Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 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 ... 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) 6
Verdance he/him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 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.” … 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 ... Players Hide contents Hide contents Hide contents 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 — kudos to Doc for being pure evil, if he ends up in the next game same as me I will be afraid — oh yeah btw this entire thing is awesome I am for sure signing up for the next one, when is that 2
Myst He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 (edited) 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 Autocorrect 2
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted February 8 Posted February 8 "My love, you did amazing. It's horrible, what we were forced to do. But I'm so glad you will get to live, and see the world for me." Good game to everyone! I'm excited to play again with you all, and hope I don't get executed day 1 next game for the stunts I pulled in here, though it is deserved. 3
Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted February 8 Author Posted February 8 2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Beautiful write up actually. How many times have you read Stormlight, you sound pretty much the same as Sanderson Thanks! Just once 1 minute ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Also, congrats Doc, you absolutely carried. Understatement of the century 1
Myst He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Beautiful write up actually. How many times have you read Stormlight, you sound pretty much the same as Sanderson — kudos to Doc for being pure evil, if he ends up in the next game same as me I will be afraid — oh yeah btw this entire thing is awesome I am for sure signing up for the next one, when is that It’s not that bad. If he’s an Elim: Run. If not, it’s not too bad, I’ve fooled him before. but yes, sign up for the next one 1
Doc12 Posted February 8 Posted February 8 2 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: It’s not that bad. If he’s an Elim: Run. If not, it’s not too bad, I’ve fooled him before. but yes, sign up for the next one I pegged you very early that game, it was just that no one would believe me XD And you managed to pocket me my very last cycle alive by defending me strongly. As I said in the doc, you converting me won you the game Well! That was an insane game! I hope I didn't scare anyone too bad XD 2
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted February 8 Posted February 8 It's currently being discussed, but @Amanuensis is probably going to be booting up a Zelda: Majora's Mask Long Game, but if that can't get enough players, I believe Araris Valerian has a Long Game he'll be running. So Sign-Ups should be up in the next few days, I think.
IcedOutPenguin He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 @Qianweilian I told you it wasn't me! I knew it was doc, nobody believed me! So stop being so freaking antagonistic and maybe actually trust that I AM BUSY.
Verdance he/him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 (edited) A common trick of the skilled elim team is to take out the players that are voices of ration and reason, and substitute themselves. doc did that PERFECTLY Edited February 8 by edgyswordname
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted February 8 Posted February 8 On 1/21/2026 at 8:24 PM, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said: I worry that some players may try to be converted. On 1/22/2026 at 7:28 AM, A Jo in the Bush said: That happens every Conversion game, but that's part of the risks of it. The village usually knows to be on the lookout for would be traitors. You know, when I had this conversation with KSOHS, I was not talking about myself. I really did not go into this game intending to get converted. Funny how it turned out.
Doc12 Posted February 8 Posted February 8 (edited) The Ballad of Nienna and Jojala. The rest is in a tab in the elim doc. It was an unexpected pleasure that Jo and my character fell in love organically, and I had a lot of fun writing this with Jo! C3: Not Alone (Jo’s Rp) "I have thought long and hard about this." Jojala began to hesitance, "and i think it is somehow both the wrong choice and the right one at the same time." Forcibly, she attuned to confidence. "But, i am committed to this. Don't do it yet, for i believe there is a good chance that I will die today, or maybe even be dissuaded by an Inspiring Singer, but," hesitance broke through again. Ancestors Lost, was she really doing this? "If I am still alive tomorrow, then I will accept a Regal Spren." (Jo’s RP) Nienna's Rhythms fluctuate between Command and Agony. "I am relieved. I have just the spren. I..." Agony. "I am sorry." Command. "This is necessary." Agony. "I wish it were not so." Command. "You protected me, and I must protect you." Command. Agony. Fury. Command. Agony. "I never wished for this." Command. "But I do not want to die. And I do not want you to die." (Jo’s Rp) Jolala was crying. What had she done? What had she gotten herself into? When she had been Slaveform, she had longed for choice. Now she had choices, and only wished to not have to make them. It was easier to be callous when you had no choice. "Nienna, I feel terrible about Fernri. I didn't realize until too late, why she had been around. She told me, moments before everyone came for her, that she had been following me. I was Radiant material, someone she thought could become a Knight Radiant. And yet. . ." There were strange and terrible spren here. One was inside Nienna's Gemheart. Jolala had agreed to take in another. Was this a terrible betrayal? Was she making a mistake? Would it be a greater betrayal to break an oath? Fernri was gone. Nienna was still here. "I don't know that this is the right choice, but I don't want you to suffer alone. If you provide the spren tonight," again, she forcibly attuned Confidence. So often of late she had to forcibly attune a rhythm other than hesitance. She breathed in. "If you provide the spren