Long Game 7: The Annealing of Luthadel

[Metacognition he/him]

Ashette: Mailu is my most likely suspect for the final Skaa. Asyr was supposed to hit him last night and you were supposed to hit Hyrun. Well, Hyrun was hit and died; I'm assuming that's because you did what you said you were going to, Ashette. When I found out that Fain was hit, that meant that Asyr didn't follow through with what he said he was going to do. The fact that Mailu came into the thread to "confirm" the hit helped convince me. It was either that or Gamma or Kaldin had lied about what metals they had and they attacked Fain.

Beyond that, Gamma was one of the first to vote for Racine and he never switched his vote or really tried to argue for her. So, while he's been paranoid as all getup this game, I don't think he's Skaa. Cat relinquished her House Lord status to Hadrian. Considering their House Power is Genealogy, that would've been a bad move for the Skaa, as it gave us the power to scan her if we so wished, so I don't believe her to be Skaa. Alden argued in defense of Racine too hard IMO to be Skaa and that would mean that there was a Lesser House with two Skaa in it, so I don't believe him to be Skaa. That just leaves you and Mailu. Since you're both being scanned tonight, either way we'll have confirmation of who the last Skaa is. 

 

This idea of a leak in the Chain is ridiculous at this point since it would mean that Kas, Hadrian, or myself would have to have helped find and kill two Skaa just to maintain our cover. Not bad within itself, but not worthwhile this late in the game. If that were the case, then we'd be pretty bad at being Skaa, since we didn't use our position to either help protect the other Skaa or use the information to kill off the more important roles. One Skaa, even hidden as well as they would be within the Chain wouldn't be able to kill us all. If they were going to make their move, they would have by now. 

 

Kal: I'll be honest with you, if everyone had gone for the idea of killing off your House, I had possible plans to see if Fain and I could come out on top, but my plan with the deal was multi-layered. If everyone didn't go for it, but at least didn't give Mailu a reason to doubt us, then everyone survives (especially those within the Chain who worked hard to make this win possible). If everyone went for it, but only until one of your House died, then the Houses that formed the Alliance of the Chain would be the ones to come out on top. If everyone was willing to actually raze your House to the ground, then I had plans to form an alliance with the final members of the Lesser Houses to kill off all the Great Houses. If I had presented it differently, those plans wouldn't have been possible. 

 

Also, it looks like I owe you and apology and as I said I would, I'm sorry for doubting you. Hopefully you can see why I did doubt you though, based on all the information I had and the assumptions I had made. I'm glad we didn't accidentally kill you now. 

 

Mailu: Well played and I 100% congratulate you guys on entirely confusing me there at the end. I'd love to know what drove you guys to hit both Fain and Kas on the same night, as that really threw me for a loop! 

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Honestly, Cat hit it on the head almost. She got the exact reason we decided to hit Fain. We chose Kas because we knew he was a Lurcher and, obviously, a member of the Chain, and wanted to try and take him out. We hit again because we thought he was inactive enough to not get on and announce that he was hit, that coupled with the Lie that Asyr hit me, we thought we'd be able to get away with it. Obviously hat didn't work out as well as we thought. Our main problem this game was our inactivity. Overall, we were the most inactive Eliminator Team to ever be. Wandrin wasn't on often. Asyr showed up a couple times a day. At the beginning, only Racine and I were very active. We chose her to make the kill because we thought she was newer and less likely to get checked on. But, that was obviously not true. Once we lost her, I was gone for a week, so that didn't help. Then Wandrin was killed and Asyr and I kept up a bit of conversation, but by then it would've been hard for us to win. That was the main problem this game.

[Dellexe he/him]

Hmm. Looking back, I can see how you would assume I gave up information.

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But I'm not clever enough to make deals with the Skaa to get the secondary objective. I never thought of doing that. That would actually be quite impressive to see done. Hmm. I should try something like this in the future... Wait, no. You saw nothing.

[Ashiok]

Mail? canya kill me so I can say I havent survived a game yet?

[Kasimir he/him]

Might I recommend, as we have a confession, that all Mistborn with steel and Coinshots hit Maili tonight? As far as it looks, it seems pointless to me to keep dragging things on so we can wait another 48 hours to see if we've lynched our last skaa. Just have done with.

Alternatively, if anyone has Impeived Weaponry, this would be a good time to use it.

