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  1. Song: Deliver us, from Prince of Egypt Sung by: the Bridgemen Bridge up!! Run! Drop!! Push!!! Faster!!! Cross! And lift Run! And Drop! Push! And cross! Lift! (Die) Faster! With the weight of the bridge on my shoulder With my blood and my sweat on my brow Talanelat'Elin Will you bear our agonies? Take us now In this hour... Deliver us! Take us now - Deliver us! Almighty, Remember us, have you abandoned us? Deliver us! There’s a rest that is promised us!!! Deliver us – free us from…this…life!!!
  2. Galen nearly died three times in trying to reach the door alone. Lord Ruler take these RUSTING soldiers and feed them to the mistwraiths!! They didn't seem like Hazekillers. There were at least ten men stationed around the perimeter of the building, perhaps with more inside. The armor was different, all black, and they wielded an assortment of weapons from clubs to canes to bows and arrows. Most of them carried shields, and one or two even had shields of iron. Presumably they didn't get sent to fight mistings a lot. Not that that would help him. What had saved him was the fact that they had clearly not been expecting a noble fop to charge straight at them, doing his best imitation of what he thought a mistwraith would sound like. Something like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEIEEIEEEEEEEEEAAAAARGH". No time to feel embarrassed, though he fervently hoped Riri hadn't heard that. If they survived, she'd never let him live it down. The soldier he attacked had just enough time to raise his wooden shield before he swung his sword as hard as he could, the blade embedding itself deeply in to the wood and getting stuck. Galen swore. Fortunately, the soldier was still too stunned by the ferocity of his attack to take advantage of the pause, so Galen kicked him as hard as he could between the legs, causing the man to collapse, howling in pain and causing the other soldiers to flinch. Even Galen couldn't stop himself from wincing in sympathy. Thank you Riri, for bringing up this trick literally every time we talk about your suitors. The man down, he frantically tried to extricate his sword from the shield, just as the soldiers began to come to their senses and the nearest one started to charge him. He wielded a very nasty-looking club with nails in it. Ohhh to be a lurcher or a coinshot... It seemed no use, he couldn't pull out his rusting sword. I definitely should have paid more attention to my physical strength... The man was almost upon him, and taking a gamble, Galen swung his sword as hard as he could, and the shield swung along with it. Club collided with shield and the wooden shield shattered, freeing his sword, yet causing it have a very noticible bent. That was my only sword... He yelped as the club swished over his head, throwing himself to the ground. The soldier towered over Galen, raising his club high. Galen's sword cut deeply into the man's knee. The man gasped and fell. Briefly, he considered picking up the club, but decided that he probably wouldn't be able to lift it. He'd be sticking with the bent sword then. Oh Lord Ruler. Now two of them were charging him, carrying swords. He was so dead. They charged, and were between him and the door. Then he heard a very familiar scream. Glancing up, his heart stopped yet again. Riri. Riri, by the window, arms around her. She fell. Galen screamed. He didn't know what happened. He ran. He swung his sword. He ducked beneath a blade. He felt blood spray on his face. A line of fire was cut across his left arm. His sword cut through something and bounced off bone. He didn't know what happened, but he was beneath the window, his arms were spread, he was praying. Riri fell into his arms, making his left arm scream in agony, but he held on. He fell backwards, absorbing the force of her fall. His back seemed to come alight in pain as it hit the ground and skidded over it. He felt his consciousness slipping. But Riri was here. She was in his arms. Her chest was rising and falling. She was alive. And even as he saw the other soldiers beginning to approach from the edge of his vision, his vision blurred and faded to black. @Ookla the Rae @Anyone who wants to come to my defense @First House!!
