Anniversary Game 11/Anonymous Game 15: Memory of Tyrian Falls

[Coral Swan]

Too bad dingo already had iron and pewter, it'd be hilarious if they survived two nks

Anyways, is @Ivory Dragonfly going to respond at all?

[Indigo Weasel]

53 minutes ago, Coral Swan said:

Too bad dingo already had iron and pewter, it'd be hilarious if they survived two nks

Anyways, is @Ivory Dragonfly going to respond at all?

Um, Acks -ually, Mistborn can repeatedly roll powers, it's just less likely to get repeats 

Nibbles has thoughts about the vote manipulation, but will wait for Dragonfly to comment first 

[Amber Vulture]

"I will note that I have no communion with Mint Heron." Sauve Chad speaks

[Coral Swan]

16 minutes ago, Amber Vulture said:

"I will note that I have no communion with Mint Heron." Sauve Chad speaks

Like, in the past?

[Ivory Dragonfly]

14 hours ago, Coral Swan said:

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)

"Huh?" Sew was honestly baffled by this. She hadn't put a lot of effort into her Smoking, and didn't submit any actions on Night 3. She thought that meant that herself and Dingo would be protected, because that was her action on Night 2. If that wasn't the case, she had made an honest mistake. She tried to consider this from Swan's perspective. If she was evil, why would she lie about this? Swan could easily call her bluff. Maybe Swan thought she wasn't a Smoker? But then why claim Smoker, when that counter claim got Heron killed? She was definitely confused by this, and asked the gods (the GMs) for clarification. Hopefully they could resolve this.

EDIT: Got clarification. Since I didn't submit an action, my action became Smoking only myself. Apologies for the accident, should have asked for clarification before responding in the PM.

Even if that mystery got resolved, there was also another vote missing. If Swan was telling the truth, and Sew had messed up, they were responsible for the vote missing on Heron. Why then was there another vote missing, and why was it missing from her train? She supposed she should be thankful for that, but it just raised more questions than answers. She was beginning to wonder if there was a plethora of Mistborn running around town.

Edited January 23, 2025 by Ivory Dragonfly
Got Clarification

[Azure Mouse]

Hm.

I'm actually not sure that Dragonfly is an elim but colour me pocketed.

Apologies for late checking in, rollover isn't a great time for me and being busy throughout the day doesn't help.

I think I need to more accurately lookover some slots because I think I have a rousing suspicion on that should probably be unfounded? I might need to look over some PM things. Annoying.

EDIT:
I think Hyena/Crocodile might be a difference of alignments here.

Edited January 23, 2025 by Azure Mouse

[Araris Valerian he/him]

The Night has ended!

[Kasimir he/him]

AG11/AN15: Day Five - Dead Man, Dead Man

The night that descended on Tyrian Falls seemed a little lighter, a little more hopeful.

The lights of the Hound and Hustle twinkled in the dusk, and the sound of music and laughter filled the night with a warmth that had been sorely missed in the village over the past few days. This rejoicing, this momentary happiness, had been paid for in blood: the blood of multiple innocent Tyrianers, but also in the blood of one of the saboteurs who had sought to destroy the village.

It was a sober note: a jarring edge that marred the sweep of the music.

The Jaist priest pushed open the tavern door, letting out a bright slice of warm light. He stepped out into the night, the door creaking shut behind him.

It had, the Jaist thought, been a good day’s work, praise the Ja. The evildoer in their midst had been unmasked at long last, with no small thanks to Rind, and Nibbles and Rind had both put an end to Byrar’s fell deeds, the Ja be praised.

Still, the Jaist knew that the work was yet unfinished. Where there was a single Spiked saboteur in Tyrian Falls, there was undoubtedly more. Byrar had fellow conspirators who needed to be unmasked, and stopped as well, praise the Ja!