Edited August 15, 2014 by Kasimir

[Dellexe he/him]

I've only got Bronze/Copper tonight. No killing for me. I didn't ever use Steel this game. Despite getting it and Iron three times in a row.

Edited August 15, 2014 by Kal Dell

[Metacognition he/him]

Ashette, Alden, would you do the honors of finishing this game for us by taking out Mailu? Alden can use Improved Weaponry on Ashette and then the Coinshot attack would be lethal. As far as I'm aware, that's the only way we have available right now.

Edited August 15, 2014 by Metacognition

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Well that confession makes things pretty clear cut, huh? Of course I still am wary of a fifth player, but it does look/sound like it might have just been the four of them. I agree with Kas that we should probably take out Mailu tonight, if possible. Ash powered by IW would definitely do the trick. But yeah, just waiting for the lynch to get rid of them will just be a waste of time, and if there is indeed a fifth skaa, we'll know once the game doesn't end, then we can actually use the Day Turn to try and find them.

 

And, bah!,  I wanted to wait until my Ball (which I hope still happens, even if the game ends with Mailu's possible death tonight!) to reveal my Mistborn-ness, full of awesome RP and insults galore, but the kandra is already out of the bag. I do in fact have Iron/Steel tonight. So that was the debate I'm having for tonight. IF we can count of IW being used, then Ash can get powered-up and take out Mailu all by himself. If not, I'll have to double-team him with him to make sure it goes through. But that depends on the IW being used or not, because I don't want to make a redundant hit against the skaa when I could better be protecting their last target, hopefully. (If Gamut has anything to say about it, which, he hasn't been much help this game when trying to help Kas make his Lurch decisions)

The thing is, I'm still worried about that fifth potential skaa (especially with the skaa telling us that Mailu is the last one....since when do we start believing whatever Eliminators say?). Because with Kal being cleared, that means we have two Mistborn for the Nobles, which just seems quite a bit OP. And then if you consider the skaa have only had a Tineye, a Soother, a Coinshot, and then whatever Mailu is (Kas said somewhere he saw he claimed Rioter, and we had him guessed as a Seeker, which him being a Seeker makes more sense), that does make their team seem a bit lackluster in comparison. But I could see them being the team of 4, because the Skaa with a coinshot this game is pretty strong, as they would've been able to take out anybody with 1 hit when coordinated, besides a 50-50 chance of Lurched Mistborns dying or not.

Oh, and in response to Meta's comment of me being paranoid as all mists, haha, of course I am! What do you expect, in these games? The metagame (heh) of these games has completely shifted and evolved, and now I just always caution myself against all possibilities. Whenever something happens that makes me doubt somebody is an Eliminator, I automatically keep suspicion on them. Because that's the best way for a skaa to hide, is getting away with stuff that we "know" they would never try or do. The name of the game is Deception, and we can not eliminate the idea of the Eliminators doing whatever it takes to gain trust. Doesn't mean any of that long-con deception was actually happening in this game or not, but I will always weigh the possibilities.
 

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Gamma, this is all I have to say to you:

This is quite fun.

[Wyrmhero he/him]

The Night is over! Writeup coming as soon as my computer decides it wants to work >>

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Day 7

"What's this?"

"If you're that blind, put your tin to good use, Erikell," Heron scowled as he passed the note over to the Mistborn. "It's clearly another letter from our good friends, the Skaa. They're proving to be rather useful to us. Maybe they hope we'll grant them clemency."

"Oh? And who do they claim to give us the anonymous tip about this time?" Drax asked, taking the note from Heron and reading it. "Wait," he said, looking over the note at his employer, "isn't this the same one you showed me yesterday?"

"No, but they seem pretty insistent on getting him killed," Heron replied, opening the desk drawer and showing Drax that there was a second note there, identical to the first.

"Hah! They must think that we're absolute fools, if they think we'd act just on a letter," he smiled, ripping the note in half and tossing it out the window without a care for the city's littering laws. "So, what's next on the agenda? Who do I have to kill for House Heron today?"

"Despite the fact that they claim something so far-fetched as him being half-Terrisman," Heron said, gritting his teeth a little at the fact that Drax was including himself in like that, "it is the duty of the Inquisition to investigate such matters."

"I thought you left the Inquisition, Lord Heron? I mean, you haven't grown your hair back or anything, and the tattoos aren't likely to be something anyone ever misses, but I think that it seems a little too much like you don't know when to retire properly."

