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  1. Day 8: The Battle of Drell's Crossing Pt 2: The city of Drell's Crossing faced it's bleakest hour yet as the scores of shadowspawn that had gathered outside of it had swarmed in for one last rush, threatening to stampede and overrun the entire village, laying all structures to waste and littering the streets with bodies. Gambles watched on in horror as the palisades surrounding the town were stormed and within mere moments, trollocs had penetrated into the city and were running through the streets, hooting savagely and slashing wildly. He was still unsure the exact capabilities of the power he could vicariously wield through the collared woman, and he wasn't even entirely sure how it worked or what she was even doing, but he wasn't to waste time and start asking pointless questions. He didn't have time to properly train Sooki, he realized, and bellowed orders at her, waving the flask in his hand at her threateningly. She at first refused, but after a jolt or two she eventually let up, and with a cry she thrust her hands out, sending fireballs shooting towards the first wave of trollocs that had reached the square where all of the villagers had gathered, reducing them to cinders and shrieking masses of blazing fur, but Gambles could see the next band of trollocs already storming down the streets, ready to take the place of any fallen shadownspawn. After all of the different places Gambles had traveled to recently, and with everything he had seen, he was unsure what he prayed to anymore, exactly, and in a moment of panic and unsure of what else to do, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his Lucky Dice and kissed them real fast before blindly tossing them up into the air. After a second of suspense that seemed to stretch out for an eternity, he heard the unmistakable clacking sound of the dice striking each other and hitting the ground, and he looked around hopefully, looking for any sort of immediate results. The trollocs continued to rage on unperturbed, and Gambles looked on upon the dice, crestfallen, as he saw two ones staring back up at him from the dice. “The Great Lords Eyes,” he heard Sooki whisper breathlessly beside him, and just at that moment the clouds passed out from in front of the moon, bathing the village in brilliant light. A sudden, single howl rang out, rising above all of the din of the battle, and was followed by a chorus of countless other similar cries. Hundreds of wolves appeared out of nowhere, rising out of patches of high grass, rushing out of the woods in packs and troves, all snarling and racing toward the nearest shadowspawn, their fierce golden eyes shining in the darkness. Gambles took advantage of the distraction and on a gut feeling, snatched something from the pile of things some of the villagers had brought forward claiming to belong to a Fosaken, whatever that was. He thrust the item into Sooki's hands and whispered a command into her ear. She sat there shocken and mouth agape, starting at him for a few seconds before shaking her head and complying. With a flick of her wrist, there was a sudden explosion as the barricades around the village erupted with giant spouts of flame that continued to burn and formed a giant ten foot span tall wall of fire around Drell's Crossing. “That should buy us some time!” He shouted out to the villagers who had spread out and were defending the town square, engaging in the nearest trollocs and taking them down before they could get grouped up and overwhelm them. “But now we must fight with no abandon and hope we last until morning!” A few unenthusiastic cheers rang forth, but the worn down and tattered villagers were obviously tired and overwhelmed by such insurmountable odds. But then Leas Fel stepped forward. *** Leas Fel observed the small, ragtag band of survivors as they wordlessly watched their impending doom. Without emotions or thought, the old Aiel War veteran floated inside The Void, the tiny little flame inside of his mind where he would send all of his feelings or thoughts, any distracting emotions or conscious decisions. His fear, his apprehension, and most of all his anger, he directed all of it into feeding the Void, stoking the flame inside. He didn't know why or how it had come to this, and he partially blamed himself for letting a fool, of all people, to lead them during the time of crisis. He knew better than that! He would no longer stand aside and wait for somebody else to take charge. Witless truly was an appropriate moniker for the so-called Mayor, and with resignation, Leas Fel stepped forward, ready to finally assume the mantle he had always known he was best suited to fill. The fool could keep his sash, Leas Fel just knew the town needed a real leader. He watched as Douza came running into the square, covered with multiples stains of blood and wielding a massive hammer that was dripping even more, the young blacksmith appeared to be unhurt, but looked confused, unsure of who to go to for any following orders. Leas Fel had had enough. He stepped forward, “I don't know who this guy is, but it sounds like we bloody well listen to him!” He bellowed, jabbing a thumb at the man who called himself Gambles and was bending down and whispering directions into the ear of the frightened darkfriend he had collared. “But I do know this! He is a stranger, and I see him fighting to save this town more than any of us! We, who have lived through this horrible conflict! We, who have fought and bled for this town! Are we to stand by and idly watched as we get slowly overran? No!” He cried out, raising Mayor Twim's sword high above his head, the heron-marked blade feeling perfectly balanced in his hand, and ran forward, not even bothering to look behind him to see if he was being followed or not. He knew these villagers were good people and would do what was right. Still in the Void, Leas ran up to a group of three trollocs who halted in their tracks, surprised that they were were being charged at instead of fled from, and without thinking broke into Apple Blossoms in the Wind, three quick strikes that were normally meant to drive multiple opponents back, but the sudden onslaught left the shadowspawn defenseless and Leas was already moving past them as they crumbled to the ground with blood leaking from fresh wounds. He skidded to a halt around a corner, and following his instinct he raised up his blade defensively to block from an attack from his blind side and lashed out with Threading the Needle, hitting the shocked trolloc in the shoulder, causing them to drop their weapon and then with a powerful sideways swing, he decapitated the giant beast. He turned back around and saw Douza hot on his heels and fending off a giant beaked trolloc off with wide, ferocious swings of his hammer, and moved to go help him when he saw a flying knife take the monster right in the throat. He followed the path of the knife's trajectory and saw it come from Rishi, the bar maid, who flashed a grin at him as she came running past him, sliding two more knifes into each hand and raising them to find new targets. He turned back around and decided he should focus more on his surrounding as he dodged a swing of a giant spiked mace and struck back with The Courier Taps His Fan, his power-wrought blade easily sliding through the armor the trolloc was wearing. He went to pull his blade free from the dead beast, but it was shoved from behind from another one, and the trolloc lifeless trolloc toppled on top of him, it's massive size and weight overwhelming him and sending him sprawling to the ground, trapped beneath the giant corpse. Leas Fel struggled to get free and yelled for help when suddenly the trolloc was lifted from him in a fluid motion, only to fall back to the ground a second later on