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Kay watched the argument with fascination. Already, all these fancy Bright Lords and Ladies, plus a Purelaker and some sort of hairy cremling, had been unable to reach a decision. Of course, no mortal was capable of truly making a decision. The will of the Almighty had always prevailed. Amidst the frantic shouting on both sides of the argument, Kay heard someone yelling for both Brightness Ellarel and Brightness Hymnyes to accept the judgement of the Almighty. A bit of a hasty sentiment, to be sure. The judgement of the Almighty could not be taken for granted, after all. Still, Kay echoed the call, as did the people around her. Kay saw in their faces that this decision was driven more by bloodlust than respect for the Almighty, but at least the correct choice was being made. 

 It seemed that the remainder of the supposedly noble mob supported the plan to place agency in the hands of another. Each condemned Brightlady was seized by four others, and the two women were carried to the nearest chasm. Kay ran ahead of the others, finding a spot on a nearby permanent bridge from which to witness the fate of those who rejected the Heralds’s teachings.


Hymnyes and Ellarel had barely time for a brief yell of surprise before the crazed ardent, with a willing mob of Alethi sympathisers, sent them teetering over the chasm’s edge. Ellarel felt herself grit her teeth; the nothingness underneath her was freeing, but the rapidly approaching ground, which she normally welcomed as a source of stability, seemed a prospect wholly unappealing. Beside her, Brightness Hymnyes screeched, her voice losing its natural melody it so frequently employed to sing hymns to the Almighty in favour of a hoarse squawk which contained all the terror a noblewoman pushed off a cliff should rightfully experience. 

Ellarel looked down, with alarm seeing the rocky floor of the chasm rushing up at her, and offered up a brief prayer to the Almighty. And perhaps it was heard. Noblewomen met ground with a sickening thud, their outstretched bodies connecting with a freshly killed set of Parshendi corpses. The pain was blinding and all-consuming, yet after minutes of agony slowly subsiding to numbness, both ladies realised the relative softness of the dead parshman soldiers on which they had fallen had spared their lives. Ellarel made an attempt at movement, and found her left arm and leg to be incapable of motion, and her ribcage was set aflame by every shuddering breath she drew. Falling back down, she dragged herself over to the fallen Brightness Hymnyes, who was softly humming “Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,” a familiar Vorin song of praise. Ironically, the fourth verse of the tune popped into her head, and she began to softly sing to the unconscious Hymnyes, adopting a mocking tone.

Praise the Almighty, who prospers your work and defends you;

Surely his goodness and honour shall daily attend you. 

Ponder anew what the Almighty can do, as with his pow’r he befriends you.

The Almighty was prospering her work, Ellarel thought bitterly, gazing at the steep walls of the cavern. They could just as well be a prison. What he seemed to have done was saved her from one death to send her into another, and no amount of pondering would change that reality—it was not a question of if the chasmfiends would find her, but when. She kicked the lethargic Hymnyes, then bit back a stream of curses as pins and needles shot up her bad leg. “Get up,” she said harshly. “We need to get moving.” 

The only response was a mutter of dissent, and a rustling behind her. Ellarel swerved, and came face to face with a crazed Hymnyes, who had picked up a dagger from the corpse of a fallen Parshendi. Ellarel did not have to do much to dodge—she tried to jump out of the way, but yelped as her legs gave way from under her, sending her sprawling in a heap to the ground. Hymnyes’ wild strike passed clear over her head, and the woman overbalanced, her own injuries showing as her hip and knee buckled, leaving her kneeling next to Ellarel. Breathing hard, the two women held their daggers, Hymnyes’ from the corpse, and Ellarel from a concealed region of her safepouch. Neither was able to crawl an inch closer to her adversary, but they were both within arm’s reach. Ellarel’s training as a scribe had made her fingers fast and agile: in spite of her exhaustion, the piton in her hand flashed, and its sharp edge did its quick work on the Brightlady’s arm. 

Hymnyes howled, dropping her dagger, frantically attempting to staunch the flow of blood from her arm. Ellarel, for her part, left the dying figure behind her, the vain pleas that Ellarel help prolong her life echoing in her ears as she slowly gathered herself energy and crawled away from the dying wretch behind her. The Almighty, it seemed, had chosen her. Perhaps his goodness did attend her, hidden though it was. Yet she had no way of dragging her exhausted frame back up the cavern. “Help up there?” she called to the sky, scarcely daring to hope for a reply.

