Chartreuse Penguin Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 Oh no? I mean I agree with the sentiment, to be fair. Anyways, probable impending doom is no reason to be terse. I don't think we've met, hi. I'm Penguin^2. The final form of Penguin. I guess that makes me Empoleon.
Kasimir he/him Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 On 1/29/2025 at 2:10 PM, Chartreuse Penguin said: SAFETY! SECURITY! JUSTICE AND PEACE! Araris Valerian 5 hours ago, Chartreuse Penguin said: I guess that makes me Empoleon. Spoiler So, do you have bulk EVs? >>
Kasimir he/him Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 12 minutes ago, Chartreuse Penguin said: I have so many EVs. But are they in bulk, hmm? Sp Atk EVs ain't gonna do you any good against a 120BP Thunder smhhhh
Indigo Weasel Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 13 hours ago, Chartreuse Penguin said: Is your last meal a large cold cut sausage? Because it sounds like you're talking baloney. Charcoal Hyena, for whatever it's worth. Is anyone making soup? I could go for some pre-mortem soup. Nibbles is a sucker for food metaphors. You have Nibbles' vote. >:-) Charcoal Hyena
Chartreuse Penguin Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 10 hours ago, Kasimir said: But are they in bulk, hmm? Sp Atk EVs ain't gonna do you any good against a 120BP Thunder smhhhh Sometimes, the best defense is overwhelming offense Say, do Koloss have type affinities? 6 hours ago, Indigo Weasel said: Nibbles is a sucker for food metaphors. You have Nibbles' vote. >:-) Charcoal Hyena Wow, changing your mind was a piece of cake! I'm confused, but I'm pretty sure Hyena is still hiding spikes under its fur, so I'm sticking to The Plan. I didn't have any soup yesterday, unfortunately, but I did have barbecue, and it was very good. Solid last meal in case Tyrian is cooked.
Indigo Weasel Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 Your last meal wouldn't be complete without dessert:
Charcoal Hyena Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 (edited) 16 minutes ago, Chartreuse Penguin said: Ooh what's my fortune say? I'm afraid it's not good. Chartreuse Penguin. RP (hopefully) to come later, but my allies are urging me to get a vote out now. Edited January 30, 2025 by Charcoal Hyena
Chartreuse Penguin Posted January 30, 2025 Posted January 30, 2025 Aw shucks, really? Interesting, are you communing with the dead now? By my count you've got one living ally urging you to vote. Albeit one whose vote might count extra for some intents and purposes.
Charcoal Hyena Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 (edited) The thing calling itself Lysia sat in the middle of the inn, smiling to herself as everyone around her finally caught on, accusing her of being Spiked. The irony was that she actually had no spikes; it had been offered to her in the past, but she had absolutely no intention of puncturing her soul in that way. But there were only two ways out of Tyrian Falls. One, extremely difficult to accomplish, was to save the town; root out the Spiked, defend against the koloss, and survive until the temporal anomaly collapsed and returned you to ordinary realmatic space. It had been done, but wasn't reliable. The other alternative was to locate the Spiked and keep them alive until the koloss began to approach. For unknown reasons, as the scenario drew to a close, the saboteurs began to generate a locus of realmatic pressure – which Lysia could use to pierce the loop and escape before the bloodbath. She'd done what she needed to. Locating the Spiked had been easy – once she'd identified their signature on day one, it was a simple matter to narrow down their potential locations. It was extremely difficult to hide from a being like her. That night, as the saboteurs had been preparing to make their nightly kill, Lysia had coalesced herself in the shadows of the room, then offered an alliance. They really hadn't had a choice, once she knew their identities. From there, it was smooth sailing. She'd assisted as necessary, killing the occasional villager in the night. All the while, she made the preparations for her escape, jerry-rigging an assemblage of her assorted tools into the apparatus she'd need when the koloss arrived. She'd lost one of the Spiked, which was unfortunate – but all she needed to escape was one. Now, all she had to do was wait. She leaned back, smirking as the impotent accusations flew. -------------- 1 hour ago, Chartreuse Penguin said: Aw shucks, really? Interesting, are you communing with the dead now? By my count you've got one living ally urging you to vote. Albeit one whose vote might count extra for some intents and purposes. I refuse to provide any information about the hypothetical number of any remaining allies I might have. Edited January 31, 2025 by Charcoal Hyena 1
Chartreuse Penguin Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 1 hour ago, Charcoal Hyena said: I refuse to provide any information about the hypothetical number of any remaining allies I might have. Gee, I'm burning with curiosity over who could possibly be your ally Nice RP anyways.
