Quick Fix Game 78: Hearts of Riches, Rhythms of Hatred

[Cuendillar He/him]

Okay then, it's almost assuredly penguin.

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

5 minutes ago, Qianweilian said:

Okay then, it's almost assuredly penguin.

Well, it's not me so we lose

[Cuendillar He/him]

6 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

Well, it's not me so we lose

Not necessarily. Even if we're all wrong, then it's a tie and it's a 50/50 chance. (Because regal would kill and it would be 1-1)

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

30 minutes ago, Qianweilian said:

Not necessarily. Even if we're all wrong, then it's a tie and it's a 50/50 chance. (Because regal would kill and it would be 1-1)

That meets the win condition for the Elims

[Cuendillar He/him]

5 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

That meets the win condition for the Elims

Don’t the elims have to outnumber the singers? Not be even? Sorry, I’m still new.

[Wahrheitswächter He/Him]

29 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

That meets the win condition for the Elims

No it does not, according to the Sign Ups the Elim Win Con is Outnumbering the Village not parity with the Village

[Doc12]

I suppose in the chance that we're wrong, we move to a 1:1 where there's a 50/50 chance of the either the elim killing the villager or the villager exeing the elim but also getting NK'd, causing the Shardbearer and village to win by a technicality? Not an ideal situation obviously but would be pretty funny if it happened that way. 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Doc12 said:

I suppose in the chance that we're wrong, we move to a 1:1 where there's a 50/50 chance of the either the elim killing the villager or the villager exeing the elim but also getting NK'd, causing the Shardbearer and village to win by a technicality? Not an ideal situation obviously but would be pretty funny if it happened that way. 

What happens if it goes to a 1:1 @Hoid Slayer/@TwinStorm does it have a 50% chance to be a tie?

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, IcedOutPenguin said:

What happens if it goes to a 1:1 @Hoid Slayer/@TwinStorm does it have a 50% chance to be a tie?

well its a tie I believe if both parties are killed, but if the coin flip and the NK kills the villager, then e!victory

also, factions can't win if all their members are dead, I believe.

[Doc12]

Singers: The Parshmen of Revolar, recently freed by Odium, you are now being forcibly corrupted into bonding Voidspren, yet you fight back. As the uninformed majority, you win when all the Regals are dead.  

Unlike the elim win con the village win con says nothing about outnumbering which does require one alive let us have this Twinstorm 

[Cuendillar He/him]

27 minutes ago, Doc12 said:

I suppose in the chance that we're wrong, we move to a 1:1 where there's a 50/50 chance of the either the elim killing the villager or the villager exeing the elim but also getting NK'd, causing the Shardbearer and village to win by a technicality? Not an ideal situation obviously but would be pretty funny if it happened that way.

The order of actions implies elim kills take place before the vote, as the vote manipulation works after kills, but murdered are still counted as votes. So it would probably be something like the following:

1. Elim kills other
2. Vote ties and (assuming that votes for the dead man aren’t invalid) 50% elim exed.
3. The win cons are as follows:
4. This implies that village and Shardbearer win simultaneously and Regals lose

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Singers…win when all the Regals are dead. 

Regals...win when [Regals] outnumber the living Singers.

Shardbearer...win when [the Shardbearer] has achieved parity with both alignments

 So

if factions can win with all dead and

if (both votes for dead are invalid and dead votes still count) or (50% goes in our favor)

then we win. kinda.

18 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

also, factions can't win if all their members are dead, I believe.

The general rules imply that the only goal for the village is to kill all elims and that mutual victories (with shardbearer) are possible. However I can’t find anything that mentions if all are dead. It really depends on the GM interpretation.

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Sanderson Elimination is the Sanderson-based, forum version of the party game Mafia/Werewolf. The most basic form of the game splits players into two groups: the village and the eliminators (elsewhere called the Mafia, Werewolves, etc). The eliminators know each other’s identities and can communicate freely, and their goal is to kill or outnumber the villagers. The villagers, on the other hand, don’t know which group anyone else is in, and their goal is to figure out who the eliminators are and kill them all. 