a couple of other shadowspawn who were rushing towards him a few feet away. A screech from the air above jolted him to his senses and he looked up to see Newan riding on the back of his fantastical winged beast he had called a raken, clinging to the saddle and deftly maneuvering it throughout the air above the village and occasionally swooping in to take shots at the trollocs with a bow and arrow as the raken would keep up it's routine of scooping up bodies and tactically dropping them. The veteran got back to his feet, spinning out of the way of the strike of an axe, grabbing ahold of the weapon and twisting back around the other way, wresting it from the trollocs grasp and bringing it around in a powerful swing, wedging the axe deep into the monster's skull. He frantically looked around and saw the hilt of Mayor Twim's sword sticking out from underneath from a corpse of a trolloc, and he dove and rolled over toward it, trying to pry it free. As he struggled with the weight of the beast, he heard another group of trollocs round the corner less than ten feet away from him, and almost abandoned the sword when he saw a flying spear go right above his head and slam into the chest of the closest trolloc. He looked around and saw Witless standing there, no longer looking a fool as he was dressed in strange mud and dirt colored garbs, wielding a small little shield with a handful of spears tied around his back and a large knife strapped to his waist. The town fool wordlessly bent down and with a nod, helped Leas to heave the body onto it's side as he pulled his sword free, and instantly rose to his feet, spinning on his heels and swinging the blade in an upward vertical slash, forcing yet another trolloc to jump backwards and out of his range, as four more trollocs rushed up beside him and contemplated both of the prey in front of them. Still deep inside of the Void, Leas thoughtlessly rushed forward and struck out with Heron Spreads It's Wings, a wide-spread cutting technique that sliced right through the beasts. Not even pausing to catch his breath or wipe the fetid blood off of his blade, Leas kept on rushing forward, refusing to back down to the vile forces of shadow that had threatened him and his hometown. With a loud roar, Leas Fel let out a savage battle cry and raised his sword in front of him, and continued on to battle. *** Many hours later, Leas found himself completely exhausted, with sweat pouring off of his body, along with small rivulets of blood from numerous shallow cuts and scratches he had received while battling. His vision had begun to grow blurry, and with each ragged breath he took, there was a sharp pain in his chest from where he had received a wicked blow to the ribs earlier from a warhammer. His armor had countless dents and nicks, and he wasn't entirely even sure how many trollocs he had even managed to cut down so far. He just knew he was so tired! Light, save us! He silently prayed as he leaned against a tattered wall, looking around for any immediate enemies. The One Power fueled wall of fire that had surrounded the village had began to dwindle as the horizon began to lighten, and Leas knew that it wouldn't last forever, and soon enough hundreds more shadowspawn would come flowing into the village to find a group of injured and disparaged group of survivors who would be too weak to even defend themselves. Not for the first time that night, he thought about just how hopeless their situation really was, and wondered just exactly what they could do to save themselves. Even the collared Dreadlord, seemingly underneath the control of the psycho who named himself after an ill-reputed hobby, wouldn't be of much help much longer, for Leas Fel had no illusions of the limitations of Channelers. Eventually, the gleewoman would either collapse from exhaustion – the same as any regular human – or they would burn themselves out. Either scenario did not bode well for the villagers. So distracted by his morbid thoughts, Leas realized he wasn't exactly sure where he was in the village anymore, and was by himself, he realized with horror. He started and looked about, trying to see some sort of landmark, when he noticed the building in front of him. It had a Dragon Fang scrawled on the door. Perplexed that somebody would take the time to paint something like that during the middle of a battle, Leas shook his head and slightly limped away from the house, trying to get some sort of bearing on his direction. He passed from in front of buildings into an open field onto his side, and with a sniff, he realized where he was with a groan. Flaming manure, he thought with a grimace, figuring he should have realized it would be Trimat's house with the Dragon Fang scrawled on it. Bloody darkfriend, he told himself with a curse, he was selling us his crap all along, and we just bought it right up. He went to turn away and head back in towards the town square, when he stopped short and noticed something odd. A small, thin tendril of silvery fog was seen in his peripheral vision, but when he turned to look at it, there was nothing there. What he saw instead was a fresh hole dug in the pile of manure that Trimat had always kept next to his house, which the villagers had always forced him to keep far away from the rest of the houses. He frowned for a moment, wondering why somebody would spend all of the time digging a hole when the realization dawned on him. Too late, he heard the squelching sound of a footstep from behind him in the pile of manure, and his vision turned to white as he was struck from behind in the head by something metallic, the clank of metal hitting his helmet setting it reverberating and dazing him as he was knocked off of his feet and went sprawling face first into what he now realized to be a grave, his mouth filling with manure as he opened his mouth to yell as he landed. He scrambled to regain his feet, still dizzy and head still ringing from the blow when he heard a grunt from above, and looked around in time to see another swing of the hammer as it clipped him in the face, knocking him back to the ground. He lay helpless and unable to regain motor control as he felt tiny thuds as shovel full after shovel full of manure and dirt was piled on top of him. He feebly struggled underneath the increasing weight as all light was slowly blocked out as he slowly choked and suffocated on the vile stench and the rapidly depleting supply of fresh air. He wished he could do more, and quietly prayed to the Light one last time, not for personal salvation, but for the hope of some miracle to deliver the village from the grasp of evil that seemed to have a firm hold over it. *** Morning brought with it the dead silence of dawn, as the fires surrounding the village slowly burned out, leaving the village completely defenseless as it's barricades were reduced to smoldering piles of ash. The shadowspawn had regathered back outside of town in a disorderly mess, with scores of corpses of trollocs and wolves littering the ground as crows swarmed in mass, feeding openly on the masses of rotting bodies. The villagers didn't know why they didn't immediately rush the town, but they knew as soon as it happened, they would be completely helpless to hold them back. So they gathered, and they waited. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leas Fel was killed! He was a Regular Villager! A Dragon's Fang was scrawled on Trimat's Door! Remaining players: Newan – Seanchan rider Witless – Town Fool, Mayor Douza – Blacksmith Rishi – Bar maid Trimat – Manure Salesman
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  2. ...well, this is my public announcement. On or before Aiugust 28th (ie: Capaldi!Doctor), I will be posting a fan fiction involving Doctor Whooves and the Sweetie Bots. May Celestia have mercy on us all.
