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9 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Hmm, who to vote for... eh, flip a coin. Count Olaf it is!

Steeldancer, why do you think I am suspicious? I've been busy and haven't been able to get on much or devote a whole lot of time to this.

I pointed out a post earlier, also your bandwagon vote is suspicious. Oh yeah, it's the way you've joined both bandwagons without any additional thoughts. Going with the flow is exactly what a good eliminator does. Making a fuss gets you killed, like me! 

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The cycle has closed! Come back in an hour or two to see the results.

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With the uncertainty regarding the identity of the new Synod head, the remaining Synod members did not dare to address current issues. Far better to wait for direction before making important decisions, especially considering the wide gulf in ideologies between the two leading candidates. Instead, they turned to address older business that had been ignored in favor of more urgent matters. Darrel, as a neutral party in the election, was currently the Acting Head of the Synod. In his hands, he held a complaint written in a very familiar hand. Darrel could almost hear Valwyn’s voice as he read the notice aloud.

“Esteemed colleagues,” the letter began. “I hereby submit a motion to remove the tentacled steel sculpture from the premises. It is an unsightly blemish and is blocking access to the roads. As per paragraph three, section five of legal code, ornaments that obstruct the roads are to be removed with all deliberate speed by the ash sweepers. I request that this action be carried out at once. Yours respectfully, Valwyn.”

Darrel lowered the paper and gazed around at his fellow Synod members. Most of them looked disinterested in the proceedings. “Valwyn is dead, and a traitor besides. Do we really have to deal with this?” one asked.

“That steel sculpture isn’t even a hindrance anymore. It can move quite quickly when it wants to, and is apparently smart enough to vote,” opined a second member.

A third member suddenly cut in, apparently interested. “What if it’s spiked, though? We’d never be able to tell under all that steel.”

“That’s ridiculous,” shouted the first speaker. “There’s no way anyone managed to spike a whatever-it-is. We need to focus on finding the real Spiked, not entertaining the fancies of a deceased enemy!”

Darrel looked on sadly as the two Synod members’ argument descended into bickering. Under Marne’s leadership, the two had tolerated each other despite their substantial differences in opinion. Now, without a respected head of the Synod, their icy politeness had burned faster than one of Olaf’s fires. “Stop!” he ordered. “We’ll go talk to the steel sculpture and see what it has to say for itself.” Sighing heavily, the four members trudged outside. Not for the last time, Darrel wished Marne were still in power, or at least that Olaf and Leidene would at least feign civility and join in discussions.

Steel enjoyed life in Tathingdwen, accusations and biases notwithstanding. As a Ferring, and one incapable of posing as a Terris steward, the village was the only safe place for him. No matter how any whispers of suspicion or disgust came his way, Steel always tried to help his adopted homeland. Lately, he noticed the whispers getting worse. Sometimes, villagers would even proclaim loudly that he was the cause of their troubles. Steel didn’t understand why the villagers would harbor hatred for a noble squid when there were Spiked on the loose, but he never expressed those opinions. Better to keep quiet and prove his loyalty through his actions, he felt. Now, seeing almost the entire Synod heading in his direction, Steel found himself reconsidering his decision. He didn’t run, though he could easily have outpaced the Synod members. He’d seen what had happened when Snip had tried to run, and besides, the village needed him here. To run would be to abandon his duty. Instead, Steel rapidly filled and tapped brass, melting his facial features and reforging them into an expression that humans apparently found to be aesthetically pleasing. This done, he sat back and waited.

Darrel stared at the steel sculpture. That face, was it, was it smiling? Such an odd expression on a tentacled monstrosity. Feeling slightly foolish he addressed the beast. “Uh, steel… thing, we, my colleagues feel there is a possibility you may be Spiked, so, we’ve come to investigate.” Steel said nothing, but melted and reformed it’s eyes in an attempt to signal agreement. Creeped out, Darrel nodded. “O-okay then. Um, we’re going to have to check whether any metal is piercing your flesh. Now, I realize that now seem to be made of metal, and that you don’t appear to actual have any flesh, so actually, I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do.”