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As a corollary to some of the above points, please limit gamethrowing. Sometimes, going for a tie or a mutual win instead of a victory for your team is not a bad thing, and can even be fun. However, one should not make this kind of decision unilaterally if one has teammates. Consult your teammates (even if they are dead) to learn how they will feel if you throw the game, as this decision affects them as well. If they are not okay with it, we strongly advise against throwing the game.

 

However, this mostly likely doesn’t matter, as penguin is probably elim. Some of this may be already mentioned, as people added relevant stuff when I was composing this.

 

Edit: Twin, Hoid, even if penguin is elim and we exe him to win, I actually really want to know the answer to this.

Edited February 7 by Qianweilian

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

2 hours ago, Qianweilian said:

Don’t the elims have to outnumber the singers? Not be even? Sorry, I’m still new.

You’re right about the wincon

1 hour ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

What happens if it goes to a 1:1 @Hoid Slayer/@TwinStorm does it have a 50% chance to be a tie?

PAFO

1 hour ago, Doc12 said:

Singers: The Parshmen of Revolar, recently freed by Odium, you are now being forcibly corrupted into bonding Voidspren, yet you fight back. As the uninformed majority, you win when all the Regals are dead.  

Unlike the elim win con the village win con says nothing about outnumbering which does require one alive let us have this Twinstorm 

I’d let you have it

I don’t know about the Shardbearer win in that case though

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

One hour left:

I’mma drop this here rq since I don’t know when Twin is showing back up

C7 writeup:

…

Silence.

The seventh day of the resistance’s fall was filled with silence.

Most of the Fused attention was concentrated on the Kholinar preparations - the army would leave the morning after the next, charged by the coming Everstorm - and the resisters were mainly quiet in the day. But it seemed they had not entirely given up, since in the night, Bitel spotted the small group that remained emerge from their caves and gather on the outskirts of the city, near the warcamp. Interested, he lashed himself in their direction. Perhaps the little things could pull off one final spectacle.

…

The picture of the Nameless still haunted Jojoja’s mind. In his damning gaze, the eyes of a friend.

Jojoja had no friends left.

No, the shapes that beat him up, dragged him through the streets, and tied him up to a pile of sticks were nothing more than Voidbringers. He knew what they intended. He had been part of the planning.

It was intended to be a counterattack. A response to the brutality that had been committed to Khenari, the uncorrupted would burn a Regal at the stake outside the warcamps - where every Fused and every Singer could see. It was intended to be a show of strength. But as he watched Marne strike the match, Jojoja wondered if anyone would storming care.

He could not scream. They had gagged him. He could shut his eyes, but what would that do? His flesh would still burn, surrounded by the ghosts of friends.

In that final moment, he wondered if that was what the Regals had truly wanted. They could have killed them all at the start, or forcibly converted them - but instead, they had infiltrated the ranks, offering a far slower - and crueler - demise. Through subterfuge, it had been so easy to unleash the monster in innocents. To show the world the worst side of those who fought back. And they had succeeded. Oh, Jojaja thought as the pile was set on fire, the flames lapped at his skin, and he shut his eyes: they had succeeded.

…

Bitel watched the Singer burn for a while until the last embers died. The rest of the resisters left, and no one came. At long last, as the sun rose again on the sky, without knowing what drew him, Bitel lashed himself and flew up to get a closer look at the charred corpse. It was hardly recognizable, and it was a fight not to avert his gaze. Then, suddenly, a shiny glint amid the ashes drew his eye. Protected by his voidlight healing, he reached in and brushed away that black remains to reveal a silver blade. It was TUM’s Shard. Bitel took a second to admire the blade, took one last look at Jojoja. And caught a single tear, fragile, dripping down his face.

Then he took the sword and flew away, let the silence rule.

When Revolar awoke, it would find another body hanging in its plaza. And another message scratched on its chest.

ONE MORE NIGHT.

ODIUM REIGNS.

[Cuendillar He/him]

45 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Jojoja had no friends left.

I was confused and thought this was from the last round where we exed Jo. Did anyone else?

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

Ngl I feel like I’ve said “___ had no friends left” or variations too much in these writeups

[Cuendillar He/him]

It's better than I could do.

[Doc12]

Odium reigns. 