From high above, a knotted rope ladder dropped to her feet. “The Almighty has given you the victory, blessed one,” the echoing voice of the ardent Kay came back immediately. “Therefore come up, to be fed and cared for. We do not wish you harm any longer.”


Mraize grinned at the sight of the woman, the blood dripping over her form as she emerged from the Chasms. It seemed that the Ghostblood’s work was being done for them. He watched from his perch on the roof of a barracks, his spyglass held tightly hands. When he finally confirmed that the woman was indeed Ellarel, he turned to the man standing to his left. He was a messenger from one of the more deeply embedded cells, and was bearing news of the other woman. “Dead?” The man nodded. “Was it them?” “No blade” Mraize nodded. Despite how convenient an early death of their adversary would have been, it would have been far too suspicious for one with knowledge of his sect to die from a mere fall. Mraize’s gaze fell to the horizon, to the Shattered Plains in the distance, and the group returning with Ellarel. “Let them know, tonight the axe hounds are to be let loose.” The man nodded, then retreated. Mraize sighed. He felt it was a tad early to be starting the killing, but the incident had only confirmed how at each other’s throats the nobles were. It would only be in the Ghostbloods’ favor to toss some fuel on the flames, lest they themselves become consumed. 

 


Butt Ad Venture was lynched! He was a Noble without any items! 

Vote Count:

Venture (4): Elandera, Rath, Fura, Drake

Elandera (4): Venture, Araris, Striker, Sart, El

Stink (1): HH

El (1): Coda

Night 1 has begun, and will end in approximately 23 hours, at 9 PM EST on Wednesday 13 November. 

PMs are closed, except for Spanreeds. If you are using your Spanreed tonight, submit your order via GM PM before sending any PMs. Keep in mind all PMs must have *all* the GMs in them. :P Please and thank you :) 

Please don’t be last-minute with your actions like with your votes, or I as GM will find some way to drive you as equally insane as the two-seconds-before-rollover submissions make me, and I’m a creative person. :P Please in the future inform me if you’re going to be sending in anything literally last-minute. Thank you :P 

Special thanks to Devotary and Snip for helping with the first and third sections of the writeup, respectively. Collaborative writing is wonderful, and you should spread some upvotes around to them. 

Good luck! 

Player List: 

Spoiler

1. Elandera as Brightness Ellarel, a flighty scribe who nonetheless remains tethered to the ground

2. Rathmaskal as Brightlord I.N., whose reversed name conceals his role as a secret member of the Knights of Ni

3. Butt Ad Venture as Brightness Hmynyes, a connoisseur of classical Vorin music Noble

4. Xinoehp512 as Brightlord Rashor, a man who determinedly believes that blue wine is a plague from the Voidbringers

5. Araris Valerian as Brightlord Arilar, a recently arrived spy with ties to the Kholins 

6. StrikerEZ as Brightlord Nalakor, a professional chull breeder and racer and close friend of the King’s Wit

7. Furamirionind as Brightness Dohila, a lighteyes who insists on wearing only orange and green lace

8. Hemalurgic Headshot as Rat, a pet of Brightlord Joe and a secret worldhopper

9. Sart as Tleir, a Purelaker trying desperately to impersonate the missing Brightness Drella while House Sebarial hunts for her

10. STINK as Jumae III, a Brightlord whose eccentricity in fashion contrasts sharply with a docile and even temperament 

11. DrakeMarshmallow as Brightlord Ekard, a man at the mercy of the Almighty Himself

12. Amanuensis as Brightlord Ularid Leiken, a man hunting a chull with a green shell which once insulted his mother

13. Coda as Brightness Dejda, one of Adolin’s former girlfriends who now hates the Kholins with a passion

14. Straw as Brightlord Straw, an effigy of Gavilar which was officially recognised as a lighteyes of the fourth dahn 

15. Elbereth as Brightness Tintallë, whose title has come under charges of redundancy by expert Quenya scholars

 

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Interesting how no one seems to want to be the first post this turn?