Steel looked up at Darrel with something akin to pity. The poor man was evidently unsuited to leadership. Meanwhile, two of the Synod members had began a new argument. Ignoring Steel, they began to loudly debate the respective merits of Leidene and Count Olaf, and how the pair had agreed that Tathingdwen would have to be abandoned. The shouting drew a crowd over to see what the commotion was about, but the newcomers soon forgot the argument in favor of shouting at Steel. “Who let that thing into our village,” one shouted, wielding a bloody splintered table leg. Steel recoiled, though he harbored no fear of the makeshift club. Emboldened, the villager stepped forward and smashed the leg against one of Steel’s tentacles. The wooden leg broke in two, leaving Steel unharmed. Enraged, the Ferring tried a fist, smashing knuckles into Steel’s eyes. Though Steel felt nothing, the attacker cried out in pain. “The evil brute attacked me,” the aggressor lied. Steel was confused. It wasn’t his fault he had been hit. The milling crowd harbored no such confusion. They mobbed Steel, and though their various weapons were just as ineffective as the instigators table leg and fists, Steel could do nothing to stop them from picking him up. Nothing, that is, except tap brass. Lightly at first, for Steel had no wish to seriously harm the crowd. As the mob began to carry him towards the nearby waterfall, Steel began to panic. He tapped brass more intently, until Terris began to scream in agony as their skin came in contact with blisteringly hot metal. The leaders attempted to drop Steel, but found themselves pushed forward by the inexorable momentum of the crowd. Realizing that his plan had failed, Steel ceased his efforts. The falls were now in sight. Steel, like all squids, enjoyed the water, but he disliked the looks of the rocks bristling pointedly far below. His only chance, he figured, was to forge himself into a useful shape before he hit the rocks. He began to fill brass instead, to provide him with plenty of heat for the task. Just as the chilled metal began to be uncomfortable, Steel was hurled over the edge.

As Steel plummeted, he realized that he disliked heights. This thought flitted through his find as he began to melt down his tentacles and form himself into a ball for impact. The boulders below looked even more lethal from this height, he noted, so he dissolved his eyes. They wouldn’t be necessary, he reasoned, a second before his spherical form smashed into the first rock. CRACK! Steel felt the blow reverberate through his core, but he was still alive. He sank into the water, relieved. When he attempted to tap heat to begin reforging his body, he found that his metalminds had been lost. Stuck in his spherical form, Steel was whisked away by the rapids, unable to return home.


Olaf continued on his nighttime walk, past the charred ruins of Marne’s hideout and further into the alleyway in which it was set. After the sturdy wooden houses on either side, the alley led into squatter settlements where the poorer citizenry of Tathingdwen lived in small stone huts. Among the paupers and beggars lining the sidewalks, one very important woman lived in the alleyway, an older lady of sixty. Former leader of the Synod for one day, covert member of an arsonist group, and a hopeless lover of dogs, Shirley U. Jest squatted on her porch, watching Olaf as he approached. With surprise, Olaf saw that the sun was coming up behind Jest’s house. How long had he been awake? Pushing aside his fatigue, Olaf turned to the older woman and bowed reverently. Jest had been his mentor, and the leader of the splinter faction that Olaf had joined as a young man, when he stopped fighting fires and began to start them. Now, he hoped to receive direct answers from her, amidst the turmoil and murkiness surrounding the Synod and its congregation. “Ms. Jest,” he began, but the old woman raised her hand for silence, cutting him off. “I’ve lived sixty years, Olaf,” she rasped with the voice of one accustomed to constant smoke inhalation. “I don’t have that much longer here on this brown earth, and I’d hate for you to waste any more of it on your formalities. You’ve come here because you want something. What is it?”

Despite himself, Olaf grinned widely. He missed Jest’s blunt answers and no-nonsense approach to life. He was surprised that he had fallen into diplomatic niceties so quickly, but as a member of the high nobility, and then a companion to Marne, who talked around an issue more than Olaf did, Olaf figured that the people around him were mostly to blame. He began again.

“I need counsel,” he said simply. “The Synod can no longer keep control of its members, with the discovery of traitors in their midst, and I’m caught up with them, for good or ill. However, they’ve been insane recently: they just deposed Marne—”

“Good riddance,” Jest interjected.

“Just because he quickly shut down your failed coup doesn’t mean he’s a terrible person. Besides, I had told you that it was too early to try to move against the Synod. Anyway, they’ve also used my Coinshot assassin to remove someone, and now they’re leading the rest of the Terris to kill each other in search of Spiked. I’m not sure if I’m entirely on board with the direction they’re taking.”

Jest snorted. “What happened to your devotion to chaos? The Synod will tear itself apart, Marne will die, and there’s one less secret society to have to keep track of. Sure, that fool of a Lord Ruler will keep consolidating power, but he’s got all of it anyway, so no big deal there. The Olaf I knew five years ago would have welcomed these changes with open arms. What happened?”

“I respect the people on that Synod, Jest. Marne is a good man, despite your refusal to acknowledge that, and the Synod itself is full of people who honestly want to help each other. Now, though, I’m not sure that it can hold together.”

Jest waved her arms in frustration. “Why did you let yourself be drawn in by that group? I don’t care how much you want to make up for what you nearly did to Marne, or how good you think those people may be. If you want to help them, the best thing to do is stay out of their affairs. They’ll live or die on their own.”

“That’s not an option,” Olaf stated quietly. “I can’t abandon them now. I need to see if the Synod can draw itself back together, if the Terris can survive the Lord Ruler. And if they can, I need to be a part of that. But first I need to get them there. So I repeat my earlier question to you: what should I do?”

Jest sat in silence for a minute, looking down at the dirt and ash roads. Olaf tapped his foot, unnerved by his mentor’s silence. After what seemed like an eternity, Jest drew her head up, her sharp gaze piercing Olaf. “You’re actually serious about this?”

