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Long Game 95: The Fire of Ado's Light On a planet deep within a cloud of red stars, a rock shifted. White tendrils quickly circled the offending stone as a figure approached with a curious expression. Doubt would characterize it best. It had been so long since someone had used this method of communication. Only a few dozen people had ever known it. Seventeen, to be precise. And most of them were dead. Victims of Rayse’s dark quest, only for Rayse to fall alone. Korellium Avast and the research fellows on Silverlight had seen to that. It had been so long since then. So, so long since the death of Adonalsium. So, so long since the first University, the first outbreak. So, so long since Autonomy reigned. So, so long since the cycle had repeated. How many times had it been? How many Shards had he seen rise and fall? No, only one individual he knew still used these old stones. He grabbed it from the bone-white vines, flipped it over. To even the Invested eye, nothing had changed. But his eyes bore more than just Investiture. He could see the slightly darker lines in the stone, etched by the rearranging of the very axi of the many layers of rock. Microkinesis, matching a similarly altered rock halfway across “Is the Last Word safe?” The figure sighed softly. Old friend. What have you done. Still, he eventually touched the rock’s surface, replying with a simple “Yes.” The response was quick. “Khriss has begun to make a move towards the Facility. She was not a party to the agreement and will not abide to its rules. And…" the changing of the rock paused for a while. "And nor am I. We need to fix the mistake we made. Help me. Please.” “I can’t. The cosmere is stable.” “And you know how well that stability lasted last time. Autonomy nearly destroyed us all.” The figure stopped. He was right. He had been right far too often. But it was still too dangerous. Silverlight was better now. Stronger. It would hold against the Ire, the Iri, any force in the cosmere. But those two… “I know you will do what you think is right, Cephandrius. But I must as well. You know this.” The figure held the rock for a long, long time before it shifted again. “I know.” The figure closed his eyes. So it begins. Then the rock shifted again. "And another thing. Bavadin lives." The figure's suddenly-scaled hand dropped the rock. The vines caught it and lowered it to the ground. Bavadin? How? It didn't matter, did it. It was finally time to leave this place. An impossible distance away, three beings entered Silverlight’s Shardic Research Facility. It technically had been attached to SilverPoly, but over time, and after the events that kickstarted the old Age of Autonomy, it had been… reinforced to some degree. Perhaps not large enough of one. One man entered the facility in disguise, Light weaving together a jolly persona cracking jokes with the staff, accepted without a second glance with all who saw him. One woman entered by simply going through a wall, emerging on the other side old but kindly, wearing the uniform of a professor. The third was, technically, neither, but instead appeared as a well-dressed man at the front office of the Facility. Chairman Lorn Haemtes called for his secretary, but he didn’t seem to hear. “Hello, Lorn. Good to finally meet,” the figure said, reaching out a hand to shake. Ice curled from his fingertips, forming ever-so-soft claws. “... Frost,” Lorn said, bewildered. “I thought you’d never… I thought Yolen was…” “That can wait,” the dragon said. “Khriss has attained her secondary goal, and Hoid has left us alone on respect no longer. They will find an ear here, and others will find the chaos an ample time to experiment on Investitures restricted. We must prepare.” Frost turned, thinking. Thinking of the danger, the preparations, and the fourth being he knew would be manifesting here soon. But what could be done to prepare against the Shards themselves? * * * Welcome to Long Game 95: The Fire of Ado's Light! This is a game heavily built on Seonid's LG43: Under the Banner of Adonalsium, and is rather complex as most Shard Games tend to be. The Researchers of Silverlight have managed to re-contain the sixteen Shards of Adonalsium in their facility in the Cognitive Realm, but Hoid and Khriss have arrived in order to enact their own agendas. Meanwhile Frost has arrived from Yolen to prepare for the storm about to arrive, and from the reaches of the cosmere the power of Autonomy has found its original Vessel... The full rules for the game can be found HERE; the majority of them will be posted below. I @Ashbringer will be your GM, and @Amanuensis will be your co-GM. There are secret rules that cover only the Shard's Independent win conditions, everything else is public. However, because of how complicated things are, a few rules may change / have clarifications throughout the signup period, and a few things (namely the number of Conversions or Avatars that are given out) depend on exact player count. General Rules: Factions: Mechanics: Charges of Investiture: Shards: Order of Actions: Clarifications and Changelog: Okay I think that's everything. The game will start at 10:00 PM PDT / 5:00 AM GMT (+1 Day) on JUNE 5th, which will be the general rollover time. (Note that the game also starts on Night Zero instead of Day One.) Because this is such a large game, I'd need at least 20 people to sign up to play, and the more the merrier! Or 19, 19 is almost 20 right Participants: Quick Links:

Long Game 89: Blessings of Metal The Third Generation of Kandra has always been said to be one of the most rebellious, but in the days before Contracts and when the Flaw was well known, the Second Generation and the Third Generation had quite a... disagreement in whether to unite all kandra into the Homeland or to scatter those that wished to leave into the winds. The Second feared the spreading kandra could bring Ruin upon their race, while the Third thought it was the only way to Preserve it, and words were no longer enough to determine which would prevail. Basics: Blessings: I @Ashbringer will be your GM, with @Devotary of Spontaneity as your IM. I would be partial to having a co-GM, as I am a college student and... quite busy! Writeups will likely be minimal as well but RP is as always encouraged. Signups will end (as of now) at 8:00 PM PDT on Saturday, September 17th. Unless something else changes from then. Maybe. ... I think that's all I need to say? Rule Clarifications: Participants: Quick Links

A long time ago, in a universe far, far away…. Long Game 83 The Survivor The cosmere is in turmoil. The COSMERE PLANETARY CONFEDERATION has enforced prosperity across the galaxy, but a new threat to peace has begun to rise from Roshar. A secret envoy of specially trained MISTBORN, equipped with the latest in medallion technology, is hidden on a convoy ship called THE SURVIVOR. Their goal is to infiltrate the Rosharan society and quell this growing rebellion as soon as possible. Peace must be achieved at all costs. On their journey through SHADESMAR, the crew of The Survivor find themselves suddenly forced from the Realm, their Cognitive Drive destroyed. Once they appear in the vast nothingness of space, they are ambushed by a collection of starfighters. They manage to escape the attack, but some have begun to suspect plots of mutiny…. Halluk ran through the halls of The Survivor, her heart hammering. The starfighters were out there in the vacuum of space, trying to fight off the ships that were trying to kill them all. She and the other engineers had been summoned to the engine room to figure out what was going on with the Cognitive Drive. One moment they had been in Shadesmar, the next they had been flying through the Physical Realm. The engine room was mass chaos. Everyone was looking at the Cognitive Drive and trying to figure out what had happened. Others were trying to get the warp drives active. The system had not been prepared for a sudden shift between the Realms, so they were not activated yet. “Someone get me a primer!” Denno, the lead engineer, yelled. He was not even breathing with how stressed he was, relying on his metalminds. Halluk could understand how he was feeling. Halluk watched as several engineers ran to get a primer cube, though they realized that only one of them needed to get it. Looking around the room, Halluk tried to figure out what had happened. The Cognitive Drive was smoking, and her heart sank. That level of damage was not an easy fix. Denno’s stress seemed even more understandable. “We have no idea how it happened,” Jarna said, walking up to her and resting his hand on her shoulder. Halluk relaxed into his touch, her breathing returning to normal. “I was the first one here. I found it smoking like this, and none of the warp drives were active.” “That’s so strange,” Halluk whispered, looking around at all of the engineers. “No kidding,” Jarna said. The ship shuttered then, some of the lights flickering. Jarna looked up, and Halluk couldn’t help but feel worried. They were sitting here talking about some engines and what went wrong with them while the pilots were out there fighting and dying for them. Denno walked up to them, shaking his head. “The warp drives are activating. If those fighters out there can get us out of this mess, we can finally start going faster.” He sighed. “The Cognitive Drive is busted though. It got messed up good. We must’ve passed through a particularly strong Cognitive Anomaly.” Halluk nodded. Those could cause havoc on the drives, especially if you did not realize you were about to pass through one. Jarna just pursed his lips and nodded as Denno walked