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  3. Aftermath- A Time Honored Tradition The grappling hook flew straight and true, but Kiin wasn’t Captain for no reason. For as big of a man as he was, he deftly dodged out of the way, while slicing the rope attached to the hook; removing it from the battle. Kiin had been in enough fights by now that he knew that he needed to limit what they could bring against him, especially against multiple opponents. That was rule number 1. Rule number 2 was to try to keep any advantage he had and right now, his biggest advantage was surprise. So he leapt over his desk and charged Riingar. With Jatae standing in the middle, it would take Hreo some time to be able to move into an attackable position. Not much time, but hopefully enough. Riingar gulped audibly when he realized that he had brought a dagger to an axe fight. Luckily, Jatae quickly moved between them and he used the metal tray he was carrying as a shield, blocking Kiin’s swing as Riingar dived behind Jatae. Hreo, as predicted circled around, trying to get at an angle where he could take a stab at Kiin. Kiin used the bounce of his axe off the shield to keep up the momentum and spun 270° to try to catch Hreo in the side. Hreo caught the axe on his blade just in time, while Jatae rammed Kiin with his shield, throwing him off balance and away from the trio. The two groups paused briefly, as they recovered from the trade of blows. Kiin had to reevaluate his opponents. They worked well together; protecting each other and covering for each other’s weaknesses. Plus, with the element of surprise now gone, this was not going to be an easy fight. Still, Kiin wasn’t the type of person to back down. Even when his brother had taken his throne out from under him, he hadn’t just sulked off. No, Kiin wasn’t one for defending. So he squared his shoulders, preparing for his next attack… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Crew could hear the clash of weapons and the cries of battle coming from the Captain’s quarters. A few of the more intrepid crewmembers edged closer to the door to see if they could figure anything more out. It was a bad move on their part, as they suddenly heard a primal roar and the door shattered outward, followed closely by the bodies of Riingar, Hreo, and Jatae. Part of the Captain’s desk came next, along with the Captain himself, holding the piece of desk like a battering ram. Kiin threw the desk aside and pulled back out his axe when what he saw around him made him pause. As Riingar, Hreo, and Jatae, all of them covered in cuts and bruises slowly and awkwardly stood back up, Kiin now found himself facing off against the rest of the Crew. Those that had remained loyal to him were tied to the mast and they had daggers at their throats. “Ye see?” Riingar croaked. “Ye’ve lost, Crushy. Do ye still hav the dignity ta admit defeat?” Kiin looked over the Crew, but he found no compassion there except in the eyes of those who had remained loyal to him. Heartbroken, Kiin’s head drooped and his shoulders slumped. He let his axe slip from his fingers. “Right,” Riingar said as Hreo and Jatae tied Kiin up. “Take the lot of ‘em ta the brig.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It had been days since Kiin had been locked up. He had watched as, one by one, the rest of his loyal crew were taken above deck. They never told him what happened to them. Finally, it seemed it was his turn. Kiin blinked wildly as he was momentarily blinded by the first rays of sunshine that his eyes had seen in days. When his vision returned, he saw that they were anchored offshore of a tiny island with the crew surrounding him. They shoved him over to the railing, where there was a plank jutting out from the ship. Then they cut his bonds and gingerly handed him a single dagger. “We won’t be the ones to kill you,” Hreo stated. “Even after everything, we won’t treat you the same way you treated Paan. So you get a choice. You can either attack all of us and then we’ll be forced to kill you, or you can take your chances surviving on that little speck of land.” Kiin spat. “It ain’t much choice either way. Ye’ll still see me dead one way or the other.” At that point, Jatae and Riingar walked up beside Hreo. Jatae had Kiin’s axe in hand, resting on one shoulder. When Jatae saw Kiin eyeing the axe longingly, he brought it down to hold it in front of him. “It’s a fine weapon,” he said with a grin. “Hope ye don’t mind me holding onto it; not that ye get much say in the matter.” “Off with ye,” Riingar said. “We’ve got serious piratin’ ta be ‘bout. Ye gave us a few good years, Capt’n. In return, we give ye yer life… at least fer a little while longer.” The crew started to edge in on Kiin, weapons drawn and forced Kiin out onto the plank. Kiin looked out into the clear blue waters, contemplating, before turning back to the crew. He thrust out his hand that held the dagger, pointing it directly at Jatae. He was shaking ever so slightly from his barely controlled rage. “Ye best be prepared. I be coming back for me Axe.” Then he dived off the AonTeo and started swimming towards the shore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kiin reached the beach without any problems. He had always been a strong swimmer. As he watched the AonTeo sail out of sight, he thought about the last few months and he came to a surprising conclusion; they had been right. He had been growing soft. He felt like he was becoming tamed and docile. Heck, almost civilized even! He had once been a prince and a merchant and he had let it creep back into him. No wonder the crew had mutinied! Well he wouldn’t make that mistake again. Once he got off this forsaken bit of land, he’d get himself a new crew, a new boat, and he’d take back what was his. No more trusting. He’d earn the nickname they had given him a thousand times over, until he was the most feared pirate in the world! “Never again,” he whispered to himself as he gripped the dagger by the blade with one hand. His blood dripped down to stain the white sand at his feet. The pain and the scar this would provide would be a constant reminder of this time for him. “Never again….” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ And that’s the end of Quick Fix 2! The Mutineers win! Congratulations! Master Doc (All the write ups in one place) Spreadsheet (Who did what during each week) The Locker (Where the spirits of dead sailors reside) Messages in the Night (All of the Mutineer messages in one place) GM Notes: Sorry, couldn’t let you just kill Kiin! This takes place before Elantris, so for it to work canonically, he had to survive! I did try to make it so you guys were the reason he really became the most famous pirate on Sel! I thought this worked out pretty well overall, but I have noticed a trend with games I run; the evil faction has won every time! I’m going to work with the idea that my games are on hardcore mode here. If you have any questions about how I decided on some of the rules, I’ll be happy to explain my logic behind them. Other than that, I hope you all had fun (as I did in running it) and feel free to discuss the game and such!