“Yes,” Olaf responded, with as much confidence as he could muster.

Jest sighed again. “Fine. I can only tell you one thing, then. If you’re bound and determined to save this Synod group, then you need to lead it. Marne is gone from his position of power, from what I understand, and even though you may consult with him you need to take on the task of leading the Synod. It will unite and direct them, provided you give them something to do.”

Olaf blinked. “Even if I get the position, what could I even unify them around?”

Jest flashed a rare grin. “Why, what you’re best at, of course. Arson.”


Twelve hours later, eight of which Olaf had spent sleeping, the Terris people gathered in front of the Synod building to elect their new leader. Split almost equally between two factions, which fiercely debated the merits of each candidate to the unconvinced, each of the gathered Feruchemists were on edge after the death of the steel sculpture. Olaf had left Marne to organise a quick campaign and platform for him, and he had to admit that the man had done good work, given his time constraints. It seemed that Olaf actually had a decent chance of winning with a message of unity, if he played his cards correctly before votes were cast. However, the camp in favor of Leidene was well organised, sporting signs and waving articles claiming that Olaf was an undercover Spiked. He had been forced to defend himself from the unsubstantiated allegations, and that had weakened his positive message. Leidene sat across from him on the steps, looking slightly disconcerted. Olaf could not tell if the articles that had been printed had actually been directly ordered by her. Either way, he was going to have to keep an eye on her.

Silence began to spread across the crowd of Terris as Darrel, the acting head, walked up the steps towards the two candidates. Marne muttered a word of support in Olaf’s ear, then went to sit with the rest of the Synod. Beside him, Darrel had reached the top step, and began to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Synod,” he announced. “After a careful counting of all ballots submitted, it is my pleasure to present to you your new Synod leader: Count Olaf!”

Olaf felt relief flood through his body. He moved dumbly to shake Leidene’s hand, still overwhelmed, and felt his legs propel him towards the Synod house. Marne had sprinted ahead, and was waiting at the door with an enormous grin on his face, beaming like a proud parent. Darrel was more deadpan, but still excited by the tense nature of his posture. Most of the other Synod members merely seemed trepidatious. Having the meeting immediately follow the election had not been Olaf’s idea, but was supported by the Terris, who wanted to see mwhat their new leader would do. However, rebuffed at the door by the Brutes and Steelrunners guarding the Synod, the crowd slowly dispersed, and silence filled the Synod meeting-room as the members sat down and waited, a nervous silence filling the air. Finally, Darrel broke it. “So...what’s our plan to save Tathingdwen?”

Olaf grinned widely. “Arson.”


Steeldancer was lynched! He was a Village Brass Ferring (Firesoul)!

Steeldancer (3)

Jondesu (2)

Count Olaf was elected as the leader of the Synod! The Synod has gained the following ability: Arson-Each member of the Synod may vote to burn something down. If by the end of a night phase a majority of living Synod members have voted for the same target, that structure will be burned down. The use of this ability will be noted in the writeup. This has no in-game effect.

Night 4 has begun! It will end in 24 hours on Thursday, August 23rd at 9 PM EDT.

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Player List:

1. Rathmaskal as Laksam, an ash sweeper from the Eastern streets Village Steel Ferring

2. Xinoehp512 as Ereheman Tresni, a man with his priorities backwards
3. Steeldancer as Steel, the fastest sculpture of a squid wrought entirely in steel in all of Tathingdwen Village Brass Ferring

4. Randuir as Zihel, a worldhopper looking for his twin brother
5. I think I am here as Itiah VI, a missionary on a mission Village Steel Ferring
6. Bort as Tee Mai, a tailor specialising in offensive clothing
7. Cadmium Compounder as Ethin Hallil, a cadmium Feruchemist and SCUBA diver
8. _Stick_ as Stick, President of the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology
9. Jondesu as Remart, a man back from vacation armed with vaguely ominous statements
10. Kidpen as HanTor, a lonely Kandra that’s definitely not Spiked, nope Spiked Zinc Ferring

11. Elandera as Era, an old woman who claims to have been alive before the reign of the Lord Ruler Village Pewter Ferring
12. Snipexe as Snip, a fabric cutter in the local quilt shop Village Iron Ferring

13. Worldhopper from Yolen as Tarin, a Sparker with a wonderful, awful idea Village Zinc Ferring
14. Alvron as Izzy Dedyet, who is not dead, feels happy, and thinks she'll go for a walk Village Full Feruchemist

15. Phatterner as Citona Vinid, a seemingly faithful follower of the Lord Ruler
16. Ark1002 as Kardik, a Full Feruchemist
17. Araris Valerian as Valwyn, an honest rug merchant Spiked Pewter Ferring; Rug Merchant
18. Coop772 as Irion, a Full Feruchemist with hidden potential Village Copper Ferring

19. Sart, a stuttering Nameless

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Drat. This may sound stupid but I accidentally fell asleep before I could actually vote. ._.

