Coral Swan Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 1 minute ago, Emerald Falcon said: Because wagons. What does that mean?
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 21 minutes ago, Emerald Falcon said: I'd rather vote manip not mess things up today, on a day where there is a real chance wagons are important. 1 minute ago, Emerald Falcon said: Because wagons. .
Emerald Falcon Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 (edited) Competing wagons are better for the gamestate than wagons at 5-1. Edited January 21, 2025 by Emerald Falcon
Emerald Falcon Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 Ivory Dragonfly (5): Mint Heron, Emerald Falcon, Azure Mouse, Amber Vulture, Mauve Crocodile Mint Heron (4): Indigo Weasel, Melon Dingo, Ivory Dragonfly, Coral Swan
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 Mint Heron Some consolidation should be good now Praise the Ja
Melon Dingo Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 Rind is curious when it stops being wagoning and starts being an attempted pivot.
Azure Mouse Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 1 minute ago, Melon Dingo said: Rind is curious when it stops being wagoning and starts being an attempted pivot. Mauve Crocodile Last chance to save Mint Heron!
Mint Heron Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 5 minutes ago, Mauve Crocodile said: Mint Heron Some consolidation should be good now Praise the Ja Changing your vote changed it from 5-4 to 4-5. What consolidation?
Emerald Falcon Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 That's the point of making a cw. To see what happens with votes getting moved so that it is analyzable after the flip. Makes it obvious if elims try to save one, and the other wagon flips green. Also, this is consolidation lol. Fwiw I am fine with both wagons between Ivory Dragonfly and Mint Heron. Mint Heron (5): Indigo Weasel, Melon Dingo, Ivory Dragonfly, Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile Ivory Dragonfly (3): Mint Heron, Emerald Falcon, Amber Vulture Mauve Crocodile (1): Azure Mouse
Coral Swan Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 1 minute ago, Mint Heron said: Changing your vote changed it from 5-4 to 4-5. What consolidation? Pretty sure they were planning on voting you this entire time and is saying people should consolidate on you.
Emerald Falcon Posted January 21, 2025 Posted January 21, 2025 Mint Heron, what have you done this game that you think would show you are town? I'd ask Ivory Dragonfly as well but I don't think they are around right now.
Mint Heron Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 1 hour ago, Emerald Falcon said: Mint Heron, what have you done this game that you think would show you are town? I'd ask Ivory Dragonfly as well but I don't think they are around right now. Anything I say probably sounds weak because I could obviously be faking, and I’m not a skilled enough player to analyze role distribution which would probably be my best explanation, but here you go. I think me voting for Hayden is a sign of my innocent. I thought he was guilty, if I was an elim I would never have aggressively pushed to kill a lurcher. It would have been far safer to just wait and kill him in the night. I will note that Dragonfly initially defended Tuatara, but later jumped on the train to kill him. Do what you want with my thoughts.