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  4. Traitor! Traitors don't get to start new lives! Traitors die! You dare turn on your beloved Captain?
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  5. Correction, Awesomeness never arrives on its own, but must be summoned. Also, welcome. Are you new to the idea of the Cosmere, or have you had a look around already?
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  6. Oh ye of little faith! Week 10- Blood Money Luka had joined the Crew mainly for the promise of coin and adventure. She sure did seem to be getting her fill of both! Being Quartermaster had its benefits, the main one being that people would throw money at her if she just looked the other way for a few minutes. She hadn’t thought anything of it at first, but then the killing began. Oh, what fun! She thought in those early days. Pirating and a murder mystery all rolled into one! Sometimes she couldn’t believe how naive she had been. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months and the killings never stopped, Luka started to get more and more worried. What if the killings never stopped? When were they finally going to come for her? That’s why she decided that, while farming was far too boring, pirating was just a bit too dangerous. That’s why she had packed up all of her belongings and all of the coin she had amassed (it would foolish to just leave it here after all) and enough hardtack and water to last for days. She was planning on making a run for it. In the middle of the night, she started loading one of the Dinghies full of her stuff. The person who was supposed to be on guard duty was a little tied up with a Grappling Hook at the moment. It took multiple loads for the coins alone, but eventually she was ready. She lowered the boat down as silently as possible. Then she turned around to say goodbye to the ship that she had called home for the last few months. As she looked over the deck, she almost had a change of heart. Her hand was on the rope, ready to pull the Dinghy back up when she shook her head. No. Things were too deadly. If she even waited another day, it could be her that was dead next! Better to leave while she still could. She turned back to climb over the railing and down into the Dinghy when she heard the thump of someone hitting the deck behind her. Before she could react, hands reached out and clamped one hand over her mouth and the other held a knife to her throat. “Leaving so soon?” A voice said in her ear. “Fine then, enjoy your blood money.” The person holding her slit her throat and then pushed her over the railing. She landed in the Dinghy, shattering open the bags of coins. The figure cut the Dinghy loose and let her bleed out all over the coins as the ship sailed on without her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Crew had been out at sea for over two months at this point, with Mutineers stalking their footsteps the entire way. Their nerves were shot. They had seen far too many of their number either killed or driven mad. That’s why, 4 days since Wyrm and Jain went for their last dip, when Riingar spoke up, some of the Crew actually started to listen… “This be what we all signed up fer? Ta be killed off, one by one? I tell ye, Paan be right! The Capt’n be soft if’n he be unable ta take care of these Mutineers! Aye, I be one of ‘em, an I did me best to avenge Paan, but it still be the Capt’n’s fault fer letting us!’ ‘I used ta be a Capt’n meself, so ye know I know what I’m ‘bout. tell ye what, join with us an once we be rid of the Capt’n, I’ll make sure the rest of ye arr well taken care of!” While half the Crew seemed to be contemplating Riingar’s words, not all of them were, so it wasn’t a huge surprise when Riingar found himself surrounded by those that were still loyal to the Captain. Riingar smiled as a rope dropped into the middle of the circle he was standing in. “I see some of ye still not be liking survivin’. That be okay. Me and me mateys will help ye out with that.” With that, he grabbed the rope and shot up into the rigging, but not before some of the loyal Crew drew their weapons and slashed up his legs. Riingar cried out was he dragged out of sight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Crew burst into Kiin’s quarters. “Captain! We found one! We found one of the Mutineers!” Kiin sat upright in his chair. “Really? How?” “Ummm, well, ye see… he kind of told us….” “And where is he now?” “.... That be the other thing, Captain. He got away.” “He got away? He got away?!?” Kiin went from puzzled to angery in a split second. “Well find him! Bring him in! We’re in the middle of the bloody ocean, for pete’s sake! It’s not like he can go far! I want the entire ship searched from top to bottom!” __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Week 9 ends and Week 10 Begins! 24 hour, as per usual. Riingar survived! Luka just wanted adventure, not to be killed by Mutineers. She was a good and loyal Quartermaster . The Quartermaster has been killed! That means the vault is open for raiding! You can now buy items for their purchase price and they don’t disappear at the end of the cycle! Votes Riingar- lll (Hreo, Jatae, Luka, Riittidiikiir) Rittidiikiir- l (Jeno) Captain Crushthroat- l (Riingar)
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  7. "Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. His soulcast meat, it tasted quite odd. He served the men on the Shattered Plains, but they should have just stuck with the grains. He trod a path that few have trod, did Sweeney Todd-the demon ardent of Fleet Street."