away. That’s odd, Halluk thought to herself. He’s not normally so upset by Denno, even if he doesn’t like the man. “Are you alright?” Halluk asks. “You seem-” “Not here.” Jarna whispers. “I think something is wrong. Let’s go.” Arval’s knuckles turned white as he pulled another tight maneuver to avoid his tail. The rusting bastard was good, and their ship was right on Arval’s tail. Blaster fire scattered across Arval’s shield and the shield finally flickered and died. Now or never, Arval thought. He suddenly turned his ship down, or down compared to how he had been flying through space, and burned bendalloy before his tail could react, pushing the limits of the bubble as far as he could. His ship flipped around, and he shot his blasters at the same time he stopped burning bendalloy. Time seemed to rush back to normal as the bubble disappeared, and the blaster fire obliterated his opponent. Arval just barely missed the rubble of the imploding ship as he flew by, back towards The Survivor. “Wow,” Vyrum said over his comm, “that was impressive. I honestly thought you were a goner.” “Thank you for your confidence,” Arval said, “but I couldn’t die today. That would’ve left you in command, and we all know how much of a disaster that would have been.” Nella, Goradel, and Isak, those of their squad that had survived the assault, laughed over the comm. “I’ll have you know,” Vyrum said, “I would have 100% known what to do if you’d died. I was too far to come rescue you, but I would have valiantly fought in your name.” “I don’t know if I’d call what you do fighting,” Isak said, his ship coming up next to Arval’s. “It’s more like just trying to survive.” “That’s enough,” Arval said. “Let’s get back to the ship before they decide to leave without us before more fighters show up. We lost way too many people today.” They’d managed to get the last of them before Arval had been chased down by his enemy, but Arval was certain that they would see more of the rebels if they stuck around. As they made their turns docking inside The Survivor, Arval had everyone in the different squads give him their battle reports. Most squads, groups of 8 fighters, had lost at least 2 fighters. His squad, Black Squad, had been lucky to only lose three people. He tried to not think about Alin, Yndbeth, and Noura. It was simply the life of a soldier, losing people in battle. Once they all landed, Arval waited until everyone had made their way out of the hangars before leaving. Unfortunately, he got stopped by a messenger in the middle of the hallway. “Commander Arval?” the messenger asked. “Captain Kellian requests your presence for a debriefing.” “Is it really necessary right now?” “He said it was urgent.” Arval sighed. “I’ll be there soon.” Arval walked into the bridge and found Captain Kellian there. There were fewer people there than normal, just his assistant captain Somah and the lead navigator Byndweth. They seemed to be really tense. “You needed me, sir?” Arval asked. Kellian turned around. “There you finally are. We don’t have much time. Tell me everything that happened out there.” Arval did not hesitate before he began relaying everything he could remember from the battle. They had fallen out of the Cognitive Realm and found themselves ambushed by a group of rebel fighters. Within 15 minutes they had mobilized several squads to intercept them and keep the shields of The Survivor online. Once the whole of the starfighters had been deployed, it had been a relatively quick battle, though a very brutal one. The enemy had suffered more casualties, and had seemed much more willing to risk their lives. There had been few survivors. Kellian grimaced at this point, though motioned for Arval to continue. So he did, talking about how many pilots they had lost and what they still had at their disposal. If they were attacked again, it was very unlikely they would make it out alive. “That’s enough,” Kellian said, motioning for Arval to stop. “I have heard enough.” Arval nodded, and moved to leave, though Kellian stopped him. “What do you still need from me, sir?” Kellian looked at Somah and Byndweth, and they nodded. “We think we have been infiltrated by some of the rebels,” Kellian said. “We do not know how many, or who they are, but everything lined up too perfectly for this to be a coincidence.” “I was watching the radar very carefully,” Byndweth said, “and there were no Cognitive Anomalies within our path.” She paused, shaking her head. Arval’s heart stopped “What do you mean?” He said cautiously. “To put it simply,” Somah said, “we believe that someone sabotaged our Cognitive Drive, just the right time for us to return to the Physical Realm where a flight of rebel starfighters were waiting for us. They were not expecting us to have as many fighters as we did, or were expecting the surprise of us falling into