"Well, it's a good thing that I don't pay you to think," Heron snapped at him. "Just go and take care of this. Bring him to me."

"...Do you really think I'd be able to deliver my half-brother to his death, just like that?" Drax asked quietly, looking down at the floor.

"Why not? I did the same with my half-sister," Heron said, his tone gaining a hardness to it. Though he wouldn't admit it, the feeling of betrayal... It was more than he expected to feel, even now, almost a week later. "Just get on with it, and be glad that this doesn't implicate you as well. At least this shouldn't difficult for even you, he's half-dead on his feet already."
Drax sighed. Life could be cruel sometimes in The Final Empire. "Understood, My Lord."

*

Kassel was certainly easy to find, shut away in his bed as he was. He didn't have to get past any guards or anything - why would he need to? They'd prostrate themselves as soon as they saw him. That was what being a Mistborn was about.

"Hey," he said, forcing a smile as he entered Kassel's room. "I brought you some oranges. I heard you like oranges, right?"

"...I've already got some, thanks," Kassel covered his mouth as he yawned, then pointed at the full basket on his bed.

"Well, suit yourself," Drax shrugged as he began to peel the orange and eat a segment. "Still not healed then? You know you're not tricking anyone with your little 'Pewterarm' thing, right? Anyone who could really burn pewter would be out of here now."

Kassel sighed. "I thought as much. I was going to ask your advice on this, but I couldn't help you. Where were you yesterday?"

"Oh, I was... Helping Lord Heron investigate a few things," Drax said hesitantly, his orders still at the forefront in his mind, the letter's notes still playing through.

"I see," Kassel nodded. "I suppose it can't be helped then." He reached over for his notepad and pencil on the table beside him.

A glint of metal caught Drax' eye. "You're wearing jewellery in bed?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of the ring on Kassel's finger. He burnt steel. No, it wasn't just painted on. The line it gave off showed that it was definitely more than mere paint or foil. The ring was intricate enough that it was easy to remember. He thought it was a family heirloom of some kind, but not enough of one that he might expect Kassel to wear it continuously. "That's not made of wood?"

"Hm? Oh, well... It's the last thing my father gave me before he died," Kassel explained. "Just something to remember him by. I like to have it close by."

There was something else there, Drax could tell. He might not have been particularly good at judging people, but Kassel was just as bad at bluffing. It was why he always liked to play cards with his younger half-brother, he practically doubled his family allowance every time he did so. Maybe the note was right.

"There was something else," Drax said, before stopping. Could he really do this? Well, maybe it was all for nothing. It wasn't as though the Inqusition killed everyone they were suspicious of, particularly for something so ludicrous as this... Was it? He opened his mouth, but did not continue immediately.

"What is it? Does Lord Heron need to see me?" Kassel asked. There was a small amount of fear there. Unreasonable? Perhaps not, considering the circumstances and Lord Heron's previous work. But was it an indication of something else? Perhaps Kassel didn't even know he was breaking The Lord Ruler's commands merely by existing. If he did, he'd probably be a part of the Skaa Rebellion. Though perhaps he was, and Drax had just never before considered that his meek half-brother could be a traitor.

"Uh, yeah," Drax nodded. How he wished he could soothe this guilt away, and feel absolutely nothing. To be as cold as an Inquisitor. How had Heron managed it every day, to kill people he knew without a second thought?

"I'll need a carriage then," Kassel said. There was a brief moment when he seemed to concentrate, and then he stood up, wincing and sharply drawing breath. The orange bandages he wore were slightly red, Drax noticed. Kassel motioned for a servant to go and fetch him one, and hobbled out. Drax followed afterwards, feeling a little lost.

*

Halfway through the journey, Drax could no longer contain himself. "He's going to kill you!" He said, dispelling the silence in the small carriage. He stood up, pewter letting him maintain his balance, and shook his half-brother by the shoulders. "You have to know that! You're not an idiot like me, you know you're going to your death!"

"...You're right," Kassel sighed, ignoring the Mistborn's shaking. "I have known that I can do something other than Allomancy for a long time. I know that my father was not a noble. But what am I to do, Drax?"

"Flee!" Drax said, sitting back down. "Just escape the city somehow. They can't chase you everywhere, definitely not. In fact, we can go together! Brothers against the world." He smiled weakly. "What do you say?"

A hollow laugh was the response to his pleading. "Drax... Look at me. I can barely ride on this thing without agonising pain. You think I should run away? A horse ride would probably kill me. No... There's no escape from this. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was discovered."