Ivory Dragonfly Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 At this point, Sew was getting numb to being in mortal danger. She was aware that they were all in danger. The Spiked were out to kill them, despite several thwarted attempts. And yet, Sew was in even more danger. The town didn't trust her. Several of them were voting for her. In a way, that made it easier. She just had to defend herself. There couldn't be two Smokers, so it had to be Bryar. It was simple. She worried about simple. A tiny voice in her brain whispered doubts in her ear. You were wrong about Hayden. You could be wrong about Bryar. She tried to shut that part of her brain off. She had over thought power distribution once before, with tragic consequences. She wasn't going to do that again. But after Bryar died, and flipped Spiked, then what? She doubted there was only one of them. No, there had to be more bad actors present. Was it just the people voting on her? That would be a nice, clean answer, but she doubted it would be that obvious. Still, she considered them. Bryar was obviously out to save their own skin. He's going to flip Spiked. Was Falcon evil? Her suspicion on him had hardened like clay. But it was becoming over baked, and brittle. He kept saying he was fine with the votes every time. It was driving her bonkers. Was it too obvious? Sauve Chad was the other vote on her. He had paraphrased their private conversation accurately. She didn't understand how that became a vote against her though? She still suspected Falcon, and her suspicion had only lessened on Hyena when both Day 1 targets had turned out to be good. No, she thought it had to be in the more quiet players. Penguin's abscence spoke volumes. Sew could see a world in which Mordna was a less than active Spiked. Active enough to vote on her in Day 3, but got too caught up to place a vote Day 4. It could track. And Mouse, who cowardly was avoiding the train on her now. She supposed that was a good thing, but why now? Did they really expect to get off the hook because of it? She didn't have any answers. As the sun started setting, she breathed another sigh, and did a silent prayer. She didn't know to who. She didn't worship the Lord Ruler, or the Ja, or anything really. Still, she prayed to the void. Let this turn out better. Don't let it be like Hayden. Let's be right about Bryar. 1
Kasimir he/him Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 (edited) AG11/AN15: Night Four - End of the Line Clem awoke at dawn, to his best hopes and his worst fears materialising at the same time. Rind had been attacked at night, while watching the palisade, and trying to prevent the Spiked from sabotaging Tyrian Falls’s defences. But the Mistborn had prevailed, where Gam had not, and the saboteur had been driven off the palisade, before they could attempt any fell deed such as torching it. He walked down the long gravel path to the palisade at the boundaries of Tyrian Falls. There was a patch of freshly-turned earth to the side, near the thicket of trees. Corse had done his work, no doubt. Clem wondered which new name, which new victim of the Spiked was buried in that grave by the trees. He inhaled the fresh scent of the cool morning, where everything seemed clear and crisp, as though Pilu had made the world anew when everyone slumbered. The dawn light shone through the thinning mists. On the rise, the gravel path turned, and he gazed back at Tyrian Falls, still slumbering, stone-and-thatch buildings sprawled out and low to the ground, hard edges softened by the caress of the mists. No sign of the shadow that Tyrian Falls laboured under; the terror of the Spiked, and the marauding koloss. On days like this, with the light and the trees, with the mist kissing the stone of the town, and the bright polished amber of the rolling fields beyond just barely visible, it was possible, Clem thought, to believe in the promise of the light. That there was something, Pilu grant, a sort of high beauty that lay forever and beyond the blood and fire and terror of the Spiked. That the Spiked, however dark they loomed, were ultimately as smoke in the wind: a small and passing thing. He took in the view, bathed in light, for another long moment, and then he hurried on, up the path towards the palisade. Rind stood there, half-slumped, blood trickling down his right arm. He must’ve had his Tin on, because he turned to gaze over at Clem even before Clem reached his position on the palisade, and the tension immediately rushed out of his wiry frame. “Let me see that,” Clem said. He hefted the kit he’d brought. Nothing special, just bandages and a few of Malmoc’s old salves, the ones Clem thought probably weren’t likely to do anything too terrible. Hayden’d