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1 hour ago, Elbereth said:

*sighs loudly*

No one else wants to comment on that lynch? At all? You might die tonight! At least get your thoughts out there! I'm bored!!

Also @Sart fyi there's an inactivity filter in this game, which I'm guessing you missed given your vote on Xino. 

While there is an inactivity filter, Xinoehp was avoiding it by posting this.

He wouldn't have died from the filter, and could have skated by stealing more items. And since he was the Thief, I doubt he started with any items, so he probably stole the Reverser he died with Night 1. So I really don't feel bad about lynching him, although I would rather have lynched a Ghostblood.

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I know that he wouldn't have died from the filter tonight, although I'm skeptical that he didn't start with a Reverser - as the Thief in the previous game, I know how hard it was, and no one claimed their Reverser was stolen (though if anyone would like to, I'm all ears). 

@Furamirionind could you clarify why you think that? I'm not sure I agree. 

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Hmm, well Sart still could, but I was already thinking he was village. HH was sitting at 2 votes for a while, tied for first, and there wasn't any effort to save him. You could technically count my vote as saving him, but I misunderstood the state of the votes, and I attempted to switch to him last second as well.

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Tleir was unused to all this … dryness. It wasn’t right for a woman to spend so much time away from the Purelake. The sooner Brightness Drella could be found, the sooner Tleir could find her way home. For now though, it was a life of stony ground, cold weather, and dim light, with the only water coming from those all-too-frequent Highstorms. Such were the sacrifices required for a woman who gotten far too deep into debt. 

Tleir elected to take a walk during the night. Adolin had almost been killed last night, but surely Brightness Drella wasn’t on any assassin’s hit list. The need to take a break from the hasty Alethi was overwhelming. King Elhokar was insistent that the Ghostbloods be exterminated immediately, but Tleir couldn’t see why this whole situation couldn’t be resolved over a nice bowl of fish stew. Besides, she thought bitterly, Sebarial deserved whatever that Shardbearer had been trying to do. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she took a deep breath and tried to think of happy memories from the Purelake. Tleir was so focused on these recollections, she didn’t notice where she was going until she found herself near the chasm where Hymnyes had died the day before. Someone else was already here, reaching their hand out in what seemed like a friendly gesture. Tleir briefly began to walk towards the obscured figure, but quickly changed her mind when a six foot, wickedly curved blade dropped into that outstretched hand.

Three months in these Vun Makak blessed warcamps, and she still refused to wear shoes. There were no lakes to dip her feet in, but there was no way she would cover her feet in such a restrictive manner. This was, at times, inconvenient. Her feet were calloused enough that mere walking wasn’t painful, but running barefoot on the rough stone ground was another story. Running away from the angry Shardbearer, Tleir briefly considered whether it may have been expedient to commission some sort of footwear for special occasions. The rest of her concentration was focused on finding a good place to hide. Risking a quick glance behind her, she saw that the Shardbearer was now far too close. There would be no time to reach a tent before she was caught and killed. There would be only one chance to escape, short of fighting the Shardbearer and inevitably dying. Offering a silent prayer to Nu Ralik, Tleir dove to the ground and rolled, narrowly dodging a horizontal slice. Stumbling to her feet, she raced towards the chasm. Ellarel had survived a fall, so surely she could as well. Perhaps the Shardbearer wouldn’t be willing to follow. When she reached the edge of the cliff, she hesitated for a second too long. One swing of the blade later, and Tleir found herself unable to feel her lower right leg. 

More hurriedly than she’d done anything else in her life, Tleir allowed herself to tumble into the chasm, attempting to land on her now useless right leg. She plummeted through the air and crashed into the ground right foot first, shattering every dead bone. Despite the pain, she forced herself to crawl a few meters away from the landing site and hide deep in the shadows. Far above, the Shardbearer sighed and dismissed their blade. It wasn’t worth it to continue chasing after their target tonight.


Brightness Deeli Dohila simply hated her name. The storming alliteration, and the hair's breadth away it was from rhyming lended itself far too well to nicknames of the most annoying sort. It was so hard to get respect when you would go from reveling in the success of your latest scheme to being referred as Brightness DD by Queen Aesudan herself. She sighed as she walked through the halls of the palace. She still didn’t know why she had been called there. The note seemed to indicate it was from the King, but the messenger had been strangely mute on the topic. He escorted her as she made her way to the location indicated in the missive. Even if there was only the smallest chance it was in reality the King, or one of the Kholins, it would be a mistake to ignore the message. She turned the corner of the hallway, then entered a small room. It was small, dank, seemingly unused. A bizarre location for a meeting with a Brightlady of the Fourth Dahn. She had turned to ask the messenger if she was in the right location, when she found the dagger planted in her side. Her breath caught, the pain unfurling through her body as blood blossomed from the wound. She fell to her knees, desperately praying to the Almighty. Her hands scrambled to patch the wound, to cover the rivers of blood as they spread over the field of orange lace on her side, then fell still.