Most of the villagers of Tyrian Falls referred to the priest as “the priest” or “the Jaist.” He had not been born in Tyrian Falls: it lay too close to the main route between Fadrex and Luthadel, enough for the Inquisition to come around swiftly with stern questions if they caught wind of a practising Jaist. The majority of his brethren had died for their faith in the purges; if you survived, you learned to be careful, and at least a little more discreet about your faith, praise the Ja.

A very long time ago, the Jaist had had a name. He had given up that name, as the Ja had his own, and had considered it both a mark of devotion and a touch of—not forbidden—vanity. Who he was, and who he had been was unimportant. He yearned each day to make himself an evermore perfect vessel of the Ja’s glory, that only praise for the Ja would move through him; would reverberate, joyfully.

As the Jaist walked, he praised the Ja to the rhythm of his footsteps. Each time his foot struck the cobblestones of the street was a reminder to praise the Ja, that the Ja was ever-present, and filled him with a great, all-consuming joy.

There was a whisper of cloth, and then something hard and sharp tore through him.

The Jaist teetered on his feet. His hand went to his chest. It came away wet, sticky with warm blood. What had—

“Praise the Ja,” he whispered, uncertainly.

And then another.

And then another. And another.

A figure, hooded and cloaked, dropped lightly to the street before him, cape billowing out with the sudden movement. Coins gleamed between the spectre’s fingers; coins that immediately streaked towards him, glinting like starlight.

Caught by surprise, and already wounded, the Jaist was too slow to dodge.

The coins tore through his chest, and blood bubbled to his mouth. He was dying, the Jaist thought. It was more beautiful than he had expected. Everything fled, bit by bit. The sense of the world around him, the figure, the coins. Everything dimmed, blurring, fading towards darkness.

There was only the Ja. There were only the words. The words were everything.

“Praise…the Ja,” he mumbled. “Praise…the Ja.”

He went to death joyfully, and death embraced him, the words of his God on his lips.

“Praise the Ja,” the Jaist breathed, smiling tremulously.

It was the last words he would utter in this life.

 

 

In the mists, a man walked, and walked. 

He was alone, and yet he was not alone. Fear was a companion, even as the mists swirled about him. He burned Tin and Bronze, not because he particularly wanted to know exactly when death was coming for him, but because he thought it would be worse not to know.

As much as the mists still terrified him, Rind hadn’t wanted to spend his last night alone. He’d placed that last vial in his pocket—undrunk—and forced himself to walk out into the night. 

His feet traced an uncertain, weaving path across the cobblestones. First, he’d thought of going to Falcon’s home. But Rind had begun to harbour increasing doubts about Falcon. While Falcon certainly seemed to watch many of the Tyrianers, Rind had found some of Falcon’s observations…odd, and was wondering if Falcon had in fact had some form of ulterior motive that had been guiding his observations.

Then, he’d thought of visiting the enigmatic Jaist priest. But Rind wasn’t sure the Jaist would be at home at this time of the night. He went on, past the closed smithy, and onto Market Square proper. A cold wind blew, and goose pimples pricked his arms.

The mists seemed to gather more closely about him, and Rind had to force himself to breathe past that reflexive surge of panic.

He really didn’t like the mists.

Market Square. He remembered there was…something about Clem’s father, wasn’t there? It had been before Rind’s time, though, and spoken of largely in whispers these days. Acks’s home was near Market Square, but Acks was another friend that Rind had started to harbour doubts about. His involvement in Kael’s death, his questions as to which metals Rind had stocked up on—after having fought Byrar twice, and drained his pewter and iron vials, Rind wondered if he was jumping at each shadow, or if such questions no longer seemed as innocuous to him.

There was Nibbles, he supposed. With the eccentric chef having angrily accused Byrar of being evil to the point most of Tyrian Falls had thought Nibbles crazy, Rind supposed there was probably reason to try Nibbles. At least maybe Nibbles would be able to make something else his entire personality now that Rind and the chef had taken down the Spiked saboteur. Besides, Nibbles would still be working in the kitchens of the Hound and Hustle, which meant there would be a crowd there, even at this hour.