sworn by some of these in his sober moments, and Clem figured Rind wasn’t into getting poked and probably stabbed a couple more times by Sandhya. The cut wasn’t particularly bad. The blade had split the skin, but as far as Clem could tell, Rind hadn’t taken worse harm. He cleaned off the mask of drying blood as best as he could, and then applied the salve meant to counter wound-rot, and wound the cloth bandage about it. “Thanks,” Rind offered. Clem nodded. “Tell me about your fight,” he requested. As Rind relayed the bare details, Clem frowned. The assailant had endured a Pewter-enhanced punch? He didn’t know how that worked, but supposed that the Spiked had access to powers even more dangerous than he’d expected. “...And then he leaped over the wall and Steelpushed himself away,” Rind finished, glumly. “I…I figured you’d said to stay here and guard the palisade…” “You did exactly the right thing,” Clem said, firmly, and watched as Rind’s eyes lit up again, crinkling at the corners. Such a strange thing, Clem thought, how easily words shaped the world. How Rind stood a little taller, slouched a little less. Gestured with a little more confidence. How words could break a man, wielded like stones. “He could’ve been luring you away to take down the palisade,” Clem pointed out, with brutal pragmatism. “He could have been trying to ambush you with another saboteur, one skilled at taking down Mistborn. You stayed at your post and made the right decisions. Well done. I knew I was right to ask you to stand shift at the wall.” “...What about the Spiked?” Rind asked, hesitantly. “I didn’t get a good look at who was under the hood…” Clem shrugged. “You punched him in the gut when flaring Pewter,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Even if he ran away, I’d expect him to be hobbling if not injured. Whatever let him stave off that punch, it’s still going to hurt like a bastard later on.” Rind brightened up, clearly catching on. “So I look for someone in the village who’s suffering from an unexplained gut injury.” “Go on, then,” Clem said, acknowledging the inference with a nod. “I’ve got your watch.” A new spring in his step, Rind hurried down the wall, and down the winding path that Clem had just followed, in the opposite direction, seeking out the would-be killer he had faced under cover of night. Nibbles had had it with Byrar. As far as Nibbles was concerned, he’d dealt with rats that were much easier to keep out of his stores than the hapless craftsman! Indeed, no matter how much Nibbles railed about Byrar seeming like a custard that had gone a little off, the villagers of Tyrian Falls seemed determined to ignore everything wrong about Byrar. Nibbles wasn’t the talkative sort. He wasn’t the sort to sit down and go on at length about his feelings, the way some of the air-mouthed watchers like Falcon and Mouse did. Nor was he particularly prone to invoking the Lord Ruler’s wrath on gods like Sauve Chad. No, Nibbles was a chef, and that meant that Nibbles worked with his senses, and his gut told him that there was something off about Byrar, even if he couldn’t explain why in a way that the villagers of Tyrian Falls would apparently accept. As Byrar stepped in through the doorway of the Hound and Hustle, Nibbles’s frustration reached the peak of a whipped egg white. He set down his whisk and mixing bowl and moved out of the kitchen to glare at Byrar. “Nibbles has given up hope that anyone will ever do anything about Byrar,” he announced loudly, in the midst of the tavern. “Nibbles knows his ingredients! Byrar is bad, rotten like an egg, bad like spoiled custard!” He had, at least, the slight satisfaction of watching Byrar look away from him and shuffle towards an untaken chair at the corner of the common room. A short while later, Rind stepped in through the door, to excited whispers. Rind’s announcement that he was Mistborn had attracted the intense attention of the local gossips, and Acks soon followed him into the tavern. Probably already hearing the chime of wedding bells, Nibbles thought. Acks was always shamelessly trying to match the different villagers of Tyrian Falls together, sometimes helping love along by Soothing a little anxiety, a little panic. And a Mistborn was a most exciting catch indeed, if Nibbles was in the market for fresh seafood stew! Rind sat directly across from Byrar, who looked at at him with tired disinterest. “Can I help you, Rind?” Byrar asked, tonelessly. Rind said, loudly enough for the entire tavern to hear, “You had your Coppercloud on, last night.” Byrar looked puzzled. “My what?” he asked, confused. “You all asked me to switch off my Coppercloud last night, so I did that and went to bed.” Rind and Acks exchanged significant glances. “That’s