Mid-Range Game 8: Highborn Intrigue

[Curious Anamaximder he/him]

I am in as Vin Elendel, Lady of, well....

[Bort he/him]

The night?

[Haelbarde he/him]

I will be playing (provided Wilson doesn't mind me tapping into her canon) brightness Draela Heb - a scribe who studied under Brightness Kenara before her untimely death in the Alethi Unification War. An acquaintance of Brightness Katara in times past, they have not met since the shortly after the war. Draela has been contracted by the Heatherlocke clan to document the events about to play out, as they believe them to have great significance for the future of Roshar, but do not presently have anyone with the connection necessarily to observe the events first hand. 

Edited August 15, 2015 by Haelbarde

[Amanuensis he/him]

If it's not too late to throw down, I will be playing as Efrihm, adopted son of Lord Demitre Valdev, a 7th dahn nobleman serving under Highprince Dalinar. Despite his non-alethi heritage, Efrihm is generally well accepted by his peers. Given that Lord Valdev is sterile, he has raised Efrihm to someday take his place as the head of his House. Efrihm himself is an amiable fellow with the ability to befriend most anyone. He has pale green eyes and is known for his signature half grin.

Edited August 20, 2015 by Alvom

[The Honey Badger he/him]

I am definitely in for this game.

 

Badhab Eony an ambitious lighteye in Aladar's camp, who is not afraid to switch allegiances when he gets a better deal. And is looking to please Dalinar, who is practically king. 

[Clanky he/him]

I will be signing up for this game. Name and back story coming soon to theatres near you

[Feligon he/him]

i'm joining as Patch.  He doesn't like to share his first name (because it's Flower, and that's not manly enough)

[Clanky he/him]

This is it. If I am ever going to find out the truth it will be here.

 

Klanal looked around from beneath the brim of his large hat, looking for recognition in the eyes of any of the other guests faces. He was relieved but not surprised when he saw none. He had learned the value of discretion back when he had first begun his quest to find the truth. He very nearly got himself killed by asking his questions too loud or in the wrong places. No he was close now, he wouldn't ruin it by being overanxious. He would wait. He would listen carefully. He would finally learn the truth. 

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Mallan is in!

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

Owain watched the messenger as he walked away. An invitation from the Blackthorn himself. He was not sure what to think. Of course he had no choice but to attend. And yet, why would he refuse? This was as grand an opportunity as he could have hoped for! Even accounting for the rumors of Dalinar Kholin's supposed weakness of late, he was still the most influential Highprince in all of Alethkar. "If I can make an ally of him, surely I can make a name for myself in no time!" he thought as he quickly began to prepare for the feast.

 

Backstory: Owain is a lighteyes from a small town who came to the Shattered plains to win glory and prestige for himself and his family.

[Sart he/him]

Mortago gladly went to Dalinar's camp. It was his one chance to strike it big. He wasn't good at collecting the gemhearts that the lords were so desperate to have. However, he knew Dalinar was falling behind in his claims. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was starting to not care about the chasmfiends. Mortago was a diplomat, so if he could persuade Dalinar to make him an ally, his reputation would grow immensely. Otherwise, well, he chose not to think about that.

 

Just letting you know I'm signing up. Will this be the largest game of Elimination yet?

[Herowannabe he/him]

Just letting you know I'm signing up. Will this be the largest game of Elimination yet?

LG12 had 31 people, not counting the pinch hitters who stepped in. I think there was one or two games that got bigger though.

Edit: color

Edited August 18, 2015 by Herowannabe

[little wilson she/her]

LG12 had 31 people, not counting the pinch hitters who stepped in. I think there was one or two games that got bigger though.

 

Total game numbers sits thusly:

 

First place (31 players): LG11, LG12

Second place (30 players): LG4, LG10

Third place (29 players): LG2, MR5

 

If we only count MR, the numbers are thus:

First place (29 players): MR5

Second place (28 players): MR8 (currently)

Third place (27 players): MR1, MR7

 

And just because, the biggest QF was QF8 at 22 players.

 

Hm. Now I want to add a new tab to my spreadsheet where I track game totals for both total players and survivors in all games and in each format.....Must go read up on functions again. (I've said it once and I'll say it again: I think I have a minor addiction to spreadsheets....But it's only minor. I promise. )

[Guest]

May we start a PM with a particular player and keep it open for the entire game, provided we don't talk in it during the Night or per the GM's instructions?

I just would rather not create a lot of PMs every Day, and I can only imagine that it would be easier on the GM.

Edited August 18, 2015 by Guest

[Renegade he/him]

May we start a PM with a particular player and keep it open for the entire game, provided we don't talk in it during the Night or per the GM's instructions?

 

I just would rather not create a lot of PMs every Day, and I can only imagine that it would be easier on the GM.

 

Yeah, that's fine. (And yes, I'd rather not deal with thousands of PMs by the end of the game. )

[Herowannabe he/him]

Cleo hadn't drawn her whet stone across her blade a half dozen times before she began regretting her choice of tables to sit at.