the Physical Realm to make it easier for them to kill us.” “What if it really was just a coincidence?” Arval asked. “The enemy seemed just as unprepared as I felt fighting them.” “Do you really think it could be a coincidence?” Kellian asked, genuine surprise on his face. “Our named mission in the logs as a diplomatic envoy sent for the upcoming celebrations on Roshar would give no reason for those fighters to try and kill us once we dropped into their space. Our real mission would be much more reason for them to fight us. And the only way they would know our real mission would be if there were traitors amongst us.” Arval could hardly believe what he was hearing. They were on their way to secretly destroy a rebellion. If they had some of those same rebels amongst them, armed with the same level of medallion technology as the rest of them…. “What do you expect me to do with this information?” Arval asked. “Do you want me to lock away the pilots? Interrogate them? I would hate to do that, but I could-” “No, no, don’t do that,” Kellian said. “We don’t want to cause mass panic. We are going to be discreet about this, act as if we have not realized what is happening. And we will watch everyone very closely. We can find the traitors amongst us.” Arval could not decide if Kellian’s words were reassuring or not. Welcome to LG83: The Survivor! I am excited to finally run these rules for all of you, and I hope you enjoy. My IM for this game will be @Devotary of Spontaneity, who you can go to if you have any concerns with other players or need to talk to someone about how you are feeling about the game. I am also more than willing to help if Devo cannot, but I would request you go to her first. Primarily because I will only be closely paying attention the thread during the hours shortly before and after rollover because I have classes and do require sleep. I will be posting the rules themselves into this post, though I will also be attaching a link to the google doc for ease of access. You can find the rules here. I would recommend checking the rules doc more than this post, as I will be updating that more often with rule clarifications than this post. Signups will end on February 15th at 8 pm CST. The game will start as soon as I can get everything posted and PMs sent out to everyone. Rollover for each turn will take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. As a fair warning, some of the Night turns will need to be 48 hours long to accommodate my real life schedule. I will let everyone know in advance. The first Night where this is an issue is Night 2. Also, if anyone wants to co-GM with me to get experience or even to just help out, that would be appreciated. I could certainly use help keeping track of everything and potentially help with write-ups. If you want to help me out, send me a PM or a DM on Discord. I am more likely to see the latter. EDIT: @Experience has offered and is now my co-GM. Rules: Rule Clarifications: Participants: Quick Links:

Yoden walked through the streets of Garmet, listening to the crowds of people quietly discussing the latest news from the political convention that was meeting in this otherwise quiet city in the far reaches of the Elendel Basin. The People’s Republic of Elendel was nearing its 25th year since its founding, but that did not mean everyone was happy with the way things were now. With the latest rebel attacks up north in Drypost and Mycondwel, tensions were high throughout the Republic. So, to quell tensions between the capital and some of the outer cities, a group of prominent politicians and influential figures had come all the way out here to Garmet to meet with their local leaders and try and figure out how they can improve things. I don’t think things are going well at all, Yoden thought to himself. For the past week, most of the meetings each day had involved the Elendel representatives mostly refusing to listen to the Garmet representatives’ pleas. And the Garmet representatives were far too angry for a governing body, that shouldn’t be happening in the Republic. Though to be fair, Yoden himself might be a bit biased, considering he was an Elendel representative himself. As he thought this, the crowd around him began to part around him as someone inevitably noticed who he was. He sighed to himself, then continued walking to the meeting building. Another day of constant bickering, all to make the Republic look better. ~ Some time later, a break was called. Yoden didn’t remember much of what happened, as it had been another four hours of bickering between people who really couldn’t understand the other side. There might’ve been some agreement that the rebels were causing trouble for everyone, but the people of Garmet almost seemed excited that Yoden and the other Elendel representatives had to worry about them. At