Three sharp knocks came on the door to the bridgeman barracks. Lopen stirred, muttering groggily. “We’re supposed to be day shift. Teft, see what that guy wants?” 

The door had already been opened by a surprised Sigzil, though, who eyed the newcomer warily. His clothes were not akin to anything he had seen in the Alethi courts, but the basic design was Vorin, albeit in the style of a military uniform similar to Dalinar’s, and not frilled with the lace favoured by so much of lighteyed society. It was underneath a bulky blue jacket, with an odd insignia on its breast, and the hood sporting the same pattern drawn up over the man’s head, casting his face in shadow. There was no sword at his side, though Lopen did note the array of knives hanging around his belt and the equally impressive number mostly hidden, which his clothing betrayed. The visitor inclined his head to the lounging bridgemen. “Hello,” he stated simply. “I am looking for somebody to take me to the Highprince of War. It is an urgent matter, and I have something to deliver to him. As you are his guards, will you escort me to him?” 

“I assume you’re delivering that hefty package of knives inside your coat to him, gancho?” Lopen called back, his hand resting casually on his spear. “I’m afraid the Highprince will have to wait to receive those another day.” He raised an eyebrow at Teft, who slid over and placed himself between the door and the man, who remained at ease. Lopen found himself annoyed at the insolent posture—he looked more like a haughty street merchant sizing up customers than a man surrounded by highly capable fighters. “What do you want? Who are you?” he repeated.

Smiling slightly, the man drew back his hood, revealing a face weathered by the years, yet which retained all its vigour in the discerning eye cast upon the bridgemen each in turn. Sigzil beside him squirmed at the gaze, averting his eyes, but Lopen grit his teeth and looked back into them, burning with frustration, which overrode the other feelings within him. “Your bravery is admirable, if unnecessary,” the newcomer replied easily. “If you must know, it is a letter, and contains nothing more than a missive from another who need not immediately concern you. Its contents, regardless, are not for your ears.” He frowned at the second question. “I am known as Domand, but that is not important. The information I have for Dalinar is important. If you’re quite done with me, will you take me to him? I do not lie in saying that my counsel is urgent.”

“Not with that coat on, gancho,” Lopen replied. “Every knife you have stays here, and don’t think we’re dumb enough to mi—”

Lopen’s voice cut off as a Shardblade appeared in Domand’s hand. “I do not need such instruments anyway,” he said slowly. “I have this—if I wanted to, I could slaughter him and you. Your loyalty is admirable, but it approaches foolhardiness. Let’s go to Dalinar.”


Sart was attacked, but survived!

Furamirionind was killed! He was a Noble with a Painrial. 

Day 3 has begun! It will end in approximately 47 hours, at 9 PM EST on Monday 18 November. 

Any PM which STINK began is no longer open. All other spanreed PMs may be continually used, though no new ones may be opened this cycle. 

There will be a lynch today, with no vote minimum to kill. 

Thanks once again to Devotary and Snip for help with the writeup. 

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 Thief

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 Noble

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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Wow, things are quiet here. I suppose it is a Sunday morning, but I would have expected at least one post in 15 hours. Anyways, I'm going to vote on Drake. It seems like our lynches aren't doing a good job of targeting elims, due to the lack of significant end of cycle participation and vote manipulation. That makes me more concerned about people who aren't placing votes. I'd say Drake, STINK, and Rath are probably my top suspects right now.

As I'm writing this, a wild STINK appears!

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To whoever attacked me with a Shardblade last night. Ouch. I doubt the Ghostbloods have one, so we nearly had a Villager kill a Villager.

In terms of lynching, I'll amp the pressure on Drake. I'm still suspicious of him, so hopefully this time we can get some traction.

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1 hour ago, Araris Valerian said:

I'd say Drake, STINK, and Rath are probably my top suspects right now.

As I'm writing this, a wild STINK appears!