Rind paused, thinking about how strange it was that you could feel so alone, on what was most likely his last day alive, even in a crowd. The Hound and Hustle would be packed with Tyrianers; some of them farmers from the outlying homes, a few craftsmen, the grocer…They were faces he’d attached names to, and yet, they weren’t friends. He’d felt no attachment to them, formed no real bonds, the way he’d bonded with the Jaist or Acks, as much as he doubted them now.

He thought about how you could sit in a crowded room with the woman you bought baywraps from each day, how you could still feel—out of sorts. Alone in the world, even as you waited to die.

Out alone in the mists, a world unto himself in the dark that had engulfed Tyrian Falls, Rind walked on into the night, drawn towards the lights of the Hound and Hustle, and waited to die.

 

 

Aralis stared at the fence.

It was, he thought, a rather well-crafted fence. Years as a carpenter before retirement had taught him how to evaluate these things. The wood had been treated to fireproof it, and the various parts of the fence interlocked nicely, with the wood having been evenly cut and glued together and then sealed by nails.

It was also a fence that had no business being here.

If Aralis had been drunk, perhaps he would have found the sudden materialisation of the fence far less disturbing than he did. But he hadn’t actually drunk any alcohol that night, having stopped at a simple herbal tea, and as he crossly racked his memories, he could not ever, in decades of having taken this particular shortcut through Tyrian Falls, recall this particular fence of this particular construction ever having existed.

In addition, the fence had a sign on it, that simply read:

TYRIAN FALLS: SMOKERS NOT ALLOWED.

Below, in smaller letters: EL AND FIFTH WERE HERE.

“That’s absurd,” Aralis growled, glaring at the fence. If anything, it offended him even more than the village’s continued insistence on Spiked did. Fences did not simply just suddenly materialise where none had previously existed. And they most certainly were not erected in a day. He also had no idea who in tarnation the names on the fence were, but he didn’t particularly like them on sheer bloody principle.

The fence refuted Aralis’s insistences by continuing to exist. He pushed against it, but the fence remained where it was, stubborn and unyielding.

“Oh, bother,” Aralis muttered. He gave up and brandished his staff. “Away with you!” he commanded, staring at the fence.

The fence continued to exist. It was, after all, a medium-sized dry good.

Aralis smashed at the fence with his thwacking staff. It was a good fence, but in the end, it was just a fence. Aralis understood carpentry: it had been his trade, after all, and he intimately understood the weak points of the fence, or where to hit to take it down.

After a barrage of staff blows, the fence collapsed.

…And took half the awnings and washing poles in the backstreet along with it.

Aralis stared at the remnants of the fence and the awnings and the washing poles, all collapsed in a flurry of cloth and wood, and belatedly wondered if leaving the fence in place had been a better idea.

…Nah.

 

 

Clem couldn’t say what had drawn him out towards Market Square.

He’d always avoided Market Square, whenever he could. Something about the place, knowing the atrocity that had happened there, that his father had committed there, had made it difficult for him to feel at ease there. As though the fell deeds of the past had irreversibly stained the fabric of the place; as though they still echoed, even now, across the years.

As though Connal’s son, walking through Market Square, could stir the shades of the blood-soaked past.

And yet.

A sort of nagging restlessness had set his feet on the path to Market Square. His fingers closed around the Pilu statuette in his pocket, but his God was silent this night. Perhaps even Pilu closed his eyes to Market Square, Clem thought. And yet it was difficult to shake the sense that he was being called, drawn out to Market Square by some terrible purpose.

Burning Tin for an extra edge, for a little clarity, Clem felt the mists swirl more closely, as though drawn to him. At the same time, they seemed to become more translucent, allowing him to keep a careful eye on his surroundings. It reminded him of the night routes he’d patrolled back in the Luthadel Garrison, and Clem wondered to himself when a walk through Market Square had begun to feel like the careful pace of a patrol through one of the more hostile areas in Luthadel.

All of a sudden, his Tin-enhanced ears picked up shouting. Sounds of a scuffle.

