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Grim decided to mostly ignore the crowd, for now. It was not causing too much trouble. It was simply a lot of heated discussion. Grim was left to mull things over in his own head. Paxen dead, clearly killed by an Awakened scarf. Everyone seems to think it was the Hallandren who did it. But this is supposed to be a peace meeting. Why would they not want peace? Every Hallandren I've talked to has been as eager as any Idrian for peace. So what's the catch here? Grim looked up as Vard, a local smith, who was also among his fellow Idrians walked in. Grim liked Vard; he was a reasonable man. Something which D'Relin was sorely lacking. Girm thought that all the ostentation of the Hallandrens was excessive. Not in the same way most Idrians did, however. Grim had never been a devout follower of Austre. It was simply that the colors bothered him. Since it was an Awakener, it must be a Hallandren. The question remains, however, whether this Awakener is actually affiliated with the Hallandren government. Grim had never paid much attention to Hallandren politics, despite living on the Hallandren side of the border. He should probably mend that. Being willing, as he was, to take control of the Idrian side of the negotiations, he would have to know his enemy. Grim had a lot on his mind, a lot of puzzles to solve. Paxen's death worried him. Had he been killed by the same people as we trying to kill Girm? If Grim was to get anywhere with all this, he would have to step out of his little box. It was time to stop observing and act.

I believe the confirmed ones right now are, in no particular order, Renarin, Jasnah, Lift, and the man who calls himself Taln. I don't think we have a confirmation on the fifth one. So it could be Stick! Likely it will have the final book in the series.

I agree with Leuthie; the "Odium reigns" bit has always screamed to me that Odium is the Broken One. Of course, there is always the possibility that the epigraph is not necessarily referring to the present day... Though that's pretty unlikely.

dyring, would you mind putting ooc discussion in blue? It makes it easier to tell what is which, particularly when trying to read just the in character stuff without having to sort through out of character stuff. Thanks.

