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“The Light is our refuge and strength,” Callor whispered to himself, face buried in his hands, “a present help in calamity and shadow.” Outside, the night was split by the cries of wolves. Callor remained in his small tent, not daring to venture out. “Therefore we will not fear though the ground collapse, though the Spine of the World be moved into the Aryth Ocean, though its waters roar and foam to flood the coastland at its swelling.” The wolves’ cries grew more frantic. Callor could hear human voices mingled with them. He hunkered further down. “There is a land whose rivers make glad the city of the Light, the holy habitation of the Creator.” Definitely a battle, then. Or at least a skirmish. Callor did not understand why wolves were involved, though. The filthy creatures must have been summoned by a Darkfriend. “The Creator is in the midst of her; she will not be moved; the Dragon will help her when morning dawns.” A human, in the direction of the howling, screamed. As Callor listened, heart thumping in his chest, one of the wolves’ howls ended in a whimper, and a second was cut off. “The Shadow raged and kingdoms tottered, the Dragon’s voice sounded, and the earth melted.” The rest of the camp was awake now. Callor could hear the witch’s Warder calling orders to the Fal Darans, who had rushed out to help. He, however, sat, paralysed by fear and indecision. “The Light is with us, and the Creator is our fortress. Behold, the works of his Dragon, and the Breaking he has unleashed upon the earth.” A Breaking. Callor felt as if his world was breaking, certainly. A battle raged outside, yet for once, Callor did not know where the Darkfriends lay in the conflict. Hot tears spilled down his cheek. Outside, yelling, the sound of swords unsheathed. “For at his coming wars shall cease to the ends of the earth, the spears broken and the chariots set to fire.” The commotion was dying down, now. The keening of wolves had dimmed to a cadence which seemed almost mournful, reverent. What had happened outside? He could not say. Why wouldn’t his legs work? “Be still; know the Light‘s eternal presence; it shall be exalted in the earth, even in the Darkfriends shall it be exalted! The Light is with us, and the Creator is our fortress” Callor set down the book, gently, solemnly; it had served its purpose. Slowly climbing to his feet, he cast aside his tent flap. Peering outside, he saw nothing to suggest a battle. No corpses littered, except a few of the wolves, and those were little loss. Moiraine and Lan were up, and the witch’s circle brooded furiously around her, muttering about ta’veren and bad timing. The witch herself looked stricken, her eyes on a corpse under the two wolves. A man with golden eyes. Day 2 has begun! It will end in 22 hours’ time at 22:00 EST, or 3 AM GMT, December the ninth. Devotary of Spontaneity was killed! She was Perrin Aybara, and an Emond’s Fielder. The Eye has 38 health remaining. The current layer of defence has 1 health remaining, and is the Outermost Ring. The Blight is currently attacking for 8. There is a lynch today. Please remember that PMs are closed. @Ookla the Libre, failure to post today will result in you being pinch-hit, so please talk in-thread. Emond’s Fielders’ message: Player List: 1. Steeldancer (Ookla the Positive) as Ookla the Positive, an orphan with a cheery outlook on life. 2. randuir as Evelyn, an Aiel Wise Woman and well-wisher 3. Karnatheon (Ookla the Ring) as Brendan Vallerune, a gleeman totally unrelated to Jeordwyn 4. Cadmium Compounder (Ookla the Duck) as Miumpounder, a cobbler with an abiding hatred of Altarans 5. xinoehp512 (Ookla the Phoenix) as Alkoo, a reclusive Ogier tucked away in encyclopaedias 6. Amanuensis as Nikel Fain, a man hell-bent on killing his father (totally normal) 7. Droughtbringer as Month-Long Drought, a prickly old noblewoman who only eats dried fruit 8. Rathmaskal as Jeordwyn Dormond, an Illianer gleeman who juggles knives through his enemies 9. Devotary of Spontaneity (Ookla the Heretical) as Rhodin, a countercultural Aiel whose views are about to go mainstreamPerrin Aybara, Emond’s Fielder 10. Young Bard (Ookla the Unprepared) as Jancey, a reluctant soldier who signed up to obey his father’s will 11. Mark IV as Lars, an inquisitive young nobleman 12. Snipexe (Ookla the Sceptical) as Exepins, a scribe who will eventually admit to the superiority of British spellings Hardy 13. Furamirionind as Keisa, a grizzled veteran of the Borderland Wars, with a scar on his forehead to show for it 14. Hemalurgic Headshot (Ookla of the East) as Skern Mundy, a man from the East with many skills 15. Ark1002 (Ookla the Dragon Reborn) as Shifting Shadows, a shifty, shadowy Wolfbrother 16. STINK, a formless thread in the pattern with less than 24 hours to identify himself before the Creator does 17. MetaTerminal (Ookla the Cited) as Elak Dehlin, a merchant with severe paranoia about the One Power 18. BrightnessRadiant, a formless thread in the pattern with less than 24 hours to identify herself before the Creator does 19. Mr Doctor as Antor Vadenfort, a Illianer Warder without an Aes Sedai 20. Gancho Libre (Ookla the Libre) as Pummy'in Coach, a former sul'dam looking for a firm, guiding hand in life