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Well, That leaves 8 of us. On a typical night, we see a standard kill and an elim kill. That will leave 6 of us for tomorrow. If we have two elims left, then that means LyLo comes at 2-2. 

If we lose two village tonight, then we are down to 4 elims, and 2 villagers. Another mislynch puts us dangerously close to Lylo. at 3-2, going into the night. Alternatively, if we catch one of the Eliminators tonight, then we are at 5-1, and a mislynch only puts us at 4-1, giving us an entire extra cycle. 

Lynch vote tally

Jondesu(2): Sart, Steel

Steel(4): Phattemer, Randuir, Bort, Xino

now 2-3 So it looks like we still have at least one vote manipulation role

I plan on doing a better analysis in just a moment, or maybe a couple of hours

 

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Just a suggestion, but wasn't there an elim-owned rug-emporium somewhere. I mean, if the synod can burn down something anyway...

I don't feel like I've got anything to add right now, mostly because I'm still/again pretty tired. Don't expect any analysis until either late tomorrow or Saturday.

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So I was doing analysis, and I decided to look back into Phat, since he is one of the people that we have the most information on. I noticed that the cycle Kidpen died, Phat was the first vote on Kidpen, then changed, then returned to Kidpen. It looks like it was maybe Distancing, then backing off to stop votes from happening, then they kept happening, so he jumped on the bandwagon. Plus he changed his vote twice, which shows that he might be a brass ferring, trying to get stuff to hide from a scan, because he's becoming suspicious.Brass would be more useful to elims than to village, IMO. so for balance purposes, they might have brass

Then he said that the synod attempted to kill Sart, but was unlucky. The same night that they used their kill to hit another person. WfY turned out to be village. Even though he was suspicious to most people, it still seems odd that they tried to kill 2 people in one night. 

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Despite how much I suspected Sart, as of this day I now have reason not to: I successfully roleblocked him last night and yet the Spiked kill and another attack that was most likely from the Spiked went through. Unless someone admits to attacking Cadmium, there's no way for Sart to be Spiked. I'm assuming the Spiked have two members left and they prioritize thinning our herd, which means one of them put in an attack and the other did the Spiked kill.

This post made it so that anyone who did attack me would be afraid to admit it for fear of being killed. Whether they were village or not. I don't personally think that the spiked had any reason to attack me, because I was under suspicion, and might be made a lynch target later on. Phat probably just missed it, but who knows. The Spiked killed a villager, (rath), the Synod killed another villager (WfY) and someone attacked me. The spiked killed someone that has proven to offer quite a bit of analysis, which could be detrimental, The Synod killed off someone suspicious, and Someone attacked me because I was suspicious. That's usually the work of a confused villager. 

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I'm assuming that, had a villager put in the kill on Cadmium, they would have said so since doing so would un-clear Sart, as I specifically asked in my first post.

I don't think it would. And I don't think it cleared Sart. Sart claimed to be role blocked. I was protected. That's different actions completely. Sart could still be elim. 

Plus his character description in the original post says he's a seemingly faithful follower of the Lord Ruler. 

My analysis! Either Sart got lucky and escaped Phatt's analysis on a technicality or Phat is a possible elim.

 

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6 hours ago, Cadmium Compounder said:

Well, That leaves 8 of us.

I miscounted in this post. There's 9 of us.

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2 hours ago, Cadmium Compounder said:

So I was doing analysis, and I decided to look back into Phat, since he is one of the people that we have the most information on. I noticed that the cycle Kidpen died, Phat was the first vote on Kidpen, then changed, then returned to Kidpen. It looks like it was maybe Distancing, then backing off to stop votes from happening, then they kept happening, so he jumped on the bandwagon. Plus he changed his vote twice, which shows that he might be a brass ferring, trying to get stuff to hide from a scan, because he's becoming suspicious.Brass would be more useful to elims than to village, IMO. so for balance purposes, they might have brass

Then he said that the synod attempted to kill Sart, but was unlucky. The same night that they used their kill to hit another person. WfY turned out to be village. Even though he was suspicious to most people, it still seems odd that they tried to kill 2 people in one night. 

This post made it so that anyone who did attack me would be afraid to admit it for fear of being killed. Whether they were village or not. I don't personally think that the spiked had any reason to attack me, because I was under suspicion, and might be made a lynch target later on. Phat probably just missed it, but who knows. The Spiked killed a villager, (rath), the Synod killed another villager (WfY) and someone attacked me. The spiked killed someone that has proven to offer quite a bit of analysis, which could be detrimental, The Synod killed off someone suspicious, and Someone attacked me because I was suspicious. That's usually the work of a confused villager. 

I don't think it would. And I don't think it cleared Sart. Sart claimed to be role blocked. I was protected. That's different actions completely. Sart could still be elim. 

Plus his character description in the original post says he's a seemingly faithful follower of the Lord Ruler. 

