LG112 - Pseudocycle Three: No Spoilers

[Qianweilian He/him]

9 hours ago, The Unknown Medallion said:

I find it hilarious that there's a discussion about not doxxing yourself on the Discord while this is what you're talking about on the Shard 

I mean, this exists (it's how I knew Hoid was in Panama)

[CadCom he/him]

It appears hoid is the clear favorite. 

I'll remove my vote from Coco but do we have anyone willing to remove their vote from Hoid so we have a more achievable meta-exe target? 

I removed my vote from Coco so that people can be less wary of vote manips.

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

Evinir Cragborn outstretched his hand and Burned steel. As if Awakened, the Coin flew from his hand, whizzing through the air to thud into the tree before him. The sudden smack made the woods rustle with movement, and the squab chirped from Evinir’s shoulder.

So he would die. Someone had found out of his new gift, and soon, they would all descend on him. Just for protecting someone he chose to trust. Oh, how cruel trust had been to him.

But for now, the woods were silent, but for the rustle of life - every little step of a mouse, wingbeat of a beetle was picked up by Evinir’s heightened senses - and the baby pigeon mounted on him. Evinir closed his eyes. Within him, the Prize beat steady. It was a drum, fueling him. It had danced with his heart for hundreds of years now. Their ballad would soon close.

Evinir, to his surprise, did not feel fear at the thought of death. He had seen it much, come close to it before, and learned to loath it. But he did not fear. All he felt was… a disappointment.

Evinir cocked his head, searching for the source of that feeling.

In his youth on Idris, Ambition had controlled him. He had hoped to collect power, and defend his people.

Then death had crashed into his life, followed by Hoid, and he had left his dreams behind.

With Hoid he had traveled the Cosmere, gained knowledge Idrian him could never have dreamed of. Together, had fought for Everything, and yet in the end, were left broken with nothing.

He had spent the last centuries running from his past, hiding to build a future, and now that future would also be nothing but a dream, and so here he stood, all alone, in the forests of his youth, wielding the power of the gods yet lacking the influence of an ambitious politician.

So ended the tragedy of Evinir Cragborn.

He would fight, yes. But they would beat him. He could not run, for they would find him. And so, resigned to his inevitable damnation, Evinir Cragborn opened his eyes and set foot down the path to Bevalis.

He had one last place to visit.

[Qianweilian He/him]

1 hour ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Evinir Cragborn outstretched his hand and Burned steel. As if Awakened, the Coin flew from his hand, whizzing through the air to thud into the tree before him. The sudden smack made the woods rustle with movement, and the squab chirped from Evinir’s shoulder.

So he would die. Someone had found out of his new gift, and soon, they would all descend on him. Just for protecting someone he chose to trust. Oh, how cruel trust had been to him.

But for now, the woods were silent, but for the rustle of life - every little step of a mouse, wingbeat of a beetle was picked up by Evinir’s heightened senses - and the baby pigeon mounted on him. Evinir closed his eyes. Within him, the Prize beat steady. It was a drum, fueling him. It had danced with his heart for hundreds of years now. Their ballad would soon close.

Evinir, to his surprise, did not feel fear at the thought of death. He had seen it much, come close to it before, and learned to loath it. But he did not fear. All he felt was… a disappointment.

Evinir cocked his head, searching for the source of that feeling.

In his youth on Idris, Ambition had controlled him. He had hoped to collect power, and defend his people.

Then death had crashed into his life, followed by Hoid, and he had left his dreams behind.

With Hoid he had traveled the Cosmere, gained knowledge Idrian him could never have dreamed of. Together, had fought for Everything, and yet in the end, were left broken with nothing.

He had spent the last centuries running from his past, hiding to build a future, and now that future would also be nothing but a dream, and so here he stood, all alone, in the forests of his youth, wielding the power of the gods yet lacking the influence of an ambitious politician.

So ended the tragedy of Evinir Cragborn.

He would fight, yes. But they would beat him. He could not run, for they would find him. And so, resigned to his inevitable damnation, Evinir Cragborn opened his eyes and set foot down the path to Bevalis.

He had one last place to visit.

Just for that, Hoid, 'tis great rp. (I mean, you're still dead, but it lowers the vote requirement in the meta game)

[The Unknown Medallion he/him]

Cycle closed.