Swimmingly

Didn't Brandon say epilogue and and WoR Taln are indeed the same person?

Shallan's satchel springs to mind, though I don't know if it's my favourite. But it's waterproof, survived a pirate attack, being dragged off by a santhid, days of wandering, and a highstorm. It's basically Shallan's way of controlling her magic.

They would probably just step into the bubble by accident in curiosity... At which point you would have to yell at them to get the Ruin out or their families will be dead the next time they see them.

I think the OP is right; especially given that one of the consequences of Breath-holding is immortality, and Breath as a system is pretty close in terms of fundamentals to Stormlight. I get the impression that only a minimum of jury-rigging is required to make the two systems function together. Of course, powering surges with Breath is probably really wasteful, unless you can reclaim them, so there's that.

Eh, but it wouldn't really be swearing. Just humorous intent. It removes the age issues, and it's rather hard to feel vehemently angry at a post telling you to go storm the storm off, you storming stormer. We're all mature enough here to appreciate a bit of juvenile humour, I hope.

Make offensive comments as downvote-bait if your rep goes too high, then hide it once the appropriate amount of negative rep is accumulated?

She's normally chubby. But she can burn it all off in a go, if she needs to. Like, if she wants to reconstruct someone with no vital signs but living brain cells and horrific injuries.

I thought it was more a method of fighting built around a certain set of moves; while you can remain in stance for an entire fight, and often will for repetitive battles where the enemy has a lot of numbers you're killing with each strike, a duel with another Shardbearer has you switching and changing stances to throw off their strategy.

For some reason, I heard the lucky charms guy go "It's magically redacted!" at that. Then, "It's (magically redacted)!" Then, "It's (obscenity redacted)!"

Maybe because at that point Pattern is more in the physical than Shallan?

I wonder if a listener song could count as a book?

It is possible that Helaran was killed, then his killer was killed. Not incredibly convoluted, though less likely plot-wise.

Lents swung his legs over the side of the slab, and spoke to his saviour. One short exposition later, he learnt several things: First, that the residents of Blackwater knew where he was and what happened. Second, that he would be kept abreast of events there. Third, that he could communicate his words and votes back. Fourth, that he could not leave the region, or the Forgery would fail and he would become again an automaton. Lastly, that he was still subject to their laws. The Skybreakers were above no code, and he was not so valuable they would abondon themselves for that. If he was voted dead by the village, he would be slain on Sel. If someone who had the capacity would kill him there, he would be killed on Sel. Until the murderer was found, Lents was sitting beneath a spinning sword, even in that marsh among the stars.

Lents, the former Steampunk Vigilante Powerarmour Sociopath is now a Lifeless Soulforged Sociopath ressurected by a group with an unknown agenda. Spirit of Words of Radiance, everyone!

To be fair, Stephen could literally learn anything. His languages were just a really handy tool that he happened to keep around a lot.

Could someone be returned to life by making them a Lifeless without a Commanded need to obey, then Forging their identity and memories back into them?