My analysis! Either Sart got lucky and escaped Phatt's analysis on a technicality or Phat is a possible elim.

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I miscounted in this post. There's 9 of us.

Unfortunately, I believe Phattemer to be a misguided villager. On Day 2, Kidpen expressed suspicion of Phattemer and Steeldancer. In addition, the vote swung from Phattemer to Kidpen on Day 3, which I attribute to Phattemer in no small part. However, he's gone a bit mad with power. After Araris died, he decided that the Synod was Spike free, since the hopefully only Spiked member died. Thus, on Night 3, he tried to do a culling of everyone he thought was suspicious, using the Synod's power to its fullest extent. He hired an assassin to kill Worldhopper, arrested me, and had the other members send kill actions against me. Luckily for myself, you were targeted instead.

As I've said before, I disagree with Pattemer's assumption that the kill placed on you was from the Spiked. There's numerous holes in that argument. The biggest hole, in my opinion, is we can't ask the dead people what they tried to do. It's entirely possible that Rathmaskal was the one trying to kill you. While I am village, his argument isn't air tight. All it means is that I wasn't the one to place the Elim kill Night 3.

Moreover, we cannot be certain of the Synod's lack of Spikes. Both the person they assassinated and the person they tried to kill were both villagers. Well, I know I'm a villager at least. Still, my point is that there still could be Spiked among the Synod, and we shouldn't clear anyone based off that evidence. We're nearing the end game, one way or another.

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Seems like a valid argument. So, who are some of your suspects? 

Edit: this cycle has been super quiet and it's kind of bothering me.

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Sorry about the lack of content from my corner, I've been very busy today but should be free this weekend. I will say that Cadmium thinks I'm playing a much more complicated game than I could pull off.

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Cycle is closed. Rollover may take a little while, so please bear with me (just got back from an XC meet). 

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A man without a name, face obscured by his cowl, paced back and forth around the entrance to the Synod. Distrustful of Olaf as a result of the news articles, the Nameless Ferring waited for the Synod to emerge from the crowded building. Hearing talk of arson drift along the breeze that swept through the cool evening air, he began to grow more concerned. What was that Olaf planning to do to the Synod? He sat there for a time, contemplating if he should relocate his house to an area with a ready source of water, when the Synod emerged from their council. They walked purposely down the steps, several brushing against his Terris robes as they descended. Olaf was one of them, and as the man passed, the Nameless tugged on his sleeve. “Um, so, you know, the Synod, they’re, like, planning things, right? I mean, we’re nearly dead here as a congregation, and, um, that’s bad, you know. So, I was wondering if there was, like, something the Synod would do.”

Olaf paused, smiling tersely at him. “We’re about to take our first steps—we’re about to burn down the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology, which we have little patience for in a time when stating the obvious is not enough. We’ve also dealt with Darrel—the man’s hatred for merchants is getting in our way. He’s been sent to burn down Kredik Shaw, by the orders of the Synod.”

The Nameless recoiled. “Arson?” he muttered to himself. “Like, um, what’s that supposed to do to, you know, help?” Making sure nobody else could hear him, he continued muttering to himself, rounding a street corner into a narrow alleyway to escape the furtive glances others were shooting him. He kept his face looking downwards, still softly speaking to himself under his breath. So it was that he did not see the hurried approach of Zihel as he tore down the alleyway at top speed, heading towards the Synod building. Completely oblivious, the Nameless stooped suddenly to pick up a stray boxing, and Zihel was unable to check his high-speed rush. Slamming into him, Zihel tapped Pewter, enhancing his bulk to cushion his fall. For his part, the Nameless frantically tapped iron, allowing him to keep an unsteady footing even as the cobblestones cracked underneath him, and Zihel fell awkwardly to the ground. It was then that he noticed the object in Zihel’s hand: a slender Pewter spike. Uncertainty and social awkwardness vanishing in an instant, the Nameless drew in a breath to shout the presence of a Spiked. However, Zihel was too fast. Tapping speed to move faster than his eye could track, Zihel zoomed up to the Nameless and rammed the spike through the Skimmer’s heart. As the Nameless’s life drained away, and Zihel began to tow the corpse, a burst of energy found its way into his almost-dead body. Placing all his remaining strength in his right arm, the Nameless delivered a solid punch to the chin of Zihel, who collapsed, caressing a fractured jaw.

At peace finally, he passed from the realm of the living.

 

The Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology was surrounded by a torch-wielding Synod. With its president absent, the building was unguarded, and under the expert guidance of Olaf the Synod had the structure aflame in no time at all. Watching the banner which read “All are Welcome in this Welcoming Society” slowly being subsumed into a pile of ash, Olaf grinned. The exultation of starting a fire was something that a person who had not watched flames devour an unsuspecting piece of land could ever understand. In addition, Olaf had sent a strong message regarding speech that would hopefully be reinforced: speech that is pointless will not be tolerated. Only constructive speech, which could lead to the discovery of Spiked Infiltrators, would be condoned. And with the Terris population at half its initial size, discovery of the Spiked would be vital in the coming days.