Phase 2: The Greater Good "A word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself." Ahnya scrambled with the other performers to extinguish the brilliant blue flames that consumed Shreya's tent, clothed in glammourie to look like one of them. The trouper's eyes slid right past the false-face of Ahnya, not suspecting a thing. The occasional whisper of a name kept the flames burning brighter and hotter than they should, for a good long while. The occasional whisper of a name carried taunts and laughter on the wind to the firefighters as they worked. By the time the flames cleared, there were not even bones left behind, let alone evidence... For the seven never left behind evidence. Haliax demanded it. If the Sithe or the Amyr caught wind of this... It didn't bear thinking about. Ahnya stood over the burnt wreckage alongside the other troupers, eyes sifting through the various performers, seeking a new target as the crowd dispersed. Her power was not so subtle as those of the other six, but it was very well suited to cleaning up a camp of edema ruh, in the wrong place at the wrong time. She gave a curt nod to another one of the seven he crossed paths with, also enrobed in glammourie, but also similarly unable to completely hide the signs. She noticed as one of the performers wandered off on their own, and decided to close in after them. . . . The Amyr stood over the ashes of Shreya's tent. Her death was a shame, but it would serve the greater good. The Amyr had originally joined the troupe to keep an eye on the spread of certain stories, but this... This was a trail that lead straight to the Chandrian, not yet gone cold. They produced a candle, struck a flint, and lit it. The flame burned a bright, saturated shade of blue. The Amyr began to walk swiftly, and the flame began to glow a more intense shade of blue as they walked. Cyphus was nearby. The troupe had made an effort to find the killer. A capable effort, but their discussion had reached a gridlock. They were getting nowhere, unable to decide between two suspects. It was time for a judgment. . . . Ahnya closed in on the target, gathering flames around herself. She moved forward, about to close the gap... A searing pain as the iron teeth of a trap closed around her leg, smoke curling off the thing where it touched her skin. Slowly, her glammourie began to unravel... "Cyphus," a voice spoke, stepping forward from the trees. "I did not expect to see you here." "Nor I you," Cyphus snarled, noting the intricate red tattoos that adorned the trouper's now exposed arm. He spoke softly, but his voice carried across the winds to the Amyr. "One of the Ciridae, no less... Disguised in such an underwhelming package," he spat. "As one of the seven, for the greater good, I sentence you to death," the Amyr spoke, approaching. Cyphus began to speak a long string of names, uttering each one like a curse in a foreign tongue. The winds around him stirred, battering the Ciridae. The flames that wreathed him grew in size and intensity, enveloping Cyphus and sending out waves of heat, slowly beginning to melt the trap that held him in place. Still, the Ciridae advanced. Cyphus screamed in defiance as the Ciridae approached, the iron snare that held his leg glowing orange and buckling, but still holding. A crown of blue flames rested on his brow, and the forest around him raged with flames... But it was not enough to stop the copper blade that pierced his heart. And thus the Seven became Six. . . . Elandera has been lynched! They were Cyphus! Vote Count Elandera (3)- Droughtbringer, Orlok, Bort Steeldancer (3)- Fifth Scholar, Snipexe, Arraenae Arraenae (2)- Alvron, Cadmium Compounder Arinian (1)- Elandera Alvron (1)- Eternum Snipexe (1)- Devotary of Spontaneity Cadmium Compounder (1)- Steeldancer Megasif (1)- Xinohp Aonar (1)- Wonko the Sane Fifth Scholar (1)- Young Bard Walin (0)- Walin Cast 1. Elandera as Ahnya Cyphus2. Eternum as Enerin3. Droughtbringer as Pyra Mainiak4. Aonar Faileas as Aorais Kipthorn5. Devotary of Spontaneity as Gaskana6. Walin as Nelden Dastardly7. Fifth Scholar as Marne8. Snipexe as Snip9. Alvron as Laon10. Steeldancer as Squick11. Megasif as Mega12. Xinoehp512 as Reyalp Nwoknu13. Arinian as Ray Fox14. Orlok as Locke15. I think I am here as Itiah II16. Arraenae as Alev17. Bort as Master Ash18. Wonko the Sane as Fifth Daughter Resterford19. Cadmium Compounder as Deric Watar20. Young Bard as Neris Countdown