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  8. "Listen up, everybody!" Gambles shouted, trying to gather everybody's attention, distracting them from their cries to hang somebody who had somehow committed murder despite being locked up the entire evening, or so they claimed. He still wasn't entirely sure what had all gone down in the village prior to his arrival, but there seemed to be quite a bit of bloodlust for people who were in the middle of a ferocious battle with hideous, horrible monsters. But his gut told him it would be better to not to interfere, lest they turn on him! "Now, I know you all accused this one of being a 'friend of the dark', whatever that means," he said, rattling the leash to indicate he meant the woman he had collared. "But I tell you, Sooki is a good girl! Look how compliant she has been!" He gestured toward the gleewoman formerly known as Khamsi, as he sat huddled next to Gambles, fidgeting with the small, ivory statuette that she had been handed the night before. "She says she can heal all of you and wash away your fatigue! Now I'm no soldier or tactician, but to me that sounds like something y'all could desperately use. I don't know why these.... troll ox are attacking you, but I mean to get out of here alive, and I'd prefer it if you all helped me with that." Somebody opened their mouth to begin asking him why he was here, helping them, and Gambles abruptly silenced them with a wave of the hand. "Listen, do you skaa need healing, or what?"
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  9. The shadowspawn had backed off. Maybe they'd been surprised by the villagers' ferocity, or maybe they just didn't like daylight. Hopefully the latter, which would mean they had all day to rebuild their defences. There were few enough of them that they had no chance of holding the town; if they focused their efforts on the Waffle House and the old town hall, maybe they could hold out for another night. Or not. There was no sign of Leas Fel anywhere. Not only had they lost a key fighter, but their leadership now consisted of a fool for a Mayor and a drunkard gambler. Originally Douza had assumed the trollocs had beaten him down after they had become separated in the fighting, but that felt...wrong. And Newan hadn't seen a body from the air. Why would the trollocs hide the body? No, this was Trimat's work. Somehow the manure salesman had escaped his chains. Douza left his hammer at the cellar's entrance and wearily descended the steps. He didn't know what he expected to find - empty cuffs, maybe, or a hole in the wall where he'd affixed the chain. How had he escaped? Maybe - Trimat was there. Douza stood, transfixed, then crossed the room in a few strides and pinned the salesman bodily against the wall. "You - how!?" Trimat just stared back at him, eyes wide. Suddenly conscious of being stabbed by a hidden knife, Douza stepped back, and Trimat crumpled to the floor. He caught the man's wrists as he fell. The cuffs looked fine; bolts fixed, pins in place, metal unbent, chain secure. He reached up and tugged a few times where the chain was fixed to the wall. No, that was secure too. Douza scowled, and walked back up the steps. Must have been magic. There was far too much of that around the town. Emerging from the ruins, he turned to Rishi, who was hugging one of her brothers. "Trimat's no help to us. I say we throw him to the trollocs next time they come." Edit: It was an axe. But I like the hammer better, so thanks for the retcon.
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  10. I'm agreeing with King and Tulir about the Shard game looking especially tantalising Also: not particularly constructive, but as Joe threw two roles out here, I'm thinking this role could make for great funny/trolling if thrown into a Roshar game. Adapted for Roshar: Cultist of the Stick: You seek to emulate the Stick. In fact, you are a stick. At night, you can choose to complete your journey and become...a stick. You are a stick. Once a stick, you cannot vote or be killed. All posts must be punctuated appropriately with declarations ("I am a stick!") of your stick-ness. You are a stick! >>
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  11. When you describe this picture as having much mist, because using the word "fog" is just wrong.
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  12. Nearest book to me when I first read this was a self-published micro-story collection. A little bit plain. Unless I can use the title of the piece instead: Death's Honeymoon is Apparently Over Let's try some other nearest books. Don't think that one is very fitting for me either. Try again? Now that is ironic.