"So you're just going to walk in there and let yourself get tortured," Drax summarised. "Great, that's just great. A really smart plan you have there. I'm beginning to think that I got all the brains in this family, which is just sad."

"Well... That's not quite what I had in mind," Kassel admitted.

"So what? Are you going to talk him out of killing someone half-Terris?" Drax snapped, then immediately regretted it.

"No," Kassel shook his head. "You're going to kill me instead."

"I... what?"

"Just make it quick," Kassel smiled a little and closed his eyes. "That's all I ask."

"You... You selfish bastard!" Drax said, standing up again to yell at his half-brother. "How dare you ask me to do that! And smiling while you do it! I'd kill you for that, if that wasn't what you were asking me to do!"

"I could Lurch your knife," Kassel said calmly, not opening his eyes. "I know you carry one made of steel, not obsidian. Of course, that would probably be messy and slow and painful. No, better to let the Mistborn trained to kill do it. It's better than me being tortured to death by a sadistic Inquisitor, after all."

"..." Drax dropped back down onto his seat and cradled his head in his hands. A minute passed by in silence. Then another. Then the coach stopped. Drax turned his head. They were in front of Keep Heron.

"Well?" Kassel asked, finally opening his eyes. There was a small shimmer in them. Instinctively, Drax burnt brass, soothing his little brother's fear. That knee-jerk reaction was what forced him to decide. He couldn't let his brother suffer at the hands of an Inquisitor. Even if it meant that he might suffer instead, for disobeying orders.

"...When I follow you, I swear that you are never going to hear the end of this," Drax muttered as he drew his knife and mentally prepared himself to kill his half-brother.

*

Lord Heron walked down to the front door of Keep Urbain, and was surprised to find it was closed to him, guards standing there trying to look presentable and official and failing terribly. "Where is Urbain?" he asked, irritated over the previous night's results. Why did Drax have to go against orders and kill his damned half-brother? "Has he forgotten that he is meant to be entertaining today? Though I suppose that would be a first in itself..."

"He has decided to hold his ball elsewhere, Lord Heron," one of the guards said, standing up straight and attempting to smooth his uniform somewhat. He seemed familiar. Perhaps he had worked for House Heron in the past. Guards came and went so often that he never bothered to keep track. "He and his guests departed an hour ago in a procession," he explained, before following on to give directions.

Lord Heron listened intently, and then paused as he did some mental calculations, travelling through the streets of Luthadel in his mind. "...Oh no..."

*

Lord Heron wished he could just crawl back into bed so he didn't have to face this, this... abomination. But he couldn't sleep at the moment. Even if he tried, he wouldn't even be able to with the knowledge of this existing weighing on his mind. At least it took his mind off the pain of his bandaged arm, not that it was a great consolation.

A sign as he entered the plaza said he was entertain 'The Urbain Wonderland', and it was certainly something to wonder about. The square was covered in tents, each of them a garish orange colour, with a roof of purple atop. Most of them seemed to be serving refreshments, but a few had sign painted above it in similarly criminal colours, denoting that they were special and unique attractions.

The first that Lord Heron found had the words 'Hall of Mirrors' emblazoned across it, in which could be found a variety of strange and twisted mirrors, each designed to distort the shape of a person differently. Amongst them was one single mirror that was not reshaped in any way, and the servant who attended that stall seemed to be finding great amusement from those who missed that the mirror was not distorted and were shocked by the shape of their body.

Next to this, a team of Lurchers and Coinshots operated a spinning merry-go-round, with caricatures of Horses, Mistwraiths, Skaa and Koloss for people to ride on. A large number of Urbain-affiliated children played around it, ordering the Allomancers to speed up their Pushing and Pulling according to their whim.

The second tent with a different inside was declared to be a 'Gift Exchange Tent', where a line of people stood, each depositing something in a large box with a question mark on the side and taking something else out. The reactions from this ran the whole gamut from the amused to the scandalised to the enraged.

The third tent along proclaimed itself as 'Lord A'lees' Petting Zoo', and inside it was stowed with things as befitted the great House Lord in question - Malnourished horses, Mistwraiths with bones sticking out of everywhere haphazardly, and caged and dazed Koloss. Every so often, the Koloss would be blinded by servants with magnesium flares to prevent them from rampaging and breaking out.