[i decided to compile this once again, as it was quite beautiful for while but really hard to read. This needs to continue. And don't ask me how long it took. There were about 7-8 pages since it had last been compiled. I have no life. ] One time, when a Mistborn was going to a Dragonwasp Legion meeting, he saw a grey Shardbearer in a dark alley, brutally slitting open a gigantic watermelon with a rusty Sliver of Honor. So, of course, the Mistborn burned the watermelon, lighting the Shardbearer's cape on fire, blue flames concealing it from his view.
The Shardbearer turns into a duck, ripping open the cosmere, and seeing a locked door emitting dark shine and Stormlight. The Shardbearer ran to get his Blade, tripping over duck beaks that littered the ground, breaking his neck.
The Mistborn howled at a monkey's attacks on his Mistcloak. Thrashing and struggling, he broke free, hitting the door with a llama and a koloss head, breaking it into splintery bits. The door floated down the river and ended in a black shardpool.
Meanwhile, the Shardbearer thrashed on the floor and died.
A shadowy figure hopped out of the Cognitive Realm and into the river. The Shadowy figure glowed with dark light and quietly said, "Where is Hoid?"
The Mistborn answered, "Where isn't he?"
At the same time, the Cognitive Realm was torn asunder by a massive Voidbringer. It killed many sprens that tried to intervene.
His metals spent, and his Stormlight stolen by a small green larkin, the shadowy figure, named "DARKNESS" the Evil Librarian, began building an altar out of cheese! This brilliant choice made many Epics weep with tears From the smell of their weakness.
Ookla the Mok rebuilt the door with the most evil thing possible in the Cosmere. The opposing force was a rhino cross-bred with Hoid an 16 different aspects of Odium as well as 14 of Ruin.
Unfortunately, a Shade flew in right in the middle of the giant altar, crushing the brilliant and wet kandra cheese container which exploded, spraying lemonade all over his tattered remains - hitting the large hippopotamus that was really just begging to become a Knight Radiant that bonds with Deathspren - and kills a poor, innocent chull. He [the Shade] launched it into the sky, where it grew three heads without even considering that the Heralds were notoriously unimpressed with him. Jezrien yelled, "How dare you throw a chull, you skunk eater!" At that moment, Kaladin threw his chull-sized suit, and despite the fact that Amaram already had his head shaved, Kal recognized him. He signaled to Lopen to eviscerate Amaram. Unfortunately, that was the Horneater's plan, before he became a Knight Radiant.
"I'm so confused," Amaram said, scratching the behind of his Chull. "I wanted him to narftle the Garthok!" he said, collapsing on the roof of Kredik Shaw. A nearby inquisitor - spiked with bananas - made drinks for the dinner party, who were confused about why Kelsier was late for everything. They jumped into bizarro Shadesmare. Unfortunately, bizarro Jasnah was merrily playing with a bead.
The bead was the cognitive aspect of Shai's stamp, made to reopen the dor to the Dor. Suddenly, the Dor burst through the stamp. Then the Dor opened a door. It was the invincible door that the Dor dared to defy by skipping and singing about the Dor by the Doors. So many doors flew in out of the doors that the Dor and all the doors passed by the holy tiger eating a door that had belonged to the owner of Hoid's flute. The tiger arose, spit the door with it's tail that it had stolen from an obnoxious spren named kanskjakalan that the ring had decided was too green. Because of this, he tried to form a bond with an orange tooth in the holy part of the tigers' tail, thus balancing out the tiger's tale. The circle was broken by Honor and Odium when Cultivation and Endowment went through their letter to Devotion for an appointment with the holder of Dominion and Ruin and Preservation so they could eat berries together.
Hoid heard about the shard's party and brought along his latest girlfriend. A worldhopper named Pizza. The romance was quite cheesy but also spicy, especially since Pizza cast chilly flakes in a beer, which was laced with the unknown Shard of Bavadin that poisons anyone who tries to drink less than Pizza. Dinner was free if you cast chilli Pizza into oblivion, without belching. Drinking from the unknown Shardpool which looked quite infested with rabbits which were Mistborn, with sharp pointy hat, elderly chap sticks filled with the ultimate marmalade, and flossy was caught off guard.
Suddenly a chasmfiend appeared; but, unlike normal greatshells, this one spoke Alethi which was perfectly cerulean in colour. "Hello good sir!" It said friendily. "I am the spirit guide who eats shin brains!" All the while its monocle was magnificently magnifying his honorspren. It was magnificently magnified and named Lys. The magnifiantly magnifisent honorspren magnificently sighed; "Derek won't be joining our tea party." Pizza was disappointed; tea parties were better than Radiants at killing chasmfiends and like all of Hoid’s girlfriends they were old and rotting undead dressed to kill in stolen mistcloaks awakend to dance the cosmere polka. Still, Pizza wanted.
Watch Hoid summon a dark spirit or maybe a chocolate ice cream. "How about a Large, purple, crem-filled ice-cream made of Dark spirits?" Amaram was so shocked That he summoned his polar bear To claw the faces off all Shin people who by the terrible arts of darkweaving darkwove Darness' tighty-darkies From darkest dark. However Elend objected AMRAAM started lightweaving, forming a huge Shard to autocorrect, named Cellphone. Ironically Later, Araman pondered why he needed tighty-darky wearing polar-bears at all, when Whitey-tighty wearing grizzly Patrick Rothfuss came playing the mandolin strung with gristly grizzly bear gizzards. Rothfussian cultists glared because they believed in bubbling stew and the ascending evolution of skinchangers. It was über-surprising, especially since Rothfuss ignited his beard using a mixture of ink and used chewing gum. His beard was on a shark circling the politican that you hate, smouldering cockroaches dripping from his mouth.
Engaged in conversation with humans from Roshar and Sol, Rothfussians fenestrated arboreums in conjunction with botanists defenestrating Kingkiller on Ambrose' bed. This was inconvenient because Rothfuss was watching along with busy sculpting tombstones secretly made of The bones of Handwavium. A giraffe built from Shardplate, was the pawn of a diaboloical door handle. It wanted, however, to open the forbidden door to the Door of Undying Doors to Everlasting Doordom. Inscribed there Were the Dors, bleeding rainbow Breath. "Awesome!" Lift said. She masticated helpless Puppyspren in her Wire-bound jowls, grinning wolvishly. She jumped from Kredik Shaw, slipping awesomely across awesomefounts of awesomesomeness, Even though Wyndle twisted his facefoliage in exasperation.