"... And on the 72nd floorboard, 3rd stanza, it said 'upon the winds up high the Sprens of wind shall never die' which we thought meant that our mission was certain to be a success, so we set out with gusto to complete our task and prevent the next desolation." Brightlord Wannan was saying, "But of course we were wrong! Far from having success, our whole expedition died! The warcamp found us out and killed us one by one."

"If they killed your whole team," Cleo grumbled skeptically, "Then how did you end up being the only survivor?"

"That's just it! I didn't! I was the first of us to go! Some bloke dropped out of the sky and burned a hole straight through my chest. Stormin' rude, if you ask me. To add insult to injury they just dumped my corpse in a chasm without a proper funeral or even so much as burning a prayer for me. Now, I don't know if it was the hole through my chest or the lightning strike in the chasm that sent me back in time to now... Or maybe it was the chasmfiend that ate my corpse... But regardless, after that I-"

"Ahem." Wannan was interrupted by a young servant girl. "Brightlord?"

"Yes?" He said, turning to the girl. Cleo took the opportunity to snatch up her knives and run before Wannan could continue his mad ramblings.

"I've been sent to tell you that your wife has delivered the baby," the young woman said. "It's a girl. Both mother and daughter are in good health. You are now permitted to join them in the medica tent."

"Aha! That's wonderful!" Wannan said, glory spren popping in a little cloud around his head as he rushed off to see his new daughter.

---

Today my wonderful wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Just wanted to share with you all.

Edit: typos

Edit2: so if my ability to post is sporadic over the next few weeks, you know why. Thought I'd mention it now before the game starts and people start to wonder if I'm laying low as part of a strategy to stay hidden or not.

Edited August 19, 2015 by Herowannabe

[Haelbarde he/him]

Today my wonderful wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Just wanted to share with you all.

Congratulations! Hope everything goes well, and that your daughter has a great and heath-full life!

[RippleGylf she/her]

Merilee sighed. The dreaded day had finally come. Today, she would be forced to socialize. Was there anything more tiresome? Standing around for hours on end simply bored her. Why talk to people when she could be home, studying ancient texts? It was stupid.

[Renegade he/him]

Less than 9 hours left until sign-ups are over!  The game will begin shortly afterwards.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Brightlord Mallan finished up his affairs for the day before Highprince Kholin's feast. Feasts these days weren't as rare as they had been when Mallanhad first taken his father's place. Out on the Plains, they happened whenever someone had captured a particularly large gemheart and wanted to boast about it.

He hoped there'd be some of that strange Shin bird again. The one time he'd tasted it had been at the King's banquet that he had been invited to for being particularly instrumental in helping Highprince Aladar capture a large gemheart. It was white meat with no hard shell and it had been delicious. He couldn't remember what it was called: Fish-kin? Something like that. Mallan's memory was fading these days as he slipped out of his middle age. After his wife had died the year before, it had gotten even worse. Some days, he forgot his scribe's name.

Today, though, Mallan's memory was in good shape he had only forgotten to comb his hair and one of the lesser scribe'a names. He remembered it now though: Bethar. And there she was! He walked past her on his way towards the feast and waved, greeting her. She wrinkled her brow when he called her name but smiled anyways. He wondered what was wrong. Had she smelled something? Wasn't her hair blonder this morning? Strange. Mallan ignored it and smiled as he left the camp.

[Renegade he/him]

One hour left until sign-ups are over!

[Renegade he/him]

The sign-ups are now closed.  The game shall begin shortly (once the Night 1 thread is up), and I will then start sending out your role PMs afterwards.

[Renegade he/him]

Night 1: Feeding Frenzy

“Highprince Kholin!”

Dalinar looked up from his drink, acknowledging the messenger who had spoken.  He was a small boy of no more than sixteen, who looked disheveled and more than a little out of breath.  The messenger looked intently, almost fearfully, at Dalinar, but gave a small nod to Adolin, who was standing on the side of the dining room.

“One of the barracks has been set on fire!” the messenger exclaimed frantically.  “Fortunately, we managed to find the culprit.”

“Who was it?” Adolin asked, before his father was able to reply.

“A brightlord Gamaris Denvar,” the messenger said.  “I believe that the others mentioned that he was only a minor brightlord, of the sixth or seventh dahn.”

“Denvar?” Dalinar said to himself.  “Very well.  You are dismissed.”

“This is Sadeas’s doing!” Adolin yelled as the messenger scampered off.  “This is exactly something he would do, the coward!  Bribe a lower-ranking--”

“Stop!” Dalinar shouted, interrupting his son.  “I do not know where you are getting these misgivings about Sadeas, but he is not an evil man.  He risked his life for Gavilar, when I, Gavilar’s own brother, did nothing about it.  I do not want to hear you say such things about Sadeas, no matter what your personal feelings about him.  Am I clear?”

“Yes,” Adolin muttered, nodding.  “But if Sadeas is not behind this sabotage, then who is?”

Dalinar considered.  “Perhaps this would be an important topic to discuss at tonight’s banquet.”

