Long Game 1: In the Wake of the Koloss

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

As someone else mentioned, the whole gambit on Bartbug seeking  would only work on absolutely trusted people. No offense, Malil.
Its just we all see how well taking somebodys word on his 'seeking accuracy' went before (Sorry, again, Edgar)

I just still don't believe we have two seekers. (Unless Meta was being really nice to us, and we just kind of screwed that whole thing up)

 The only villager I would trust at this point would be a thug, if they were attacked by spiked and survived. But we don't even know the alignments of any of the roles yet either. So this is one hell of a pickle.

But the whole Beetle/Malil thing will be tricky to pull off. Because Malil might become a night target by the Spiked if Beetle is one of them, to protect him. And we'd also need to make sure the coinshot doesn't target Beetle, and maybe lurcher protect Malil.

And that's just too much to line up. And as I type it, this sounds like a Spiked argument trying to defend the Spiked identities of Malil and Beetle... so I'll shut up now.

This game is frustrating on the mind.

 

Edit: We should bank on the Coinshot getting rid of Beetle at this point. The longer he's alive, the more spiked there are roaming around.
Gun 'im down, boys.

Edit 2: Yeah, I agree. That Elantris-Oath is pretty darn convincing.
(Although that's what a Spiked would want us to think!)
 

Edited January 11, 2014 by Gamma Fiend

[Mailliw73 he/him]

None taken, I wouldn't expect you to trust me. I don't trust you too much either. You also could be a Spiked. Beetle doesn't have to Seek me, I've just let him know my conditions. If he doesn't or gets it wrong, I will try to kill him. If he gets it right, he'll have another ally and hopefully Wilson will still join us. Hopefully together, we can figure out who else is Spiked. I swear on the first edition of Elantris that I will not lie if Beetle Seeks me right. Or wrong. I will honestly let you know if he is right or not. I know my word probably doesn't mean much to you, but that's all I can give you without breaking rules.

[Aether he/him]

I swear on the first edition of Elantris that I will not lie if Beetle Seeks me right. Or wrong.

In-game or out-of-game, I'd probably trust that oath.

 

It is probably more fair to do a vote, though, as suggested by Beetle. Even if he is spiked, it is a good idea.

 

EDIT: Second thought, the Spiked might be able to manipulate that vote in their favour.

 

EDIT 2: Second second thought, if we assume that both you and Beetle are spiked, it would be ingenious to get "the Seeker" to seek you. AAAARGH!!!

Edited January 11, 2014 by Aether

[PorridgeBrick he/him]

Edit: derp, just realized there was still a page I hadn't read. I definitely think there should be a vote on who he seeks. The Spiked probably won't affect it too much, and it's our best chance of finding out who he is.

Edited January 11, 2014 by PorridgeBrick

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I can agree with a vote, but only if the voted swears an oath as serious as mine. I think some people, villagers included, wouldn't want to be Seeked. I think each person who is willing should nominate themselves and then we can vote from there. I nominate myself.

[little wilson she/her]

If he gets it right, he'll have another ally and hopefully Wilson will still join us.

If he Seeks you correctly, I'm with you all the way. Right now, I have my suspicions of what you are, but I'm not going to announce them here. I'm just worried he's going to die before being able to reveal that he is, in fact, the Seeker. Then I won't know if I can really trust you, Maill (since I still have minor misgivings, just like I have minor misgivings about Beetle. I'm not 100% certain about either of you. It's more like 90%).

Assuming Beetle survives the night, and he Seeks Maill correctly, I concur with the vote idea. And since this is an unofficial vote, emotional allomancy won't play into it at all. As long as the villagers all stick together, we can sift (or Seek) out the Spiked. We just need the Lurcher to protect him so the Spiked can't kill him.

Moving past that, I just took a look back over the roles, since we're down 4 players now. With 9 roles, that leaves the possibility for 7 regular villagers, without duplicate roles. There's no way we started with that many regular villagers. I'm betting we started with 4--the exact same amount as there are Spiked (that number makes sense). I can even hazard a guess at who all 4 are. Jason (obviously), Darnam, me, and Gambles. There might be a 5th. But I doubt it.

Other villager roles: 2 Seekers (down 1), 1 Coinshot, 1 Lurcher. There could be a duplicate in either of those, but I kind of doubt it at this point.

Either: 1 Tineye and 1 Smoker, both were Villagers. I'm betting there's another Smoker, though, and he's Spiked (which is probably the inconclusive thing Edgar was talking about in the first person he Seeked. I just wish he had've told us who, because I'm wondering if it was the Spiked Smoker, or the person the Spiked Smoker was including in his cloud). 1 Mistborn, who is probably Spiked, but there's still a slim chance he's a Villager. And out of the Thug, Rioter, and Soother, one of those has a duplicate, and I'm betting the Villagers have at least one of the emotional allomancy roles. Probably just one though, because I think we have the Thug. If I'm wrong, and the Spiked have the Thug and the Mistborn, we're screwed. Just saying.