The cold corpse of Lents was somewhere it shouldn't - couldn't - be. A heavy humidity filled the air, though the stone bunker was nearly buried in mud and greenery. Birdcalls echoed outside, and the stink of the Bloodsealer swamps washed over the room of scurrying attendants like a giant's yawn. Golden ichor-alcohol was pumped into dessicated limbs, fabric was sewn around wounds, rods of wood and bone were pushed into the place of crushed bones. A figure, swaddled in a red linen robe, entered the dim room, brightening it. Instantly, movement ceased as surgeons, taxidermists, and others in the business of making a Lifeless stood to attention. Colours bloomed now even in that stark and utilitarian place; the pallid hue of the corpse blazed suddenly ripe, nearly lifelike. "Sir, it is prepared," the head surgeon, a tall, dark haired man said. A nod from the one in red. He stepped to the slab and spoke a few words. Immediately, the colours of the corpse flushed into a uniform grey. The aura of brilliant colour washing through the room diminished by an imperceptible fraction. And the corpse moved, each limb jerking slightly. The attendants, foreign to the country, if not the planet, stepped back a little. Bloodsealing was a dark subject, outside of the marshes, and you only heard faint rumours of it. Perhaps exaggerated - clearly, a bonesealer couldn't just pick up your skeleton and send it off hunting like a hound; it took so much work to prepare a corpse for the ritual. And the colour draining, that wasn't in any of the stories either. Still, the body was reanimated, no doubt about that, and they were paid enough to remain silent. "Leave," spoke the red-garbed man. And that was that. They did. There was something about the man, the way colours bent in his presence and the way he walked, that made it obvious. You did as he said. End of discussion. He deep pockets helped. He was reaching under the slab now, pulling out a small wooden case. The man opened it, exposing a sheet of engraved metal on a loop like a medallion and a single soul stamp - a large one. An inkstone and dish were withdrawn from the same space beneath the slab, and ink was produced in smooth, rhythmic rubs. The red-robed man finished with the ink, still in silence, and hung the medallion around Lent's neck. He dipped the stamp in ink, pushed it into Lent's navel, and gave it a twist. The seal rose, red and ridged. The corpse's eyes snapped open, filled with gold ichor. He was blind. He tried gasping for breath, but he did that by choice; he felt no need for breath. The seal had changed something. He was Lifeless and living, broken beyond repair and mended to a something less and more than human. As a tinker, Lents appreciated that. Sometimes, fixing things meant turning a mass of broken components into something new and better. He took a deep breath, clearing eyes running over the sharp red of the seal on the colourless gray of his body. "Clan," he whispered.

haha, two weeks and my unreliable steampunk power armour's still sticking around

There's no way to jack a regen effect in there, is there?

If their passive ability (future sight) was their most distinctive ability, then I see no reason why their ability wouldn't be what the order's named after. After all, should Truthwatching come from a single Surge, then either Lightweavers or Edgedancers should be able to see the future as well. From what we've seen of Lift's application of Progression, that's possible, but Shallan's Illumination seems to be giving visions of the present and near past as a secondary to the illusions. A sprenbond power that can interpret future events vaguely, independent of Stormlight or Surge, during highstorms, would make the Truthwatcher thing obvious. Besides, whereas Lightweaver Illumination is illusory, Truthwatcher Illumination could be mostly divinatory (so, seeing distances, piercing illusions)I wonder if, while the Lightweavers use true lies to change the situation for their ideal image, the Truthwatchers must use careful "false truths" that bring themselves about, similar to Greek prophecies in tradition. Perhaps they can see inevitable destinations, so they seek to make the journey the best one leading to the best scenario.

A magic system based on novelty would be extremely interesting. Devices that shouldn't work, the laws governing them twisted by components themselves reverse engineered from machines that shouldn't work, ad infinitum.

Well, if they were soulcast first, you could. In small chunks.

Harmony. Because it's twice as powerful and it's basically distilled divine Zen. You might be driven to be more inactive and peaceful, sure, but that might be the best thing for a god-analogue to be. You could spend immortality collecting and distributing knowledge carefully to trigger growth of society and civilisation most beneficially. Actually, that sounds more like Cultivation. Still, Harmony for 2x power.

A matter of semantics: Roshar "bears the touch and design of Adonalsium". Presumably, THAT is much closer to godhood than Honor. About 16 times closer, in fact.His "lies" are more him asserting more power than he has. He can rush high storms, maybe direct them more specifically, speak to those within them, etc., but his domain is the storm, and his control over even that seems quite crude and predictable, if his patterns can be calculated with pen and paper by hobbiests and meteorologists alike.1

On Renarin and Glys: Progression (interpreted as movement into the future) could give him a sense of fate and the momentum of events, especially with Illumination aiding perception and focus.