While I apologize to Fifth for the last minute scramble, and I was in the middle of typing out a retraction when the turn ended, but I believe it to be extremely informative.
Quick first thoughts:

I think Sart is probably village. No reason for him to attempt to hammer and save Venture.

I've liked El all game so far, though this strikes me as a bit defensive and over-explanatory.

Elandera looks suspicious, but to give her benefit of the doubt, she didn't vote on Venture until after Sart voted on her.

Also, vote manipulation saved Elandera.

I'll have actual analysis at some point within (probably) the foreseeable future.

 

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Ellarel's whole body hurt. She wasn't well-versed in the healing arts, but she knew several bones were broken, and she likely had a concussion. The world spun as she hauled herself back to the top of the chasm - an incredibly difficult task with one arm and one leg refusing to function properly. Her vision became blurry, then dark near the edges and tears streamed down her face. She wanted to scream, but would not let herself. More dignity was required, especially after receiving a blessing from the Almighty to still be alive.

This was really going to put a damper on her potential of catching Adolin's eye. Maybe he'd hear of the incredible survival, though. Ellarel only hoped her face remained unmarred, or that might chase him away just as quickly.

If nothing else, this gave her an excuse to not work for a while.

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Sorry Fifth for the late vote.

19 minutes ago, Furamirionind said:

Also, vote manipulation saved Elandera.

That was me. The best I could hope for was to get things to a tie and hope I came out alive.

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Does anyone perchance have like 50 spanreeds they've been hoarding?

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:( But other people like PMs. Like me! You don’t have to be in them! 

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10 hours ago, Furamirionind said:

Also, vote manipulation saved Elandera.

10 hours ago, Elandera said:

That was me. The best I could hope for was to get things to a tie and hope I came out alive.

Hm. I can't blame you for self-preservation, but I guess my question is, if you weren't in danger and were able to vote for someone other than Venture, who would you have gone for and why? From just a quick glance of your last few posts you actually believed him to be village, but didn't look for any alternatives. Even in the post you remark on 31 hours being left before turn over you just summarize what's happened so far.

2 hours ago, STINK said:

Does anyone perchance have like 50 spanreeds they've been hoarding?

Unfortunately no, but I would appreciate anyone who does have a spanreed to reach out to me.

Sorry El :P

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3 hours ago, STINK said:

Does anyone perchance have like 50 spanreeds they've been hoarding?

Believe me, if I had 50 Spanreeds, I'd have sent out 50 PMs by now. : P

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39 minutes ago, Amanuensis said:

Hm. I can't blame you for self-preservation, but I guess my question is, if you weren't in danger and were able to vote for someone other than Venture, who would you have gone for and why? From just a quick glance of your last few posts you actually believed him to be village, but didn't look for any alternatives. Even in the post you remark on 31 hours being left before turn over you just summarize what's happened so far.

Possibly Drake, but probably no one, if I'm being honest. I didn't have any strong leads, and ran out of time for substantial analysis when it might have been useful based on amount of content. I actually contemplated letting Venture live over me, since I had a feeling he was village, but decided to leave the decision with RNG. 

The reason I might have voted on Drake is based on what I remember from last turn. His reason for voting Venture seemed a bit... flimsy? I don't think that's the right word, but I'm too tired to find the right one. It just didn't feel genuine. I'll want to look back at it more thoroughly before I take any action against him. 

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54 minutes ago, Furamirionind said:

Believe me, if I had 50 Spanreeds, I'd have sent out 50 PMs by now. : P

"The PMs can contain up to a fifth of the total amount of starting players. Setting up the spanreed counts as a night action, but once you use that action, any number of PMs can be created that night."

There can be very large amount of PMs, based on this bit from the rules :)

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55 minutes ago, Elandera said:

Possibly Drake, but probably no one, if I'm being honest. I didn't have any strong leads, and ran out of time for substantial analysis when it might have been useful based on amount of content. I actually contemplated letting Venture live over me, since I had a feeling he was village, but decided to leave the decision with RNG. 

The reason I might have voted on Drake is based on what I remember from last turn. His reason for voting Venture seemed a bit... flimsy? I don't think that's the right word, but I'm too tired to find the right one. It just didn't feel genuine. I'll want to look back at it more thoroughly before I take any action against him. 