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

Game

Over

Stand by for Aftermath (could be a while, I have it ready but am busy right now)

[Verdance he/him]

Good job to the elim which still exists at this point in the game.. That shouldn’t be a spoiler, right?

[Mystfall He/Him]

Just now, edgyswordname said:

Good job to the elim which still exists at this point in the game.. That shouldn’t be a spoiler, right?

Well the games over, they just haven’t said who won yet

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, Mistfallen Soldier said:

Well the games over, they just haven’t said who won yet

Huh

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

Bitel felt the storm in his blood, the wind flowing around his carapace, as he watched the Everstorm approach. Beneath him, the city of Revolar was nearly abandoned. The army gathered outside, awaiting the life brought by the storm.

When Bitel was first assigned to eliminate the resistance, he had never thought it would end like this. Oh, how different his thoughts had been then. Narash and O had had so much potential… and yet it was not they who would exact Odium’s will in the end. No, the Convert had surpassed all expectations. She was driven mad by passion, a perfect agent.

Perhaps too perfect.

Bitel shoved that thought out of his mind. Whatever came next, it would end tonight.

…

Penguin knew his fate long before it came. He had known it for far longer, to be honest. Ever since they had made that first choice, beaten Narash to death on that roof. Then, he had watched with horror, terrified by what they had become. Now... now he had done so much worse.

The blood on his hands would never wash away. Perhaps this was a mercy. They would all die in the end. Better not to do it alone.

The four gathered for the final time on the palace roof. The opulent structure, greatest in Revolar, had a view of the entire landscape, from the warcamps to the river. It was built in the shadow of a cliff, ensured protection from regular highstorms; the same feature also meant it was perfectly faced towards the new one.

They all showed up, as agreed, despite knowing they all had a chance to die. It was best to end this here. The others were all there already when Penguin arrived. They turned to look at him, the Everstorm and the sun racing in a collision course behind them, and he knew they had already chosen.

Penguin took a step towards them, then sighed.

“Don’t run.” It was Marne. Oh, how much Marne had changed. He had been so quiet, so kind. They had all been. “We know it’s you. And once we kill you, we will at last be free.”

Penguin took one last look at the stairs he had climbed, then shut his eyes and sighed. Putting one foot after another, he walked past an inquisitive Nienna, and finally stopped at the roof’s edge, looking out.

“This was our prison.” Silence. “I always thought I would die here. When the Everstorm came, I was happy. I had hope. But…” he looked back at the others with tears in his eyes. “What have we done?” His voice cracked, weak. None of the others answered. Then Qian stepped forward.

“What if… what if we’re wrong? What if none among us are truly evil?” His lip trembled.

“No.” It was Marne. His voice was the strongest, but even he would not look at Penguin. “We cannot be wrong. Because if we are, it means they died for nothing. It means…”

“It means we killed them.” At long last Nienna shifted. The sky was almost completely dark now, the Everstorm an evergrowing sound in the distance. “It means we are no better than our masters. It means we are damned to become what we most fear, for the very fear of becoming it. It means we are monsters.” No one acted. Then Penguin spoke again, trying not to break down completely, to maintain some measure of composure.

“I’d like to die now.”

Marne didn’t move. Wahr didn’t move. Nienna just looked between them, eyes filled with pain. For a second, Penguin thought they would let him live. For a second, he hoped. But he knew that hope was futile. He would do the same in their position, after all.

It was Marne who broke the peace. “The Everstorm is almost here.” Indeed, even now it was consuming the warcamps, the first homes of Revolar fading under the wall of black and red. The sun was gone.

“I’ll do it.” Penguin looked at the ones he had named friends one final time, and turned and stepped off the roof, watching his kingdom vanish as he fell.

When he hit the ground, no spren left his body.

…

Qian choked out a gasp as they heard the thump. Despite the rage of the Everstorm, it was like a thunder to all of their ears. So this was it. One of the three was evil. And he knew which.

“Nienna.”

