the rest. As the Blue Army flew, their flowing robes trailing out behind them, they each held a briefcase, launching paper airplanes, these paper airplanes did as much damage to the enemy ranks as the fireworks or lightning. If Soar was one thing, it was practical. You might not have assumed that from the above statement, but paper airplanes are a real Weapon of Mass Destruction in this world. It cuts like a Shardblade from the Cosmere but flies as constantly as an Endergenic Jet from the FabeledLand. They devastated ranks, cutting down people and weapons alike. As the war raged on, the Red and Yellow teamed up against the Blue. They began to fire collectively at the flying ranks, the Red’s rockets and the Yellow’s lightning combining to create an undodgeable explosive, Orange in nature. The Red and Yellow Army combined and formed the Orange Army. Blue soldiers fell left, right, up, and down, the explosions throwing them everywhere. It seemed like the Orange Army would win, until… The crowd gasped, as Two Orange soldiers shifted into a Red and a Yellow soldier, firing at each other. Many Orange soldiers were caught in the explosions, and suddenly the Orange Army split into three Armies. The Magenta army, which started running, was filled with Yellow and Red soldiers who were done with this. The new Red Army was the same as before, but now there were occasional bolts of lightning from them. The new Yellow Army was in the same situation as the Red, but with rockets randomly flying from the ranks. Every time a soldier fell, they burst into a shower of the particles that built them. More and more particles piled onto the ground, making a rainbow mess. The crowd seemed more drawn in than before, how would this end? Just then, the Multi-Colored particles rose from the ground, forming a creature… no, a being from legend. The legendary Tain rose from the ground, formed from the fallen. He separated each of the armies, his head spasming between multiple locations, before settling into a 4 faced being, not four-headed. The faces, one each, faced up, left, right, and forward. The faces berated the Armies, except for the magenta. He led them away to safety from their former allies and enemies. The crowd collectively groaned. Did this story really have a moralistic ending? Well, Soar wasn’t that kind of person, he was realistic, not idealistic. The separated Armies seemed to quake with anger. The music built speeding up. Around the yellow, energized lighting. The Red, vibrating particles. The Blue, eager airplanes. The notes began to move together, keys and chords shifting together, forming only 3 things, panic, resignation, and furry. The Magenta Army fled as fast and far as they could, and so the panic faded off. The Blue, Yellow, and Red Armies all formed together into The Shades of Gray. This story was a history, embellished with modern legends. The Shades of Gray was a real group in this day and age. They were bent on the idea of having the power of Tain. The Magenta Army became the Artifocusts, a religion based on the beliefs of Tain and the Artifocal Bistream. Soar had lived through these days, so he knew the truth of events, but nobody knew his real age, so no one got to know the real events. The two conflicting chords got furious, as the Shades of Gray battled Tain. Some notes were barely a half step above the others, clashing in every way possible. Explosive paper airplanes flew from the Shades of Gray into the maw of Tain creating showers of sparks, which as they fell, formed in with Tain’s Multi-Colored form. Tain just stood there and watched, like a father watching his five-year-old try and beat him up. The battle raged, growing fiercer and louder, notes clanged, and Soar’s feet stamped to make the explosions. The battle soon became a fight against a deity who refused to fight back. A war went on above calm, practical Soar. He was the mastermind, the controller. Soar liked it that way but was never a control freak. Soar would get to his goal however he wants, but would listen to the ideas of others, letting them choose their path. Tain sighed and finally faded away. He seemed to know he was no longer wanted by this world, a being hoping to guide humanity to a better future, teamed against. This part hurt Soar the most. He had known Tain, He was a good kid who had great intentions. He often wondered what happened to this… right. “What happened to this world? Someone with the best intentions, treated like a monster” Soar thought bitterly “I understand Soar, we all want what we want, but sometimes we hate it when someone wants to give us what we need,” Keyed replied. He and his creator had this conversation many times, sometimes twice a week. Soar seemed to grow more melancholy by the day, this was where his joy would come from, the performances. However what if the performances began to bring him pain? Where would his joy come from? For now, it was time to finish this off. As Tain faded, the Shades of Gray grew some color, some becoming faintly blue, red, or yellow, but so faint that if you didn’t look closely, you would only see gray. The faint colors sorted themselves into groups, went their separate ways, and faded off. The audience was stunned. They knew Soar’s performances were shaking to the core, but none of them expected this. Eventually, someone started clapping, then another, a few stood, and so more stood. Soon the entire crowd was joined in one large standing ovation Soar stood and gave a bow. When he took off his hat to bow, fireworks flew from it and the crowd’s roar grew louder. Soar, in that moment, felt he lived up to his name. He truly was a Soa… wait he said it, right. “And that's what it means to be a Soar-cerer,” Soar thought, and his clothes agreed with him.

That is beautiful! My dreams of being a theifing radiant can be realized! Idea: Shard frag gernade. it go boom, peoples souls get done with this life yk?

Lol! I am going to FSY on Monday, I've been once before, and it was great

Shredded Soul. My favorite!