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss Round and 'round the soldiers went. Throw, tally, repeat. The game of craps was in full swing and the camp was bustling with activity. The snow had not let up, and the lifeless were still out there somewhere, but circled around a crackling fire indoors, it was easy enough to forget these things. As alchohol began to flow, so too did money. Jeo the Yellow was pleased to see his prediction come true. "Who'll be in on this round?" he asked. "I nominate Mac!" Vaati shouted, grabbing Mac's hand and putting it in the air. "Fine," said Mac, a half-eaten cookie dropping from his mouth and finding it's way to the table, where it was joined by a second cookie. "I bet one-an-a-half cookies. No money," he explained. The players amassed nodded in approval. Most of them, anyways. "Gambling in illicit substances??" Jaaver exclaimed, striding into the gambling ring, his face still muddy. "That is ILLEGAL! The long arm of Idrian justice shall apprehend you, crook!" Mac looked up at Jaaver quizzically, then glanced away, his eyes darting restlessly back to the cookies on the table. "Give me those!" Jaaver exclaimed. "I am hereby confiscating this as evi-" "You want them so bad, how 'bout you play me for them?" Mac said, snatching the cookies off the table. The crowd seemed to bunch behind Mac protectively, and Jaaver took one step back from them. "Fine!" He growled. "I'll play your little game, and then I'm taking these to the Marshall." He dropped his wallet on the table, generating a satisfying thud. Mac threw. "Four and a five." Jaaver threw. "Double six." "This match goes to Mac," Jeo said, presiding over the affairs. "What?!" Jaaver exclaimed, livid. "Ridiculous! I demand a rematch." Mac raised an eyebrow. "Are you raising the stakes?" Jaaver scowled, then removed his hat and coat and threw them upon the table next to the wallet. Mac quietly stacked six more cookies next to the original pile. "The new bet is accepted," said Jeo. "Would anybody else like to join?" "ROID NOMINATE SARCOLINE!" a hulking fellow bellowed, shoving a frightened looking player to the table and throwing their wallet on the table. Jeo nodded. "Very well then. That leaves us with one spare pair of dice, so I nominate Eilen." Everyone nodded, and the game continued. "Six and five," from Mac. "Three and three," from Sarcoline. "Three and two," from Eilen. "One and two," Jaaver growled. "Colors curse this game! Enough of this charade! GIVE ME THOSE!" he screamed. Mac stood in front of his cookies protectively. Hard to imagine life without his cookies. "No! Play for them or leave." "Fine!!" he roared. "I raise the stakes! I don't care by what, one of you choose." A collective muttering swept across the amassed players as they deliberated. "Life and death," a voice interjected, calmly, decisevely from the crowd. "If there's a traitor, somebody's gotta get the axe sooner or later." The game went dead silent. The players looked around, trying to discern the source of the suggestion. And yet the idea stuck in their minds. It made a horrible kind of sense. The Marshall had said he expected them to turn in the traitor, sooner than later. And the lots were such a fitting way to decide it, too. Wordlessly, the four picked up their dice, staring across the table at each other. One by one, they threw. "Double four," from Mac. "Three and four," from Sarcoline. "One and five," from Eilen. Jaaver only stood silently, staring down at his lot. Snake eyes. After a long delay, he looked up. "Well," he stated, toneless, "I am nothing if not a man of my word... Finish this." Hope the writeup came out alright. Things were a little in flux right before rollover but I hope I can be on top of things more the next cycle. Fun story. The bit about Randuir losing at dice three times in a row is rooted in fact. I had to re-roll the lynch outcome thrice in response to last-minute voting that changed the contenders, and Randuir came up every single time. Vote Tally MacThorstenson (2)- Elenion, TheMightyLopen Randuir (2)- Straw, MacThorstenson RippleGylf (2)- Ecthelion, MonsterMetroid Arinian (2)- Droughtbringer, A Joe in the Bush Straw (1)- Randuir MonsterMetroid (1)- Livinglegend TheMightyLopen (1)- Shqueeves Livinglegend (1)- Bort Elenion (1)- BrightnessRadiant Bort (1)- Devotary of Spontaneity Ecthelion (1)- Coop772 Droughtbringer (1)- RippleGylf Shqueeves (1)- Arinian Randuir has been lynched! Identity of the deceased: Also, friendly reminder that there is now an epidemic spreading throughout the camp! Failure to cast a vote from this point on will result in death by plague! That said, you all had full voter turnout on the one cycle that did not require you to vote, so you should probably be fine. Player List 1. A Joe in the Bush 2. Elenion 3. Randuir Idrian Captain 4. Livinglegend 5. Shqueeves 6. Bort 7. BrightnessRadiant 8. Straw 9. TheMightyLopen 10. MacThorstenson 11. Devotary of Spontaneity 12. Ecthelion 13. Coop772 14. MonsterMetroid 15. Droughtbringer 16. RippleGylf 17. Arinian Rollover