Clem sprinted, trying to follow the direction of the noises.

He wasn’t particularly armed, but he’d a knife he always carried on him, and reached surreptitiously for where it lay sheathed. Whatever it was, he doubted it boded well.

He skidded to a halt as he burst upon a hooded figure—

“HEY!” Clem shouted, as loudly as he could, and charged.

The hooded figure didn’t even turn about to engage him. The glass knife plunged into Rind’s chest—once, twice, and then a third time—with swift and brutal efficiency and then Clem heard the clink of metal hitting the cobblestones and the figure sprang lightly into the air, soaring over Clem, before he could intercept, and making off.

Before Clem could process what it meant, that the assassin hadn’t bothered to fight him and had just taken off, he rushed over to Rind.

“I’m dying…” Rind whispered. His chest was a ruin of blood and torn flesh. “Aren’t I?”

“Just stay with me,” Clem said, keeping his voice calm. He’d seen this scene too many times, back in Luthadel. Didn’t want to deal with it yet again. “I’ll get Sandhya, everything will be fine. Just stay with me, okay? Rind? Rind!”

Blood on his hands, Clem shook Rind lightly, but there was no response now, no rising and falling of breath. Rind sagged back against Clem’s arms, and reverently, Clem laid the man down on the cobblestones of Market Square.

Years later, Market Square had claimed another victim.

“You did so good, Rind…” Clem whispered, his voice cracking. Remembered young Garrison recruits, fresh out of training, sent to die in the Barrel’s Bottom, the worst quarter of Luthadel, where the only thing that kept you alive was luck, and sometimes, just being too stubborn to die. “You did good.”

He knelt in the blood, on the stones, and in the darkness and the silence, his heart cried out for guidance, for Pilu to say something, anything, but there was no answer. There had never been an answer, not to something like Market Square, and not to something such as this murder.

Something cracked inside him, and in that moment, Clem thought it might just have been his faith.

 

 

@Mauve Crocodile was shot! He was a Village Tineye!

@Melon Dingo was killed! He was a Village Mistborn!

PMs are now closed! Please stop PMing!

The Day has begun! It will end in 48 hours on the 24th January 2025, 11PM ET.

 

 

Scrawled on the walls of the Hound and Hustle:

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Player List:

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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) - Village Tineye
14. Melon Dingo - Rind (Orphaned By Mistwraiths) - Village Mistborn
15. Mint Heron - Byrar (Unlucky Craftsman) - Spiked Smoker

Edited January 30, 2025 by Kasimir

[Coral Swan]

2v6 okay well shoot

I'm guessing this was an elim mistborn who rolled coinshot who killed croc? Which was an interesting choice if so. Really hope it wasn't dingo (not sure if that would work but is a possibility). 

Dragonfly for now

I didn't really understand your explanation for why you lied about smoking yourself and dingo? @Ivory Dragonfly

Edited January 23, 2025 by Coral Swan
2v6 not 2v8

[Emerald Falcon]

Oops I probably should've read the new day post first, apologies.

I would think it's a town shot, but it doesn't really matter imo because it's a great info flip for us.

[Indigo Weasel]

Ok ok bad news, two deaths. Good news, there's an evil mistborn! 

Dingo said they Soothed yesterday, hence the missing vote in addition to Swan's. Unless someone wants to counter claim that, Nibbles' working assumption is that it was an evil mistborn coinshooting we just saw, which has long made sense for balance reasons. 

Due to action economy, that hard clears the Tineye, if anyone would like to claim that. (Looking at yous, Penguin/Vulture.) 

Assuming honest Smoker and Soother claims, it also means that only one of Swan or Dragonfly are evil. Anyone else take a verifiable night action? 

Edit: Ignore the Tineye thought. The Tineye is dead, long live the Tineye. 

Edited January 23, 2025 by Indigo Weasel

[Azure Mouse]

Hm.

Whatever it's lategame time to distro solve.

I'm also a Smoker.

