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  1. The next QF starts on Monday! Sign up here. And if you haven’t already, I’d recommend looking through the General Rules for a general idea of how all this goes. Welcome!
  2. Day 7: Fire, Honor, and Grief Gren, oh Gren, to where are you going, O do not run so fast. Come, axehound, come to your master Or else you shall be lost. The night was dark, no axehound was there, And Jonan was left alone, The shadowèd paths concealed hidden wrath Within the casement of stone. And Jonan, lost in the lonely den, Attacked by a sword made of light, Began to die; but Honor still nigh Appear’d like his axehound, in white. He embraced the man, and led with his hand, And to the true Gren him he brought. Who in famine pale, through the final veil His blest master weeping had sought. Tafud crouched by the fire. His own fire, that is - not the communal one, he wouldn’t trust them to even build a fire that wouldn’t explode at this point. No, he made his own fire in a vacant corner of the room, and sat in the corner behind it, warily looking out at everyone else. No one could be trusted. Not even him, maybe. He started. Had that been a noise behind him. It was only the corner - but what if they could move through walls? He whipped around to face the corner he was sitting in, to face... an empty stone corner. Tafud glared at it for a moment, making sure that nothing was there. Then... he felt heat on his back. More heat than just the little fire. He spun back around, but stumbled as he saw the back of his coat was on fire. Unfortunately for him, he stumbled into the fire. Which promptly started to consume him, and by the time anyone was able to get water over to him, it was too late. From the Archives, regarding the Radiant Scouting Disaster: Danerin, This letter comes to inform you that your wife Paleli has gone missing. Her belongings have been left behind, including a letter (enclosed) addressed to you. She was last seen early this morning, but we do not have the manpower to spare to try to find her right now. It is likely she is already dead. I am sorry. Sincerely, Brightness Kareana Magenta Albatross was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Sunburst Toucan was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Edgedancer Message Day 7 has begun and will end in 47 hours, on January 15th at 6pm PT. Credit for Jonan’s writeup goes to Fifth. PMs are CLOSED. Player List 1. Amber Vulture: Jashi, Stormwarden Radiant Worldhopper 2. Amethyst Scorpion: Jesh, Lost Axehound Radiant Worldhopper 3. Chartreuse Penguin: Taladir, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 4. Coral Swan: Germaine, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 5. Cream Tuatara: Dfyan, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 6. Emerald Falcon: Sein, Inquisitive Radiant Worldhopper 7. Indigo Weasel: Adhom Inem, Ardent 8. Ivory Dragonfly: Krask, Conspiracy Theorist Sympathizer Worldhopper 9. Magenta Albatross: Jonan Wikim, Lost Axehound (Gren) Radiant Worldhopper 10. Mauve Crocodile: Sernes, Paranoid Scout Radiant Worldhopper 11. Mint Heron: Sam, Once a Darkeyes Radiant Worldhopper 12. Onyx Flamingo: Kir, Kleptomaniac Scout 13. Opal Lion: Tnaidar, Scout Radiant Worldhopper 14. Pearl Chameleon: Purrl, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Radiant Worldhopper 15. Plum Rhinoceros: Logalog, Scholar Sympathizer Worldhopper 16. Quartz Zebra: Arauna Khadal, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Sympathizer Worldhopper 17. Saffron Iguana: Merinira, Scout Sympathizer Worldhopper 18. Sage Kangaroo: Gilglin, Ardent (Devotary of the Mind) 19. Salmon Meerkat: Cadamum, Ghostblood Recruit 20. Scarlet Octopus: Max Mercury, Past Lives Sympathizer Worldhopper 21. Sunburst Toucan: Tafud, Slightly Crazy Radiant Worldhopper 22. Taupe Gecko: Brana, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 23. Turquoise Gorilla: Bomer, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 24. Violet Axolotl: Adi, Anxious
  3. The kill counts as an action, and only one action may be taken per cycle. (This doesn't apply to passive roles like Edgedancer or Elsecaller, though.) In general, no. If that person had dropped out and was about to be replaced by a pinchhitter, perhaps, or if they notified us ahead of time that they'd be unable to access the Shard (complete power outage, that kind of thing) they might be allowed to submit an order ahead of time.