least it’s time for lun- Yoden’s thoughts were interrupted as a tall man burst through the chamber doors, his coat torn up and his hair disheveled and incredibly dirty. “The rebels have taken Steinel!” He paused to catch his breath. “The tracks from Elmsdel to Steinel are also ruined. They overtook a train that left Elmsdel yesterday, and blew up the tracks as they went towards Steinel. We’re trapped.” The chamber room was instant chaos, people shouting that that couldn’t be true, others trying to ask the man what else he knew, and throughout it all, there was an underlying realization that this was planned. The rebels knew that all of these representatives from Elendel were gonna be here in Garmet for this month, and now none of them could get back to Elendel. Unless they wanted to take a 200 or more mile long journey walking from Garmet to Elendel. Eventually, someone managed to calm down the group of people within the chamber while Yoden was lost in thoughts. “Listen up everyone,” the man, Goren, said. He was a relatively young man for one so influential, and he was a Garmet native too. “We’re all stuck here, and we all know that the rebels wanted us stuck here. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure that means we’ve also got rebels in our midst.” There was a gasp in the crowd, and a tall woman began to shout, but Goren cut her off. “I’m not accusing anyone...yet. But it’s only common sense. The rebels needed to know that all of you visitors were still here in order to start their plan. Someone had to tell them that. So, I vote that we lock down the city. No one leaves or comes in until we figure out what’s going on, and until we get word from Elendel. All in favor?” There was a moment of silence as everyone took in his words. Slowly, people began to raise their hands in assent of his motion. Yoden was surprised to see even some people from Elendel raising their hands first. It wasn’t long before everyone begrudgingly raised their hands, even Yoden himself. Goren nodded. “Good, glad we’re in agreement. Now, I say we call the meeting off for today and we all go home and relax for a bit. It’s going to be a long while before we hear back from anyone.” Well, Yoden thought to himself, this trip certainly got more exciting. ~ Welcome to Long Game 77: A Political Trap! This game is a rerun of LG66 (which you can read here if you want). Helping me with this game is my co-GM @Young Bard and my IM @Elbereth I encourage everyone to RP as much as possible. It makes my job doing the writeups more interesting if you all do a lot of RP, not to mention that you get more boxings if you do RP. I’ll be posting the rules down below, in this post itself, but I’m not sure how well they’re going to translate in the transition from my google doc. Here is the link to the rules doc. Clarifications are going to stay in the doc itself because moving them to this post would be a pain. Signups will end on May 27, at 9 am CDT. The game will start as soon as we can get it going. Rollover will probably take 45 minutes to an hour after each turn as well. Also, for what it’s worth, I’m going to preemptively apologize because my work schedule is...variable, to put it lightly, so the rollover time will probably move around a few times over the course of the game as I find out my work schedule for each week. Hopefully I won't have to change it, but you never know. ~ Rules: Player List: Quick Links:

Lerasi walked through the streets of Elendel, careful to watch for signs someone was tailing her. Her handlers had missed the scheduled meeting to discuss what she’d learned about the People’s Republic of Elendel’s plans with the allomancers and feruchemists they were recruiting. It had been almost a year since they’d overthrown the old government and installed a military regime. Lerasi and the other Loyalists were doing everything they could to tear the regime down, which is how she’d found herself being recruited into a secret force of metalborn. She checked her pocket watch as she walked past the meeting point one more time. It was the time that her handlers were supposed to meet her several days ago. She’d finally received a message from them a few days ago. Apparently they’d almost been caught by the PRE’s hazekillers and had to abort the mission. Lerasi shuddered at the thought of having been there when it happened. Lerasi opened the door to the abandoned building and began to make her way to the meeting room. She tapped bronze to check for any signs of allomancy nearby. Thankfully, she didn’t feel anything, so she opened the door and walked in. There was no one there. Before she had time to react, a hand was around her mouth and someone threw her to the ground. A tall man walked into the center of the room from where he’d been hiding in a shadowed corner. Lerasi’s heart stopped for