Firstly, I consider it quite the insult that I'm on your top suspects :P All I've been trying to do is get PMs, and as soon as I did they were ripped away from me by the cold hands of Fifth :(

As for wildly appearing, maybe I'm starting to get worried about Elbereth? Also you should know my playstyle by now Araris, that's something I always aim to do :P

Just now, Sart said:

To whoever attacked me with a Shardblade last night. Ouch. I doubt the Ghostbloods have one, so we nearly had a Villager kill a Villager.

In terms of lynching, I'll amp the pressure on Drake. I'm still suspicious of him, so hopefully this time we can get some traction.

Suspicious of Drake why?

Also, thats a real ooft to the shardblade fella, real shame.

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56 minutes ago, STINK said:

Firstly, I consider it quite the insult that I'm on your top suspects :P All I've been trying to do is get PMs, and as soon as I did they were ripped away from me by the cold hands of Fifth :(

As for wildly appearing, maybe I'm starting to get worried about Elbereth? Also you should know my playstyle by now Araris, that's something I always aim to do :P

Suspicious of Drake why?

Also, thats a real ooft to the shardblade fella, real shame.

STINK, I know it's your playstyle. It's just that I think that playstyle fits with what the elims are doing this game.

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So the thing was I was planning to call Fura out for the voting shenanigans last cycle, but now he's dead, and I can't do that. However, someone that I'd like to hear from is @Rathmaskal, because he seems to have faded away. Do you happen to know anything about the attack on Sart?

Also, @STINK, did something happen to your Spanreed or something?

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10 hours ago, Hemalurgic Headshot said:

Also, @STINK, did something happen to your Spanreed or something?

Unfortunately, it was decreed that Artifab-Span PMs are temporary, because otherwise I'd be able to singlehandedly break the game's balance with my huge brain scheming

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I'm alive. Sorry for not being around much. I had a busy weekend not including NaNo, and I think I'm going to use night turns as a break from the game for NaNo anyways.

I'm not sure why Fura was killed. When I get the chance, I'll isolate all his posts, track his votes, and other people's votes on him. Hopefully I'll turn up something worthwhile.

16 hours ago, Sart said:

To whoever attacked me with a Shardblade last night. Ouch. I doubt the Ghostbloods have one, so we nearly had a Villager kill a Villager.

In terms of lynching, I'll amp the pressure on Drake. I'm still suspicious of him, so hopefully this time we can get some traction.

Wait. Are the means of kill attempts (Shardblade, Grand Bow, or Elim Attack) specified to the survivor?

46 minutes ago, STINK said:

Unfortunately, it was decreed that Artifab-Span PMs are temporary, because otherwise I'd be able to singlehandedly break the game's balance with my huge brain scheming

Ah. I figured that was Soulcaster created too, but I just reviewed the rules. Soulcaster's are a redirect.

Also that is unfortunate. I wonder if the Artifabrian realized it would be temporary. Seems to me like there's a lot of better things to create.

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3 hours ago, Amanuensis said:

Wait. Are the means of kill attempts (Shardblade, Grand Bow, or Elim Attack) specified to the survivor?

Kill types were distinguished in LG20, so we decided to specify kill types in this game. If it isn't clear, Fura was killed by the Ghostbloods and Sart was attacked by a Shardblade. We didn't look hard enough to see that the identities of survivors were not disclosed in LG20, so we ended up giving away too much information.

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Note: I didn’t respond yesterday because I was focused on the MR and then needed to do a great deal of algebra homework. This might be my last post of today as well - though hopefully not - because I’m presently recovering from a minor emotional breakdown and who knows how that’ll go. 

So to be very brief because I do want to post something, I don’t read too much into Fura’s death but I almost wish Sart had died - I’ve been flip flopping on him hard (good for his last minute thing the first cycle and his first post the next, but if there was any elim up for the lynch last cycle I bet strongly it’d be him - he was the one who was in danger of being lynched and then two last minute other targets popped out essentially from nowhere to put him back into safety, plus his post this cycle about village-on-village action felt off) because I’d really like to know his alignment.

I’d be interested in lynching him informationally at the least, although I’m not sure how near LyLo we are. I also don’t like that Drake’s been up for the lynch for so long with no resistance, so will at least for now vote Sart to diversify lynch targets. May come back later, who knows?

@STINK why’re you worried about me? 

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I have literally no solid suspicions. As things stand, Drake is lynched, that happens. However, if I were to place my vote on Sart, there is a chance that we figure out Sart's alignment and a chance we figure out Drake's alignment. I honestly don't have strict opinions on who it is, because honestly anyone could be an Elim. I have no idea.

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