  4. This just doesn’t make sense. How would they know that a mass Dustbringer Cycle was even coming when at that point it wasn’t public knowledge, at least as far as I am aware of, that everyone is a Worldhopper. For reference, here’s where the idea was posted in the D2 thread, and this was after a significant number of worldhopper deaths close together:https://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/87978-anniversary-game-6anonymous-game-7-we-shall-all-be-changed/?do=findComment&comment=948990 This could just be an honest mistake, but it’s a very specific mistake as it arguably wasn’t possible D1, and Tuatara’s death makes it impossible to prove whether or not it was with them. 2. This second point is partially as a result of reading through most of Rhino’s posts. Before he was outed, he on several occasions linked Saffron and Sunburst together, describing that if one flips village, it is likely that the other will as well, and the same behavior if one or the other are elims. (https://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/87978-anniversary-game-6anonymous-game-7-we-shall-all-be-changed/?do=findComment&comment=949136) This statement coming from an elim makes me think that the opposite is true. That one of the set is village and the other is elim. It makes sense, as if the elim is killed, then by that logic, an additional villager would also be killed, and if instead the villager was killed, the elim would be protected by being seen as villager. It makes sense for him to link someone he knows is a villager to someone the village trusts and therefore cementing Saffron’s cleared status further. 3. D1 lynch was a bus. I genuinely think that it was, and I think this for two primary reasons. A. The timing. Iguana’s vote was literally the last vote and post in the turn, and they don’t provide any real reason for switching from Magenta Albatross, they use RP B. The way the previously mentioned Rhino post specifically puts down the idea that the lynch was a bus. Anyway, while I worry I may be tunneling, this was the best way for me to get out some actual analysis without breaking character. Feel free to tear it to shreds. Cheers! Sage Kangaroo. ^the edgedancer message, obviously. Have a fun cycle, and don't forget to note the rollover time change!
  5. Day 6: Axehound, Found and Lost “Nobody has seen it?” The exasperated head-shaking of the group of soldiers told Jesh it was another lost cause. Jesh himself was confused. How hard could an axehound be to miss? The creatures were nearly as tall as he was, and he had been told several times that he was tall for his age. Most importantly, Trisk was friendly and sociable, and would come up to anyone who she thought had food. And she thought everybody existed to give her the remnants of what they ate. So the soldiers across from him really should have at least spotted Trisk by now; the city was only so big. He’d given them the axehound’s markings and everything! He felt a tear well up in his eye, and pushed it down with some effort. Would he be doomed to be stuck in the city forever looking for her? “Thanks for your time again,” he managed to get out before he broke into tears in front of the whole group, and ran from the area where he’d been talking with Vamah’s party. Odd that nobody had seen the man in hours, but Jesh didn’t care at this point. He had to find Trisk! Moreover, he was tired of Kareana’s restrictions on Radiant movement; if a group of untrained soldiers could wander around the tower scouting, why couldn’t he, a Knight Radiant, look for his lost pet? Turning the logic over in its head and recognising its infallibility, Jesh knew it would be hopeless convincing Kareana, who called her decisions “logical” when they contradicted directly with Jesh’s ideas and tried to use a supposedly more advanced adult method of logic. No, she would deny his request and have him watched if he spoke up. Instead, he would need to slip quietly out. Chancing a glance through the Breakaway, Kareana was fully engrossed in a conversation with the leading Radiants and scribes. That would take her a while, and Jesh was good at silent movement. He ducked into the shadows of the room, those who did see his passage not thinking it noteworthy, and was out the door and sprinting into the halls of Urithiru within minutes as the sun set on the floating city. Trisk would be found. Jesh collapsed on the hard stone floor, weeping and exhausted. Three hours of searching had yielded no sight of Trisk, and he had checked almost every level of the entire tower, especially the ones with current and old food storages. Still nothing! That creature was evasive. Or…no. He would not begin considering the possibility that Trisk was…no. He shoved the thought down as best he could, but it remained floating on the surface, sending him into a fresh round of tears. As he sobbed, he heard the sound of footsteps growing closer, which were too near to run away from before escaping detection. An hour or two ago, he’d have been mortified at the thought of Kareana catching him. Now he just wanted to get back into the Breakaway and sleep, no matter how much he was chewed out for it. Trisk was resourceful and could survive, and she’d wait for tomorrow to return to him. He just wasn’t looking forward to finding out who had come to rescue him. The door opened, and light from the hallway flooded into the dark chamber where Jesh sat curled up. One of the wall torches outside the room must have been lit, and a silhouetted figure stood framed in the doorway. Jesh subconsciously scooted back. This wasn’t Kareana, or anyone he recognised from the expedition’s leadership, and it was still impossible to see. The man halted in the doorway, looking down at the child. “Are you Jesh?” he asked softly. Jesh suddenly felt a spike of anger inside of him resolve itself. Who was this person to go around demanding answers from