  3. Galen ran through the crowd, pushing people aside in his haste to get to the burning House. The Third House was burning. Burning. Lord Ruler, the skaa was mad. "Riri?" he called, frantically pushing aside the hands that sought to grab him. "Let go of me. My sister - My sister could be in there!!" At the top of the burning building, he saw Selina watching the crowd in contempt. The fool. Was she actually burning down her House to escape the lynch? Was... was that even possible? Someone please tell him the focus of the Third House. What was she hoping to achieve? What was she doing? What could she do? Questions could wait. He had to find Rhiannon. She couldn't still be in the House, could she? Frantically, he scanned the gathered crowd, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister. He turned back to the building, seeing the guards posted around the building, ready to kill. Lord Ruler, if only he had a misting ability besides being a rusting gnat. He glanced back up at the madwoman staring down at them. Just what did she hope to accomplish? Would she not just die amongst the flames? Rust rust rust. The books had never told him how to handle these situations. The fire was climbing further up the building. Casting one last desperate glance at the crowd and failing to spot his sister, Galen wrapped his cloak tightly around himself, drew his sword, and charged into the building. @Ookla the Rae
  4. "My lord... Lord Tekiel is dead." Galen looked up, startled. Dead? "No..." he whispered. "I'm afraid he is dead, my Lord. The evidence seems to be that he was killed by Hazekillers." Galen frowned. "The Second House. Lopen... He will pay for this insult." "He already has, my Lord. He was murdered last night...by the skaa." "By the skaa? Odd. Ever since the coinshot started killing, the skaa have been quiet." "There is...another thing." "What is it?" "Dorvan Tekiel... was not who we thought he was." Galen stared at his servant for a few moments, before laughing bitterly. "Yes. Of course. Lopen suggested this. I did not want to believe him. It seems as if the First House owes the Second a great debt after all. I presume he was the one who sent the skaa against Lopen?" "He was." Galen stared out the window. Dorvan Tekiel... How he hated to be proved right. He remembered hearing about how Dorvan had pardoned a skaa impregnated by a noble when the laws would have called for her death. He remembered the letters back and forth, and how Dorvan had passionately called for the destruction of the skaa, even when Galen had thought of offering them amnesty in return for their loyalty. The nights spent planning and discussing the skaa problem... May the First stand Tall. Towards the end, Dorvan had begun slipping, unable to maintain the formal prose of a noble. Lopen had begun sharing his suspicions, and he had agreed. He just hated to acknowledge that the person he had wanted to trust the most was a traitor. Hadn't the skaa in the Fourth House posed as a noble too? Was that their stratagem now? Curtly, he gave the command for Tekiel's corpse to be burned and the ashes scattered. Goodbye, old friend. The First shall stand Tall. Without you. "The Skaa have been found and killed in three of the Four Houses." His latest address began. "Tekiel of the First House. Asterion of the Second. Belmark of the Fourth." He sighed. "I tire of the House War. I tire of the politics. Let us kill the skaa in the Third House and be done with this threat." "Selina (Lemonelon)... Rhiannon (Rae)..." His voice caught. "One of you is skaa. And...I choose to vote for Selina (Lemonelon)
  5. My own take at "Law" by Nale There, out in the darkness Spren are returning Returning to men Those fallen from grace The Law be my witness I never shall yield Till we come face to face With my Blade in their chests They learn the way of the oaths Mine is the way of the Law Those who trust in the law of the righteous Shall have their reward And if they cause the Voidbringer’s return, The screams The flames! Laws In their perfection Strengthening my mind Filling the darkness With order and light You are my sentinels For you are truth Keeping me on my path Keeping guilt from my heart We know our place in the sky We hold our course and our aim And for the Radiants Serve their sentence And its always the same For they have fell, as the Radiants fell Now fall by Blaaaaaaaaaaade! And so it must be, for so it is written By the Herald of Heralds That those who might cause mankind’s fall Must pay the price! Oh, let me find them That I may see them Lawfully deaaaaaaaaad I will never rest Till then This I swear This I swear by the Law!!!!!!!!!!!1
  6. I am reaching, but I fall And the stars are black and cold As I stare into the void Of a world that cannot hold I'll escape now from that world From the world of Jean Valjean There is nowhere I can turn There is no way to go oooooooooooon!!!! Javert opened his eyes. He was drenched. His coat was dripping with muddy water, and behind him flowed the Seine. He felt cold. Was this...Paradise? A man stood before him, wearing a crisp black and silver uniform. Dark of skin, a pale scar on his cheek. Authority radiated from him, and Javert straightened instinctively. Javert frowned. “Who are you?” “You know me.” And… he did. Instinctively. He had never met this man before, but…somehow... “I threw myself off a bridge.” “And I restored you. A drowned man only needs the proper ministrations.” “Who are you?” “You, Javert, revere order, do you not? You follow the law of your society to perfection. This attracted me, though I fear that emotion has clouded your ability to discern. Your ability to...judge.” Judgement. “You are...Justice?” “Herald of Justice, though not of your world.” “Why save me? Was my torment not enough?” “These words are foolishness, said Justice, unbecoming of one who would study beneath me.” “...Study?” He squeezed his eyes shut, remembering that terrible, terrible choice that had torn him apart. “I want to be judged.” “I watched you pursue a breaker of the law, tireless, relentless. Your dedication to your personal code is one to be admired. You kept your word to the law with perfection - the only genuine beauty left to the world. I judge you, and have found you worthy of the Skybreakers.” “The...skybreakers?” “Come along. Your training begins immediately.”