what I thought,” said the third, joining them. “He doesn’t seem to be involved with the saboteurs, then. Praise the Ja!” “It’s a point in his favour,” Rind acknowledged. “Nibbles acknowledges Nibbles is probably crazy by now, but Nibbles still thinks Byrar is rotten, rotten to the core!” Nibbles announced, and gave up because it had been at least two days and by this point, even Nibbles was aware he was yelling at the clouds. Byrar was a fighter. He’d had to be, all his life, pursued by the shadow of unfortunate incidents, and ill luck. The late shipments, the vanishing tools, and then, the final nail in the coffin: the blaze that had destroyed his father’s woodshop. And somehow, from the ashes of his life and dreams, Byrar had picked himself up, all over again, and scraped together whatever clips he could find, and started again. The truth was, Byrar didn’t believe in luck. He believed in choices: an entire long run of choices, momentary decisions, all made without hesitation or reservation, all of which stacked together with a sort of earnestness to create fortunate timing. If you were superstitious, you called that luck or fate. It was easy to say: if only. It was easy to live beneath the shadow of regret, to say you should have done this, or you should have done that. He should have locked the tools up. He should have insured the shipments. He should have murdered his father without burning down the woodshop in the process. All of it, Byrar thought, a series of small moments, of tiny choices, that had led him from the whispers in his head, the voice that hissed, kill them now, they’re toying with you, kill them, that he’d chosen to listen to, the day he’d picked up his tools and attacked his father, and then set fire to the woodshop afterwards, unlucky Byrar, poor determined Byrar, somehow soldiering on despite the blaze that had eaten his entire life, and laughed at how gullible they all were. The voice was hungry, though. The voice demanded more. It demanded a great conflagration, the largest fire Byrar would ever set in his life, scouring Tyrian Falls down to ashes. “Well, it ain’t me,” piped up the young orphaned girl. “So I guess it gotta be him.” “It isn’t me,” Byrar said, as cool as quench-water. “I guess it has to be her then. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want us to accuse each other, and you want us to turn on each other and die.” He looked at the three of them, sitting across the table, the Jaist priest, the Mistborn, and the matchmaker, sounding like the inappropriate first line of a joke (a Jaist priest, a Mistborn, and a matchmaker walk into a tavern) but decided they wouldn’t appreciate the humour. He shook his head and made to rise. A sudden stab of pain in his gut left him weakened, and he gripped at the table to steady himself. The Mistborn went still. Too still. He’d seen it. Byrar cursed himself for a fool. But in the end, he’d known the ending, hadn’t he? They’d called for his death, each day with greater vehemence, with greater volume. He’d known how it would turn out, but sometimes you had to fight to the end, anyway. The Mistborn reached out across the table with Pewter-enhanced speed and grabbed him, dragging him half-across the table. “You…it’s you!” Rind exclaimed, with dawning surprise. Byrar Pushed. The cutlery on the table sped towards Acks, who let out a startled exclamation, but managed to belatedly deflect them with a wooden plate. Rind lunged forward, and then there was a pair of glass knives in his hands, and Byrar felt the rush of pain as he was stabbed, again and again. “Kill him already!” Nibbles screamed, and charged. Preoccupied with Rind, Byrar noticed the blue line flare to life behind him too slowly. The cold blade of a carving knife stabbed into the base of his spine. There was no fighting this. The world went dark, for the last time. @Mint Heron was a Spiked Smoker! Quote Mint Heron (4): Coral Swan, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo Ivory Dragonfly (2): Amber Vulture, Emerald Falcon, Mint Heron Mauve Crocodile (1): Azure Mouse The Night has begun! It will end in 24 hours on the 22nd January 2025, 11PM ET. PMs remain open! Please include both myself and @Araris Valerian in all PMs made. Player List: Spoiler 1. @Amber Vulture - Sauve Chad (Ruinous Skeptic) 2. Amethyst Scorpion - Malmoc (Herbalist) - Village Vanilla 3. @Azure Mouse - (Watcher) 4. @Charcoal Hyena - Lysia (Tinker) 5. @Chartreuse Penguin - [Ade]mordna Niugnep 6. @Coral Swan - Acks (Matchmaker) 7. Cream Tuatara - Hayden Vendel (Drunk) - Village Lurcher 8. @Emerald Falcon - (Observer) 9. Fuchsia Ostrich - Kael Voss - Village Rioter 10. @Indigo Weasel - Nibbles (Chef) 11. @Ivory Dragonfly - Sew (Hopeful Orphan) 12. Magenta Albatross - Alais Short (Gambler) - Village Vanilla 13. @Mauve Crocodile - (Jaist) 14. @Melon Dingo - Rind (Orphaned By Mistwraiths) 15. Mint Heron - Byrar (Unlucky Craftsman) - Spiked Smoker Edited January 30, 2025 by Kasimir 1