him, a small child trapped and lost, when he was clearly in no state to be doing anything much more than sleeping? “Why does it matter to you, sir?” he retorted, with more heat than expected. The level voice was unperturbed by the outburst. “Since you appear to be, I have to wonder why you ran off earlier today. I watched you go, and you’ve not been in the Breakaway for three hours. Kareana is worried, but I’m suspicious. What have you been doing out in the city by yourself? And why haven’t you run into trouble yet being alone? Several others have.” “I’ve been looking for my axehound!” Jesh replied heatedly. “Not everyone is heartless and suspicious like you seem to need to be. I actually care about Trisk, and…” Jesh trailed off, seeing another silhouette whisk by in the doorway. A silhouette nearly as tall as him, with a carapace and legs. “Trish!” Tiredness and the interfering man forgotten, Jesh took off at a full sprint for the door, heedless of the person in his way, causing the silhouetted figure to raise his hands, almost unconsciously, and release a storm of fire and dust. When it cleared, the crackling of the charred corpse of Jesh and the whimpering of an axehound were the only sounds heard on the thirtieth level of Urithiru as the moon rose above, while highstorm clouds came rolling in below. And between them, another Knight Radiant lay slain. Sernes stalked the halls of Urithiru, trying to decide whether to go back to camp tonight. On the one hand, safety in numbers... but that hadn’t meant much for Tnaidar, had it? Or any of the others, really. But there’d been just as many deaths out here... He started at a sudden noise. Was that... footsteps? Getting closer, too. He looked around frantically, but there wasn’t much cover. He ducked around a corner and stood back pressed to the wall, hoping whoever it was would just walk past. “Sernes?” a voice called, and Sernes relaxed. “Sernes, are you there?” He stepped back around the corner, smiling in relief. “Here.” “Oh, good, I was worried I’d find you already dead or something,” the other said. “You know I’m too stubborn to die,” Sernes laughed. “Wait, already?” That was about the point when a knife took him in the throat. “Already,” the other confirmed. “Quite a waste to go looking for you so long to kill you if you’re already dead, isn’t it?” Sernes didn’t answer, but then, he did have a slit throat. Kind of made it difficult to speak. “Ah well,” Odium’s servant said. “Your voice was always annoying, anyway.” They wiped their knife on Sernes’s body and walked off, humming. Sam contemplated the meaning of life. When he’d been a Darkeyes he’d not really thought much about it. He just went about his life, because that’s all he knew. But when he became a Radiant... his entire life had changed, and he didn’t know what to make of it. The question had become more urgent when people started dying, though. What was the point in their deaths? What was the point in his life? He at least wanted to figure it out before he died himself, and that was looking increasingly likely by the day. He’d considered that there was no meaning at all, but he hated that. Then he thought it might be love - before his girlfriend broke up with him, at least. Friendship was a contender, but Sam didn’t have many friends so he wasn’t doing very well if it were friendship. “Happiness?” he murmured to himself. Maybe, he thought. He would like to think it was happiness. He sighed, standing up and pacing back and forth. “The meaning of life is happiness,” he said, trying to sound it out. “The meaning of life is friendship? No, no, that doesn’t ring right. The meaning of life is...” “Survival.” The voice was cold like steel as it blasted flames into Sam’s back. The Dustbringer shook his head and walked away. Mint Heron (Sam) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Amethyst Scorpion (Jesh) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Mauve Crocodile (Sernes) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Okay, so I don't mess the entire post up again several times, there is one edgedancer message which will be posted immediately after the writeup. Hopefully. Day 6 has begun, and will end on January 12th at 9pm Eastern Time. Note the change in time! This will be the rollover time for the remainder of the game. PMs are open. Credit to Fifth for the Jesh writeup, which is absolutely heartwrenching. Player List 1. Amber Vulture: Jashi, Stormwarden Radiant Worldhopper 2. Amethyst Scorpion: Jesh, Lost Axehound Radiant Worldhopper 3. Chartreuse Penguin: Taladir, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 4. Coral Swan: Germaine, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 5. Cream Tuatara: Dfyan, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 6. Emerald Falcon: Sein, Inquisitive Radiant Worldhopper 7. Indigo Weasel: Adhom Inem, Ardent 8. Ivory Dragonfly: Krask, Conspiracy Theorist Sympathizer Worldhopper 9. Magenta Albatross: Jonan Wikim, Lost Axehound (Gren) 10. Mauve Crocodile: Sernes, Paranoid Scout Radiant Worldhopper 11. Mint Heron: Sam, Once a Darkeyes Radiant Worldhopper 12. Onyx Flamingo: Kir, Kleptomaniac Scout 13. Opal Lion: Tnaidar, Scout Radiant Worldhopper 14. Pearl Chameleon: Purrl, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Radiant Worldhopper 15. Plum Rhinoceros: Logalog, Scholar Sympathizer Worldhopper 16. Quartz Zebra: Arauna Khadal, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Sympathizer Worldhopper 17. Saffron Iguana: Merinira, Scout 18. Sage Kangaroo: Gilglin, Ardent (Devotary of the Mind) 19. Salmon Meerkat: Cadamum, Ghostblood Recruit 20. Scarlet Octopus: Max Mercury, Past Lives Sympathizer Worldhopper 21. Sunburst Toucan: Tafud, Slightly Crazy 22. Taupe Gecko: Brana, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 23. Turquoise Gorilla: Bomer, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 24. Violet Axolotl: Adi, Anxious