"You're doing it wrong!"
"No, I'm Awesome We cool bro?"
Wyndle's eyes burned with indignation. Lift poked his crystals with a spanreed whose other half was being observed by Borscht-son-Odium, the nephew of Odium. Shards families are complicated. Very complicated. Imagine a door painted rainbow, barely Covered in smaller doors, which are Coated with atium and pink tinfoil. That's Shardic family. It's very confusing. Anyway, Borscht-son-Odium grabbed a potted plant and shook out all of the little green men who were Invested by Chaos' Shard.
"Father!" they cried, “Do mom's laundry!”
"But it glows with red stormlight!” It dripped vile putrescent drops of Ruin's saliva, Ruining Preservations perfect pompadour polluting pure puddles of Devotion and a previously undiscovered Kind of spren. It was raining blood, from a heavenly kidney, adorned with many pizzas topped with crimson blood, from a bloodied crimson kidney. This was disconcerting, as the disco beneath many moons was played backwards by a scadrian terriswoman with a metalmind made from gold plated atium Grooving to music that only people 'armless, like Lopen could see. This field of lupin was burned with Elvis the Herald who was a Splinter of Rock'nRoll and friends with Saquatch "Big" Foot, His feet weren't in the Dor because they were already invested with The Shard "Door". Light my Fire in the pants of the Highprinces. They were very strange. People are strange, in general. The hippy dragon who wore his red velvet fez made out of hollographic ice crystals.
“Help me, Obi-wan! I never learned the whatting of Trees to eating. Tongue-splinters aren't fun, though, young Padawan, shard splinters are". New Lightsaber crystals grown in wardrobes. However the force took a liking to Kaladin's big fuzzy hairdo, which was wildly floating, because 'twas Lashed to Szeth's beard braided in pigtails. Gemstones were woven into barnacle skeletons of the shardwhales that eat Horneaters' beards. The old man cometh! Beware! For he will smell like old socks of Hoid's. Pizza started brewing some Chull dung and chilli beer. It was delicious if you like Shallarin.
Meanwhile, over in Elendel, the singing shard sang the Dawnsong with Hoid and Lift, they added the kandra eyes and spren tongues. Kaladin had never been in a gargantuan night club before he met Rock and Roll, the dynamic duo from the upside-down mushrooms bar Alice managed. The two strange gentlemen there offered to teach the fellow furry, fumbling furtively with a Flamboyant feather. Fashionably, the platypus chorus wearing red feather fezi fraught with fraudulent flailing falshions, Began the dawnchant Lo! What manner is this wall with no door? For the door was eaten by a Dorbringer from the miniature gunkdom on Sel. The Union of forgers complained bitterly of being overlooked. So they forged Dalinara spike. Thus, Lift stared at cakes baked by a stormlight infused larkin named Jeremy. Jeremy's mother's roommate's cousin's uncle's daughter monkey encrusted book was dancing merrily in the mists.
Mab the Cook ate the book and said "Ew!". Then she vomited up the Words Of Radiance. Jealous, Kalinar Dholin swung his refunctioned shardhammer, but missed the jello statues og with his hammer. They jiggled tauntingly and giggled hauntingly , gelatin oozing provocatively from their nostrils to their chins. "What lousy aim!" Kelsier pouted vivaciously while Vins keteks made no sense to ketek loving Ryshadiums. They snorted their ryshadium loving owners out of a voltswagon beetle.The ominous portents made little more flatulence than a Windspren prancing Sadeas shining in the middle of Elantris while around it hedgehogs sang gospel, off key and with terribly off-key basoons played bybaboon Inquisitors wearing Balloons covered with brilliant blue baubles. When the old timer whittled wood while whistling 'Wind witch's wear white", the Obama cover. Jazz hands fluttered upsidedown in the Aether of Elvis when the long faced horses tapped their sodiumminds and began to change into pinstripe suits. These gangsterforms were the only Kandra that were allowed to be in Ruin's Mind Palace. Ati cackled at the idiocy of the Gangster kandra and winced at embarrassing baby photo's. Odium was furious that his eggs and green ham Were less green then grass green And more green than Awakened paint if only barely. The Pianoman laughed Like a windrunner jangling bloody ivories in the faceted gemstone piano. That particular piano was being played backwards by candlelight with flames reflecting off it's garnet strings. Seemingly impossible, yet objectively extant, It was only a thready possibility of fates tapestry. Gates, portals, and tents littered the camp site. Broken Shards of Adonalsium forced Kaladin into dancing a jig to the music twinkled brightly amidst sentient snowmen who Twisted their carrots and waved their gnarled oaken arms. There was little purchase on the bloody piano flutes, mostly because Lift munching on soul-biscuits moon-walked her way into Jelloville Mansion. She fist bumped Rothfuss's manly beard with awesomely manly toenails. The beard contained powerful magics of Sympathy distilled into its essence and flatulated exuberantly by the order of the Edamnation. "Who left the Soulstamps alone with the disoriented Larkins? I mean really!" Makal sniffed at the baking scones that Roshone had laced with sharddust. Then he flipped the pancakes that tasted of winter wind and summer onto heated plates seething with mordite . Spirit eagerly grabbed the unholy recipe for Shardsocks and Shardmittens. Bloodred orchidsTrilled melancholically beneath An orange coat of downy feathers. The larkin lurked holding the of Survival, which didn't survive intact. The dead survival-splinters allied with the bass playing who would soon reign musical thunder for they were Dalinars House band. However Sadeas´ band played punk Rock and Handel in a mystical trio., Ska and Rocksteady formed a magicsystem on the upbeat of their music ended suddenly forever....or did it? The silence caught the doctor's tardis in a web stickier than a...fully lashed wall. "This isn't right..." Lift, it's left to us to save the Lifeless squirrel armies from Lemmingesque behaviour but how can we without Pizza metabolize the needed stormlight? Meanwhile behind the bike sheds its spren, which, being a passsiveaggressivespren, was totally jerkish towards the kindness-spren. The Radiants were dancing and singing in hula skirts, confounding Odium with wove, true wove [my addition:] while the bike