  7. "Three more nobles died today, sir. Two bore signs of being attacked by a coinshot, both from the Third House. The other man was from the second House, and was murdered by a troop of hazekillers." Galen frowned. "Doesn't the second house specialize in Hazekillers?" "Yes, sir?" "Why would the Second House sic hazekillers on their own House members? It doesn't make sense!" As in response, he heard Lord Lopen calling out an accusation in the square. "Noodlington! Any reason for killing your teammate when we already killed a Skaa in our group?" Galen frowned again. Turning towards Lopen, he whispered in his ear, "That can't be right. I was told that Noodlington attended the ball all night, last night. She couldn't have been the one to send the order. You know the other members of your House. Either your man sent your hired killers after himself, or your team members aren't as inactive as they seem." Speaking of inactivity... Galen found himself speaking again. "There have been no skaa attacks for the past two nights. A cause for celebration, I am sure. However, the threat is not vanished, merely, I suspect, hiding. Perhaps they have lain too inactive to avoid scrutiny, and have not been able to meet to decide who kills." "Yesterday night seemed to go on forever, and through it all, each of our members showed up at some point or other. This means that if there have been skaa in our House, none of them put in the order to kill, even if they could have. There is the argument that the coinshot is one of us, and could have been the one killing. Even if that's the case, I seriously doubt that the skaa would not let the opportunity to have an extra kill each night slip pass. There could have been two more deaths if the skaa had been more active. In this case, I decide to look at the inactives among us to find the remaining skaa." "The inactives, or the people who have not really been speaking up much, or at all, are thus "Jerol (Bard), Jonas (legend), Selina (Lemon), Adela (Brightness), Cassandra (Rebecca) and Alizarin (Sami). Let us take a look at the skaa who have died. Belmark (Drake), from the Fourth House, and Aster, from the Second House. That leaves my House, the First, and the Third House that have not rooted out their skaa." Galen sucked in a breath. "Now, among the nobles who have been inactive, Lady Cassandra (Rebecca) has not been very active. She, besides Lemon, have been the only inactive members of the Third House, and Lemon had managed to post last night. Thus, I believe that Cassandra might be the inactive Skaa that we are searching for. Once she is disposed of, the First House will then turn our attention inwards to the skaa in our ranks."
  8. SLIGHT OATHBRINGER SPOILERS!!! I bring you, "I dreamed a dream" by Dalinar Kholin!
  9. Galen listened as the crowd debated the gruesome deaths last night. He listened, and looked at the bodies. Looking at the body of Joxter, he knew that he had found the murderer of Kyrain. Killed by skaa. Well, the skaa had either done House Aurette a service, or denied his House their vengeance. Judging from the lack of satisfaction he felt, he erred towards the latter. Finally, he stood and walked into the crowd, heading for the noble he had seen last night at the ball, Lord Jax. "I think, friend, you are guilty of not paying enough attention to things that are going on. Atium was used to kill Kyrian, not Variel. Variel was killed by the skaa. The information that you were given suggested that an Atium misting dwelt in the Third House. When you hit Joxter instead, you insisted that there must have been another skaa misting, when in fact it was you who mixed up the skaa's murder and the atium murder. Furthermore, you claimed that your house sent a kill on Joxter, and later retracted it to say your House attacked Luthal." He sighed. "Pay more attention, friend." "However, Lord Jax, this slip up might be indicative of something more, perhaps? I know who gave you the information that Joxter was the atium misting, for it was me, at the ball the night before. I said nothing beyond the fact that our House has found out that Atium was burned by someone in the Third House last night, and you suggested that it might have been Joxter." "Today, you started off by claiming that your house sent a kill on Joxter based on the information I gave you. Fair, but it turned out that your house actually sent a kill against Luthal. My friend, have you started mistaking your skaa comrades to be your House after all? An Atium misting is a powerful threat, and you acted on my information to get a kill sent on Joxter. No one else, beside a select few in my House, whom I trust, and those I told at the ball, knew where the Atium was burned." Before he could finish his accusation, a servant ran up to him, and touched his arm. Galen turned to the servant indignantly "Now is not a good time!" The maid bowed quickly, but held firm. "Lord Galen, you told us to inform you when your sister opened the door..." Galen stopped short, everything else falling away. He took a deep breath, and turned back towards the crowd for his last words: "And so, Darkness, I would very much like to see which house you truly belong to." Then he turned and ran back towards his mansion.