He turned to look at the Singer. She wasn’t smiling. No, she wasn’t smiling, but she held a dagger in her hand. And when she looked up, her broken eyes glowed a bright red. Behind him, Qian knew the stormwall had hit the plaza. He had to get to cover, and fast. So he stared at his old friend for seconds that felt like years - and blasted to run for the stairs behind her. He heard Marne begin to pick up behind him, but as he got close, Nienna lashed out. Qian instinctively slid and tackled the other Singer in the legs, causing her to fall to the floor with a grunt. Without looking back, Qian recomposed himself and kept running.

The stormwall hit the courtyard. Qian heard Nienna scream behind him, and shut his eyes. He threw himself, and slid. The stormwall hit the roof. Qian reached the stairs - and something slammed into his back, a force that threw both of them down the incline. They rolled down the steps, and when Qian finally recomposed himself, he held up his hand and saw blood. His vision swam. The knife was still in his back. The last thing he saw before passing out was Nienna, an angel of death, weeping on the floor beside him.

…

Marne saw Nienna and Qian fall down the stairs, and screamed. The storm was right behind him, but he could make it, if only he leapt- a force suddenly slammed into Marne’s right side, picking him up and throwing him directly into the storm. Marne screamed, and writhed around to see his assailant a Heavenly One. The Fused looked at him with wet eyes, and Marne saw a Shardblade form in his hands. Then the Fused struck, and Marne died surrounded by wind and thunder.

…

The dawn rose the next morning far too calmly for Nienna’s tastes. She had let the world burn, and all it had brought was more death.

Revenge was hers. Jojala’s killers dead by her hand, the Singers crushed. Her masters would be pleased indeed. 

And yet.

What had it all been for? 

Her own survival, at first. Then… Love… Then vengeance. And now? 

Now what? 

In the middle of a camp filled with Fused and Singers, Nienna allowed herself to weep once more, attuning Despair. Once more she held her bloodied dagger against her gemheart. This time, there was no one left to kill but herself. One final addition to her gruesome tribute.

It was then she heard another voice where there should have been none… Where was it coming from? 

… Fernri’s body… There was a small shape there, buzzing along to Despair with her. Who?... The spren? 

Having another voice join her in song was… terrible. Yet lovely too. A reminder of her days in Narak.

Jojala’s spren was a small thing, humming softly to the Rhythm of the Lost. 

“oh… Little one…” Nienna hummed to Consolation, used for strong apologies. 

The spren did not turn to look at her. It's humming changed to Reprimand. 

“I know… I… I hurt you. Hurt her…”

The spren hummed to Annoyance. And now Nienna suddenly realized the ridiculousness of her situation. This was a RADIANT spren. She should… Destroy it somehow! It was a wonder the voidspren in her gemheart hadn't said anything yet. 

Bitel had given her instructions for radiant spren. First, capture them, then bring them to him. Spren were hard to kill permanently, but the Fused had ways. 

Nienna thought of Jojala finding her in her weakness…showing her mercy. She thought of Jojola crying in the night, murmuring the Radiant Oaths to herself. She thought of how tired and empty she felt… 

Humming softly to Reconciliation, she deliberately looked away from the spren, back to her dagger. 

Her voidspren started buzzing to Fury, then Derision, then… Silence? 

From her gemheart came a new rhythm, a rhythm of Reconciliation, then… Resolve. Her voidspren had been… Silenced.

She didn't deserve this. Nienna deserved to die… But… 

Jojala… 

“I don't know what you want of me.” she whispered to Pleading. “I'm no radiant. You know im no radiant. I'm a coward, a traitor, a killer.”

The spren hummed to Annoyance. Anxiety. Resolve. 

Jojala’s face… Her kindness. Her words… 

“I…”

A thump behind her quieted her. For a second, she was worried, but then she recognized who it was.

“You’ve done well, but I doubt the other Fused will appreciate that.”

Nienna turned to face Bitel, hoping he hadn’t seen anything. But no, his eyes were fixed on her creation. She didn’t respond, and eventually, he spoke again.

“Well, where would you like to serve next? The world is yours. You could come with us to Kholinar, or maybe even Azir - if you would like to get away from this place.” A thought entered Nienna’s mind. “Or maybe you would like to rule somewhere, live as your masters once di-” Bitel gurgled.