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  13. I guess my big problem with the review all comes right here: Ummm....ok? What does that have to do with SA at all? Now, I'm only up to The Shadow Rising, and I agree, the reading is very tedious at times, and in the beginning of the novels it borders on sheer drudgery, but that's the Wheel of Time, this is a different series entirely. I was actually talking to some people about Wheel of Time, and a few people said they gave up on it partway in, then picked up the books where Sanderson picked it up, and they said that it improved those problems vastly. (I can bold random phrases too!) The problem I have is he's drawing this parallel between the two series (and ASOIAF as well) after having admitted to giving up on the series he's comparing it to! Now, is he only drawing this line because Sanderson had to finish the series for Jordan, and making that point, only because he's trying to caution Sanderson about possibility running into the same problem? All these points he's making are seemingly random, and really aren't about the Stormlight Archives themselves, but seem to be more along the lines of things he wanted to complain about. There's nothing wrong with that, in itself, but on a post that you're listing as a review of a particular piece of literature, I don't want to read about problems that other books have, that don't directly relate to this one. OSC obviously has listened to both of the books, which is more than he can say for Wheel of Time, so why associate that sort of slow story telling with the Stormlight Archives? He doesn't directly state that, but the link is there, if only because of it being included in the review. It's completely extraneous and unnecessary, unless he felt that SA has that problem, which is completely ridiculous, in my opinion. The speed at which the story moves forward in SA is very compelling, and there's not nearly as much of the "let's recap the last book in the first couple hundred pages of the sequel" which is what I generally find annoying. And then the lecture about writing things down because he's ambitious. I think that Brandon probably understands that fact a whole lot better than OSC does, I mean....he was the one who had to deal with that. I guess I just don't want a preamble that drones on about problems that could arise in the future when reading a book review, I would like to know what problems that book actually has. Of course, it could be that I'm just still disgruntled over Shadows in Flight. It's been two years, and I'm still just so upset over the trite short excuse of a novel that was the conclusion to Bean's story. There is a such thing as too little show and too little tell...and too little plot...and too little characterization.
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  14. Excepting a non-human Roshar natives... I had a thought. What kind of biology does soulcasted blood have. It would be odd if you could use safely in a pig or a cat as you can a human as seen with Jasnah healing Shallan. Now if you can soulcast blood that can work within a human circulatory system and regrowth can do such significant healing as we seen. It seems to me that surgebinding is strongly align to human biology... So does that mean that soulcasted meat is idealized human flesh? We know that soulcasting has limits it can't be anything to specific or to customized, otherwise the warcamps would have non-identical buildings for barracks and the like. So unless soulcasting can chose what kind of meat (generic chicken, beef, crab etc) you're making which I'm guessing aligns very similarly to blood creation I strongly suspect that incidentally all Rosharan humans who imbibe the synthetic flesh are actually cannibals. Sort of... Edit: So if you've found this thread. Congrats. Someone was actually brave enough to ask if this was true in a WOB
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  15. The Great Noble Houses of Luthadel have been called to the Heron House ball this week with a purpose - but no-one knows what it is. You eye your friends suspiciously as you gather in the great hall, drinks untouched by everyone. No-one wants to be the first to talk about the possible reasons for gathering here. The first to play their hand is often the first to fall. But regardless of what people are not saying, it is obvious that everyone else is thinking about it too. Some of those here can claim to be the strongest people in the city. Those secretly a part of the Great Houses have known each other since childhood, though they may only guess at their true allegiances. Others have only been in Luthadel a few years, attempting to plant the roots of their House into the great city. All of them are dangerous. Even your own family isn't trustworthy in your eyes. And if you can't trust them, who can you trust? All your House's allies and enemies (at least, those worth speaking of) are gathered here under one roof. You spend just as much time keeping track of your allies as your enemies. After all, you may claim them as a friend, host them at your Keep and support one-another with trade, but doesn't mean they might not kill you tonight to gain favour with another House instead. It's a Noble thing. The rules have changed somewhat from their first incarnation (and from the form currently seen on the game ideas thread), so make sure you read them through again. A couple of things to bear in mind about this game which aren't rules, but more guidelines suggestions and things to bear in mind about how I'll be playing this as a GM: I will not be a presence on most of the docs, due to the fact that there should be a rather large number of them, and I would not be able to keep up with everything all at once. As such, rules clarifications requested in the docs will not be answered. If you want a clarification, as in the thread or by PM if it's sensitive - but be aware that I will post the response on the thread, though not who asked it. None of the rules require me to make a decision - Even the 'fact from the GM' part of the Informant is done at random from all the possibilities that exist. Roleplaying's highly encouraged, considering the nature of this game is more political than most. As is making alliances and stabbing them in the back within the same cycle . Family names would also be good on your characters, as it makes things a bit easier for me - But please make sure they haven't been used already, since that just makes things awkward. The game will start next Monday (21st) at 9PM GMT, unless people request a delay. Likewise, turns will end at 9PM GMT, after which a write-up will be posted in the time-honoured tradition. I would like as many players as possible for this, so you have no reason to not sign up! Oh, and if anyone wants to be a spectator for this game, send me a PM and I'll send you a link to a spectator doc when it begins. That's enough from me, so I'll now let people sign up. Good luck and, above all, have fun! Quick Links:
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  16. Hi all. Greetings! As the title says, does anyone know who mentioned that Kaladin is stormblessed as a bridgeman? It's probably mentioned in the first book though.. Thanks!