tonight, I will take it in." (Jo’s RP) In the night, Nienna took Jojala out into the storm. Jojala, crying, took a voidspren into her gemheart. In the storm she grew stronger, taller, flashing lightning illuminating her beauty. When it was over, Nienna kissed her, and brought her home. C4: True Love “I had been wondering if you were alone in here or not. That’s so sad.” Jojala sighed and she looked around the empty building. “Well, I’m here now, and unfortunately the spren you chose changed me. I have become Stormform, which is very unfortunate.” She withdrew a paper from her stack and handed it over. “It has been… lonely. I was upset. Angry. I was turned against my will. I am… Glad that at least you were given a choice.” “I am glad that you decided to join me. You should have killed me, but you showed me compassion.” “Perhaps. . . but, emotion has always ruled me” … Nienna had to go. Bitel was calling. She loathed to leave Jojala alone only a day after they had joined together, but her Masters brooked no tardiness. “I’ll be gone for the day, my love, are you sure you’ll be alright?” “Go.” And so Nienna left, unknowing of the disaster that would occur. … There’s a strange numbness over the last few hours. "I'm sorry for leaving you like this." Jojala whispered, looking into her eyes."I wish . . ." Nienna was shaking, holding on to Jojala, unwilling to ever let go. "It's my fault . . . I never should have . . ." "No." Jojala whispered. "No. I choose my fate. They're coming for me. But I'm going to protect you." "Why?" Nienna keened to concern. "I'll turn myself in. I'll . . . choose death on my terms." How brave. how terrible. "No." Nienan sobbed. “Please, no… “You showed me compassion even when I was a monster. You chose to become a monster for me. I should be the one they execute. ” "Please." Jojala tried to stay humming to Pleading, but Nienna caught the waver - the way Jojala’s Rhythms switched briefly to Mourning, to Relief… She knew those feelings. The weight of the terrible things they’ve done, the lies… She felt them herself every night. What a relief it might be to die… Jojala was still staring at her, humming Pleading. Nienna sighed brokenly. “I don’t know whether to burn the world, or burn myself…” “Live, gemheart. Live.” Resolve. Footsteps. The mob was coming. Nienna stepped back. "I . . . very well. I will never forget you though." She sought to memorize every facet of her lover’s beautiful face before they took her away. And then they were gone. She did not watch the execution. C5: Widow Nienna sits alone in her destroyed rooms, humming to the Rhythm of Despair. Not one of the Regal Rhythms. It was a Rhythm of the listeners… The listeners… Her people, treated as children at best, livestock for the Fused at worst. She’d come to Revolar already despairing. That was before she was taken from her rooms and forced into her new form. Forced by the voidspren in her gemheart to bow to a new master, serve a new purpose. But then… a moment of Connection. Compassion. A singer who found her shivering and vulnerable in her newly reborn state, and instead of throwing her into the streets deliberately turned away… No… not away. To her. Touched her face. How her gemheart had soared. In that night she composed ten new Rhythms to describe her joy, her relief. To be Seen and Forgiven for her existence… And Nienna had dragged that beautiful singer down into the darkness with her. Betrayed her trust. Killed her radiant spren… Changed her. Forced her… Jojola had every reason to hate her… but even at the very end, there was nothing in her eyes but forgiveness. Nienna should be dead. Should have been the one killed in the square… had she not been summoned away by her Masters, she would have… could have… There was no continuing on. Not truly. What was right anymore? Slowly, quietly, Nienna stopped humming to Despair. She walked to a hidden chest, where she pulled out an ornate dagger. Quietly she started humming again. A Regal Rhythm. The Rhythm of Execution. The tip rested against her breast, in a section exposed by carapace, for one breath. Two. Three. Then she turned it away. Dagger in hand, still humming, she walked out her door. There was going to be blood tonight. … The Shardbearer was executed today. No matter. Nienna would finish this herself. Khenari’s death wasn’t clean. That was on purpose. C6: Envoyform Envoyform was a form for manipulation. For translation, interpretation, persuasion. Jojoja’s victory over the Shardbearer turned to ashes in his mouth when Nienna reinterpreted his intentions, casting him as a traitorous Regal. She smiled as Jojoja was dragged off, screaming his innocence. And young Kiri. So storming naive. Kiri still trusted Nienna’s promises to track down the regals. Promised to use her strength to shield Nienna from attacks that night so she could follow Marne. Kiri, who’s heroic strength could have saved herself, used it instead to stand at Nienna’s door, guarding against all outside threats. She did not expect the knife in her back. Nienna wiped the blood off her knife, already crafting a new story to ensure another innocent death. C7: Endgame Jojoja’s execution… I hope you saw it, dearest Jojala. I hope you feel slightly avenged. Storms. I miss you so much. Everything reminds me of you. My life has shrunk into three life-changing nights. The night I was captured and converted. The nightmare. The night you joined me… The happiest night of my life. The night you were executed, and my world shattered once again I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. Edited February 8 by Doc12 formatting 3
TwinStorm He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 (edited) 32 minutes 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.” … 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 ... Players Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents 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 writeup Hoid thank you so much for coming on to help me @Hoid Slayer (and doing the brunt of GMing ) and @Araris Valerian for IMing also congrats to the victors @Doc12 @Archer @Mistfallen Soldier @A Jo in the Bush(and @Honors Ghost per request) thanks to all the new folks @Wahrheitswächter @Qianweilian and @coco.pudding and of course to the rest, thank you so much, you were a delight to watch I have a ton of thoughts on the course of the game, so stay tuned Edited February 8 by TwinStorm 3