Edited January 11, 2014 by little wilson

[Aether he/him]

       "Lists, lists, LISTS!" Aether threw himself manically at his meticulous and scholarly work. He quickly went through his memory of the evenings discussions.

       "Currently, we have one volunteer to be subjected to Beetle's seeking. I shall add any others to this as they step forth." And with that, Aether walked up the wall where his previous lists still hung proudly. He then fished out his tools, and proceeded to hammer loose at his large piece of paper, using way too many nails.

• Maill
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Edited January 11, 2014 by Aether

[bartbug he/him]

Okay, guys. I (mentally) went over the facts, and I've decided that getting me to "prove" anything is a waste of time. Then it just comes down to who else you guys trust and if he's telling the truth. It's all up to trust, which is the truth anyways. I am going to Seek someone tonight, and we're still going to vote. But here's the catch: vote for whoever you think is Spiked. If I survive, I'll pass on the info to you. You can use it or not, but I want the villagers to win, and we only win together.

 

New vote: who do you think is Spiked?

[little wilson she/her]

Um. Check your PM's. I'm not putting that kind of information here where the Spiked can see it in the middle of the night. I'd rather not beg them to kill me.

[dyring]

Constantly carrying his club now, the innkeeper sneers towards beetle.

 

" - I´m not going to argue with you foul and deserving of death urchin. There is no point arguing with someone who´s a traitor who seeks all of our deaths and will do anything to stay alive for another day despite deserving death. You´r lies already succeded in costing us our best chance at staying alive. And if not for you having fooled enough around here, I´d kill you right now with my club."

 

Speaking towards the whole gathering of those still awake

 

"Beetle is a spiked, and not a seeker. Simple as that. him seeking someone, well, it means he either guesses, or chooses someone who´s spiked, or someone he already knows what they are somehow. Its that simple. You already cost us our best chance at surviving by killing poor edgar instead of listening to me. You intend to do the same agian?

 

Vote to kill the Urchin tomorrow, it is our only chance, small as it is. Trying to get a deal seeking someone for confirmation is only his way to try and stay alive another day."

Edited January 11, 2014 by dyring

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Feels like everyone's just waiting for the night to finish up. Beetle is pretty suspicious, I agree with Dyring. I'll be voting for him if he doesn't Seek the person we vote for and if he's wrong. For his sake, I hope he is a Seeker.

Edited January 11, 2014 by Mailliw73

[Aether he/him]

What did we end up agreeing on? Is he to seek you?

[Mailliw73 he/him]

It doesn't look like we've voted yet. But I guess I'm the only candidate so far.

[Aether he/him]

It seems like I'm voting for you, then 

[PorridgeBrick he/him]

I guess I'll vote for Maill too.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Well, I've obviously voted for myself so that's three for me and 0 for anyone else.

[Metacognition he/him]

Day 3 (Front Page Headlines)

The rest of the town had gone back to their homes. Perhaps it was their guilt that drove them away from the inn. More than likely though, it was the way Dyring glared at them. He had told them, time and time again, that the filthy little urchin was trouble. Everyone else chalked it up to him being angry about the stolen coin and beers and the destroyed sheets he kept on having to replace, but he knew better. He hadn’t always been an innkeeper and he knew that urchin’s type from before.

“Bloody fools,” he muttered to himself as he wiped down the tables. He was just about finished for the night when the door to the inn opened. Dyring looked up at the figure in the doorway, but he was covered in a cloak from head to toe.

“Sorry friend, everyone’s gone home for the night and I’m finishing up myself,” said Dyring. “You’ll have to find somewhere else to pass the time.”

The stranger didn’t speak. He just held up his hand and opened it. Inside there were a few metal spiked balls. Dyring recognized them. Caltrops. Typically they were used to stop charging armies, but they could easily chew through a person as well, especially if used by an allomancer.

“Oh bloody he-” he cursed as the caltrops shot out of the stranger’s hand, traveling towards him. He dived under the table, feeling spiked murder pass just above his head.

Grabbing the table in one hand, he threw it towards the stranger with an ease that no singular man could match. “You bloody, bloody fool!” He shouted. “You’re not supposed to come after me!”

The stranger ducked and came up in a roll. While still crouched, he pulled out another handful of caltrops and fired them off. This time, Dyring wasn’t quick enough and they caught him in the shins. Crying out in pain, he dropped to the ground.

The stranger slowly approached and drew a knife. He knelt down beside Dyring and quickly and efficiently cut open the jugular vein on his neck. His work done, the stranger left him to bleed out.