 

Three years ago, Zihel had come to this colors-cursed planet hoping to find his brother. Well, not his actual brother, he had died years ago, but the man who called himself Zahel was the closest thing he’d had to family at the time. Apparently, Zahel hadn’t felt the same way, for while he had sent a letter detailing the important scientific research he and his fellow Scholars were pursuing, he hadn’t bothered to let Zihel know their current whereabouts. After months of fruitless waiting, Zihel had set off in search of his brother. Having no real clue where they could have gone, Zihel decided to wander around random planets asking after a tall muscular man, possibly traveling with four others of similar build. He’d tried Threnody first. Nasty place, but the resident Shades might have attracted scholars searching for better ways to animate the dead. After breaking all the Simple Rules and wasting copious amounts of silver without any trace of Zahel, Zihel decided to try a safer planet.

Sadly, Zihel was not a good judge of what constituted ‘safe’. After nearly being torn to shreds attempting to reach Sel, he’d stopped by Scadrial, appearing in some sort of mine. The sheer walls were no match for his rope, which he Awakened with the last of his Breath. He was not satisfied with this, for he sympathized with the plight of the slaves. His attempt to free the prisoners enslaved in the mine attracted the attention of the guards. They mercilessly crushed the escape attempt, and Zihel himself was captured. Having noticed the strange behavior of the rope, the guards called in for backup. Zihel was personally escorted to the feet of the Lord Ruler by one of his Inquisitors.

 

Bound in silver manacles, Zihel was forced to bow before the Lord Ruler. A pair of Inquisitors flanked Zihel, the one to his left holding the still-Awakened rope. The second Inquisitor addressed Zihel directly. “Who are you? Where do you come from? How did you get to the Pits of Hathsin?” Zihel looked up briefly, and uttered only two words. “Strangle things.” The remaining color drained from Zihel’s clothes, and the rope immediately wrapped itself around the second Inquisitor’s throat, squeezing tightly. This appeared to have absolutely no effect whatsoever. The constricted Inquisitor merely laughed, and slashed the rope with an obsidian axe. The action drew blood, but as Zihel watched, the gushing flow seized and the wound closed up. The rope fell to the floor in pieces. “What should we do with him, my lord?” asked the no longer wounded Inquisitor. In response, the Lord Ruler began to smile wickedly.

Several hours and nine spikes later, Zihel arose from a stone bed. The pain of his newfound spikes hurt almost as much as the knowledge that nine men and women had been butchered beyond all recognition for his sake. The two Inquisitors who had accompanied him before returned, and Zihel was brought back before the Lord Ruler. Feeling he had nothing left to lose, Zihel attacked the Lord Ruler, but was thrown backwards by an invisible force. As Zihel struggled to rise, his fury was obliterated by a crushing wave of numbness. All that was left was fear, which was immediately intensified tenfold, leaving Zihel a gibbering wreck, curled up on the floor. “I trust we have an understanding then?” the Lord Ruler inquired. Zihel merely whimpered in response. “Excellent,” the Lord Ruler announced. “Take him away.”

For the next three years, Zihel did the Lord Ruler’s bidding as the Final Empire’s only Feruchemical Inquisitor. He was constantly attended by at least one other Inquisitor. They constantly manipulated his emotions, drowning him in anger and hatred. Under their influence, Zihel murdered hundreds of Skaa, Mistings, and errant nobles. His personality was beaten down until Zihel began to enjoy the bloodlust. Finally, the Lord Ruler deemed him ready for his first mission unaccompanied by an Inquisitor. Numbed by three years of mental torture, Zihel offered no protestations as he was ordered to travel to the Terris Dominance and slaughter any Feruchemists he found there.

 

The quest had not gone as planned. They had found Feruchemists, an entire village of them in fact. After some initial success, the village had fought back, killing Valwyn and HanTor. Zihel felt no particular sadness for their loss, only a sense of irritation that they’d made the job more difficult for him. Rubbing his jaw where the nameless Ferring had punched him, Zihel experienced a similar surge of irritation. That was too sloppy, he thought to himself as he tapped Gold to heal his jaw. He headed back to their new headquarters, envisioning ways he could have more effectively killed the Iron Ferring. Caught up in his bloody reverie, he failed to notice Marne until the other Feruchemist had rushed in and snatched the Pewter spike from Zihel’s grasp. Zihel tapped Pewter in preparation for a fight, but he was too slow to stop Marne from ramming the stolen spike through Zihel’s throat, pinning him to the wall of the alleyway.