[Chartreuse Penguin]

3 hours ago, Indigo Weasel said:

Due to action economy, that hard clears the Tineye, if anyone would like to claim that. (Looking at yous, Penguin/Vulture.) 

I'm confused by this sentence. The tineye was already revealed, it was croc. 

3 hours ago, Indigo Weasel said:

Edit: Ignore the Tineye thought. The Tineye is dead, long live the Tineye. 

Oh maybe I should listen to all of your thoughts before interrupting. 

Further analysis to come

 

[Emerald Falcon]

I'm thinking we should mass claim here since PRs are claiming and it would give us an idea of the distro. I imagine there's actually no more PR claims now, but just in case.

Atm I'm still at Ivory Dragonfly.

[Azure Mouse]

I think I might need to go over trains from prior days again but day 3 should be kind of interesting. I... hm. I don't know if I believe in this but I'll leave it for now. Charcoal Hyena

[Azure Mouse]

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Cream Tuatara (3): Emerald Falcon, Magenta Albatross, Mint Heron
Magenta Albatross (3): Azure Mouse, Charcoal Hyena, Cream Tuatara
Charcoal Hyena (1): Mauve Crocodile
Indigo Weasel (1): Melon Dingo
Mauve Crocodile (1): Amethyst Scorpion
Melon Dingo (1): Ivory Dragonfly
Mint Heron (1): Indigo Weasel

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Mauve Crocodile (2): Amethyst Scorpion, Emerald Falcon, Indigo Weasel
Cream Tuatara (2): Ivory Dragonfly, Mint Heron
Ivory Dragonfly (2): Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile
Mint Heron (2): Chartreuse Penguin, Melon Dingo
Emerald Falcon (1): Amber Vulture

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Fuchsia Ostrich (5): Charcoal Hyena, Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo, Mint Heron
Mint Heron (3): Azure Mouse, Emerald Falcon, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly
Ivory Dragonfly (2): Chartreuse Penguin, Fuchsia Ostrich
Melon Dingo (1): Amber Vulture

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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

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So the good thing about the overwhelming wagon from yesterday is that it does likely make likely elims on that wagon. <Hyena/Swan/Crocodile/Dingo/Heron> likely has one regardless of Heron's alignment. From also then, I do want to call out the D1 vanity voters of <Crocodile/Dingo/Dragonfly/Weasel>. Then, D1 we have the tied wagons (sans for the removed vote from Crocodile's wagon. That means someone wanted them around, but the rest people were content to see fall; if that was an elim's doing, then <Dragonfly/Heron> should be town, and Crocodile should be eliminated regardless.

The greatest overlap hotspots here are <Crocodile/Dingo>. I think I'll also arbitrarily throw out Crocodile and Heron as a e/v pair, but that makes things interesting.

e!Crocodile makes v!Heron, but are people also stating makes there a difference in Heron and Dragonfly? Which I suppose is safer to put into <Crocodile/Heron/Dragonfly> always has one Elim?

Hm. This is what I said N3. @Mauve Crocodile I'm sorry...

Wait, do we have who saved Crocodile claimed or was that someone that already died? (...Apologies).

 

I think going through the votals I think that Penguin (d2) and I want to say Weasel also look good? I wonder if. Hm.

I'm trying to parse into things but this wagon is weird in a lot of regards.

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Fuchsia Ostrich (5): Charcoal Hyena, Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo, Mint Heron
Mint Heron (3): Azure Mouse, Emerald Falcon, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly
Ivory Dragonfly (2): Chartreuse Penguin, Fuchsia Ostrich
Melon Dingo (1): Amber Vulture

Because not only is the Heron wagon unflipped, but Dragonfly is both voting on it and there's a missing vote. I know it isn't me, assumedly it isn't on Dragonfly, so it's on <Falcon/Weasel>. I... think I need someone better at mech to help me out here but there's something curious going on with this.

 

Hm.
 