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  17. Big surprise: I’m lynching Captain Crushthroat. And since we’ve already got the majority and the grappling hook, you should too! Riingar crashed through the side window of the Captain’s quarters, letting go of the rope that he had used to swing down from the crow’s nest. He landed in a crouch, his right, peg-legged foot forward. After the crew tried to kill him last night, Riingar had been forced to replace his scarred leg with a large wooden dowel. Plus, he always wanted a peg-leg. All the cool pirates had one. “Ye want’d ta find me, cap’n?” Riingar asked with a sneer. “Well here I be! Th’ rest o’ yer loyal crew did a good job o’ tryin’ ta get me, but I’ve dealt with mutineers b’fore in me days as a cap’n. So I’ve learned how ta think like one.” Riingar grabbed a hidden dagger from his sleeve and fell into place next to Hreo. Suddenly, several loud knocks came from the door, which was grappled shut. Riingar frowned, turning and looking through a knothole in the door. Jatae stood on the other side. Riingar released the grappling hook from the door and opened it, allowing Jatae to barrel in, holding a metal tray. “Arr,” sighed Riingar. “I thought I told ye th’ door would be locked.” The captain hefted his axe uneasily, staring at the three mutineers with an emotion that was a cross between utter surprise and outright fury. “Oh, you think this will end any differently than it did with Paan? Just because there’s three of you, you think that will make the outcome any better?” Kiin lowered his axe, pointing it towards the mutineers. “I’ve had far more experience with fighting and battling than any of you scallywags. Especially you.” Kiin pointed the axe at Jatae, making him blink. “So I’ll give you this one last chance to walk away. Otherwise, you’re fish food.” Riingar growled at the captain. The man he hated more than anyone else in the world. “I been a cap’n b’fore, Crushy. An’ I will b’come one again. Don’ get a big head jus’ cause ye kill’d Paan. Just ‘cause ye got yer fancy axe don’ mean yer a match fer us. An’ we be willin’ ta risk our lives ta kill ye, Crushy. So are we goin’ ta have ta kill ye th’ easy way, orrr th’ hard way?” “You will never defeat me, scum,” Kiin snarled. “I am disgusted to even think about what you would do to this crew if you were to take over. But I’m not going to lay down my arms and go out like a coward. So I accept your challenge, scallywags. This will be a fight to the death.” Riingar shrugged, grinning. “If ye say so, Crushy. An’ by th’ way, thanks fer all th’ loot ye’ve giv’n us as motivation. Now I be takin’ charge as a wealthy cap’n! Anyway, Hreo, take ‘im down.” Hreo aimed his grappling hook at Kiin. Ooh, cliffhanger! I guess you’ll just have to wait for the write-up to see how this ends up.
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  18. And then do it in the next two books even though its quite clear that he hasn't.
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  19. So... what precisely is the Spikocracy? It's a menacing, shadowy term which is used as a warning across the forum, but I'm not sure precisely what it is. Is it the staff? Just the admins? Is it the people who inhabit a certain upvote range on the reputation board?
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  20. Awesome! I'm in full support of this.
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  21. On that day, the universe will either be saved by the pure awesomeness or destroyed by it. Either way, I'll read.
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  22. When you use the phrase 'Storing my Zincmind' in order to explain away some daft or silly thing that you've done without thinking.
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  23. Wandrin Nuvidas swaggered into the room, leaning heavily on a gaudy cane. He then stood up straight and pointed the cane directly at a well-dressed young man he had never seen in his life. "You are a mistborn. I can see it in your eyes." Wandrin smiled as the people around him reacted with laughs and snorts of derision. How they must wish they were as brilliant as he! How boring it must be to have a simple, normal mind. He spun about and pointed his cane at an old man. "And you... are secretly a WOMAN!" Wandrin walked away quickly. He always left before they told him whether his deductions were accurate. Why wait? Wandrin knew that he was always right, because nobody had ever told him he was wrong. He stopped abruptly and turned. He waited for a moment while his Terris servant caught up to him. "Tell me I'm smart, Bwin" said Wandrin. Bwin sighed. "You are smart, Lord Wandrin." "How smart?" "So very, very smart. Really quite brilliant." Wandrin grinned. "I thought so."
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  24. No. Just... no. I know it's all in jest, and it is pretty hilarious, but my desire to upvote the joke and downvote the monstrosity have cancelled each other out. My brain is screaming in agony from accidentally imagining all this. Remind me to have it flogged.
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  25. Fantastic write-up, Gamma! Rishi tiredly looked around at the remaining villagers and looked in the direction of the hut near the former inn. Her hair and face were covered in soot, and her arms were riddled with scratches and cuts. She tried to limp towards her house to check on her brothers, her left thigh bleeding from a deep wound, when she heard them cry out her name, "Rishi!" Her three little brothers ran to her, and to the small circle of gathered villagers, and she hugged them fiercely, tiredly, relieved that they were still alive. "We stayed in the cellar, like you told us, Rishi...I'm afraid...", the youngest of the three said, putting out her arms to her so she could carry him. She did so, cringing at the pain in her thigh, and smiled encouragingly at her 3-year old brother. Light, he was too young to be witnessing this horror. "You're a good boy, Reyan.", she murmured to his hair, savoring this moment of respite. She couldn't understand why the shadowspawn stopped advancing, nor why they are even giving the village time to recover, when they were just a handful of people who can be easily crushed. She thought of the valor of Leas...wait...where's Leas? She looked at the faces of the remaining villagers and couldn't find him. She walked unsteadily towards Douza who was leaning on his huge hammer, and asked him where Leas was. He looked around and said, "Trimat..." under his breath. She felt a chill then, caused not by the wind, nor by the Trollocs waiting to ravage the village. They had one more job to do. To kill a Darkfriend. Trimat, who should be buried under the crap he tried to sell.
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  26. Quitania Elariel née Raisaal stepped into the ball fanning herself slowly, and walked almost gliding on the shiny marble floors. Her teal gown embroidered in dark crimson and silver diamante swished softly as she looked at the guests who arrived. She was early, and originally didn't plan on attending the Heron House ball, but duty called. These were dangerous times, but to speak of the danger made one appear weak, and that, Quitania was not. She had been widowed twice, and rumoured to have killed both her husbands, but nobody could prove anything since both of them died behind locked doors, and during the time she was away from the keep. Too young by far, she was still in a position to make a good match. But that remains to be seen if any of these fops were even worthy of her ambition. She nodded to her steward to go and took a drink from a roving servant and put it down without drinking. She sat in a corner with her back to the wall, to see who else deemed it necessary to answer the summons. EDIT: Name and house colors.