I think I will mostly theorize. I love the theoretical concepts of things, like fabrials, and the capabilities of Allomancy, Breaths, Surges, ect. I may ocationally do some fan thing, I have a universe in my head, and every book, show, movie, ect ever made is a universe in my Omniverse. So I may write a story from a member of the Multiversal Alliance visiting Scadrial, or Roshar. However I would welcome any suggestions! This community is amazing, and filled with Sanderson Nerds!

I agree, thus why I put humane in quotes. That's a great idea! Though it would act like a motor boat, but instead of fuel, use stormlight, a much cleaner and easily acquired source. I actually really like that idea more for music spren, though the way it would work would seem counter intuitive, as atracters would quiet sound, pulling it into the fabrial, and repellers would boost sound, shoving it away from the fabrial. These could work as noise canceling headphones! or as a microphone! Ah, kinda like magnets, when on a table, if they pull each other they will meet in the middle, or a heavy magnet pulling a light metal will move the metal, but a light magnet attracting a heavy metal will get pulled to the metal, that makes sense! I still love the idea of a wave canceling fabrial, as it would make sea travel so much safer, and possibly let people sail through highstorms. (though you may need to repel the wind) I am going to have to go back and check to see if that is stated, though it would make perfect sense to use a rain spren I am loving this thread!!!!!

Hey, I assume the rest of the conversation has been taking place in the discord 'StormCraft', but when i try to join, I get the error "Unable to Accept Invite" I will research to see if this is a discord problem, but could you try posting the link again? I would love to help, I have experience in data packs, mods, art(Not great), and building.

Shard Bike, with sharp wheels. Say good by to friction problems, and cut into the ground!

After reading through some other threads, I play dnd a little, I have invented a whole multiverse in my head, I think hemalurgy is sick, but inhumane, I love/hate Shallan, she is the best procrastinator ever, Hoid takes the cake as best charactor, but Kaladin is Uber cool boi. Didn't See this! Hoid and Kaladin, Though Wane is quite the joy.

I am a simple soul, with a past, not so long ago... I can't do that, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints, I have been reading Sanderson's books for, 4? 5? years now, and I have read everything except for some of his small standalone novels, and his continuation of the Wheel of Time. I am 7,454 years old, old enough to remember when humans first arrived on Roshar, though I was somewhere gallivanting with Hoid at the time. I am straight, and love engineering, I love making magic systems, (in an off topic thread, ask me about Artifocal (Warning: It is annoyingly similar to Warbreaker's breaths)) I am writing a book, and I am stoked for Wind and Truth.

Thank you for telling me about the acronyms @Dragonheir! (Brand new to this site) SadWa don't think thats how attractor fabrials work. If i am not mistaken, it pulls the substance to the item. But in answer to your questions about spren, here is my theory on each Emotion spren attractor would influence people feeling that emotion to go towards the gemstone. Wave Spren repelers would flaten a surface of water completely. For ships in a storm, they no longer have to worry about waves, because the wave spren is repelling all waves River spren are tricky. Best i have an Idea for, they would be best used as the fabrial detector found in one of the Rysen Interludes, Blinking when close to a river. (I hope that wasn't a spoiler, I don't want to ruin anyone's expiriance Rain spren would act like wave spren i would think, either pulling in rain, or repeling rain, kinda like a fabrial umbrella (NEW IDEA!!! Fabrial Umbrella) Decay would speed up or slow down decomposition, death increase or decrease a life span, Life the opposite of death Music is an interesting Idea, perhaps it would atract musitions towards it, like how earlier i stated an emotion spren would atract those feeling the emotion. (IDk, speculation, right?) Creation spren could atract artists, or work as low quality soul casters. laughter spren, like when you got a whole army to give up, could make someone uncontrollably laugh, or never laugh, Captivity spren could make someone feel like they are trapped, or to make a prison more 'humane' make them feel free on the flip side. Pursuasion spren could make people more or less likely to accept new ideas, making them more... gullible so to speak. I think one of the most important parts of fabrials to remember is that "Spren are based on perseption" Wavespren are linked to the waves, whatever may be qualifyed as a wave by human perseption. You've just got to take the mostlikely thing to happen, what is the common perseption of waves? what if you pushed it away? I love this talk, because its mostly what ifs. Now, to another invention! The Fabrial Umbrella! Stick this gemstone in a backpack, or anywhere on your person. With a captive Rainspren, and a steel cage, The Fabrial Umbrella will repel all rain within a (unknown as of now) radius! The Fabrial Umbrella, a better umbrella, without the umbrella.

I am making this topic, because I want to share a fabrial invention idea I have, and if any others have an invention, please share it! My brain has been listening to everything about fabrials, and I understand them enough for this invention INTRODUCING: The Climbers (Best name i got) A pair of gloves and boots, With these babies you can climb MID-AIR. The gloves each have a conjoined ruby on the back, connected to the ground somewhere. These gloves when activated, will freeze in the air. The boots follow a similar pattern, and when activated also freeze in the air. When you put a foot in the air, and freeze the boot, you can then stand on one foot, and link the other boot mid air. or, if your more cautious, you can use the gloves as extra support. These boots and gloves will allow you to literally climb on air, or climb up any wall. How it works: Aluminium blocks the rubies from conjoining until moved out of the way, allowing the gloves and boots to move freely until activated. Please share your invention ideas!