Long Game 10: A Game of Shards

[Guest]

Wrong.

[ostrichofevil he/him]

I am a Sphere.

 

"Yes; I know.  Why don't you be a Sphere of marble!"

 

I am a glass Sphere.

 

"Alright," Ostrisce conceded, "you can be a Sphere of quartz.  Quartz is similar to glass."

 

I am a sort-of-quartz Sphere who wants to know what's in it for him.

 

"Well, you could have Stormlight…"

 

Okay… i'll take 2 skymarks' worth…

 

"I'll give you a diamond chip."

 

1 skymark…

 

"SHUT UP AND TAKE THE CHIP!"

 

I will change...

[Lord Pifferdoo he/him]

A note, written on expensive paper, is nailed to the front of Joe's front door. On the front of the paper is written:

 

The Marquis de Piffletiff will be joining this jolly romp through the Cosmere

 

In a slightly smaller font: 

 

May the House of Piff never fail to Piff the ever-living snot out of it's opponents!

 

 

 

(RP to come soon, first I have to write an essay about Beowulf)

[Feligon he/him]

Frank loathed paperwork, but it had to be done.

 

He had stared at the same empty spot on the same paper for a few hours, trying to think of anything he had sold in the last month, his business was in trouble, everyone who had enough money already had top-of-the-line weapons straight from his shop or had an Honorblade, which he was so jealous of.

 

There was no one anywhere near him that would buy his weapons, so he decided he'd have to world jump to sell his stuff.

 

Frank packed his bags with food for at least a few days and all the swords he could carry.  He also set the book he was reading on the coffee table, so he wouldn't forget it.  It was a leather-bound book with gold lettering and he had to beg the librarian to let him buy it.

 

The book was full of theories on how Honorblades are created.

[Aonar he/him]

At first, it seemed a gift like no other. I used my power foolishly, changing little things, of no consequence. I learned to play the violin, as I had always wanted. I made myself wise, or so I believed. I taught myself as much as I could, of science and realmatics, of religion, of the Cosmere, of other worlds, of wondrous places beyond description.

 

Soon, however, things changed.

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The now-familiar disorientation came, the juxtaposition of memory and reality. Holding on to the feeling of cold metal under his fingertips, he plunged into the memories within…

 

 

Aonar stood in his study, playing a thoughtful melody on his violin. He wanted to do something, anything. He’d already made the changes he needed to make, but he wished he could do something more. The dark wood-paneled walls appeared to loom over him. Despite winter’s chill, the small fireplace seemed to put out an uncomfortable amount of heat.

 

That man, Relat, had shaken him. He had all this power, but he so very rarely used it for others. Sure, Aonar had saved a few that he didn’t have to. But people like Relat, people he’d hurt, he never gave a thought to.

 

A voice came from downstairs. “Do you plan on coming down, dear?”

 

Memory overwhelmed him. Shrieking, blood, gunshots; Relat, fleeing from the scene of a botched murder. Aonar shivered. He wanted nothing more than to rid himself of those memories. But he couldn’t, not yet.

 

“I’ll be down in just a minute, Liah.” As he loosened his bow and set about packing up his violin, Aonar's eyes caught on the short note he’d received earlier. He read it one more time.

 

Aonar,

 

Odium is stirring. All the Sharders are gathering. Hoid is nowhere to be found. Come quickly.

 

~Second

 

After a moment’s consideration, Aonar crumpled the paper and chucked it into the fire, before heading downstairs. He wouldn’t be able to stay out of the conflict forever, but for now, he had other places to be.

 

 

Aonar will be on Scadrial, for now, anyways.

Edited February 1, 2015 by Aonar Faileas

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

I'm still missing worlds from a few people, if you don't tell me what world you want to start in, I'll put you in a random one.

 

And if there's anyone else wanting to join theres only 6 hours until game time. Speaking of which, Happy Superbowl day to you Americans.

[luckat she/her]

Elantris looked down on Lu’s home with its shining walls. It was visible through her window, and Lu looked at it as she ate. It was beautiful, and its people majestic. She had never felt quite like she belonged here, but anyone could become an Elantrian. Perhaps one day she would wake to find herself an Elantrian and finally belong somewhere. But who was she kidding. She didn’t know where she came from, and only those of Arelish blood could become Elantrians. Even if she was Arelish, the chances of the Shaod taking her were tiny.

A knock at the door startled Lu out of her thoughts. She wasn't expecting anyone. She went to answer it, and found a mysterious man on the other side.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"Lu, isn't it?" he asked, walking around her into her home. He sat and leaned back in her chair.

"Yes," she said slowly. "But—"

“Great! It’s time to go.” He must have seen her confusion because he continued. “There’s trouble about. Word is Odium’s about to make his move. The Seventeenth Shard is gathering before things go too far. We need your help.”