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  27. It will turn out that Dalinar's wife was Odium.
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  28. It's more fun to assume that syl told Rock and then Rock gossip-ed it to others. Ah Syl...
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  29. Brilliant Kal, I was going to use Fathvel Finch Fain is signing up
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  30. "He was uneducated but canny." Silverthorn by Raymond E Feist. Hmm. Correct enough, in it's own fashion.
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  31. Lord Hyrun Tormander is signing up. (Upvote for getting the Refrence.) He and his house have long held dominance in the Southern Dominace, and are moving to take control of Luthadel Politically. More RP later.
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  32. Jain is signing up (again). And of course, so is his toy panda. Hmm... seeing how this game works, I'm going to play in a different style. I'm not gonna be very erratic this game, and instead turtle it out.
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  33. "We were loved, once." The Way of Kings, page 15. I got lucky and landed myself an epigraph. ...Or so I thought, until I realized every single epigraph in the first part of that book is something somebody screamed while they died.
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  34. These world bear the touch and design of Adonalsium. Each worldhopper has their goals, and despite the good helping a whole planet might cause, their goals tend to supercede the needs of a world, especially when shards are involved. Imagine trying to mess with things on Scadrial. Harmony would probably have every reason to crush you flat for upsetting the balance, and your efforts would cause no good. Whatever Hoid wants with Roshar, he clearly thinks it's worth more than the planet's lives, which I find telling. It's kind of late on my end, so sorry if this post makes no sense, but it seems to me that they have more important things to be doing with their time and with the attention they gather, and helping people is only a short-term thing in the Cosmere.
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  35. My problem with the link wasn't the points he made on the possibilities of it dragging out over time or the need for him to write down plans (although that seemed to be redundant considering who he was giving that advice to,) but rather his link to the Wheel of Time and it's slow moving plot. He admits to not finishing reading it because of that, a link, even unintentional, is drawn between that sort of slow, tedious, pace and the SA, and that just isn't fair. The review is positive, once he starts actually reviewing it. My concern mostly is that he spends a good amount of time in the review complaining about that problem, when it's a non issue in the SA. It just feels like bad form to list a bunch of negative aspects about another book that isn't prevalent in the one you're reviewing, especially when you admit to not finishing the Eye of the World.
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  36. I will support it. Do not let me down, Quiv. Quiver has been nice enough to leak me the working title! It's "Puela Pela Madoka Magica". Interesting.
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  37. As far as I remember, the bridgemen just started calling him that after he survived the highstorm. They didn't necessarily know he'd been named that before. It's just a name that sticks to him.
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  38. "Like he says, he's a dwarf." - The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett *sigh* It would be a book that calls me short. So rude. And assumes that I'm a guy too! (Oh wait, context. At least the person they're talking about is six-feet tall...)
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  39. Poor Marasi. She's got so many ships lined up we might as well call her Marina. Buy. Harmony will manifest directly to talk to Wax at some point. Wayne will make an insouciant comment, loudly. For the rest of his days, he will treasure the fact that he made fun of Harmony himself.
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  41. And don't forget about Disney on Ice. We can have Shallan and Jasnah skate around as the two newest princesses.
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  42. Kelsier the space ship.....how could that POSSIBLY go wrong? lolol
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  43. LOL. Mine, no order and link between them, just for fun.
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  44. It's definitely Hoid. He makes no sense to us so far, his purpose is hidden, and he has access to all of the realms and worlds. He's also probably the most powerful non-Shardholder in the Cosmere.
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  45. Altrenatively, a masked man is a common symbol for hidden motives and actions so could just as easily be a representation of Shallan as Veil in that chapter. That said. I think I like the Worldhopper indicator as well. I would bet my own boots to a Horneater princess that either Mraize, the masked woman or both are worldhoppers.
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  46. I figured Hoid's icon was indicating one of a few things: 1. He is physically present in the chapter, likely in disguise. Possibly the guard, or some other passerby. If he is, I haven't found a convincing occurrence. 2. The icon indicates a world-hopper, likely Mraize. However, we have seen world-hoppers (notably a sword-master) without this icon appearing. 3. The icon appears because Shallan recalls her first meeting with Hoid. After all, Hoid's icon appeared in the Purelake scene in WoK even though he wasn't physically present. However, this icon does not appear every time Hoid is thought of or mentioned (notably the chapter when Rock recounted meeting his god of mischief). 4. Significant use of lightweaving, although Shallan continues to use lightweaving after this without the icon appearing. So... *shrug* Maybe Brandon just wants to troll us
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  47. Mraize is definitely a Worldhopper, and the followers of the Diagram know of him. This is one of the epigraphs: But who is the wanderer, the wild piece, the one who makes no sense? I glimpse at his implications, and the world opens to me. I shy back. Impossible. Is it? - From the Diagram, West Wall Psalm of Wonders: paragraph 8 (Notew by Adrotagia: Could this refer to Mraize?) Even though we know this probably refers to Hoid, they think the wanderer might be Mraize. Maybe they are cosmere aware too?
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  48. Don't threaten with kittens. Threaten with Catquisitors. I'm serious. Put Kurk behind a coinshot, line him up with the target, and give that Allomancer a nicroburst. The adorableness will only compounded by the blood!
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  49. Dalinar will have some great victory and 20 different rumours will spread and Kaladin will hear the most innacurate one and hate Dalinar for 5 books. The Parshendi will fight over a puddle and be afraid to cross water. And best one I just thought of: If Stormlight Archive were like the Wheel of Time.... Brandon Sanderson would have to finish it!
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