Because Nienna’s blade was sticking out of his stomach. One final act of Retribution. For Jojala. For all of them. Bitel opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and Nienna stabbed him again. He collapsed to the floor, and died, his blood mixing with the afterstorm dusk. For a while, she looked at him. Then at her hands, coated in his blood.

She still held the dagger. She could still end it all. Right now. Join Bitel, and all the others. It would be so much easier… 

Jojala’s spren hummed in quiet confidence. 

She dropped the dagger, and sighed.

“... Life before death, little one.”

…

Revolar was always a chaotic city. Nestled between hills, straddled by the tributaries of the Windrunner River, it long outgrew its walls and boundaries.

When the warcamps woke up, they were met by a surprise. In the center of the Fused tent circle, where their leaders slept, a structure had been erected, built from ruins destroyed by the Everstorm. A pole.

Around it, arranged in a perfect circle, hung the bodies of Fernri, Dahran, Jojala, and TUM. Their eyes were closed, their wounds covered. Holy. Above them, faces torn in bloodless screams, eyes scratched out, were the desecrated corpses of O and Narash. Damned. And mounting the entire thing - spiked upon a silver Shardblade - hung Bitel, his eyes still open in shock, his blood still dripping.

...

Penguin has been executed! They were a Listener Vanilla!

Qianweilian has been murdered! They were a Listener Vanilla!

Wahr has been killed by Bitel/taken by the storm/eliminated by common sense! They were a Listener Vanilla!

...

The game is over! Congratulations to @Doc12, the only remaining elim (and player!) and @Honors Ghost (whose victory was Jo's final wish)! Congratulations as well to @Archer and @Mistfallen Soldier, who technically won but died pretty early, and @A Jo in the Bush!

...

Wow. Just wow.

This game was insane. My personal thoughts will be more compiled in the morning, but I had loads of fun with this.

Spec/dead doc:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/178zcy6NueUzMlTaVtJ-tAwkPY1fine2CrIxsxGrv2Vo/edit?tab=t.0

Elim Doc elim doc:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o-_3ltH3Q47KTYISTYs92XuCcb-Ip2OgNQS6pV9hvdQ/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.jnb5e0vakqjn

Shardbearer doc:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fxN1iRvzu4GTQcDN5zYUmgD9p1bnmIJvGjvOQ1Zk_eY/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.6gqt8wcekcoe

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Players

Spoiler

1. @Wahrheitswächter as Marne, a singer who doesn't like people who try to meddle with his life Listener Vanilla

2. @Mistfallen Soldier as Narash, who really really wants to be able to fly Direform Regal

3. @|TJ| as Taxill, a living being Willful Listener

4. @A Jo in the Bush as Jojala, former servant to the brightlord of Revolar, and a listener fanboy who wants to pilgrimage to Narak... but the world has other plans Regal Stormform

5. @Akimikoisthecutest as Khenari, a Scholarform historian wary of manipulation - with bonus trauma! Inspiring Listener

6. @Honors Ghost as Fernri, who is probably neither a plant nor a werewolf but sounds like both Spren (A Jo in the Bush)

7. @mippoas Dahran, a once-parshman who wants nothing more than an uneventful life Willful Listener

8. @Stick. as stick, the Omniscient Overlord of Everything Heroic Listener

9. @ThatOneWorldhopper as Jojoja, who's definitely not related to Jojala in any way Sneaky Listener

10. @IcedOutPenguin as    , a singer of few words and fewer names Listener Vanilla

11. @Doc12 as Dienna, an artform singer with a close relationship to the Almighty Envoyform Regal

12. @The Unknown Medallion as    , an unknown persona  Shardbearer

13. @coco.pudding as Kiri, trying to get a life Heroic Listener

14. @Qianweilian as      , a        who       … but     Listener Vanilla

15. @Archer as o, an apipophobic (yes, I had to look it up, you're welcome) Discerning Regal

16: @DrakeMarshall as Yakat, who wants the very best for Revolar's singer community Spren (Archer)

 

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

4 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

Good job to the elim which still exists at this point in the game.. That shouldn’t be a spoiler, right?

Normally, it would be:

But since the game is over, no, it isn't

[Verdance he/him]

1 minute ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Bitel felt the storm in his blood, the wind flowing around his carapace, as he watched the Everstorm approach. Beneath him, the city of Revolar was nearly abandoned. The army gathered outside, awaiting the life brought by the storm.