a moment. They’d found her, they must’ve set her up, she was going to die- “Are you alone?” The man said calmly. Lerasi looked up at him, careful to not move too much lest the people holding her down thought she was trying to escape. “As if I’d ever tell you.” She spat at him. He smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” ~ The group of metalborn had been gathered altogether for the first time since they’d all been recruited. People of all ages and from all over the Elendel Basin had been gathered in Elendel to become the peacekeepers for the fledgling republic. A tall man stood in front of the group, their eyes focused intently on him. “I have gathered you all here today,” he said, his eyes scanning across the people before him, “because there are traitors amongst us.” He held up a hand to prevent the whispers that were already spreading through the group. “Lock the doors,” he said to the hazekillers at the edges of the room. “The building has been locked down. There are enough rations here to keep us all alive for the next...month or so. No one is leaving until we have rooted out the traitors amongst us.” He smiled. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” ~ Welcome to Long Game 66: A Struggle for Power! This is a spiritual successor to the game I ran last summer, LG56. This game will be run by me and my fantastic co-GM @Young Bard with @Fifth Scholar as our wonderful IM. I’ll be posting the rules down below, but I’m not sure how great the formatting is going to be when I try to put them in here. If you want to read the rules with much better formatting, you can do so here. Signups will end on Wednesday, June 3rd at 9 pm CDT. The game will start around 10 pm CDT. ~ Rules: Player List: Quick Links:

Alright! This will be my first Inktober, but I don’t have any social media. Instead, you people get to see it. I will post my first drawing later tonight for the prompt: Fly.

So I'm going to put all my (pfft) inktober stuff in this thread. I'm following the Cosmere promts: and yeah I don't have much free time and have absolutely nothing planned out so don't be surprised if I never upload anything

Hello! If you’re reading this without having read Ten of the Void, the first Augury thread, then you need to know two things right now. First, this is a sequel to that. Second, you don’t need to have participated in TotV to participate in this chapter of the adventure! We’d still love to have you if you want to join. So if you’re new and don’t want to read the old thread, or plan to do it later but want to jump in with the RP, here’s what you need to know. (This is also where the Augury itself can be referenced.) Character List: * Izzy sighed. Gati raised an eyebrow, capping eyes that hinted at amusement. “You’ve gotten bored already?” “Aren’t you? All we’re doing is walking.” “I guess being in the presence of multiple gods has worn off, then,” he said, smiling openly, and waved at their surroundings. Green trees permeated with the faint sounds of animals were the majority of the view. “Plus, scenery.” “The scenery is okay,” she mumbled. “But I don’t like walking.” “Technically, the horses are walking.” They’d gotten them at a horse trader back in Fel; Izzy didn’t know what Gati had said or done to get them, but he’d come back out with two horses, one for each of them. Izzy sighed again, matched by Gati grinning, and on they went. *** @Ookla the Maybe-Existent At some points during his journey, Price slept, and as humans do, he dreamed. The very instant one of these began, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever would have been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Price knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to him. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Price would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were open, and they did not once blink. All of this was in place within the first heartbeat of Price’s dream. By the time he himself had entered it, the figure was smiling, hands spread just slightly, welcoming. “Hello, Pryclin Evada. May I have a moment of your time?” *** @Sorana At some points during her journey, Sagitta slept, and as humans do, she dreamed. The very instant one of these ended, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever had been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Sagitta knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to her. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Sagitta would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were closed, and they did not once open. All of this was in place within the last heartbeat of Sagitta’s dream. By the time she herself had entered it, the figure was smiling, arms crossed, one leg causally set over the other. “Hello, Sagitta T’Sora. May I have a moment of your time?”