Lu didn’t understand most of what he said, but she laughed at the last sentence. “My help. I think you want one of the gods in that city over there.” She gestured through her window toward Elantris.

“Nope, you.” He took a swig from Lu’s cup, then coughed onto the table. She scowled and stalked over to a drawer to grab a rag. “I just hope you do better than your parents did.”

Lu froze. “You knew my parents?” She said each word deliberately.

“Yep,” he replied. Lu crossed her arms expectantly, but the man grinned and shook his head. “We’re on a tight schedule here. I’m not saying anything until we’re on our way. I’ll give you ten minutes to pack your things, and then we’re out of here."

“Fine!” She threw the rag at him, then stomped off. She didn’t have much reason to stick around here anyway.

Question: Why isn't Mek in the player list?

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

*Throws hands in the air*

 

Ok, Thanks for pointing that out. I'll put him in. Singups will close in about an hour.

 

29 Players means a new Role:

 

Unmade: Twice per game, the Unmade may destroy the planet s/he's on, removing it from the list of possible PM Planets. The Unmade may choose to do this during the day, in which case all participants of the PM will be sent to their last PM world or whichever world has the most players, Or they may send it in at night, which forces players who were transferring to that planet to stay put.

 

*Gets hit by falling Hands from earlier*

Edited February 2, 2015 by The Only Joe

[Alvron]

Rising from his bed, Second of the Sky carefully made his way over to the window.  The sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon in the distance.  Reds and oranges spreading out like a wave crashing over the treetops.

 

It had been weeks since Hoid had driven the spike Second had gotten from killing Kae into his body.  Weeks spent lying in bed on the verge of death in order to store up enough health.  Health that would be needed in the fight to come.

 

Storm that Hoid.  Running off without telling me where we are suppose to meet up.

 

Gathering up the items Second thought he would need he made his way to Patji's Eye.  An emerald lake in the middle of the island.  With luck one of his fellow worldhoppers would be there.  Jumping from world to world was still an uncomfortable experience and it always felt safer if there was another hopper there.

[Lord Pifferdoo he/him]

The Marquis de Piffletiff was lounging peacefully on his newly acquired yacht, reveling in a successful door-nailing. 

 

Really, you must be a special kind of genius, Tallmenster, thought the Marquis. He had figured out the trick to Rioting one's emotions a long time ago. As a result, he had very high self-esteem, and a tendency to give narrative exposition in his head. Not only are you the only one of the House of Piff that has been to this Shard-forsaken planet, you're also now the only one in recent history that has captured a ship. And you're a Twinborn, to boot! Fate smiled upon you, my friend that is also me!

 

Captain Reynos of Destiny's Call was extremely focused on his current task of manning the ship. He could think of nothing else. Literally. The Marquis had Rioted out all other emotions and cognition not pertaining to manning a ship. He had done the same to everyone else on the ship, including Pelos, his newest steward. He made it almost a hobby of his, collecting stewards from all the places he visited. The Marquis wasn't cruel, however. He always left them on their original planets, even if they were very good stewards. He needed good stewards to look after him in his times of slowness. The Marquis didn't particularly like the periods of time where his thinking slowed, like syrup in winter. But it was a necessity, in case the Marquis came across particularly strong-minded people, or a situation where particularly quick thinking was a necessity.

Judging from the rumors I've heard about this place, the Marquis thought, sipping on a strangely-colored drink, only the quick survive.

[Clanky he/him]

Clink reached the city just ahead of the storm. There was no-one in the streets and all the doors were shut. Seems like everyone knew this was coming he thought. There was no time to think as the storm howled towards him so he began wildly knocking on the nearest door. 

 

Luckily for him the door opened almost immediately. In the doorway stood a young women wearing a single glove on her left hand. Strange he thought, why only one glove? The room was illuminated by an odd glow coming from a pile of gems on the table. He was so caught up observing everything from the strange gems to the peculiar dog like bug creature he didn't even notice that the women was yelling at him until she pulled him into the house and slammed the door.

 

The next thing he realized was that he had no idea what she was saying. New planet, new language I almost forgot. As the women continued yelling he began searching through his pack for one of his most valuable belongings. At last he found it, a little yellow fish in a container. He had acquired it from a strange man who always carried around a towel. He took the fish out of the container and slid it into his ear.

 

Suddenly he could understand everything the women was yelling about. The first thing he heard was:

 

"What did you just put in your ear?!"

 

Ah the Babel fish, very useful for understanding languages on planets you'd never been to before. Not so useful for convincing people that you are not crazy psychopath. Well I guess I wouldn't want to give them the wrong idea. 

 

 

EDIT so the post actually has content.

Edited February 2, 2015 by Clanky

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Ok, I'm closing Sign-ups. Check back in an hour for the Starting thread and your Role.

[Guest]

Gerald weaved his way through the crowd and noticed one of his "skaa" looking around the room. "Jeeves, what are you looking for?" he said. "Ah, you, sir. Somebody is here looking for you." Gerald put on his best grin and followed the lead of Jeeves to mysterious stranger.