  6. Sein's death has now been edited in, written by Emerald Falcon! Go check it out!
  7. So I fell asleep in a chair for two hours and need to go back to bed asap so this’ll be quick it’s Night 5 here’s a writeup Fifth did because he’s lovely and capable of staying awake sein’s is not done yet because I fell asleep and also know absolutely nothing about destiny help The squadron of spearmen marched through the lit corridor of Urithiru leading to the Breakaway. They were the first of the reinforcements which Dalinar had promised Kareana, and while there were no Radiants among their number (quite intentionally), they would still help secure a greater portion of the tower city, especially the parts which were already scouted. At their head was Brightlord and Major-General Vamah, who was an interesting choice of Dalinar’s; Kareana thought him something of an incompetent fop, with more knowledge of Roshar’s flora and fauna than of tactics and fighting, but that also made him easier to direct. Perhaps that was Dalinar’s way of indicating that she was still in charge of the expedition, despite the need to send a high-ranking officer to reassure the ordinary troops going there. She smiled, the thought cheering her as she greeted Vamah warmly, if with a slight edge. The man returned the greeting, sitting cross-legged on the cold stone floor as Kareana briefed him on the Unmade and other knowledge from their most current scouting. Vamah mostly nodded throughout the exchange, asking a polite question here or there about certain areas, and when Kareana had finished, he stood up to his full height. “Thank you for the information, Brightness, which I am sure will be useful to us as we aid you in your scouting. I’ve certainly heard enough about the thirty-eighth floor to want to avoid it, and the other areas where men have been murdered. However, I do wonder about a certain thing; if you’re really limiting scouting expeditions to three parties a day, the entire squad doesn’t need to go with them every time. In fact, they’d probably just get in the way. What if I took a fourth group of just soldiers into a lower-risk or cleared area to do further investigations? It costs you nothing, and we may learn something useful.” Kareana frowned, weighing Vamah’s request. The idea seemed good enough, and was perhaps the mathematically soundest distribution of soldiers, but she did worry still about the shadows. Without Radiant protection, half a squadron of soldiers would still be essentially dead meat, and with it, they would be baggage. She shrugged slightly. It was the man’s own life he gambled with, in the end. “I do hope you fully understand the risks these shadowed beings could pose,” Kareana cautioned him, “but you’re certainly free to explore if you wish to. Just know that no Radiant will be permitted to wander off alone with you or anybody else, so if you get neck deep in trouble, you’re bailing yourself out.” Vamah smiled. “Understood, Brightness. We will report anything strange to you, naturally, including the shadows.” If you make it back alive, fools! Kareana raged inside her head. She breathed deeply. The major-general would likely never understand until he had encountered the things himself, which, hopefully, would never happen. She dismissed him with a wave to search the fifty-eighth floor, a cleared level, and with that dismissed him from her mind. She had more important things to worry about than the potential death of a foolish general; the matter of the actual death of a number of dependable and sensible Radiants was far more of a blow, and one they could ill afford to take several more times. With more planning and a firmer grip on the small remainder, however, Kareana hoped to demonstrate that the Knights Radiant could unite, cleanse themselves, and be the beacons they were meant to be. They just needed to stop the infighting. The last soldier stepped back onto the lift system, preparing the ropes to have them be moved back up to the Breakaway. Vamah’s first exhibition had been an unmitigated success; the fifty-eighth floor was devoid of shadows and suspicion, and his squadron had found several artifacts, mostly gemstones, which the ancient Radiants had used. He nodded to his lieutenant. “You have the sample for Brightness Kareana?” The man nodded in reply, gesturing to the large gemstone secured in his breast pocket. “Excellent. I’ll take another look at that structure back there, and will be up with you all in a minute.” Some of the squad frowned, unwilling to leave their leader, but most were aware of Vamah’s eccentricity, and these were the ones who seized the ropes and began ascending the lift, silencing objections. Vamah grinned, setting off at a good clip as the squad left him. Urithiru would be full of ancient mysteries and technology just waiting to be discovered, and the central structure of the inner chamber on this level was one such contraption. It looked to be a sort of furnace or fireplace, with a large shaft shooting upwards for ventilation, and a grill of metal between its inner workings and the frame he could see. As to how it worked, that was another mystery. Was it powered by Stormlight, or could an ordinary match set it ablaze? The latter could be tested, at least. He took a small match out of his coat, struck it, and threw it between the bars of the grill. A loud whoosh of flame came to his ears as the furnace came to life, crackling red-hot. With the illumination, he could see that the large grill in front could be opened, presumably to incinerate objects, or to forge ordinary steel—perhaps it was simply abandoned by a craftsman who lived in the great city initially. Swinging open the grill, he peered against the bright light inside the contraption, looking for clues of its ownership or origin. As he did so, he felt his shadow growing darker behind him, and froze. Was this what Kareana had warned him about? Glancing over his shoulder, he saw with horror an oily black figure seem to rise from the ground, resolve itself into humanoid form, and push, sending the unfortunate major-general toppling into the furnace. There would be for him no return. As night fell in the towers of Urithiru, Jesh and Jonan sat together, whispering. "I miss