  10. Kyrian was dead. Galen wondered how he felt about the issue. On one hand, Kyrian had been an unpleasant and annoying suitor for Riri's hand. On the other, their families had been friends, even allies, in the past. Lord Ruler, if it hadn't been for his insistence on courting Rhiannon, they might even have been friends. The man's fascination for rhythms and music matched the intensity of his fascination with the past, and he had quietly admired him for that. Lord Ruler, Riri is going to be devastated. Two of her suitors dead in the same night. But he was dead. As was Variel, and one other noble. What did it mean, that the skaa were now apparently willing to move so boldly? Or was it worse than that? Had a House War started again? Galen clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white. A House War. No, that couldn't happen. It couldn't. All his life, he had been running from the responsibilities of House Aurette, hiding and dipping into books to duck the responsibilities of being the heir to the house. Somehow, he had always thought that someone might come to take that responsibility away from him. Someone who didn't have his head in the air and avoided socializing like the plague. Rusts, even Rhiannon could do a better job. But if war was coming... he would have to take up his mantle, and guide his House through. Oh Lord Ruler... Lord Ruler, grant me strength... Galen Aurette finally stood. He picked up his dropped book, and gently returned it to the shelf, running his hands over the spines as if to say a final goodbye. Letters would have to be written to the other Houses. Before any action is taken, investigation must first be undertaken to find if any house would claim responsibility for Kyrian's death, to find out if it truly was the skaa who had killed him. If any house knows who killed Variel, let a representative message Galen Aurette and confess to the crime. Action would not be immediately taken against that house, but the gesture would be appreciated and would clear the muddied waters to see if a House War truly was necessary. The skaa who died yesterday had been an infiltrator of one House. He was certain that each House had now been compromised, even his own. There is at least one skaa among each noble house. It was now of utmost necessity that each House conduct an investigation into its own affairs and root out the traitor among their midst before nobles begin killing nobles. Politics can wait. This was maintaining the natural order of things. He had been idle, unaware of his surroundings. He only prayed he had not awoken too late. He called for parchment and quill, then paused. Yes, all this was important, but he had almost forgotten his other duty. He had to find Rhiannon. Maintaining the natural order could wait... This was his sister. @Ookla the Rae
  11. Footsteps in the square. Galen looked up from his book just in time to step out of the way of a stranger determinedly striding past. A small smile curled over his lips as he watched the man disappearing into the mist, trailed by a hapless skaa with a parasol. The man had been dressed in crème and white, sharp and spotless. White. In Luthadel. How he pitied the skaa who was in charge of that man's laundry. Good fashion sense though, he had to admit. Maybe he could send Riri after the stranger to offer him House Aurette's catalogue. In any case, he stepped further back away from the center of the square to avoid any more mishaps, just as Variel stepped into the square. Hidden as he was in the mists with his camouflaged robes (two can play at the game, sister dear), he glared daggers into the back of Variel's neck. Suddenly, a bundle of robes came rushing into the square, crashing straight into Variel. He stumbled backwards, just as the bundle began to babble- "Vars, thank the Lord Ruler you're here. I saw this really sketch man in an alleyway, and he had a knife, and -- and --" Riri stopped to regain her breath. sketchy man? knife? Book tucked into his pack, Galen drew a knife of his own, and emerged from the mists, making Riri yelp. She scrabbled for Variel's knife Ah...he was still hooded. and holding a knife. Holding out his palm, he pushed back his hood, exposing his messy hair and sheepish smile. "Hello, sister dear. What's this about a guy with a knife?" @Ookla the Rae
  12. Hearing the creak of a closing door, Galen looked up from his book. Riri. Sighing, he shut the thick tome, resting it on the shelf, before doing a quick check of his sister's room that confirmed his suspicions. She'd sneaked out again. Murmuring softly to himself, he pulled on his jacket and a hooded cloak around his shoulders. A small knife was concealed into a sheath by his side, and he strode to the door. He knew he didn't have a chance of finding her in the ash and mists. Rhiannon was small, nimble, and knew how to hide. She was not as good though, at actually hiding where she would have gone, or who with. He pushed the door open, then paused. It might be a long stakeout. He returned for his book, tucking it under an arm. Then he strode out into the mists. @Ookla the Rae
  13. Well, its a break for me, so I should be able to actually play, something I haven't done for a long, long time. I haven't decided on a name yet, but count me in if it isn't too late.
  14. So... Rae just contacted me on facebook to ask me why I haven't been on. I'm ashamed to admit it, but...I completely forgot about this game. I'm sorry. The past few days have been insanely busy for me, and midterms are still coming up. I am very sorry for signing up for this game and becoming inactive. I was asked to by a friend, but I should have said no then. So. I really can't promise a post in the next two days, as I have two exams on Friday, so I'll be further inactive. If anyone with a kill is willing to clean up an inactive, I'll be willing to die to remove deadweight from this game. I'm sorry, and if I am still alive by next week, I'll try my best to return to this game.