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Amber Vulture

Azure Mouse

Chartreuse Penguin

Ivory Dragonfly

Emerald Falcon

Charcoal Hyena

Coral Swan

Indigo Weasel

 

 

Azure Mouse

 

Chartreuse Penguin

Indigo Weasel

 

Amber Vulture

Charcoal Hyena

 

Ivory Dragonfly/Coral Swan (unpaired)

Emerald Falcon

 

Hm.

Rereading night 1 I kind of just think Falcon is outed.

[Emerald Falcon]

6 v 2 -> 4 v 2. Meh, go for it. Probably force conflicting PRs to cross in f6, but I don't have high expectations.

Atp I'm probably at something like Amber Vulture/Ivory Dragonfly, since I could reasonably see everyone else being town over them, but I wouldn't be surprised if I'm wrong on someone there.

[Coral Swan]

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Cream Tuatara (3): Emerald Falcon, Magenta Albatross, Mint Heron
Magenta Albatross (3): Azure Mouse, Charcoal Hyena, Cream Tuatara
Charcoal Hyena (1): Mauve Crocodile
Indigo Weasel (1): Melon Dingo
Mauve Crocodile (1): Amethyst Scorpion
Melon Dingo (1): Ivory Dragonfly
Mint Heron (1): Indigo Weasel

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Mauve Crocodile (2): Amethyst Scorpion, Emerald Falcon, Indigo Weasel
Cream Tuatara (2): Ivory Dragonfly, Mint Heron
Ivory Dragonfly (2): Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile
Mint Heron (2): Chartreuse Penguin, Melon Dingo
Emerald Falcon (1): Amber Vulture

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Fuchsia Ostrich (5): Charcoal Hyena, Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo, Mint Heron
Mint Heron (3): Azure Mouse, Emerald Falcon, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly
Ivory Dragonfly (2): Chartreuse Penguin, Fuchsia Ostrich
Melon Dingo (1): Amber Vulture

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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

First off, you missed marking some of the villagers who have died. Not sure if that changes anything for you. First, stuff from this thread.

1 hour ago, Azure Mouse said:

Wait, do we have who saved Crocodile claimed or was that someone that already died? (...Apologies).

This was me. That being said, it doesn't really give me any town cred as it wasn't intentional to save them.

1 hour ago, Azure Mouse said:

Because not only is the Heron wagon unflipped, but Dragonfly is both voting on it and there's a missing vote. I know it isn't me, assumedly it isn't on Dragonfly, so it's on <Falcon/Weasel>. I... think I need someone better at mech to help me out here but there's something curious going on with this.

That was my soothe.

 

Other info we have are role claims:

Coral Swan (myself): Soother

Azure Mouse: Smoker

Indigo Weasel: Thug

Emerald Falcon: Vanilla

Ivory Dragonfly: Claimed Smoker, most likely was a lie.

Chartreuse Penguin: Unknown

Amber Vulture: Unknown

If any of these are incorrect or I'm forgetting/missing some, please let us know. 

 

Until Dragonfly can better explain what happened I'm going to be voting for them. @Ivory Dragonfly You said two cycles ago you were smoking yourself and Melon Dingo. You also said that you had not changed that for the next cycle, which would mean that yourself and Melon Dingo would still be smoked. I soothed Dingo, so unless a third person soothed someone who was voting for Heron, you were lying about smoking. So, are you a smoker who just lied about your target, or do you have a different role?

 

Also, I think every single player should give a reads list of all the remaining players. Here is mine. Village at top elim at bottom.

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Indigo Weasel

Emerald Falcon

 

Azure Mouse

Amber Vulture

 

Chartreuse Penguin

Charcoal Hyena

 

Ivory Dragonfly

@Indigo Weasel, @Emerald Falcon, @Amber Vulture, @Chartreuse Penguin, @Charcoal Hyena, @Ivory Dragonfly. 

Maybe having the reads list won't help us a ton currently, but after two more deaths the information could be crucial if we find ourselves at lylo at day six. If you have reasons, great, but at the very least please list all remaining players in order from who you think is most likely village to most likely elim. 

[Indigo Weasel]

5 hours ago, Azure Mouse said:

I'm also a Smoker.