Trisk," Jesh said. "I hope she's okay." "Yeah," said Jonan. "We'll go find our axehounds once we're done helping Sein, okay?" Jesh pouted. "We could find them now." "It's not safe for us to split up and be alone. There are dangerous things out there. Murderers," Jonan said. He cast a wary glance at the entraces to the room around him. Some of the spheres were already dun after days of use by Radiants, so the room was only dimly lit by a bowl on the edge of the room. They cast strange shadows on the corners of the room. "Sein goes off by himself all the time," Jesh said. "Yeah, but he's a Ghost-whatever. I'm not sure he even knows about the Odium sympathizers running around and killing everyone," Jonan said. They spent a moment in silence. Another sphere went out, the last of its Stormlight finally leaking away. Then Jesh quietly ventured, "What if Sein's one of the murderers?" "Come on, kid, you know he's not," Jonan said. But he spoke as if trying to convince himself. He had heard the other Radiants murmuring to themselves about the weird little spren. He was strange, they said. He couldn't be trusted, they said. With a chill, he remembered Brightness Kareana's words. "Don't trust the spren here. They could be corrupted." A loud screeching sounded outside. Then another. "Voidbringers!" Jesh said. Jonan leapt to his feet. "Get behind me, Jesh." He held his hand out for his Shardblade, heart hammering. Ten....nine... It was so dark out there. He couldn't see into the corridors. His Shardblade manifested in his hand, and at the same time something whizzed towards his face. He swung towards it. "Got some signal! I'm transmitting back to Sol --" The Shardblade connected just as Sein moved into the light. It sliced easily through his shell and fuzzed though his bright blue eye. Light exploded out of his core. Jonan threw up his arm to protect himself, but it passed harmlessly through him. The two halves of Sein clattered to the floor. In another universe, in another time, a Hive Wizard received a signal. She was a fearsome sight, with three glowing green eyes and tough carapace for skin. Three Guardians surrounded her, pumping magazine after magazine of bullets into her that were absorbed harmlessly into a shield of energy. She didn't appear to pay them any attention. "Hmmmmm," Dûl Incaru said. "A world full of secrets, murders, and trickery? Mother will want to know of this." She idly waved her arm, and a moment later the three Guardians dropped dead. A vicious grin split her face. "Oh, yes. Let's see if their cunning stands up to ours." Major-General Vamah was a loyal... soldier I guess Emerald Falcon (Sein) was a loyal worldhopper! here have a vote count Emerald Falcon (3): Amethyst Scorpion, Magenta Albatross, Saffron Iguana Amethyst Scorpion (1): Emerald Falcon Mint Heron (1): Mauve Crocodile Salmon Meerkat (0): Mint Heron Sunburst Toucan (0): Salmon Meerkat night five has begun and will end in 22 hours etc etc PMs are still open I can’t be bothered with a player list right now goodnight everyone (don’t worry we’re changing rollover time soon so this won’t happen again) (probably)
  8. All GM PMs should be sent out, let me know if you didn't get one, I'm going to bed.
  9. Day 5: A Blaze of Fire The night was still and quiet. In the main chamber, Radiants and scribes slept everywhere, with barely room to walk between bedrolls at times. The only sounds were snoring and the occasional shift of movement from a restless sleeper. Jashi had fallen asleep notes still in hand, trying to recalculate the storm schedule. It might have been a habit for her - her ink was stoppered up, so that she couldn’t knock it over in her sleep. Beside her, Germaine snored lightly. Jashi had taken a bit of a liking to the old man that most of the Radiants hadn’t. His habit of cryptically quoting scripture in response to questions was a bit difficult to deal with at times. Nearby, Tnaidar was sprawled out, exhausted from days of scouting. He was determined to get this over as soon as possible - and if long days mapping meant less time spent around Sympathisers, all the better. A few people were still awake, of course. Kareana had set guards in case anyone tried anything at night. Jonan was tossing and turning not far from Tnaidar, trying his best to sleep and not imagine Gren alone and hungry... And Max Mercury was awake, of course. He crouched a little ways away from Jashi, and quietly struck sparks from his flint, which floated down to land on a string that stretched away from him into the space between Germaine and Tnaidar, where it ended in a small package Max had bought on another world. He knew he needed to leave soon, before anyone noticed, but he hesitated for a moment, watching the flames burn along the string. He hated not to see the product of his work up close. Sighing, he rose to his feet and began backing away as quietly as he could, keeping one eye on the string. He was only a few feet away when bang! The package exploded into a storm of fire, hot enough that Max could feel the heat on his face from here, and the blankets and bedrolls were the perfect fodder for it to grow. Max grinned. Perfect. Jonan wasted no time as the flames began to soar high, hearing the screams of several Radiants caught within their grasp slowly fading as they choked or burned. He rolled away from the consuming blaze, putting out several of the smaller fires that had caught in his cloak, and drew his sword. A conventional blade, but a good one, made of tempered steel which had stood the test of twenty years at his side. Plucking an unlit torch from the wall beside him and lighting it on the steadily advancing tongues of flame, he whirled to face the man who he had seen start the fire: Max Mercury, who appeared to be trying to escape from both the flames and detection. Already he was a silhouetted figure, and in the turmoil of the burning level he seemed to be making a dash for the door. Jonan sprinted to catch up, but Max was easily outstripping him. Where did that man get his speed to outstrip Jonan? It seemed preposterous. A blurred figure suddenly sprang out of the shadows of the room and turned to face Max as he made his way towards the door. The baying of an axehound came to his ears, and