Next to this was the 'Poetry Tent', where aspiring nobles could show their credibility in the finer arts with their creativity, genius and wit. At least, as long as they were creative with Eastern Dominance slang, genius enough to explain what they actually said, and witty enough to conjure up a meaning for it out of thin air. The prize was an Eastern Dominance translator, a Skaa to take with you on formal occasions and baffle your enemies with.

In the centre, there was of course a magnificent fountain, though Lord Urbain was only taking advantage of the fact it was already here. He had however exchanged the water for wine, and a pair of Terrisman stood on either side, one holding a bottle of expensive wine from the Western Dominance, the other refilling the fountain with cheap stuff from the North. In front of the Terrismen, a set of Coinshots and Lurchers juggled metal and fire between themselves, a dazzling array of light against the ashen sky.

To the side of the fountain was, of course, the band. Lord Urbain had spared absolutely no expense for this ball, that much was obvious from the fact that he had bought the most expensive troupe in the Final Empire in for his party. They were dressed in the horrible Urbain livery, and all of them looked utterly miserable. Every so often, one of them would play a note on-key, earning them a stern reproachful look from the conductor, who wasn't even bothering to keep the same speed with his baton.

Of course, all these insults paled into insignificance compared to the backdrop of the festival. "Oh, Lord Ruler..." Heron groaned, as much a warning and a plea this time as a curse. He put a hand to his face, in the vain hope that he did not have to look and that it might even not exist when he removed again.

For behind the tents and the band and the fountain lay a mass of jagged black iron spires at odd and asymmetric angles: Kredik Shaw, palace of The Lord Ruler.

*

When Fien Urbain arrived on the scene, he wore his finest clothing, or what he believed was his finest - a sharp suit with the family crest, an orange shirt scrubbed clean of ash, and a Mistcloak comprised of tens of alternating orange and purple tassels. He carried with him a large sack, hefted over his shoulders. There seemed to be something struggling within, but Fien's pewter meant that he had no difficulty carrying it along.

Unlike most of his appearances, Fien was not smiling. Even the sight of people enjoying his party did nothing to cheer him up. One family member a Skaa. Another killed by his Terrisman. A third taken by the Inquisition in the night. What was there possibly for him to be happy about?

"What's in the bag, Fien?" Mesist asked, not even bothering to ridicule the man for the insult of the petting zoo that Lord Urbain had constructed in his name. It was no fun when he was already depressed.

Fien said nothing, and simply tipped the bag's contents onto the cobblestone floor of the plaza.

Mailu tumbled out of his prison, swearing profusely at his captor. He scrambled to his feet, and looked around. The square had fallen silent at his appearance, all eyes turned towards him. "Well?" he demanded, dusting the ash off his trousers. "You all look like you've never seen a Skaa before."

"Not a noble who admits that," Alden commented. "You didn't manage to escape Luthadel then after yesterday's proclamation?"

"What's the point in escaping?" Mailu asked. "If I was just interested in surviving, I wouldn't have arranged for Sylinia or Kassel to be killed." He smiled at Alden, and then hit the floor roughly as Fein's pewter-enhanced punch struck him in the jaw.

"Women and injured people..." Fien spat on him. "A'lees was right for once, you're just cowards. Pathetic."

Mailu grinned, wiping away blood from his mouth blood. "I'm pathetic? You all managed to kill half as many nobles as Skaa. We didn't even have to help you with that!"

Fien drew back his foot, ready to kick in Mailu's ribcage, but was stopped as Hadrian put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. "I'm going to kill him, let go," Fien growled, attempting to shrug Lord Penrod off.

Hadrian stood his ground, however, his own pewter putting him on a greater level of strength than Fien. "Lord Urbain, it's over. We can just send him to the Inquisitors. I doubt any of us could cause him as much pain as their methods of torture."

Fien glared at Mailu, but was placated by this solution. He slowly started to calm down, though he did not move his eyes away. Lord Heron walked over, a little surprised that Lord Urbain was the one to bring Mailu to them, but not questioning it. "Well, now we can end this, at least."

"You're not trusting them when they claim to be the last, are you?" Lady Lekal asked in surprise.

"Don't be ridiculous," Heron scowled at her. "I have been looking into this myself. I may not have found them, but I was able to calculate the size of their group. Five, including Wilson. Mailu is the last of their little group."