Zihel tapped Gold, which healed the impact wound but failed to fix the internal damage. He would have to take the spike out first. As he reached to his throat, Marne smashed a Pewter-enhanced fist into Zihel’s forehead. Stunned, Zihel was helpless to prevent, Marne from ripping out every last spike. “You thought you had gotten rid of me when I was deposed, didn’t you?” Marne spat out as he tore away Zihel’s powers. “I’m here to let you know that I will never stop working to protect this village and these people, whether they want me to our not.” He might have said more, but Zihel was no longer listening. Soon, eight bloody spikes littered the cobblestones, leaving only two pewter spikes. The one where his heart had been, which supplied him with healing, and the one through his throat, which granted him death. Surprisingly, Marne’s hand reached for the latter. Zihel dropped to the ground, his metalminds empty, the hole in his throat finally closed. “I know there’s a real person in there somewhere,” Marne said in a much kinder tone of voice. “You can be redeemed as Olaf was,” Marne continued as he grabbed the final spike. “Or not,” he concluded, as Zihel died instantly upon removal of his last spike. Shaking his head sadly, Marne went off to meet Count Olaf, leaving Zihel dead in the alleyway.

 

Sart was killed by the Spiked! He was a Village Iron Ferring (Skimmer)!

Randuir was killed! He was a Spiked Full Feruchemist!

The Synod has burnt down the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology! Even if the overwhelming consensus was to burn down Kredik Shaw. Sorry about that, _Stick_. You’re still President.

Day 5 has begun! It will end in 48 hours on Saturday the 25th of April, at 9 PM EDT.

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Player List:

1. Rathmaskal as Laksam, an ash sweeper from the Eastern streets Village Steel Ferring
2. Xinoehp512 as Ereheman Tresni, a man with his priorities backwards

3. Steeldancer as Steel, the fastest sculpture of a squid wrought entirely in steel in all of Tathingdwen Village Brass Ferring
4. Randuir as Zihel, a worldhopper looking for his twin brother
Spiked Full Feruchemist
5. I think I am here as Itiah VI, a missionary on a mission Village Steel Ferring
6. Bort as Tee Mai, a tailor specialising in offensive clothing
7. Cadmium Compounder as Ethin Hallil, a cadmium Feruchemist and SCUBA diver
8. _Stick_ as Stick, President of the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology
9. Jondesu as Remart, a man back from vacation armed with vaguely ominous statements
10. Kidpen as HanTor, a lonely Kandra that’s definitely not Spiked, nope Spiked Zinc Ferring
11. Elandera as Era, an old woman who claims to have been alive before the reign of the Lord Ruler
Village Pewter Ferring
12. Snipexe as Snip, a fabric cutter in the local quilt shop Village Iron Ferring
13. Worldhopper from Yolen as Tarin, a Sparker with a wonderful, awful idea
Village Zinc Ferring
14. Alvron as Izzy Dedyet, who is not dead, feels happy, and thinks she'll go for a walk Village Full Feruchemist
15. Phatterner as Citona Vinid, a seemingly faithful follower of the Lord Ruler

16. Ark1002 as Kardik, a Full Feruchemist
17. Araris Valerian as Valwyn, an honest rug merchant Spiked Pewter Ferring; Rug Merchant
18. Coop772 as Irion, a Full Feruchemist with hidden potential Village Copper Ferring
19. Sart, a stuttering Nameless
Village Iron Ferring

 

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Fantastic. :D I knew the Araris/Rand interaction had to be important lol. Rand turns out to be a Full Feruchemist, so I highly doubt we have yet to kill two more elims. It seems that only one is left. Good job, whoever is was that killed Rand! It's a pity they killed Sart tho. He might've been the one that killed him.

No Synod kill today, I see. Probably for the best, tho. 

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Well done whoever got Rand :D

Now, fingers crossed, only one Spiked left.

And now, of course, we've got two elim teams to deal with, as Stick goes rogue for the Synod burning down the Tathingdwen Tautological Society of Tautology.

So, only 7 of us left, probably, hopefully, only one more Spiked.

Ignore the spacing issues, it's the formatting, won't let me get rid of the gaps.

2. Xinoehp512

6. Bort
7. Cadmium Compounder
8. _Stick_
9. Jondesu

15. Phattemer
16. Ark1002
 

Out of everyone here, I'm actually most suspicious of Phattemer. He's set himself up really well to direct the rest of the game, as a declared member of the Synod, and someone who outed one of the elims - Kidpen, meaning he is more or less trusted by most. Plus, all the targets he and the Synod have hit since then have all been innocent. The last, glaring question that keeps shoving it's way into my brain is this... Why isn't he dead yet? It's public knowledge the Synod have a doc to plot in, so surely the elims would want those people, who can plot against them in private, out of the way?

Final bit of info, for disclosure, I'm also on the Synod, and while I've been active, Phattemer has mostly directed our choice of targets in there too. I was also the one that tried to kill Sart, at Phattemer's suggestion.

I'll admit, I'm probably wrong here, so I would really like to hear what everyone else has to say about this before I place any votes.

@xinoehp512 @Cadmium Compounder @_Stick_ @Jondesu @phattemer @Ark1002


 

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I’ll be at a computer in about six hours (and I’m barely sapient at the moment) , but for now I think the most important question is whether we think there’s another Spiked in the Synod: me, Bort, or the third member whose anonymity I will protect at this time. It’s true we haven’t found any Spiked since Kidpen, but everyone we’ve targeted the thread thought was suspicious too. 