There's probably not three evil smokers... 

Why keep this quiet when the two smokers debate was raging? Two village smokers is more likely than three, so it would have been a good clue to keep pursuing that route. Have you done anything with your power so far? 

3 hours ago, Emerald Falcon said:

I'm thinking we should mass claim here since PRs are claiming and it would give us an idea of the distro. I imagine there's actually no more PR claims now, but just in case.

Nibbles will give you some  if you tell them what a PR is

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Fuchsia Ostrich (5): Charcoal Hyena, Coral Swan, Mauve Crocodile, Melon Dingo, Mint Heron
Mint Heron (3): Azure Mouse, Emerald Falcon, Indigo Weasel, Ivory Dragonfly
Ivory Dragonfly (2): Chartreuse Penguin, Fuchsia Ostrich
Melon Dingo (1): Amber Vulture

2 hours ago, Azure Mouse said:

Because not only is the Heron wagon unflipped, but Dragonfly is both voting on it and there's a missing vote. I know it isn't me, assumedly it isn't on Dragonfly, so it's on <Falcon/Weasel>. I... think I need someone better at mech to help me out here but there's something curious going on with this.

What are you trying to figure out? @Coral Swan should know

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The team Nibbles is contemplating is Swan-Falcon.

D2 Swan gives Heron a 1/4 chance of dying. Villagey. D3 Swan solidifies the CW on Ostrich. Scummy. D4 Swan and Falcon lowkey start a CW. Scummy. 

Falcon suspicion comes from them diverting momentum away from Swan onto Dragonfly, being the first to suggest they're e/e. 

*******

Swan ninja'd Nibbles.

Nibbles had forgotten about the Dragonfly discrepancy. 

Quick list:

No more than one evil in this group: 

-Hyena

-Penguin 

-Vulture 

Gotta be someone evil here:

-Mouse, if a MB who rolled smoke, is likely evil. If not, probably good mechanically

-Falcon, if Swan is evil, is likely evil. Nibbles forgot about the Dragonfly thing, which changes a lot 

-Dragonfly, if a liar, is likely evil

-Swan helped Heron a lot 

Edited January 23, 2025 by Indigo Weasel

[Coral Swan]

13 minutes ago, Indigo Weasel said:

Nibbles will give you some  if you tell them what a PR is

I believe it's power role? But honestly I have no clue. What's a CW?

[Indigo Weasel]

Just now, Coral Swan said:

I believe it's power role? But honestly I have no clue. What's a CW?

Counter wagon. Like when you're making  but someone brings in 

You said you didn't know you'd end up causing the D1 tie, right? 

[Coral Swan]

9 minutes ago, Indigo Weasel said:

Counter wagon. Like when you're making  but someone brings in 

You said you didn't know you'd end up causing the D1 tie, right? 

D1? No, I put in the soothe action right at rollover so they didn't count it. But there wasn't a soothe on D1 regardless.

[Emerald Falcon]

You can flip me so you can stop being paranoid about me smh. I could towncase myself but I don't really care to.

PR = power role / role with abilities.

[Kasimir he/him]

3 hours ago, Azure Mouse said:

For a moment, you are not in Tyrian Falls any longer.

The sky is a gentle, forgetful blue, and the long green grass stretches out as far as the eye can see, rippling in the soft breeze. The peace and the stillness radiating from this place is a balm for the weary soul.

All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.

And then you are back in Tyrian Falls.

While the Spiked still menace you, for a moment, you have been blessed. The day is a little brighter, a little less wearisome.

...You have the strangest feeling that one of the GMs approves of your based use of Piplup.

Edited January 24, 2025 by Kasimir

[Indigo Weasel]

1 hour ago, Coral Swan said:

D1? No, I put in the soothe action right at rollover so they didn't count it. But there wasn't a soothe on D1 regardless.

Nibbles hallucinated. Too much  eaten before bed

Dragonfly, Nibbles would rather vote Swan, but needs an explanation