-----

“There sure are a lot of people here tonight,” Renvas Galad said, looking at the large crowd of people gathered in the king’s feasting basin.  “I wonder what could be going on?”

“Perhaps they just came for the food,” his wife, Kaleni, replied, entering the basin with him.  As usual, the basin had been flooded with water, turning it into an artificial lake, complete with five islands for the guests to sit and eat.   All five of the tables had almost been filled with guests, all (mostly) high-ranking lighteyes who wouldn’t turn down an invitation from a highprince.

“Perhaps,” Renvas replied, heading across a bridge to one of the small islands.  “Though I’m not sure…”

“There are many things I am not sure of, ” a man spoke from atop a tall stool.  The stout man was wearing all black, with a silver sword at his side, which seemed mostly for decoration than anything else.  “But one thing that I may say with absolute certainty is that you, Brightlord Galad, are a perfect example to all of these fools for how you should not dress.”

Renvas stopped and glared at the man atop the stool.  “What--”

“Honestly, I was never much into fashion myself, but you could at least try to do more than the ‘just-thrown-on’ look.”

“That’s Wit,” Kaleni explained.  “It’s usually best to just ignore him.”

“Ignore me?” Wit said, taken aback.  “Why, I take extra time to carefully cultivate my insults towards all of you.  It is certainly more interesting than eating and listening to gossip and the like.”

Renvas groaned.  “Well, I am only here to record what is to happen.  Something important is upon the horizon.”

“The sun,” Wit said.  “I know that your little brain can only comprehend so much, but I’m surprised that even you would forget about the giant, shining orb on the horizon.”

“You know what I mean,” Renvas said flatly.

“Don’t argue with Wit,” Kaleni warned, walking past the two of them and onto the islands beyond.  “You can’t win.”

Wit chuckled as Renvas followed Kaleni across the bridge.  “Finally, someone that speaks some sense around here.  And… ah, Brightlord Mallan!  I believe you took a wrong turn; the showers are that way.”

Renvas froze at one of the islands as Dalinar stood up from his seat.  Finding an open chair next to his wife, Renvas noticed Dalinar’s two sons to his left and right at the center table.  What is going on here?

Dalinar looked out at the crowd.  “There has, I am sure, been some discussion about the fire that occurred earlier this very day.  Rest assured that this is not the reason that I have called you all here.  Nevertheless, I am in need of information surrounding the motives behind this mysterious attack.  Anyone who gives me proof of relevant information related to the attack will be compensated.  Otherwise, with that out of the way, let us begin the feast!”

With Dalinar’s last sentence, a number of servants appeared, bringing out exotic foods from across Roshar.  Whatever is to be said about what happens next, Renvas considered, I am going to enjoy this feast.

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Let the games begin!  Role PMs will be sent out shorty.

Remember: As this is the Night turn, no PMs may be started.  However, if you have a non-kill action that you would like to use tonight, respond to the PM that I will send your role in with your action and target(s).

Other than that, this turn is meant to be heavily focused on RP, so go have some fun before the real slaughter begins!

The Night will be over in about 23 hours from this post.

Player List:

 

Draela Heb (Haelbarde)
Sheon Idris (Seonid)
Brightlord Wannan (Herowannabe)
Arilir (Araris Valerian)
Seavul Karlon (TheSilverDragon)
Brightness Katara (little wilson)
Merilee Kavdar (RippleGlyf)
Kipper (Kipper)
Cleo (Winter Cloud)
Bortholemew the Blind (Bort)
Seixa (phattemer)
Leyton (IrulelikeSTINK)
Mace (Macen)
Brightlady Nivina Odict (Shallan)
Em-son-of-none (Emerald 101)
Caesarae (Adamir)
Orlok (OrlokTsubodai)
Norlav (Alvron)
Resha (RavenRadiant7)
Eradin (Paranoid King)
Vin Elendel (Venture Mistborn)
Efrihm (Alvom)
Badhab Eony (The Honey Badger)
Klanal (Clanky)
Patch (Feligon)
Mallan (Mailliw73)
Owain (TheMightyLopen)
Mortago (a smart guy)

Edited October 28, 2016 by Alvron

[Emerald101 he/him]

Ren, if I may, I would like to make a humble suggestion. In past games I've played, the GM would post a player list at the end of each write-up. In LG13, Kipper kept a player list in his signature. I would like to propose that you combine the two elements, and put the player list in your signature. That way, you don't have to go back and c/p it every turn, and us players don't have to go back to Day 1 every turn to remember who's still living.

 

That said, this is your game, and it's absolutely your prerogative to run it however you wish.

 

Additional comment:

 

I'd also live to invite speculation on Eliminator numbers. I think we're looking at 5-6 eliminators is a game w/28 players.

Edited August 20, 2015 by Emerald101

[Renegade he/him]

Well, I was just about to put in a player list in this write-up after I sent out the PMs.  (Also, if anyone hasn't yet received a PM, let me know, since I should've sent them all out by now.)  I might do the signature thing once we start losing people, but I'll just post the player list for the first write-up or two.

Edited August 20, 2015 by Renegade