Kasimir he/him Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 2 hours ago, Charcoal Hyena said: One, extremely difficult to accomplish, was to save the town; root out the Spiked, defend against the koloss, and survive until the temporal anomaly collapsed and returned you to ordinary realmatic space. It had been done, but wasn't reliable. Spoiler
Kasimir he/him Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 (edited) AG11/AN15: Aftermath - Knockin' On Heaven's Door The day of the apocalypse came to Tyrian Falls not with a bang or fanfare, but with a whimper. The crowd had dispersed following the blacksmith’s death, their bloodlust sated for the moment. The nails and the caltrops had been cast into the furnace, to be melted down and destroyed, at Ade's exhortation. To root out the Spiked within Tyrian Falls, after all, the source of the spikes had to be destroyed, and the spikes as well. Some Tyrianers had privately expressed misgivings about the whole thing in the cold, sobering morning light of the aftermath. Sure, they’d beaten Connal’s boy to death with his own hammer, but no one’d found any spikes on him anyway. If he wasn’t Spiked, was he even making spikes for the Spiked to begin with? Others continued to affirm the rightness of the decision. They remembered the Market Square Massacre and were of the view that the tainted fruit didn’t fall far from the poisoned tree. So what if they hadn’t found spikes on Clem? Wasn’t his entire smithy all full of spikes anyway? Foolishness, Aralis thought, leaning on his thwacking staff as he surveyed the ruins of the smithy. He felt a strange, fleeting sorrow. Sure, Clem’d been taken in by all the hysteria and whispers about the Spiked and the koloss, just as the rest of Tyrian Falls, but the lad had otherwise seemed to have a fairly sensible head on his shoulders. It just went to show what the rumours of Spiked were doing to everyone. …And he made fairly good nails. Aralis remembered using them in his carpentry, a long time ago, before he’d closed his regular shop down, because his aging hands had the unfortunate tremor now and then that disrupted the precision of his work. Staring at the smoke, drifting like mist from the wreckage left behind by fear, by paranoia, and by Ade’s newly-discovered talent for demagoguery, Aralis came to a decision. It was, in a way, a decision that surprised him, just a little. It was probably a decision that had been brewing at the back of his head for several long days, allowed to reach the point of readiness, like a good stew. You could never rush a stew. You had to allow it to simmer, until the flavours were properly released. He seemed to recall Satrams saying that, once, before Nibbles had come and brought all those…experiments with him. Sometimes, Aralis thought, grouchily, the world had gone and gotten itself into a bothersome and great hurry to change. But you were allowed to be surprised, he concluded. You were allowed to discover that there were still things in the world that surprised you, things to set against the inevitable gloom and hardening of your own heart. There, before the ruins, Aralis discovered that he didn’t particularly care for what Tyrian Falls was doing about these so-called Spiked. And he decided to do something about it. It was a sorry group that gathered in the village square on this cold, misty morning. Nibbles once again had a platter of strange cookies that he was trying to foist on everyone. Lysia hung back, keeping to herself, and smirking as Sauve Chad eyed her warily. Ade basked in the satisfaction of a job well done. She’d gotten rid of the source of spikes in Tyrian Falls. All of this meant her powers had doubled since the last time they met. All she needed to do was to find some actual Spiked, and then Tyrian Falls would once again become an empire unto itself. “Safety, security, justice, and peace,” she whispered, as a reminder to herself. Those were the things worth fighting for. That was worth doing what they had done. No matter the cost. “The next person to deal with is Aralis,” Ade said, aloud. She ignored the startled looks that the others shot at her. “Oh, come on now. Look at how often the blacksmith spoke to him. Sure, he’s older than dirt, and the closest person we have to replacing Mayor Tema, but that was why they killed Tema, don’t you see? It was all part of the plan. How does the so-called blacksmith make hundreds on hundreds of spikes without anyone in Tyrian Falls realising? Because Aralis was shielding him.” “Nibbles made cookies for everyone so you can enjoy the show,” Nibbles repeated, impatiently, shoving cookies at Sauve Chad. Sauve Chad sighed, and began to munch on the cookie. At least it wasn’t half bad. Footsteps off the cobblestones. An echo. Aralis, his thwacking staff in hand, was walking out across the empty village square to meet them, a thunderous scowl on his face, and his mouth set in an expression of grim determination. “Ade!” he shouted. Lysia’s smirk, if possible, deepened. This