Aonar, will you come to the ball?

The suspense builds...Will I be Ruin or Hoid? Or an Unmade (who seem way too OP, by the way)?

Edited February 2, 2015 by Snoopy

[Lord Pifferdoo he/him]

I second the accusation of OP-ness of the Unmade, and suggest instead that another class be implemented, like a Larkin Handler that removes shard-investment or something

[Guest]

I second the accusation of OP-ness of the Unmade, and suggest instead that another class be implemented, like a Larkin Handler that removes shard-investment or something

Ooh, I like that.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Ooh, I like that. Maybe next game though. We discussed the Unmade in the Spec doc and decided it would work. Also, the Thread might be delayed, as my family insisted I joined them to watch the Superbowl Highlights.

[Guest]

I thought you weren't in America.

I went to a Super Bowl party but watched about two minutes of the game before being introduced to Settlers of Catan. I didn't even know who won until five minutes after the game. I'm not a huge football fan, as you can probably tell.

[Clanky he/him]

I would choose Settlers over a football game any day. 

[Araris Valerian he/him]

If you like board games and are willing to spend a bit of time, there is a great one called Eclipse: New Dawn for the Galaxy. The physical version is a bit spends but it's available on iPad for like seven dollars and plays really well.

[Clanky he/him]

Never tried that one. My favourite game recently has been Dominion. It's technically more of a card game then a board game but still very fun.

Also I assume that anyone who is willing to spend the time on a Sanderson Elimination game shouldn't have a problem with time restraints on games.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Day 1: A Murderous Intent

 

"Storm it! Hoid was right." Jost Joslin, Knight Radiant and Second in command of the Original Seventeenth Shard glared down at the Seeking Fabrial. Odium had broken his bonds, and was free again. Hoid had been right. He turned to Khriss, leader of the Original Seventeenth Shard. "Ma'am, What do we do now? Hoid was right, do we join with him? Or Fight alone?"

 

Khriss rubbed her tired eyes. "There's no way we can fight alone. We'll have to admit our Mistakes and Join Hoid. Hopefully he hasn't Corrupted too many of our Members." She stood up, joining him at the Seeking Fabrial. "At least we won't fight alone. At least 8 other shards are on the move. Hoid managed to get the word out." She looked up at him, "All we need to BEHIND YOU!"

 

Jost whirled, summoning his blade in an instant, but he was too slow, as a tendril of Void speared his through the Chest. He gasped as what could only be Odium threw him aside.

 

I WILL NOT HAVE YOU INTERFERING IN MY WORK LITTLE HUMAN. THIS TIME, I WILL REIGN.

 

As Jost tried to stand, more men entered the room. He recognized several of them, as they sunk their blades into his shoulders and chest. He desperately sucked in as much Stormlight as he could hold, but it only kept him alive long enough to see Odium behead Khriss with another Void Tenedril.

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Odium surveyed the room, none of the Original Seventeenth Shard was left, only Hoid's Converts and his Fellow Shards would oppose him. Them he could deal with Easy. Hate would start spreading as soon as Khriss's death was discovered. His Champions followed behind him as he left Taldain, Heading for the center, where he would Slaughter the Rest of his enemies.

 

Day 1 Begins! It will end at 10pm PST on February the 3rd. If you didn't receive your role or weren't put in a world PM, please tell me so I can fix the Situation.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Day One has begun!

[Guest]

I did not get my role.

[Unodus he/him]

edit: I got my PM :B

Edited February 2, 2015 by Unodus

[Bort he/him]

Bortin climbed out of the Pool, water running down him, but strangely leaving him dry. He glanced about the room, then froze. This is not the Well of Ascension, he thought. A few minutes later, he realized. Something must have gone wrong while he was travelling here. This was Harmony's Pool. Bortin was in the right place, just at the wrong time. Oops.

 

Diving back into the Pool and retracing his steps, Bortin was soon climbing out of the Pool again, this time into the more familiar surroundings of the Lord Ruler's palace. He tapped his steelmind, and was out of there before anyone registered his presence. He didn't want to have to explain himself to the Lord Ruler.

 

A mere few minutes later, Bortin stopped outside House Hobbes, his hand holding out an invitation to a guard. He had slowed when approaching the gates, so it didn't look like he had just appeared in front of them. The guard took the invitation, checked it, and nodded, stepping aside to allow Bortin to enter the keep.

 

He handed off his longcoat to a Master Servant and entered the ballroom proper. Spotting Gerald divest himself of a simpering girl, Bortin stepped in his direction, a somber expression on his face.

 

"We have a problem," he told the other Worldhopper in a quiet voice. "The Seventeenth Shard has been wiped out. There are also tales from Roshar. It seems Odium is freed. It doesn't take much imagination to consider that the murderer was most likely Odium."