When Bitel was first assigned to eliminate the resistance, he had never thought it would end like this. Oh, how different his thoughts had been then. Narash and O had had so much potential… and yet it was not they who would exact Odium’s will in the end. No, the Convert had surpassed all expectations. She was driven mad by passion, a perfect agent.

Perhaps too perfect.

Bitel shoved that thought out of his mind. Whatever came next, it would end tonight.

…

Penguin knew his fate long before it came. He had known it for far longer, to be honest. Ever since they had made that first choice, beaten Narash to death on that roof. Then, he had watched with horror, terrified by what they had become. Now... now he had done so much worse.

The blood on his hands would never wash away. Perhaps this was a mercy. They would all die in the end. Better not to do it alone.

The four gathered for the final time on the palace roof. The opulent structure, greatest in Revolar, had a view of the entire landscape, from the warcamps to the river. It was built in the shadow of a cliff, ensured protection from regular highstorms; the same feature also meant it was perfectly faced towards the new one.

They all showed up, as agreed, despite knowing they all had a chance to die. It was best to end this here. The others were all there already when Penguin arrived. They turned to look at him, the Everstorm and the sun racing in a collision course behind them, and he knew they had already chosen.

Penguin took a step towards them, then sighed.

“Don’t run.” It was Marne. Oh, how much Marne had changed. He had been so quiet, so kind. They had all been. “We know it’s you. And once we kill you, we will at last be free.”

Penguin took one last look at the stairs he had climbed, then shut his eyes and sighed. Putting one foot after another, he walked past an inquisitive Nienna, and finally stopped at the roof’s edge, looking out.

“This was our prison.” Silence. “I always thought I would die here. When the Everstorm came, I was happy. I had hope. But…” he looked back at the others with tears in his eyes. “What have we done?” His voice cracked, weak. None of the others answered. Then Qian stepped forward.

“What if… what if we’re wrong? What if none among us are truly evil?” His lip trembled.

“No.” It was Marne. His voice was the strongest, but even he would not look at Penguin. “We cannot be wrong. Because if we are, it means they died for nothing. It means…”

“It means we killed them.” At long last Nienna shifted. The sky was almost completely dark now, the Everstorm an evergrowing sound in the distance. “It means we are no better than our masters. It means we are damned to become what we most fear, for the very fear of becoming it. It means we are monsters.” No one acted. Then Penguin spoke again, trying not to break down completely, to maintain some measure of composure.

“I’d like to die now.”

Marne didn’t move. Wahr didn’t move. Nienna just looked between them, eyes filled with pain. For a second, Penguin thought they would let him live. For a second, he hoped. But he knew that hope was futile. He would do the same in their position, after all.

It was Marne who broke the peace. “The Everstorm is almost here.” Indeed, even now it was consuming the warcamps, the first homes of Revolar fading under the wall of black and red. The sun was gone.

“I’ll do it.” Penguin looked at the ones he had named friends one final time, and turned and stepped off the roof, watching his kingdom vanish as he fell.

When he hit the ground, no spren left his body.

…

Qian choked out a gasp as they heard the thump. Despite the rage of the Everstorm, it was like a thunder to all of their ears. So this was it. One of the three was evil. And he knew which.

“Nienna.”

He turned to look at the Singer. She wasn’t smiling. No, she wasn’t smiling, but she held a dagger in her hand. And when she looked up, her broken eyes glowed a bright red. Behind him, Qian knew the stormwall had hit the plaza. He had to get to cover, and fast. So he stared at his old friend for seconds that felt like years - and blasted to run for the stairs behind her. He heard Marne begin to pick up behind him, but as he got close, Nienna lashed out. Qian instinctively slid and tackled the other Singer in the legs, causing her to fall to the floor with a grunt. Without looking back, Qian recomposed himself and kept running.