was going to be good. “I challenge you to the juris macto! And may the crows feast on the unjust!” “The what. You can’t just—you can’t just do this.” "You would know. It's the trial of the fist. Trial by combat, remember?" "...Not what I meant." “C’mon, if they get it, it’ll be funny. Besides, Penguin did take it upon himself to go after you next.” “.......” “And if you think about it, he said it himself: his powers have doubled since the last time you met.” “Okay, so what happened to ‘Piplup is too cute, we can’t smite him’?” “Hey, he said it himself. He’s Empoleon now. Sure, he’s stronger but he’s less cute, and he’s still vulnerable to getting struck by lightning. Twice the pride, double the fall.” Sauve Chad munched on his cookie. Had a double-take. There was a flash of white: something was inside, something that wasn’t cookie. He tugged on it, tentatively, and realised it was a strip of paper. He unfolded it. Paper rustled in his fingers. DEATH, the strip of paper read. Followed by: Tyrian Falls is doomed. Your lucky numbers are 1800-PRAISE-RUIN-666. Sauve Chad looked at the strip of paper. And then at Nibbles, who was smiling, a broad, slow smile that Sauve Chad instinctively distrusted. He looked down at the strip of paper again. “Nibbles calls these fortune cookies,” Nibbles said, easily. “Because they give you a glimpse of your future. How do you like Nibble’s cookies, hmm?” “You,” Sauve Chad snarled. “Don’t worry,” Nibbles continued, beatifically. “Nibbles has more where they came from.” He strode forward; confident, relaxed steps and grabbed Sauve Chad. Sauve struggled, but Nibbles’s grip seemed to as though it was iron. He’s a Thug, Sauve remembered, belatedly. There wasn’t anything he could do against the Misting burning Pewter. Nibbles pried open his jaw, Sauve trying to resist in vain, and shoved the entire platter of cookies down his throat. Sauve Chad choked, gasping for air. But Nibbles stood there, relentless. “Let’s try another fortune,” Nibbles said, brightly. The world was beginning to fade, going blurry at the edges. Sauve Chad struggled to breathe, to utter anything at all. His vision was greying, narrowing to a single point. Nibbles’s smile. “DEATH. Tyrian Falls is doomed. You see, Nibbles put the same fortune in every cookie.” They never had a chance, did they? Sauve Chad thought. It was...laughable to think they'd ever believed otherwise. Tyrian Falls was doomed, always had been doomed. It was the last thought that he ever had. If it were another story, Aralis would have fought a legendary duel to end all duels, to rival the tale of the time Araris Valerian fought Aldrick ex Gladius. But that was another story. Aralis was old, and he was practical, and he was not particularly minded to take Ade on in a fair fight. He’d come to do one thing, and one thing only, and that was to stop Ade before she got more people killed. Duels and that sort of fanciful nonsense were for striplings; the sort of youthful foolishness that got people killed trying to find nonexistent Spiked in Tyrian Falls. His thwacking staff was a blur of motion as he lashed out in the instant Ade had been distracted by the nonsensical callout. The first blow smashed into Ade’s knees, knocking her to the ground. The staff quivered as he drove the head into her throat, crushing it ruthlessly. Wheezing, struggling for breath, Ade couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. It had been chaotic. It had been beautiful. Tyrian Falls was doomed anyway. She had seen that, when the clay pot had struck her on the head. What had mattered was that it was a beautiful end. Funny, even. She slipped away, for the last time, not into unconsciousness, but into the mercy of a swift death. Aralis stood over Ade’s body. He had not particularly liked what he’d set out to do. He’d done it with the efficiency and ruthless pragmatism of a carpenter, who’d known the exact way the wood needed to be cut, and had just set about doing it because it needed to be done to save that particular piece. There was a thwack! One that hadn’t come from his staff. A sudden impact. Aralis felt it jerk him, spinning him about. His hand went down to his chest. Discovered feathers there—fletching he didn’t recognise. A thick shaft—not an arrow, then. One of the newfangled crossbows he’d heard of, from the big cities. Some of the Hazekillers carried them, though how they did against Mistborn, Aralis didn’t know. This time, he heard the clack! right before the thwack! A second bolt appeared next to the first. And then a third. Lysia held something that Aralis didn’t particularly realise in her hand. Nibbles was just beginning to let fall something—someone—limp. This is how it ends, Aralis thought. He’d had a good run of it, didn’t he? “There’s no such thing as Spiked,” he whispered. