Shadowed

The items are at, free a chilli pepperoli depends on Hoid’s trash taunt in The bank.

Hi! Please give this member the appreciation they deserve, as they were the one who originally converted me to Stormlight

“You sculpted the shape with your hands? That must be your personal focus method. I’ve read about them. You have a personal history with sculpture or pottery then, or a strong interest? How fascinating…” Shadow trailed off and started scribbling in yet another notebook she had produced from her pockets. “I am attempting to create the first modern comprehensive guide to the Orders and their abilities. This is something of a… research trip for me, although of course it is foremost an assassination mission. I am hoping to find some Willshapers among the elves - I am determined to get to the bottom of what their order is really like.” She didn’t take a breath during her entire speech, which was far more than one usually heard from her.

Yeah it’s not the same as drawing, but if you can’t for the life of you work out how to draw glasses (like me) then it’s really useful to get a pretty and accurate image of what your character looks like. Even if it is a bit of a cheat

Can’t really take credit, but I made some AI generated art that I thought I’d post here since I haven’t done anything in a while:

“Pencil Taxi, I am willing to offer some tutelage on Lightweaving, but I fear I may be of little use - after all, the Surges are different for each Order. I myself am of the Third Ideal and have experience with using illusions in subterfuge, so I will do my best.” Shadow lets a lock of purple and brown hair fall over her eyes. “Or… perhaps I could assist with extraction, and ensuring we escape the facility unharmed?”

Shadow steps out from the sofa she was hiding behind. “I am a Truthwatcher. I believe my illusory abilities could provide some assistance with clandestine infiltration, if you would have me.”

So, I really like to write. And I often write a lot of stuff that never amounts to anything. I have a whole bunch of it just sitting on my phone, waiting to be read for the first time by someone other than me. And, idk if anyone actually wants to read these because they’re kind of bad, and my writing’s always a bit hit-and-miss, but here you go anyway. Always and Forever I wrote this after I had just come out to one of my friends and they accepted me. It was the best feeling and I wanted to write it down, so this happened. Tell me what you think Here’s a… slightly darker one that I wrote when I wasn’t feeling the best. I expect it is a semicoherent jumble of sentences, but, um, see what you think? (CW blood) Gone

Ruins of Tal'rin Matra stepped out of the Wyrmhole and immediately took a step back. What… what happened? Was it… Kaos? She spotted Bookwyrm and Insa and ran over to them - then halted. Bookwyrm was fighting something. She interpreted its inhuman grunts as battle cries, using her ability. And then she realised what language it was speaking. Oh no. This is bad.

Impressive! I really like it! Could I ask what program you used for the sheet music?

I tried doing some landscapey stuff, and this is the best one I came up with. I want to redraw it on a proper sketchpad and watercolour it but there are a few problems with that, namely that a) I can never redraw anything as good as the original, and b ) I’m horrible at painting. But we’ll see Edit: Also, if anyone was interested, I wrote a really short scene thing to go with it. It’s not great, but I was bored

This is beautiful.

Matra felt a deep shock run through her. She could no longer feel her parent’s presence. “The pocket dimension’s sealed,” she realised. “We can never reach them, not without power far vaster than Kaos’s.” She adopted her usual cheery expression. “Ah, well. There must be another way, right?”

Matra shifted in her seat and looked to the side. “I, um, might know of a Bondsmith we might be able to get to. They’re living in a pocket dimension which is roughly parallel to ours, so if Calano or Telrao for example were to reach out with their mind to just here-“ she motioned to a square of air in front of her face “- they might be able to sense a windswept tower and one very lonely soul…” Her eyes grew glassy and something like tears glistened in them. “My parent. They’re a Bondsmith. They may be able to manipulate the Connection to Kaos so that it draws power from Kaos into Telrao and Emma. I hope…” She shook her head and glanced away. “Never mind. It wouldn’t work anyway. It was just an idea, you don’t have to do anything…” She trailed off and looked up at the faces round the room.

“Never been more ready!” Matra struck a heroic pose, then realising that it might be a bit overkill, she settled for a “yes.”

Three hours later, Matra arrived back in the room, armed with a bulging satchel stuffed with books, an empty notebook, and, oddly, a map that seemed to be completely blank. It was labelled “Oceans Unexplored”, and she clutched it tightly in both hands. She shrugged. “My parents gave it to me,” she said. “Figured it might come in useful, in this whole world-saving business, you know?” She giggled, looking around. “What did everyone bring?”

Matra raised her hand. “Do we have any clues or information on where the other Archives might be?” She paused, the erudite curiosity in her eyes giving way to a childish light. “Ooh… is there a riddle? Like in the stories? Or a cryptic map?” She pulled out a notebook and starts scribbling furiously and completely illegibly. “I’m very good at codes and riddles, you see. One might even say it’s like magic.” She abruptly glanced down, realising she might have given away too much about her abilities.

I belong here. I’m in what I think is the equivalent of the first year of high school in America (idk how the American school system works lol so sorry if I get it wrong) and it’s a freaking nightmare. Why are people so savage, can’t they understand that some people like their personal space and don’t want to talk literally every second of every day??? Happy to give advice for other people as well

I have 15-ish tabs open on my phone. - 4 are 17th Shard threads/subforums - 2 are Coppermind - 1 is Arcanum (I guess that kinda counts as Coppermind but whatever) - 2 are Brandon’s website - the others are just boring stuff like emails and schoolwork and stuff. Does that qualify me as a fully-fledged Sanderfan?

Matra, who had spent [however long since I last posted] holed up in her bedroom pining after her books, sensed something inherently wrong, and a call to action to fight it. She noticed Bookwyrm’s sign in the hall and slipped a note through his door. Can I be a part of it?

thank you!!