They are essentially the same thing; each is a manifestation of of a rather pure form of Investiture. They are each used to directly fuel a magic system, both can be held inside of a person, and both enhance the person holding them in specific ways. As I said, all Investiture is essentially the same because it all derives from the singular power of Adonalsium. If you closely analyze the magic systems of the cosmere, you see how they are basically different manifestations of a few different things. For example, Lightweaving appears on Yolen, Roshar, and Sel in differing forms. The Lashings and iron/steel Allomancy are both manipulations of gravity/force and work under similar physics. So I guess the most accurate answer to your questions is that Breath and Stormlight are distant relations that can be used in the same way. I don't believe we have a direct WoB on all of this, but based on what we have been given it is as accurate a speculation as we can make.

But we will appreciate each chapter so much more! Plus, full rereads may not be needed because every little thing will be picked up, as we will all read each chapter 10 times before the next one comes out! Not that it won't be excruciating.

Grim arrived at the Green Potato bright and early. Apparently, he had not been early enough. There was a massive crowd inside the inn. What is all this? The negotiations were to start today, but not until later. Besides, no one had heard of the Hallandren head negotiator arriving yet. Paxen had arrived last night. Grim and he were to have a meeting to discuss his assignment later in the day. Paxen had said he would take a room at the Green Potato in order to make their correspondence easy. Did the commotion have something to do with the arrival? Grim pushed through the door and was immediately thrown against the wall by a tall man he did not recognize. Dyrri the hat maker was yelling above the crowd in his strange, negating speech. "Everybody silent!" Grim screamed, silencing everyone, turning their eyes to him. Master Clement looked relieved. He must have tried and failed to do the same. Grim addressed him. "What is going on here?" Before Clement could say anything, Dyrri pointed to the stairwell. "Paxen is dead." That hit Grim like a crossbow bolt to the chest. He and Paxen had not been friends, exactly, but they had known each other for a long time. Before Grim had abandoned his old life. However, now was not the time to grieve. "Well, what's all the commotion about then? It's not like we can do anything about it." "The Hallandrens killed him! It was an Awakened scarf" The commotion broke out again, people yelling out over one another, some getting rowdy. Grim drew his knife. "Let's keep this civil, everybody. I will use this." Everyone fell silent. "Clement, do you want them out?" Grim asked. His master shook his head. "They can stay, as long as you keep an eye." Clement gave a wink that Grim knew meant he merely hoped to get some good money out of all of this. Grim grunted. What was to happen now? Who would lead the Idrian side of the negotiations, with Paxen gone? Grim made a quick decision. If he needed to take control, he would. He would certainly do better than most of the other fools here to talk. He would never know what his true assignment was to be. He would do the best he could.