the creature sprang, knocking Mercury down in what it thought was a game, and enthusiastically tugging on his cloak. Mercury swore, unable to escape without being detected, and tried to pry his cloak free. The creature hung on gamely, its eyes bulging as it tugged on the cloak. Jonan felt a surge of hope. It was Gren! He redoubled his pace, breathing raggedly. He had to reach Mercury, kill him, and rescue Gren. But twenty paces was still a wide gap, and with horror he saw Mercury draw his sword and tense, preparing to kill Gren. In a stroke of the Almighty’s own luck, his pet saw the blade come out, and abruptly retreated, whimpering as it scampered out the door and into the staircase between levels. Mercury turned to follow, but now Jonan was there. Tears running down his face from the fire and from having Gren slip his grasp another time, he dove at Mercury, tackling him to the ground. They rolled in a heap away from the doorway, towards the spreading blaze, and Jonan felt the heat getting more intense. He couldn’t pin Mercury to him forever, or both of them would die; besides, the man had drawn a dagger from within his belt and would kill him easily with it, even if he was grappled. Letting go, he changed the direction of his roll, managing to avoid being plunged into the flames themselves, instead rising with a cough from behind a nearby outcropping of rock which had been allowed to remain in its natural form. He could see the twisted red veins running through it, and shuddered. Evil was everywhere these days, it seemed. He took a quick self-diagnostic as he peered into the bright and raging inferno, looking for signs of Mercury. His skin felt singed at the very least, and the air, already thin, was filled with smoke, but he would live yet. Mercury appeared, and looked to be in worse condition; his cloak was nearly gone, and not just because of Gren, and his face was burnt with a large mark on its side. But he was not dead, and the sheer resolve in his posture made Jonan subconsciously retreat, stepping backwards slowly as he approached with a thin sword in one hand and a dagger in the other. Then he remembered who he was facing, and gritted his teeth. He held his sword in front of him, the shadows from the torch he held illuminating Mercury’s snarl of hatred and casting shadows on his face, from which his eyes, reddened and piercing, leapt out. Then Mercury himself leapt, spinning at Jonan with almost superhuman speed and lunging with sword and dagger. It truly had begun, then. Catching the dagger between the metal tines of the torch he bore in his right hand, Jonan twisted, feeling a surge of pleasure as the heat and pressure forced Mercury to drop the dagger, and withdraw his hand sharply before it was badly burnt. Then the man’s sword came crashing down on top of his with overwhelming force, sending a shock through Jonan’s entire frame and bringing him to his knees. He was wielding his own sword with the wrong hand because of the torch, and Mercury took full advantage, quickly darting at the kneeling man with his own blade. One, two, three jabs, and Jonan was on the floor, disarmed with blood flowing from his arm and side. Mercury clearly has no intentions of letting this go any longer than it had to. He panicked. He was dying, and Mercury would still get away with the murders! Throwing the torch with the strength left in his injured arm, he watched in satisfaction as it struck Mercury fully as he tried to approach further, setting the already dried and burnt frame of the man ablaze once more. He shrieked in pain, desperately shedding his burning cloak and coat, but dropping his sword to do so. Jonan saw his last chance here. Grabbing the torch from where it had fallen, though it was now unlit, he set the prongs in Mercury’s chest and shoved. There was one last gibbering shriek as his adversary lost balance, toppling backwards into the inferno, then a new blossom of purple flame sprang up where he had fallen. It would be the only gravestone for the four slain that lay within the blaze’s grasp. Scarlet Octopus (Max Mercury) was a Odium Sympathiser Worldhopper! Amber Vulture (Jashi) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Coral Swan (Germaine) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Opal Lion (Tnaidar) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Magenta Albatross (Jonan) was attacked, but didn’t die! PMs are open. GM PMs are being sent out, please be patient. All credit to Fifth for the latter half of the writeup, which is amazing. Day 5 has begun, and will end in 46-ish hours on January 9th at 1am Eastern. Player List 1. Amber Vulture: Jashi, Stormwarden Radiant Worldhopper 2. Amethyst Scorpion: Jesh, Lost Axehound 3. Chartreuse Penguin: Taladir, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 4. Coral Swan: Germaine, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 5. Cream Tuatara: Dfyan, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 6. Emerald Falcon: Sein, Inquisitive 7. Indigo Weasel: Adhom Inem, Ardent 8. Ivory Dragonfly: Krask, Conspiracy Theorist Sympathizer Worldhopper 9. Magenta Albatross: Jonan Wikim, Lost Axehound (Gren) 10. Mauve Crocodile: Sernes, Paranoid Scout 11. Mint Heron: Sam, Once a Darkeyes 12. Onyx Flamingo: Kir, Kleptomaniac Scout 13. Opal Lion: Tnaidar, Scout Radiant Worldhopper 14. Pearl Chameleon: Purrl, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Radiant Worldhopper 15. Plum Rhinoceros: Logalog, Scholar Sympathizer Worldhopper 16. Quartz Zebra: Arauna Khadal, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Sympathizer Worldhopper 17. Saffron Iguana: Merinira, Scout 18. Sage Kangaroo: Gilglin, Ardent (Devotary of the Mind) 19. Salmon Meerkat: Cadamum, Ghostblood Recruit 20. Scarlet Octopus: Max Mercury, Past Lives Sympathizer Worldhopper 21. Sunburst Toucan: Tafud, Slightly Crazy 22. Taupe Gecko: Brana, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 23. Turquoise Gorilla: Bomer, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 24. Violet Axolotl: Adi, Anxious
  10. Fourth try is an improvement, but I still do not need to deal with this at 3am. One more message to be added (and a lot of spacing to fix) and I'm off to bed. Remember, folks, PMs are closed!