Doc12 Posted February 8 Posted February 8 Also, while I'm thinking about it, I do very much apologize for dipping out C4. As of now I still have not recovered my wallet, and its still something I'm anxious about. I had to go because I could not focus on the game that day. I feel guilty because 1) I absolutely was an elim and I worried that me removing myself from the conversation would make it unfair for the villagers 2)After seeing what Stick said in her post, I felt bad because I did leave abruptly and she interpreted that in a way that made her clear me. It was a real life situation, but I hope it didn't unfairly tip the scales in making the village give me a pass for a cycle. I hope I was as ethical as I could by not voting, PMing or submitting any actions until I was sure I could focus again. As for Jo giving me a pass, maybe it helps people to know I was playing him too by keeping TUM a secret from him until he was actually converted? XD ------------------ Storms. This game was stressful. I stabbed so many people in the back Particular apologies to @mippo, @Akimikoisthecutest, @Honors Ghost, @coco.pudding, who I got close to just to kill the moment I could. Coco pudding actually volunteered to protect me the night I stabbed her, which I feel guilty about XD. @Wahrheitswächter, @Qianweilian, @coco.pudding Absolutely great first outings for you guys. I have high hopes for your next games. @ThatOneWorldhopper, @IcedOutPenguin, Gotcha >:) @The Unknown Medallion, @A Jo in the Bush, Lot of lies, some betrayals. Jo, thanks for writing a beautiful story with me. I love Nienna and Jojala so much. @Archer, @Mistfallen Soldier, @DrakeMarshall I didn't do it for you @Stick. You were amazing c4. The only thing that tripped you up was that both Jo and I hadn't corroborated our stories, and you gave me just a little too much slack. Hope you're honored that they attacked you with extreme prejudice XD 3
The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 28 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: A common trick of the skilled elim team is to take out the players that are voices of ration and reason, and substitute themselves. doc did that PERFECTLY This is my main tactic, shame I couldn't be active enough to benefit from it 13 minutes ago, Doc12 said: @The Unknown Medallion, @A Jo in the Bush, Lot of lies, some betrayals. Jo, thanks for writing a beautiful story with me. I love Nienna and Jojala so much Twas fun, that was definitely an insane start to the game that threw all of my plans out the window
Doc12 Posted February 8 Posted February 8 TUM most followable Shardbearer ever. Got Sneaked by both me and Worldhopper XD 2
Verdance he/him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 Wait, so that means Doc was a sneaky envoyform? To give the town some credit, that is quite a bit of power.
Doc12 Posted February 8 Posted February 8 I was only sneaky c1. It got replaced by envoyform (which honestly never got a chance to use), so I was just lying about being sneaky rest of game. To be fair, the fact that I was envoyform did come in useful for skipping C8 altogether. It was funny telling people this cycle that village still had a chance to tie if we misexe Penguin knowing that because I was envoyform, there was absolutely no way the remaining villager could exe me >:) 1
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted February 8 Posted February 8 I do love that not a single Regal Form was ever used. I never got to use Stormform, Mistfallen never got to use Dire form, and Doc never got to use Envoyform. We were too busy killing to use our fancy powers. I would have rather kept Discerning anyway.
___ He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 1 hour 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.” … 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 ... Players Reveal hidden contents Hide contents Hide contents 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) Well @Doc12 You did a damn good job. 36 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Particular apologies to @mippo, @Akimikoisthecutest, @Honors Ghost, @coco.pudding, who I got close to just to kill the moment I could. Coco pudding actually volunteered to protect me the night I stabbed her, which I feel guilty about XD. I like kinda didn't trust you so after I roleclaimed I told akimiko I had done so, as a way to out you if I died But nothing got said It's fine tho
Honors Spectral Image She/her Posted February 8 Posted February 8 1 hour 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.” … 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 ... Players Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents 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) Wow this game was beautiful the elims played so well and ugh it was great I’ll write a longer write up tmrw
coco.pudding she/they Posted February 8 Posted February 8 Dude this game was awesome, I had so much fun! I’m definitely signing up for the next one. @Doc12 You played me like a freaking fiddle man, good job. And congrats on winning, of course! Thank you to everyone for making this such an enjoyable first game 3
Araris Valerian he/him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 This game was a lot of fun to watch! Also, a quick announcement from the mod team: @|TJ| and @A Jo in the Bush will be joining us as moderators! @The Unknown Medallion is also a (somewhat) new mod, and I don't think he was announced as joining back when it happened. This will hopefully keep things running a bit more smoothly and reduce the downtime between games. 4
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted February 8 Posted February 8 So I had a lot of fun here, even though we lost in the end. @Doc12 Very Well played, I never suspected you. Also I want to say that I am very Gratefull for not getting exed C1 that made it a lot more fun. This definitely wont be the last game I played, had way to much fun 2
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