The stormwall hit the courtyard. Qian heard Nienna scream behind him, and shut his eyes. He threw himself, and slid. The stormwall hit the roof. Qian reached the stairs - and something slammed into his back, a force that threw both of them down the incline. They rolled down the steps, and when Qian finally recomposed himself, he held up his hand and saw blood. His vision swam. The knife was still in his back. The last thing he saw before passing out was Nienna, an angel of death, weeping on the floor beside him.

…

Marne saw Nienna and Qian fall down the stairs, and screamed. The storm was right behind him, but he could make it, if only he leapt- a force suddenly slammed into Marne’s right side, picking him up and throwing him directly into the storm. Marne screamed, and writhed around to see his assailant a Heavenly One. The Fused looked at him with wet eyes, and Marne saw a Shardblade form in his hands. Then the Fused struck, and Marne died surrounded by wind and thunder.

…

The dawn rose the next morning far too calmly for Nienna’s tastes. She had let the world burn, and all it had brought was more death.

Revenge was hers. Jojala’s killers dead by her hand, the Singers crushed. Her masters would be pleased indeed. 

And yet.

What had it all been for? 

Her own survival, at first. Then… Love… Then vengeance. And now? 

Now what? 

In the middle of a camp filled with Fused and Singers, Nienna allowed herself to weep once more, attuning Despair. Once more she held her bloodied dagger against her gemheart. This time, there was no one left to kill but herself. One final addition to her gruesome tribute.

It was then she heard another voice where there should have been none… Where was it coming from? 

… Fernri’s body… There was a small shape there, buzzing along to Despair with her. Who?... The spren? 

Having another voice join her in song was… terrible. Yet lovely too. A reminder of her days in Narak.

Jojala’s spren was a small thing, humming softly to the Rhythm of the Lost. 

“oh… Little one…” Nienna hummed to Consolation, used for strong apologies. 

The spren did not turn to look at her. It's humming changed to Reprimand. 

“I know… I… I hurt you. Hurt her…”

The spren hummed to Annoyance. And now Nienna suddenly realized the ridiculousness of her situation. This was a RADIANT spren. She should… Destroy it somehow! It was a wonder the voidspren in her gemheart hadn't said anything yet. 

Bitel had given her instructions for radiant spren. First, capture them, then bring them to him. Spren were hard to kill permanently, but the Fused had ways. 

Nienna thought of Jojala finding her in her weakness…showing her mercy. She thought of Jojola crying in the night, murmuring the Radiant Oaths to herself. She thought of how tired and empty she felt… 

Humming softly to Reconciliation, she deliberately looked away from the spren, back to her dagger. 

Her voidspren started buzzing to Fury, then Derision, then… Silence? 

From her gemheart came a new rhythm, a rhythm of Reconciliation, then… Resolve. Her voidspren had been… Silenced.

She didn't deserve this. Nienna deserved to die… But… 

Jojala… 

“I don't know what you want of me.” she whispered to Pleading. “I'm no radiant. You know im no radiant. I'm a coward, a traitor, a killer.”

The spren hummed to Annoyance. Anxiety. Resolve. 

Jojala’s face… Her kindness. Her words… 

“I…”

A thump behind her quieted her. For a second, she was worried, but then she recognized who it was.

“You’ve done well, but I doubt the other Fused will appreciate that.”

Nienna turned to face Bitel, hoping he hadn’t seen anything. But no, his eyes were fixed on her creation. She didn’t respond, and eventually, he spoke again.

“Well, where would you like to serve next? The world is yours. You could come with us to Kholinar, or maybe even Azir - if you would like to get away from this place.” A thought entered Nienna’s mind. “Or maybe you would like to rule somewhere, live as your masters once di-” Bitel gurgled.

Because Nienna’s blade was sticking out of his stomach. One final act of Retribution. For Jojala. For all of them. Bitel opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and Nienna stabbed him again. He collapsed to the floor, and died, his blood mixing with the afterstorm dusk. For a while, she looked at him. Then at her hands, coated in his blood.

She still held the dagger. She could still end it all. Right now. Join Bitel, and all the others. It would be so much easier… 

Jojala’s spren hummed in quiet confidence. 

She dropped the dagger, and sighed.

“... Life before death, little one.”

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Revolar was always a chaotic city. Nestled between hills, straddled by the tributaries of the Windrunner River, it long outgrew its walls and boundaries.