Mailu got to his feet, mouth bloody. As he spoke, blood dripped to the floor. "I might be the last of this group, but there'll be more. Oh yes, there'll be more... We didn't do it to kill you. We knew we'd never win. We did it to remind you that we exist. That you'll never be rid of us. Our deaths will inspire a whole new generation of Skaa to rise up against you!"

"I think that's enough from you," Heron shook his head. Delusional fool, thinking he could change anything. He turned to the actual Nobles amongst them. "Anyone here willing to escort a mere Rioter to the Canton? I have to smooth this disaster over with the palace guards," he explained thumbing in the direction of Kredik Shaw.

"Eh, I'll do it," Mesist said with a grin as he strode over and gave Mailu a push away from the palace. "Can't be any harder than rearing horses."

At that moment, Mailu drew a knife and jumped upon Mesist, knife aiming at his eyes.

Two thuds, followed by a short silence, followed quickly by two more thuds as bodies hit the floor.

Half the crowd turned one way, half the other.

A metal bolt stuck out of the side of Mailu's head, a line traceable from Ashette's outstretched hand to it. She seemed a lot more confident than she did a mere week ago at the Heron ball, when she had voted for herself. But that wasn't too surprising - Most nobles hid their true selves, after all.

"You bastard!" Mesist's shout drew the other half of the nobles in his direction, as he shook Fien by the shoulders, pulling the knife away and tossing it to the side without a second glance. "How dare you go and save me like that! You don't get to sacrifice yourself to save me!" He shook the man harder, heedless of the fact that Fien's eyes were closing.

"Sorry," Fien chuckled, his voice becoming weak as his hands found Mesist's. "I guess I just couldn't face another death at their hands..." He coughed a little, lying back down into the ash. "Even yours." His hand dropped to his side.

"Curse you, all the way to hell!" Mesist shouted, a tear falling into the ash.

Then Fien's eyes opened again, bright and alive. "Haha!" He said, sitting up and pushing Mesist off him onto the floor, before scooping ash up and throwing it over him. He burst out laughing as he pulled the dented metal plate out from under his shirt, the dark orange hiding it perfectly where white would have let it be easily seen. He tossed it to the side and sprang to his feet. "I can't believe you think I'd kill myself just to save your sorry life! Fien Urbain got one over on you all at the end!"

Heron groaned a little to himself as he picked up Mailu's body. "Thank the Lord Ruler that I don't have to talk to any of you on a regular basis any more," he muttered under his breath as he walked off to dispose of it. "Dealing with you all wasn't worth the hassle for a few measly Spikes."

Kassel Erikell was a Lurcher (and also apparently a Sentry) belonging to House Urbain. Mailu Willen was a Skaa Rioter belonging to House Tormander. My thanks to Gamma for help with his House Ball.

The Skaa have been defeated! Houses Tuy, Elariel and Fain win a House Victory!

Player List

House Tuy:
Asyr Tuy (a smart guy) - Skaa Coinshot
Jae Kastner (jaelre) [House Lord] - Noble Rioter
Kaldin Fathvell (Kal Dell) - Noble Mistborn

House Elariel:
Hadrian Penrod (Araris Valerian) [House Lord] - Noble Pewterarm
Quitania Elariel (QuiteContrary) - Noble Rioter
Cat Lekal (luckat) - Noble Smoker

House Seeris:
Jain Phantomhive (Lightsworn Panda) - Noble Seeker
Sylinia Seeris (Theorymaker) - Noble Pewterarm
Cadri Raisaal (Shivertongue) - Noble Coinshot
TelZaan - Kandra

House Urbain:
Fien Urbain (Gamma Fiend) [House Lord] - Noble Mistborn
Ren Gardre (Renegade) - Noble Tineye
Wandrin Nuvidas (New One) - Skaa Soother
Kassel Erikell (Kasimir) - Noble Lurcher

House Morinthe:
Racine Morinthe (twelthrootoftwo) - Skaa Tineye
Alden Izenry (Aonar Faileas) - Noble Soother

House Venture:
Tonul Venture (Tulir) - Noble Rioter
Ashette Cett (Ashiok) - Noble Coinshot

House Tormander:
Hyrun Tormander (The Only Joe) - Noble Smoker
Mailu Willen (Mailliw73) - Skaa Rioter

House Fain:
Finch Fain (LeftInch) - Noble Lurcher
Mesist A'lees (Metacognition) - Noble Tineye

Bloody internet and bloody laptop. At least it wasn't necessary to get this in on time, I guess. I will be posting an analysis of the game this time tomorrow, along with links to the docs. House Urbain's needs fixing rather badly.