I would be curious to see that reasoning. I remember having a weird gut feeling as well.

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*is lost*

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14 minutes ago, Coda said:

When I PM my actions, do I include just @Fifth Scholar or should I have the other GMs too?

Just do it as a response to the PM in which you received your role.

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You have less than half an hour to finalise your actions. Please do so now. :) 

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Oh I completely forgot that this was an LG and nights are only 24 hours. :P

Anyway, everyone has basically already said what I was going to about the results of the lynch: not particularly a fan of Elandera manipulating the votes into giving herself a chance of surviving. I think a newer player would be more likely to do that as a villager, but I feel like more experienced players are more likely to just let themselves get lynched. Unless Elandera just really didn’t trust Venture. Which, to be fair, I definitely did not either.

I really need to start working on homework, but I’ll probably pop back on in a bit to see what happens after rollover.

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Uh, no one else actually said that they didn't like Elandera saving herself? :P 

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4 minutes ago, Elbereth said:

Uh, no one else actually said that they didn't like Elandera saving herself? :P 

.....pretend they did? :P

I could’ve sworn they did. Maybe this is why I should pay more attention while I read things. 

Anyway, I guess I do have an original thought then. :P

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As the last-minute posts still roll in, the cycle is nevertheless closed. :P 

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Ellarel would not be attending the feast tonight. All those months worked and spheres saved to purchase a havah styled in the latest fashion and an appointment with a hair stylist squandered in a matter of hours by a few suspicious nobles. The medics had not been able to attend her immediately, as they were busy tending the more life-threatening wounds of Kholin soldiers injured during the day’s fighting. Still, Ellarel was a lighteyes, and within a few hours her broken bones had been splint and a bed provided. The attending medic assured her that she would be walking again in a few weeks. 

That was several weeks too late for Ellarel. Tonight had been her best chance of getting to meet Adolin, but now that opportunity had passed. Perhaps she could apply to be a scribe for the Kholins. They had been willing to take care of her injuries, so at least they knew who she was. She resolved to try once the Ghostbloods were crushed and her broken bones healed. Perhaps the Almighty would smile on her once again.

The medics had let her keep the knife she’d used to kill Brightness Hymnyes. The blade was still too bloody to put back in her safepouch, so the weapon lay on the bed next to her unbroken arm. Ellarel replayed the memory of piercing Hymnyes arm in her head, imagining that she would do the same to the cowards who had attacked Highprince Sebarial. She barely even noticed when a young man wearing Kholin blue strode into the tent, escorted by four members of the Cobalt Guard.

Adolin paused when he saw that one person receiving medical attention was not a member of the Kholin army, or even the Kholin warcamp. He walked closer to her bed in the corner of the tent. “Where did you sustain your injuries?” he asked. 

Ellarel jolted upright, making her head swim and sending blinding flashes of pain shooting up her broken arm and leg. She had gotten to meet Adolin Kholin after all! She tried to take in every detail through blurry eyes. His crisply tailored Kholin uniform, newly donned after the day’s battle. His exotic blonde-black hair, the same colour as hers. His piercing blue eyes, looking directly at her. The closest member of the Cobalt Guard, swinging a knife down towards his neck. Ellarel screamed and grabbed the knife with her left hand, pain momentarily forgotten as she leaped out at the traitorous bodyguard. Alarmed, Adolin stepped out of the way, narrowly avoiding the strike from behind. The Ghostblood’s blade kept going, embedding itself deep into Ellarel’s heart. The last thing she saw before being whisked away to Shadesmar was Adolin rushing off to apprehend the assassin. 

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“I must congratulate you, Darrel,” the smooth voice of Arrdel came to Domand’s ears, his accent refined and perfectly in tune with the strange speech of Roshar—then again, he was a native. “You came here yourself to ensure that a conflagration was stirred up. Well, you certainly succeeded, but this hardly seems to be the work you intended.” He chuckled softly to himself, rubbing his hands together against the chill of the night air. 