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3 hours ago, _Stick_ said:

No Synod kill today, I see. Probably for the best, tho. 

I'm pretty sure the Synod only had one kill.

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Wait really. I thought it was an every-night thing. My bad 

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yeah, the rules say it's a one time unblockable kill

analysis to come!

 

 

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I think phattemer. Your opinions seem accurate Bort.

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So, I still don't think there were two Spiked in the Synod, and because of that I'm certain the last Spiked lies somewhere within Xino, Stick, Cadmium, Ark, and Jondesu. Obviously, one of those is in fact a Synod member but given that they haven't revealed their identity to the thread yet I will respect their wishes and let them remain anonymous. 

Stick and Cadmium are the only ones of those two who have posted anything of substance, both with longer posts regarding their suspicions. Stick's was on Kidpen ultimately and last night Cadmium posted a longer accusation of myself. Despite that, I don't think they're Spiked.

I'll vote for Xino, as the most suspicious IMO of those 5. Xino, Ark, Jondesu, what are your thoughts on the remaining players? Who do you think could be the last Spiked?

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Well it's certainly quiet today. 

Below are my thoughts regarding those of us that remain, in no particular order.

Jondesu: He hasn't posted much, but Rand did try to start a lynch on him here. Plus, the fact that he supposedly chose to vote for Jond from either Kidpen or Jond speaks for itself. I don't think he'd list two of his teammates as his top suspects, especially when Jond didn't have any other votes on him already.

CadCom: I was unsure about CadCom until like two minutes ago, but then I found this post. He pointed out something really useful here, something I'd never have brought up were I an elim. So I'm willing to put him under my village reads.

Ark: I don't know why, but they're behaviour just doesn't seem elimy to me. Of course, they're new, so this might just be their general playstyle.

Phatt: What he's been doing would be extremely bold play for an elim. Elim!Phatt would have absolutely no reason to reveal his place in the Synod doc, right? 

22 hours ago, Bort said:

Phattemer has mostly directed our choice of targets in there too. I was also the one that tried to kill Sart, at Phattemer's suggestion.

You could be going in the right direction with this, but from my experience, while it's not always good for elims to fly completely under the radar, they also try not to stand out too much. Straight up mayor-ing the Synod doc without staying anonymous doesn't sound like the best plan for an elim to me. /shrug

Xino: The thing that stands out the most here is Xino's voting patterns. They always seem to cast their vote on bandwagons that have already formed. 

D1 

Worldhopper from Yolen (0): SartCoop772
Steeldancer (0): Araris Valerian
Kidpen (0): Alvron
Rathmaskal (0): Coop772
Stick (0): Worldhopper from Yolen
xineoph512 (0): Elandera
Araris Valerian (0): phattemer
Coop772 (6): randuir, Snipexe, Worldhopper from Yolen, I think I am here, Kidpen, Steeldancer
I think I am here (7): Sart, Araris Valerian, Elandera, Stick, xineoph512, Alvron, phattemer 

D2

Xineoph (1): Sart
Worldhopper from Yolen (1): Ark1002
Kidpen (1): Stick
Phattemer (2): Steeldancer, Alvron
Snipexe (6): Araris, Rathmaskal, Worldhopper from Yolen, Xineoph, Kidpen, phattemer
 
D3
Phattemer (1): Steeldancer
Randuir (2): Cadmium Compounder, Sart
Kidpen (6): Rathmaskal, Stick, Phattemer, Randuir, Xinoeph, Bort
Cadmium Compounder (1): Jondesu
Worldhopper from Yolen (1): Ark/Pretty
Sart (1): Kidpen

D4

Jondesu(2): Sart, Steel

Steel(4): Phattemer, Randuir, Bort, Xino

He's kind of suspicious. He only seems to log in to come cast his vote, and it's always a vote for someone on whom Araris or Rand have cast their votes on. It's actually really suspicious now that I think about it.

Bort: I think you're village.

Xinoeph

 

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Actually, Stick's logic about Xino's voting has sold me.

Of course, if we're wrong about Phattemer, we're basically handing the elims the game here.

Xino.

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I... I don't know what to say. All my arguments still stand. I can't really get super involved in this game, for IRL reasons. I'm still trying to figure everything out. However, I don't actually think my death would, as Bort put it, "hand the elims the game". Phattemer, I suppose. I don't really think my death would matter. But he is suspicious.

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I mean, if we're wrong about this, we can probably use the next cycle to lynch phattemer if everybody wants to

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So it seems most of us are deciding between Xino or Phatt, but Bort is worrying me. He’s going after phatt pretty hard, which isn’t necessarily an elim move, but then says we’re handing the Elims the game if we’re wrong, right after changing his vote? That move is one I’ve seen from people who ended up being elims. Bort, you’ve got my vote right now.

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