When the warcamps woke up, they were met by a surprise. In the center of the Fused tent circle, where their leaders slept, a structure had been erected, built from ruins destroyed by the Everstorm. A pole.

Around it, arranged in a perfect circle, hung the bodies of Fernri, Dahran, Jojala, and TUM. Their eyes were closed, their wounds covered. Holy. Above them, faces torn in bloodless screams, eyes scratched out, were the desecrated corpses of O and Narash. Damned. And mounting the entire thing - spiked upon a silver Shardblade - hung Bitel, his eyes still open in shock, his blood still dripping.

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Penguin has been executed! They were a Listener Vanilla!

Qianweilian has been murdered! They were a Listener Vanilla!

Wahr has been killed by Bitel/taken by the storm/eliminated by common sense! They were a Listener Vanilla!

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The game is over! Congratulations to @Doc12, the only remaining elim (and player!) and @Honors Ghost (whose victory was Jo's final wish)! Congratulations as well to @Archer and @Mistfallen Soldier, who technically won but died pretty early, and @A Jo in the Bush!

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Wow. Just wow.

This game was insane. My personal thoughts will be more compiled in the morning, but I had loads of fun with this.

Spec/dead doc:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/178zcy6NueUzMlTaVtJ-tAwkPY1fine2CrIxsxGrv2Vo/edit?tab=t.0

Elim Doc elim doc:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o-_3ltH3Q47KTYISTYs92XuCcb-Ip2OgNQS6pV9hvdQ/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.jnb5e0vakqjn

Shardbearer doc:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fxN1iRvzu4GTQcDN5zYUmgD9p1bnmIJvGjvOQ1Zk_eY/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.6gqt8wcekcoe

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1. @Wahrheitswächter as Marne, a singer who doesn't like people who try to meddle with his life Listener Vanilla

2. @Mistfallen Soldier as Narash, who really really wants to be able to fly Direform Regal

3. @|TJ| as Taxill, a living being Willful Listener

4. @A Jo in the Bush as Jojala, former servant to the brightlord of Revolar, and a listener fanboy who wants to pilgrimage to Narak... but the world has other plans Regal Stormform

5. @Akimikoisthecutest as Khenari, a Scholarform historian wary of manipulation - with bonus trauma! Inspiring Listener

6. @Honors Ghost as Fernri, who is probably neither a plant nor a werewolf but sounds like both Spren (A Jo in the Bush)

7. @mippoas Dahran, a once-parshman who wants nothing more than an uneventful life Willful Listener

8. @Stick. as stick, the Omniscient Overlord of Everything Heroic Listener

9. @ThatOneWorldhopper as Jojoja, who's definitely not related to Jojala in any way Sneaky Listener

10. @IcedOutPenguin as    , a singer of few words and fewer names Listener Vanilla

11. @Doc12 as Dienna, an artform singer with a close relationship to the Almighty Envoyform Regal

12. @The Unknown Medallion as    , an unknown persona  Shardbearer

13. @coco.pudding as Kiri, trying to get a life Heroic Listener

14. @Qianweilian as      , a        who       … but     Listener Vanilla

15. @Archer as o, an apipophobic (yes, I had to look it up, you're welcome) Discerning Regal

16: @DrakeMarshall as Yakat, who wants the very best for Revolar's singer community Spren (Archer)

 

Beautiful write up actually. How many times have you read Stormlight, you sound pretty much the same as Sanderson 

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kudos to Doc for being pure evil, if he ends up in the next game same as me I will be afraid

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oh yeah btw this entire thing is awesome I am for sure signing up for the next one, when is that

[Mystfall He/Him]

For those about to read the dead doc, we are a Pro-Elim Dead doc. We respect their right to brutally murder people.The Elims are people too, and you should all treat them as such. 

In fact, the Village brutally murders people all the time, only they hide it behind a vote. Democratically sanctioned beheading is still a beheading. They’ll go on and on about how they’re the good guys, and then promptly exe you instead of an Elim the first day. At least the Elims are honest about it.

Also, congrats Doc, you absolutely carried.

I’d let the World Burn

Let the world burn for you..

Edited February 8 by Mistfallen Soldier
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