  11. Day 4: A Dangerous Blade When Logalog disappeared, the Radiants scattered in dismay. “Where’d he go?” “What the storms...?” But a few recognized what happened - those who had gone for Tnaidar the day before, for instance, quickly realized that it was exactly the same phenomenon. But even fewer knew what to do about that - even if he was in the Cognitive Realm, how were they supposed to find him? But one girl smiled. She had a plan. Logalog couldn’t go nearly as far as he’d wanted to before he had to drop back into the city. Landing hard in a corridor that looked... well, the same as any other corridor in this city. Boring. He sniffed the air, and coughed at the amount of dust he’d stirred up in his landing. Still, no immediate dangers was a start. Now he just had to figure out how to get back to Mossflower... The scary shadow lady had said Odium could send him back, but he was beginning to wonder if this Odium person even would. Still. He didn’t see many other options at this point. Maybe he’d at least go back to the lady and ask her for a concrete number - how many of these Radiants exactly did he have to kill for his side of the bargain filled? He hoped not too many more. They were quite pesky, honestly. For now, though, Logalog settled down with his rapier beside him. No one knew where he was, and he was tired - shame on him, getting tired after only a bit of rowing! His tribe would laugh for days when he got back. Purrl crept through the corridors. She knew the... shrew, he’d said he was? Strange word, that... couldn’t have gotten far. The Cognitive Realm was taxing even with preparation, and she somehow doubted he’d prepared in advance for the event of being chased by a dozen (rightfully) murderous Radiants. So, he wasn’t far. And if she was lucky, he’d landed - deliberately or not - in a vacant area, which meant he was the only lifeform for a ways. Which itself meant... She pulled out another vial of Bronze and downed it. Seeking wasn’t quite the same here, but she’d had plenty of practice. She couldn’t do anything as fine as distinguishing Radiant orders yet - she could barely determine planet if she tried - but just sensing the presence of some kind of magic? Simple. And given how Logalog had disappeared, he definitely had some kind of magic. All she had to do was keep walking until something... She stopped and closed her eyes, concentrating. One floor up - maybe two? And a little... she walked forward with her eyes still closed, hands in front of her to make sure she didn’t hit anything too hard. Forward, a bit left, a bit further... there. One floor up, definitely. She grinned, marking the place mentally - one of the advantage of so much scouting was that she was learning the layout of Urithiru like the back of her hand. Then she turned, running lightly for the nearest stairwell. Logalog was hers. Logalog stirred from his sleep earlier than a human could’ve, his ears picking up light footsteps - trying to be quiet, clearly, but their lack of furred paws made it a doomed attempt. Why don’t they just put fur on their shoes? he wondered briefly, before dismissing the thought and grabbing his rapier. Only one person, though, just around the next bed. And they’d clearly found him despite the fact that he was in a completely vacant and uninteresting section of Urithiru, meaning they probably could again. No point in running, then. He grinned. A fight, then. Fantastic. On feet far quieter than his assailant’s, he padded forward, then lunged forward around the corner of the hallway, rapier out in front of him. Purrl yelped at the sudden pain in her arm and hurriedly backed away from the giant furred animal. She’d been so focused on approaching quietly that she hadn’t heard or sensed him coming nearer. At least it had been her safehand arm. The things were really quite impractical, she thought for the hundredth time. She could fix that, but she hadn’t realized she was so close - she’d been waiting to down her vials until truly necessary, since getting them on Roshar was annoyingly difficult. She’d hoped, really, that she’d be able to catch the shrew sleeping. Ah well. She fumbled for her belt, keeping her eyes on the shrew, and grabbed a vial as he lunged at her. Logalog chortled in delight. Not only was his attacker all alone, she was Purrl! The one who’d gone after Arauna a couple of days ago! Perhaps that’d count extra with Re-Shephir. And she didn’t even seem armed - she tried to grab something from her belt, so he lunged at her to throw her off. She managed anyway, but all that was in her hand was... a little bottle of some