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 2 hours ago, Kasimir said: Mauve Crocodile (1): Azure Mouse Cool vote Well, Dingo is convinced Swan was paired with Heron so I will be honoring their wishes when they inevitably fall to the NK tonight I do agree that Swan switching from Dragonfly to Heron between D3-D4 feels like a switch from a villager to a bus, so I would definitely want some spotlight on Swan now Praise the Ja
Emerald Falcon Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 (edited) Kill wolfsiders win game, ez. Apologies - I think I said I was going to switch my vote and then left without moving my vote, not realizing I wasn't available at EoD. Smh wolfsiding... Melon Dingo Indigo Weasel Coral Swan Azure Mouse Amber Vulture Charcoal Hyena Chartreuse Penguin Mauve Crocodile Ivory Dragonfly Would just clear Indigo Weasel atp. They're just not e/e with Mint Heron imo. I still want to flip Ivory Dragonfly off of associatives fwiw. Quote Mint Heron (4): Coral Swan, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo Ivory Dragonfly (2): Amber Vulture, Emerald Falcon, Mint Heron Mauve Crocodile (1): Azure Mouse I think about 85% of the time there should be an elim on wagon (so between Coral Swan, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo). Crossing off Indigo Weasel and Melon Dingo because I believe both are town, there should be at least an elim in Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile, Ivory Dragonfly. I would lean towards the latter two being an elim over Coral Swan. The reason for this is that Mint Heron was facing building pressure and barely got through d3, and was likely a planned bus for d4, so no one on wagon actually gets credit (you can check my work yesterday for why I'm clearing Indigo Weasel). In worlds where Ivory Dragonfly is also an elim, Mint Heron was clearly a planned bus (would make Ivory Dragonfly a stronger PR 99% of the time). I think it's important to note that Ivory Dragonfly is not cleared even though an e!Smoker flipped. I would say that v!Ivory Dragonfly should've been possible for elims to misexe over Mint Heron - edit, my thought on it being lylo tomorrow then is wrong when I checked numbers. The only two reasons I would unpair Ivory Dragonfly/Mint Heron is because they claimed the same role (yet didn't vote each other until forced to on d4, which is pairing lol), and because they were pushing the exact same agenda, which is sort of heading into too obvious to be real territory. Unfortunately for them, I don't believe in twtbaw (too wolfy to be a wolf), just kill wolfsiders. Coral Swan is town a lot of the time I think, and fmpov, this should make Ivory Dragonfly an elim a lot of the time. I did also have Mint Heron/Coral Swan as paired, though, so I will double check that. I think I have enough reasons for Coral Swan to be town here. @Coral Swan if you could claim your action, that would help. Same with @Melon Dingo, did you use vote manip? Thought a bit about Azure Mouse moving to Mauve Crocodile as potentially redirecting wagons, but I forgot where that thought went and ended up deciding it's only concerning sometimes - I'll try to remember what specific world this was later. Atp I'd probably write Mauve Crocodile/Ivory Dragonfly as a potential solve I would look at. Can swap Mauve Crocodile out for someone who hasn't been posting a lot. Edited January 22, 2025 by Emerald Falcon
Coral Swan Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 (edited) Okay! Things are looking up. Some interesting things that happened yesterday. During the later part of the day I PMd @Ivory Dragonfly to ask if they were smoking this round and they told me that they were smoking themselves as well as Melon Dingo. The reason they gave was that they were still paranoid of elim vote manip (which I think is silly as we've seen evidence of one consistent vote manip (myself) which is resolved by making the train at least two higher). I personally think it's more important to leave oneself open to scan for clearance as a villager. But I digress. Dragonfly told me that they were smoking themselves and Melon Dingo. I decided I would soothe Melon Dingo as long as Heron was up by a vote, which is what ended up happening. Heron has confirmed that they did not have vote manip this round. This means that there are two options. A: Dragonfly lied about smoking Dingo, my soothe was successful, and another soother/mistborn with a soothe soothed a vote off dragonfly. B: Dragonfly told the truth about smoking Dingo, and my soothe was unsuccessful. There would then be two additional soothers/mistborn with a soothe that soothed heron and dragonfly once each. I personally think the first is much more likely. So, Dragonfly, why did you lie about smoking Dingo? (Yeah ik it's night I guess im just a bit eager lol) Edited January 22, 2025 by Coral Swan