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not Spiked, isn’t it?” Lysia said, calmly. His life, whistling in front of his eyes with the last bolt. And then death came, as the end. @Chartreuse Penguin was executed! She was a Village Vanilla! @Araris Valerian was killed by the Spiked! He was a Grouchy Old Dude and a GM! Quote Charcoal Hyena (1): Amber Vulture, Chartreuse Penguin, Indigo Weasel Chartreuse Penguin (2): Charcoal Hyena The Spiked have won! Another Tyrian Falls has once again fallen to the curse! Congratulations to @Mint Heron, @Indigo Weasel and @Charcoal Hyena for ending a short three years of Village dominance! Please stand by for further instructions from Araris - do not reveal your identities yet! There's still one last segment of this game to go through Player List: Spoiler 1. @Amber Vulture - Sauve Chad (Ruinous Skeptic) - Village Vanilla 2. Amethyst Scorpion - Malmoc (Herbalist) - Village Vanilla 3. Azure Mouse - (Watcher) - Village Smoker 4. @Charcoal Hyena - Lysia (Tinker) - Spiked Mistborn 5. Chartreuse Penguin - [Ade]mordna Niugnep - Village Vanilla 6. Coral Swan - Acks (Matchmaker) - Village Soother 7. Cream Tuatara - Hayden Vendel (Drunk) - Village Lurcher 8. Emerald Falcon - (Observer) - Village Vanilla 9. Fuchsia Ostrich - Kael Voss - Village Rioter 10. @Indigo Weasel - Nibbles (Chef) - Spiked Mistborn 11. Ivory Dragonfly - Sew (Hopeful Orphan) - Village Smoker 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 31, 2025 by Kasimir 1
Araris Valerian he/him Posted January 31, 2025 Author Posted January 31, 2025 Okay, so two things for everyone to do: First, please submit an (unordered) list of the 3 players that you thought did the best job of playing their cosmetic role (or that you want to recognize for some other reason) in your GM PM. The 3 players that receive the most votes will get a pass for running a non-Sanderson themed game that ignores the normal once-per-5-games restriction. Secondly, if you so desire, please add a entry to the logbook PM for your anonymous account. The contents of the entry are up to you, but should include your normal username, character name, the game number, and then any other details about the game that you want future owners of the account to see. I think at least one of the accounts doesn't have a logbook PM yet, so whoever that is should send a PM to themselves titled :-Account Name- Logbook. And here are links to the docs for your enjoyment. The master spreadsheet will be posted along with some other info once all the voting is done. Dead Doc Spiked Doc Thank you everyone for playing, and a huge thanks to @Kasimir for his writeups and the other things he did behind the scenes. 1
Kasimir he/him Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 (edited) Note: We ask spectators to refrain from posting until the Finale goes up, as the inference that you are not playing is pretty obvious. We are aware that the Four Horsemen of Deanonymisation are not playing this game, but you know, let's not make it even worse than it already is Shoutout to Araris for GMing, helping me fulfill my GMing bucket list items, and for inadvertently creating some of the funniest nonsense to happen in this game. The Oops Award rates have never been so low. Clearly it's all connected! Edited January 31, 2025 by Kasimir
Charcoal Hyena Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 Congratulations to my fellow eliminators, who in all honesty kind of won this game without me. Sorry for missing so much of the game, guys!
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 Thanks for the game, GMs Praise the Ja
Kasimir he/him Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 Misc Announcement: We are currently running a large-scale effort to interview players and other members of the SE community about their experiences in SE and their relationship to SE. The overall aim would be to improve everyone's experience of SE and the community. If we haven't interviewed you before, and you are willing to answer some questions, please get in touch with me, either via your Anonymous Animal account or your main account. This call goes to anyone reading this thread as well, I just thought I'd drop it here since the AG ending but the Finale and voting not yet concluding means we have a conveniently captive audience 3
Indigo Weasel Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 Nibbles baked one last goodie, for Araris, our steadfast GM, whose birthday Nibbles forgot to celebrate. Thanks to Kas too, for the fun write-ups. The fortune cookie death is everything I'd hoped it would be. Good game, everyone. The vibes were great this AG! Apologies to the new players who were quickly executed or aggressively bussed. Those of you who were NKed deserved it, especially Croc. Guessing X in hangman is unforgivable. Hyena, Heron, congratulations and thank you. It's been a fun couple of weeks. 1
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 31, 2025 Posted January 31, 2025 1 hour ago, Indigo Weasel said: Guessing X in hangman is unforgivable. there's still time to guess the word..... no peeking at the dead doc..
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