I started out liking Siri the most, but as the book went on I came to feel for Lightsong and Vivenna more than her really. I feel like their characters have a more emotional drive. Lightsong is sarcastic and flippant on the outside, but inside he is very conflicted. He strives to comprehend his place in the world. I thought his ending was very emotional, and he had the most complete character arc of all (and not just because his character is literally over). Vivenna also has a lot of emotion, and similarly has to find her place. The book is very much about her coming into her own strength, her own person. She had been given a purpose all her life, so never had to search for one. Now that is taken from her and she has to learn how to cope for herself. Siri is sort of the same; she has to discover for herself as well. I don't know. She just didn't resonate with me in the same way as Lightsong and Vivenna did. I agree that Vasher doesn't really resonate at all, but he is a cool character. He does become more sympathetic at the end, thoug

I was stunned by that video. I can't believe there is actually a king that gets killed! No one could have foreseen that! Why would he give away such a large plot twist?

It did take me several tries to finally get in to Gardens of the Moon, and it really took me until the third book to really like the series. I may re-read someday when I'm done, but the fact that the series is finished and I have been taking notes doesn't really make that necessary. And yes, Tehol and Bugg are amazing. In general I enjoy Erikson's dialogue and humor greatly; I may even have to blaspheme and say he is better than Brandon at them!

Super excited! Can't wait to start! This I going to be great! Let's just hope I can get a good grip on the rules. They're much clearer after the edits, though.

He could definitely use nicrosil to store Investiture. Also, Feruchemy is considered to be of both Preservation and Ruin. I don't think Hoid could burn lerasium in Shadesmar, unless he can enter it in the flesh. Which is guess is actually rather likely, as he Worldhops.

I think they likely could; what seems to be important with the operation of an Investiture is not exactly what form the Investiture takes but how it is used. I would bet that the same could be done with the Dor, if a Nalthian or a Rosharan came to Sel and was able to obtain access to it. Since all Shardic power derives from the singular power of Adonalsum anyways, it is all essentially the same thing. Pure Investiture is pure Investiture no matter what Shard it comes from.

Well that's pretty cool actually! Not to be morbid, but I have on occasion wondered how Brandon will be able to write all these books before he has to stop. If all he has to do is write a script for a few graphic novels, it should take him significantly less time than writing yet another set of 200-300k word novels. There is the art component, but I have no problem with him handing that over to other people so he can focus on other things. May I assume that it will likely be graphic novels instead of regular ones?

Actually, Shadows of Self is supposed to be quite a bit longer than that; according to Peter in this post. To the topic, I also feel that the ending of Warbreaker was a little rushed. I think that that is mostly because all the main plot threads had been concluded, despite that there was clearly more to tell. I too am excited to read Nightblood when it comes out. Brandon has said that he intends to post it chapter by chapter when he writes it as he did with Warbreaker, which is pretty cool, as I didn't get to read Warbreaker like that. It will be really fun to discuss it chapter by chapter here!

I read Night of Knives before I started The Bonehunters, and did not really like it. It did provide some good back-information, but it didn't blow me away. I intend to read all of Esslemont's despite that; I've heard that he gets significantly better after his first, and I didn't dislike NoK so much that I am averse to reading anything of his. I am too addicted to Malazan now not to read anything set in the world!

When did White Sand become a graphic novel? Did I miss something?

Don't you see? Hoid was actually referring to his favorite movie, "Pitch Perfect"! But yeah, this means he is at at least the Second Heightening. Did you catch the bit where he uses Allomancy?

Welcome to the forums! I'm going to put spoiler tags on this only because this is in the main section of the Stormlight forum, not the WoR subforum, but this is fine for you to read.

Very cool idea! Take an upvote!

You're right. Although, in terms of Investitures we've seen, Awakening is somewhat of an enigma, as it is more of a part of life on Nalthis itself, and not really an acquired system. It is not really a true "system", like the Metallic Arts, AonDor, etc. Additionally, its power comes from only the Breaths within the person who uses it, not am external source. One could argue the same for Feruchemy, but I feel the powers or Preservation and Ruin are still fueling it, albeit not in so direct a way as in Allomamcy, etc.

If the Pool is on Braize, which we now know is Damnation, I wonder if it has anything to do with it. Does Odium use his Pool to torture people? I don't actually believe that myself, but it would be cool. Also, that's an interesting idea about the Purelake. I wonder then, where does the Pool recede to?

I know Brandon doesn't actually look at the forums, but he kind of needs to see this thread.

It will probably be years before anyone else reaches Adonalsium...