Melon Dingo Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 (edited) Relief flowed through Rind. He had been sure it was Byrar, had known it enough to kill him where he stood, but worry had still gnawed at him until they found Byrar's spikes hidden away. He let himself rest for a while after the chaos, staring out of the window at the swirling mists. They still scared him. He didn't think they would ever stop scaring him. Sitting there, though, watching patterns in them form and break, they gave him an unfamiliar sense of comfort. There were likely more spiked, of course. The devastation that had already befallen the village couldn't be the work of one man. At least with one of them caught they finally had a lead. Acks was at the top of Rind's mental list; his pressure on Kael the night of their death, the switch from Sew to Byrar as soon as his own name got entangled, his questions as to which metals Rind had stocked up on - it didn't paint a reassuring picture. If his words were true about Sew lying about soothing, then that could paint an entirely different picture. Falcon was right, Byrar and Sew weren't necessarily v/e, though Rind still had reason to believe that was the case. Sew had privately stepped forwards as a smoker the night that Rind had soothed Byrar. That felt to Rind as her trying to make sense of the situation, not sewing sowing confusion as a saboteur. It was interesting to Rind that Acks had chosen to soothe him and not Sew herself, which would have revealed whether or not she was smoking at all, though he saw the argument for testing who she was protecting from emotional allomancy. It was also noteworthy how easily a spiked Acks could fake Sew lying. Simply soothing anyone else who had voted for Byrar would look identical to any onlookers, leaving Acks free to make an accusation, and potentially drag one last person down with him. One of Acks and Sew were likely the next spiked they were looking for, and Rind couldn't shake the feeling the matchmaker was not so innocent as he appeared. As for the others, Rind was rather less certain in his conclusions. Nibbles' seemed undeniably town for his pursuit of Byrar, and while Rind had doubts as to the truth of his status as a pewter misting, the chef seemed trustworthy. Falcon had seemed helpful all week, but Rind so strongly disagreed with most of the observer's conclusions that he couldn't help his suspicion of them. One of Lysia, Acks, and the Jaist also seemed likely to be another spiked, the accusations against Kael had come so swiftly and strongly he felt they must have been aided along. Acks' soothing of suspicion off of Byrar that day meant Rind knew who out of that three he though it was, but if he was wrong then it seemed only sensible to investigate the other two more closely. Suave, Mouse, and Ade were the three which Rind had the least on, but Ade's half-finsihed analysis from the prior day so happening to exclude the two who were most in contention made him raise an eyebrow. Suave seemed to be sharing more in private than with the group, which made Rind a little suspicious, but judgement of him seemed better left to those he had actually talked to. Mouse's accusation of the Jaist the prior day was interesting, what the two of them were doing trying to bait the spiked seemed rather obvious and Rind wasn't sure which way it pushed either. With a sigh Rind stood and tore himself away from the mists. He fidgeted with the vial in his pocket, an unlabelled bottle he had found rolled behind the cabinet is his room. His stores of pewter and iron had run dry, and with it any possibility of surviving another attack in the night. The vial was his last chance. He gave it a one in five of working. Rind walked off to find the others, he didn't want to spend his potentially last night alone. He left the vial undrunk. He wanted to keep hoping. Edited January 22, 2025 by Melon Dingo 2
Indigo Weasel Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 6 hours ago, Kasimir said: "Nibbles acknowledges Nibbles is probably crazy by now..." Nibbles feels called out :D. Never any doubt (that Nibbles will admit to)! Where'd that extra Soothe come from?
Kasimir he/him Posted January 22, 2025 Posted January 22, 2025 4 hours ago, Indigo Weasel said: Nibbles feels called out :D. That's just how the cookie crumbles
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