For those keeping count, yes, there are four Rioters and only one Seeker. Jae Kastner was meant to be a Seeker, but I sent the wrong Role out and didn't notice until much later on. I did the same to Meta, making him a Lurcher, but at least I caught that one >>.

But in any case despite its flaws (and the many mistakes I made...), I hope you all enjoyed this game

Edited August 15, 2014 by Wyrmhero

[Ashiok]

I told you EXACTLY how I would kill Mail... But NO! I couldn't walk up to him, put a hand on his head, and shoot a coin through his skull... Grr

[Left he/him]

Well as the only house left with no one killed, I think I'm declaring my house the ultimate victor   Although Meta did most of the work, not me.

Ash, you always phrased things in such a way that it made it impossible for us to trust you, and nobles won anyway.

[Ashiok]

Such as? I need to learn this.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Sorry Kas. I wanted one last kill on my count. I only killed two though. You and Sylinia. I was finally on the Eliminator team though. we didn't do as well as is hoped, mainly due to inactivity, but ah well it was all fun and good.

Wyrm, are you putting up the links for the docs?

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Fien was glad to have finally put the whole charade behind him. Who could honestly think that I was that big of a fool? Night after night he went out of his way to make himself a spectacle, to be laughed at as a simpleton. But any Mistborn knew that when burning pewter, you couldn't get drunk. He knew the only way to get through this ordeal was to make himself as small of a target as possible, and who would have ever suspected the bumbling Lord Urbain to have such hidden powers?

"I thank you again, for your help," Fien said to Gamad who had walked up next to him, still with a frown on his face - as always.

"I still want to let you know I disagreed with the whole act. If you hadn't played such a fool, maybe both of your House Members would still be alive."

Gamad's statement hit too close to home for Fien, because he knew it to be true. "I did what I thought I had to. You of all people should understand that, Keeper. But I still want to thank you for being so Loyal."

Gamad bowed. "Gladly, sir. I just wished we could have pulled this off without as much nonsense," He said, waving a hand at all the frivolous attractions around him. "Although I am glad it's finally over."

Fien smiled and took a large gulp of wine, savoring it's taste and it's effects as he was finally able to consume alcohol without burning pewter to keep his wits sharp. "You're just glad because we get to finally spar again, now that I'm no longer playing the foppish fool."

It was Gamad's turn to smile. "I would like that very much."

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Whew! Great game, everybody! This one sure was difficult for a while there in the middle. Of course Fien was just acting the whole time! It is a shame that Kas had to die right before the victory, but we knew that with his injury it would have been useless to Lurch him. :/ Your House Lord shall never forget!

And of course, a big thanks to our GM for running such a great game! Even with mistakes and mess-ups, it still ran pretty good, I think. A big round of applause for The Wyrm, His Honour!
 

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Wyrm, are you putting up the links for the docs?

Tomorrow, as my laptop has decided that it hates me so I can't use the internet on it. I also need to clean up House Urbain's doc and add back the 100k words I removed to keep it from crashing Firefox whenever I loaded all the docs at once.

...I am not joking, by the way. Let this be a lesson to you all, never put Gamma, Ren and Kas in the same place.

Edited August 15, 2014 by Wyrmhero

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Wandrin said you guys were bad. I have no idea how bad. :/ are there highlights worth reading?

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

We did try a good bit of organizing, and Kas really did a fantastic job of keeping everything pretty neat. Most of it was just game discussion, and we did always try to keep as much out-of-game talk limited, but you know how chatty we three can be. XD

But yeah. Wyrm highly regretted me, Ren, and Kas all in one doc.

[Metacognition he/him]

I might get a chance later to write up some ending RP, but I wanted to get in early saying Congrats to everyone and to a well played game by our Skaa! 

 

Maill, you're entirely right about the inactivity hurting you guys. You were at a handicap from the very beginning and I think you guys did a great job considering! 

 

Wyrm, as I've probably told you before, don't be too hard on yourself. Personally, as an evil GM, I would've made it so that there was an uneven number of roles like that on purpose; specifically to mess with the people thinking it would be symmetric! Also, I think the beginning of the game is always chaotic, so no worries there! It was a great game!

 

Although, if you were going to fix something, you probably shouldn't have given me Tin.  