Domand inclined his head gravely as they walked on, a shadow to the casual eye, though inwardly he seethed. What was Arrdel doing away from his tasks in Marabethia? And how did he think he could maintain the paper-thin glass of Alethkar against the repeated hammer blows of the coming Desolation? The stupidity of the Alethi elite could hardly be pinned upon him. “It will have to do, Arrdel,” he spoke aloud. “My subterfuge has united the country, in an odd sort of way, but any unity is better than none, and while they did unite in fear and not fraternity, the former will often produce the latter. You know why I do what I do—Cultivation watches this planet, but indirectly, and a challenge from the Father of Hate may break her in the end. The only way to stop Odium’s attack is deterrence. And for that we need a Unifier, one which I intend to create out of this mess, who can pick up Honour and thrust Odium away from this system, before he causes more harm than he already has.”

“Drive him away? Like the Oathpact?” Arrdel retorted. “It is a frail patch on an old wound. Eventually, we will need to let it scar for it to heal at all.” 

Darrel looked at Arrdel, aghast. One of the ASWA’s most significant triumphs in thousands of years—the Oathpact keeping Odium bound to Braize—was a “frail patch?” “You overstep yourself,” he said flatly. “Honour and Cultivation can and must check Odiun’s growing strength. I care not for how it is done, so long as it is. However, if you believe an immediate war with casualties in the millions will solve Shardic disputes properly, then perhaps you do not belong in this group anymore.”

Arrdel’s eyes flashed, but he said nothing more. “Let us hope that you are right, and that the Ghostbloods provide the distraction and the unifying force we need for this, then. For now, I must return to Marabethia. I must say, I have missed you in the field of work lately—it is good to see you getting your hands dirty now, instead of the Council of Seven. Peace be with you and your works.”

“And also with you and yours,” Darrel whispered into the cold night, pacing his way back to the stone bunker in his solitary camp.

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Elandera was killed! She was a Noble with a Pain Knife!

Day 2 has begun, and will end in approximately 47 hours, at 9 PM EST on Friday 15 November.

Spanreed PMs begun during the Night may be used at Day; however, new ones may not be created. Also, questions about your items are best asked at a time not equivalent to two minutes from rollover. Thank you for your cooperation. :P 

Good luck!

Player List: 

Spoiler

1. Elandera as Brightness Ellarel, a flighty scribe who nonetheless remains tethered to the ground Noble

2. Rathmaskal as Brightlord I.N., whose reversed name conceals his role as a secret member of the Knights of Ni

3. Butt Ad Venture as Brightness Hmynyes, a connoisseur of classical Vorin music Noble

4. Xinoehp512 as Brightlord Rashor, a man who determinedly believes that blue wine is a plague from the Voidbringers

5. Araris Valerian as Brightlord Arilar, a recently arrived spy with ties to the Kholins 

6. StrikerEZ as Brightlord Nalakor, a professional chull breeder and racer and close friend of the King’s Wit

7. Furamirionind as Brightness Dohila, a lighteyes who insists on wearing only orange and green lace

8. Hemalurgic Headshot as Rat, a pet of Brightlord Joe and a secret worldhopper

9. Sart as Tleir, a Purelaker trying desperately to impersonate the missing Brightness Drella while House Sebarial hunts for her

10. STINK as Jumae III, a Brightlord whose eccentricity in fashion contrasts sharply with a docile and even temperament 

11. DrakeMarshmallow as Brightlord Ekard, a man at the mercy of the Almighty Himself

12. Amanuensis as Brightlord Ularid Leiken, a man hunting a chull with a green shell which once insulted his mother

13. Coda as Brightness Dejda, one of Adolin’s former girlfriends who now hates the Kholins with a passion

14. Straw as Brightlord Straw, an effigy of Gavilar which was officially recognised as a lighteyes of the fourth dahn 

15. Elbereth as Brightness Tintallë, whose title has come under charges of redundancy by expert Quenya scholars

 

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I mean... sure? That seems like the wrong choice for the elims, but no complaints here. 

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Brightness Dejda was horrified. Brightness Ellarel had just been judged in trial by combat and found worthy, and now, the Ghostbloods struck again! What a terrible thing. Would the nobles be picked off one by one, like cremlings beneath an axehound? But then again, the nobles could do things that cremlings could not, such as vote each other to an untimely demise. Was this to be the legacy of the Alethkar nobility? Nothing but death. There were more important things than Dejda's stupid grudge against the Kholins. Now was the time to find the killers. 

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