Swimmingly

That's not fair... Just look at me! I don't, the case is not indicative of the whole, so there's a fair chance that the others do. Logic! Logic is your friend! Excuse me I need to go cry now. Seriously, though, we get people from all walks of life.There's just a small bias.

Is it cosmere or not? Cause it has been a few years since I read WoT.

The rules boil down to - don't rude, or discrimatory. Use proper grammar. Have fun. There are details, but that's the essence.

I'd like to join, depending on the specifics. How long would you be expecting posts to be? Any specific system? How often would we be posting?

Hail, Hailey/Shorty/Shortycake/Cake (whichever you would prefer)! Welcome to the 17th Shard (the numeral is important) It's also the first forum I've joined, and I've really enjoyed it. So how much do you know about the Cosmere? There is really a lot of stuff going on behind the scenes there. Pertaining to your question: I am thinking Shallan, in Shadesmar. Again, a warm welcome! I hope that you truly enjoy yourself!

I hope you en-joy your stay.

Kelsier?

Hello.

Hoid?

Alright so it's something pertaining to the honorblades: Jezrien (the old drooling drunk)? The Heralds in present day?

I think that Soulcasters don't actually contain trapped spren. All other fabrials access the surges in a roundabout way, but Soulcasters tap directly into the power of creation. I'm inclined to think that the pattern of metal itself is what filters the Stormlight, apart from any spren.

Then Hoid punches you in the face.

Get a Soother friend to come. Not for the kids. For you.

Use a soulstamp to turn yourself into a nurturing, caring, person. And bring lot's of ink. You'll need it

Now you're making me curious

Come on, man. It can't be that bad. I very much doubt anyone else thinks it's as bad as you seem to.

My favourite idea for cadmium and bendalloy is having them stand next to eachother and burn. The cadmium bubble could be much larger, and the bendalloy would normalize the timeshift within itself. The end result would be a ring-effect slowing, letting the Allomancers trap anyone trying to approach with Cadmium, or freeze a bomb in time withoiut freezing themselves

The metal those are based on, obviously. If Shardplate and Blade is metal-ly enough to be considered Pushable with enough Investiture, I'll assume that you clumsy pastiches are close enough to the source material to work roughly the same, thus the steelpush.

Using Bendalloy to store pepsi.

Seriously, my friend, don't up and quit on us, please. We don't hold grudges here, and we especially don't carry our petty arguments with us, even from thread to thread. We're a community here, and I'd like to think that it's a comfortable enough place to stay despite or even because of the way we treat any perceived wrongs.

Joe. That was a Steelpush, in case you couldn't tell, that happened to chill the metal as it pushed. Just saying. According to you're narrative there, you simply burnt off the ice, which is handy as you enter the steel roof and exit it through a hole of your own making. Actually, it's kind of useless. Also, thanks

Stormseat

Why? I'm very confused.

Alright, Joe, you want to play this? Swimmingly lashed out with an iceblade, score a spray of metal flakes from the steel floor of the Newcago court - they flashed blue in the air as he caught them in each hand, holding the handful of dust up to the light. He stored a burst of speed in them, slowing for a moment, then sprinkled them into his mouth and burned them. ColdSteel. While other metals gave a sensation of warmth in the chest as they were burned, this reached tendrils of ice into his throat as he compounded the frozen speed, filling it back into the floor of the court itself, smashing dust into the air to be inhaled and compounded, faster and faster. Swimmingly stopped a few minutes later from his perspective - barely a microsecond to anyone else. The compounded speed pulsed through the floor of the steely court, sustaining him in that single moment of infinite time. Speed compounded from coldsteel wasn't like anything else - it crystallized the moments, like a Plank-scale clock that ticked at a steady purr in his head. Every frame of the universe was distinct, coated in an icy rime that expanded from the concentrated Investiture. He dived forwards in a smooth roll, keeping a hand anchored to the glistening floor, slipping through moments like a puppet through it's show. Down, slipping under Joe - and he reached for the other resevoir. Allomantic coldsteel. A ripple of ice swirled out as several billion joules of Investiture were rerouted in a single blast of absolute zero, twinned to the metal as it sought to launch the unfortunate through the steel roof, his armour chilling and cracking around him.

I did say, long live the fish. Pass some of that armour, would you, Highness? I think things are about to get...messy.