[Wyrmhero he/him]

I might get a chance later to write up some ending RP, but I wanted to get in early saying Congrats to everyone and to a well played game by our Skaa!

Maill, you're entirely right about the inactivity hurting you guys. You were at a handicap from the very beginning and I think you guys did a great job considering!

Wyrm, as I've probably told you before, don't be too hard on yourself. Personally, as an evil GM, I would've made it so that there was an uneven number of roles like that on purpose; specifically to mess with the people thinking it would be symmetric! Also, I think the beginning of the game is always chaotic, so no worries there! It was a great game!

Although, if you were going to fix something, you probably shouldn't have given me Tin.

Giving you Tin was definitely regret number two - Might have been best to let you keep the Iron I gave you accidentally and watch you turtle the game out instead!

And certainly I don't feel bad about the additional Rioter there. It was a good way to throw a bit of confusion in and make people guess, but sadly the imbalance never really came up.

Edited August 15, 2014 by Wyrmhero

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I wasn't about to reveal myself as one. That'd make me Public Enemy Number One if there had been two dead ones and two living. I'd have been instantly lynched. A Soother though, that wouldn't be nearly as suspicious because Wandrin was already one. Too bad that by the time I played that card you were already on my track.

[Dellexe he/him]

Woohoo! First game I've lived through! Well played, everyone.

-

So does House Tuy get the Reverse-Talking Heads award? We got the tie for the House Win and we only broke into three pages because of GM messages.

Seriously, that doc was deader than Mailu. (Too soon?)

 

Kaldin dropped a coin as he fell through the cool night air. It landed with a clatter on the cobblestones beneath him, then fell flat as he lightly pushed against it to slow his fall. He strode off into the swirling  mists and ash with the arrogant confidence only a trained Mistborn burning Pewter and Tin could have. He left the coin; his family's wealth meant he didn't need to care for such things.

-

Kaldin watched Lord Heron carry away the last Skaa's corpse. At last, he thought, juggling a pair of coins in his fingers, it is done.

[Aonar he/him]

Watching Ashette coolly dispatch Mailu with the bolt he’d given her, Alden finally realized why he’d been allowed to live. They had known. They may not have known when, or why, or where, but somehow they had known.

 

He went about excusing himself from the strange circus Fien called a ball, most of his attention elsewhere as he struggled to put the pieces together.

 

Alden’s carriage wasn’t far from the edge of the square. The driver looked surprised to be called on so soon, but offered no complaint when asked to return to Keep Izenry a mere hour after they had left.

 

 

Keep Izenry was a fairly modest affair, with clean lines and subdued colours, but still elegant in its own way. Alden however paid it little attention as he walked towards his study. It seemed Heron’s men worked quickly; the contracts Lord Heron had threatened to burn a scarce week ago were sitting safely on his desk. Of course, that didn’t seem to matter much. Half the persons involved in the different contracts were dead now, anyway.

 

Sitting down and starting to sort out which contracts were still in effect, Alden heard a soft knock at the door. “Come in.”

 

It was Resam. He looked haggard and drawn out, far more so than one would expect from the relatively short journey to the Central Dominance. “Alden! Thank the Lord Ruler you’re here. Where is the Lady Mornithe?”

 

“Dead. Most likely buried too. It’s been long enough.”

 

“What?” Resam tried very hard to sound surprised, but he never had been the best actor. “Why?”

 

“You know full well why. The same reason you rode hard all the way from Tathingdwen, if I don’t miss my guess.” A note of bitterness entered his voice. “Lord Heron’s grand purge. A slaughter of Skaa and Nobles alike, until only the most ruthless remained.”

 

The Terrisman opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped, taking on an expression something like resignation. “I suppose this end, then?”

 

“Not exactly." Standing and pulling on his coat, Alden did his best to put on something like a smile. "We have a work to be doing.” Pushing past the obviously confused Terrisman, he set off for the stables.

 

“And what work would this be?” Resam asked, hurrying to catch up.

 

“Something I believe you’re quite familiar with, Resam.” Alden began, not bothering to turn around. “Absolution.”

 

 

Sorry guys, but I think you missed one.

 

 

Great game everyone! Even though I was inactive for a good chunk of it, and I spent a whole cycle doing my best to defend a Skaa, it was still a lot of fun. And I actually survived too!

Edited August 16, 2014 by AonarFaileas

[Metacognition he/him]

Just goes to show, Aonar, if you want to survive, you need to defend more Skaa!