sort? She downed it in a practiced motion, without even taking her eyes off him, then frowned and tried to reach for her belt again. This time, he lunged close in enough to nearly nick her wrist before she drew it back. He grinned, darting his rapier closer and closer to her. She really was unarmed, wasn’t she? She wasn’t even showing any of that weird magic or anything. He lunged in for the kill. Purrl swore mentally. She’d intended to grab pewter, to stave off the pain from her arm and give her enough speed to grab a few other vials as well, but he’d thrown off her hand. She’d ended up with iron, which was decidedly less useful. At least it wasn’t gold, she chided herself. This will have to do. She went for another vial, but he was too fast. Lord Ruler, how is he so fast? She hadn’t been trained for this, she reflected bitterly. She was supposed to be an informant, not a rusting warrior! But she knew enough to know when he stopped toying and went for her. Panicked, she Pulled his rapier towards her, trying to at least throw off his aim. She was only partly successful. The rapier flew past and clattered to the ground far behind her, but it sliced into the side of her neck as it did. Rusts, rusts, rusts! Purrl pressed her safehand against the side of her neck, trying to stem the flow of blood, but she knew she didn’t have long. She’d have to make this count. She closed her eyes and focused. Then she flared iron, Pulling the rapier behind her as hard as she could, and immediately fell to the side. Laying down really felt nice, she thought groggily, her left hand slackening as she lost the ability to press it tight. But she smiled, because her last sight was the rapier embedding itself deep in Logalog’s chest. In the city of legends where Radiants go, The paths are fraught with danger. Its ways are long and hard and slow, Through foe and hostile stranger. A Radiant’s heart must never fail, Or falter in his oaths. But those who live to tell the tale, Have strength and Honour both. Twixt sky and sky where few birds fly I look above to see A city set above the clouds— Impossibility! Within it as the dawn breaks clear Its sleepers come awake, See red blood flow, a shrew lies dead, An oath-destroying snake. So fly and sing, the Almighty is King. In stony levels high above, The blade struck well and true. But still deep-set, see lurking yet Another snake or two. Below, the earth is changing shape: Red storms of colour deep Threaten the lifted teeth of land Into the sea to sweep. So fly and sing, the Almighty is King. Beyond this, much is lost to mist, But here and there I see A treachery of shadowed men— ‘Tis no rest for the free. O fellow Radiants of the land, Swear true and do not fall. So onward search the caverns deep, E’en where the Unmade calls. So fly and sing, the Almighty is King. The days are growing darker, see The beacon shining bright Of you, O Radiants, men of old, The guardians in the night. Men leave you as you journey on, But your Oaths fulfilled be Till sky and water clash in might, And sun drown in the sea. So fly and sing, the Almighty is King. Pearl Chameleon (Purrl) was a Loyal Knight Radiant Worldhopper! Plum Rhinoceros (Logalog) was a Odium Sympathizer Worldhopper! PMs are CLOSED. Edgedancer Messages Day 3 has begun and will end in 47 hours at 1am Pacific Time on January 6th. Credit to Fifth for the poems, which are fantastic. Player List 1. Amber Vulture: Jashi, Stormwarden 2. Amethyst Scorpion: Jesh, Lost Axehound 3. Chartreuse Penguin: Taladir, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 4. Coral Swan: Germaine, Scholar 5. Cream Tuatara: Dfyan, Scholar Radiant Worldhopper 6. Emerald Falcon: Sein, Inquisitive 7. Indigo Weasel: Adhom Inem, Ardent 8. Ivory Dragonfly: Krask, Conspiracy Theorist Sympathizer Worldhopper 9. Magenta Albatross: Jonan Wikim, Lost Axehound (Gren) 10. Mauve Crocodile: Sernes, Paranoid Scout 11. Mint Heron: Sam, Once a Darkeyes 12. Onyx Flamingo: Kir, Kleptomaniac Scout 13. Opal Lion: Tnaidar, Scout 14. Pearl Chameleon: Purrl, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Radiant Worldhopper 15. Plum Rhinoceros: Logalog, Scholar Sympathizer Worldhopper 16. Quartz Zebra: Arauna Khadal, Adolin’s Former Girlfriend Sympathizer Worldhopper 17. Saffron Iguana: Merinira, Scout 18. Sage Kangaroo: Gilglin, Ardent (Devotary of the Mind) 19. Salmon Meerkat: Cadamum, Ghostblood Recruit 20. Scarlet Octopus: Max Mercury, Past Lives 21. Sunburst Toucan: Tafud, Slightly Crazy 22. Taupe Gecko: Brana, Scholar 23. Turquoise Gorilla: Bomer, Gambler Radiant Worldhopper 24. Violet Axolotl: Adi, Anxious