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” Dyring thought. “They’re doing it all wrong! They need me! They need me to kick some sense into them!”

Dyring slowly, weakly reached up and placed his hand over the wound. Then, flaring his metal, he crawled back behind the counter and found his small medic kit.

A couple of hours later, after a few stiff drinks, a couple of bandages and a ton of pewter, Dyring started cleaning up the mess. After all, drinks still needed to be served.

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Quinn had been in town long enough to make it his own. He’d taken on the odd job here or there as well as being the town crier, just for the opportunities they presented him with. Things like sweeping chimneys wasn’t any fun, but it got him on their roofs to anchor little bits of metal where ever he needed them. Now he had an entire network of them scattered throughout the town and he could fly over the rooftops with ease.

Typically, the feeling of soaring through the air made him feel better. When he wasn’t drinking away at Dyring’s inn at night, he’d be up here, looking down on the town. Tonight, it wasn’t working though. He kept on seeing something out of the corner of his eye. It was vaguely human shaped and it had been following him through the mists for the last few days. He had a sneaky suspicion that he knew exactly what it was too.

At first, he had tried running from it. He’d dart away in the opposite direction each time, pulling harder and harder; barrelling through the air at insane speeds. But now, he was tired of running. He’d made his peace and he’d made amends. Well, as much as he felt he could at least.

So when he caught another glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye again, he pulled himself to a sudden stop. By pulling on three separate sources of metal he’d placed, he stopped right in the middle of the street, hanging there suspended in midair.

There, standing at the edge of the rooftop on his right was Grayv. The mists blew through him, but there was no mistaking that telltale twitch and the missing hand.

“I said I was sorry,” whispered Quinn. “I’ve tried to do my best since then. I even bought you a bottle of your favorite stuff and left it by your grave. Well, most of it. It really is good and you probably weren’t going to really drink it, so I took some of it, but the thing is, I really have tried.”

The speech didn’t affect the ghost in any foreseeable way.

“I just want you to forgive me,” Quinn said, a single tear rolling off his cheek. “I have enough spectres of my own. Please don’t you become one too.”

Suddenly, all three of his metal bars gave away at the same time. Quinn wailed out in surprise, searching for any of his other sources as he plummeted to the street below. There were none to be found. Someone had removed them all and left these weakened.

Looking below him, he saw a figure standing below him with a sharpened spike in hand. The death was instantaneous. The figure pulled out a single sheet of paper and pinned it to Quinn’s body. The town crier had one more story to tell. The note read:

“There is something rotten on the site of Seventeenth. There is a false witness breathing lies to its brothers. Discord has been sown. Mornië alantië.

A town divided against itself cannot survive. In the battle for Tyrian Falls, Ruin and its kin will prevail. When the Koloss arrive like a flood, there shall be no Survivor to protect you against them!

I have been called many things, but kind is seldom one of them. Some might call me Betrayal. But for there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first. No, my name is Legion, for I am many.

But I am also so much more. I am blunt in my methods, but in the moment when I finally understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him and the ruin his death brings upon the world.. I am a thinker, for only true intelligence and foresight can mastermind such magnificent chaos and dissent. And most of all, I have become grumpy, for the Koloss are late.

In the end, I can promise you nothing but blood, metal, sweat, and death.”

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Day 3 Begins! This time, because I’m posting this a bit early, you’ll have 37 hours to the day round.

Dyring turned out to be a THUG (I’m not giving his allegiance until his final death).

Quinn turned out to be the VILLAGE LURCHER.

Let the Chaos begin!

Updated Player List

Edited June 15, 2016 by Metacognition

[Kurkistan he/him]

Kukri walked into the bar and surveyed the devastated crowd, having just heard the news of the previous night. "Well we're just on a roll, it would seem. Got any Seeking to share before you're inevitably mob-killed, Beetle?"

 

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So the mistborn was kind enough to confirm that he's Spiked, at least. Hurrah.

[Claincy he/him]

Clancy sat in the bar, 2 empty mugs already sitting beside him while he worked his way through a third. For once he had no desire to tell a story, every story he thought of seemed stale and hollow. He had suggested this course of action, systematically rooting out the traitors. He had thought it would be better than the otherwise inevitable chaos and death but because of it Grayv and Edgar were dead and due to their failure to catch the traitors so were Dr Digits, Jason and now Quinn. Was this really any better? When would it end? Who would die next?

 

Clancy took another long pull from his mug.

 

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We, are in trouble. Time for some heavy-duty thinking.

 

Edit: Great writeup though Meta.

Edited January 12, 2014 by lord Claincy Ffnord

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

So, if Beetle didn't seek Malil last night and guesses what he is, I'm voting for him to be killed.

We really need a lead on the spiked.

And fantastic write up, Meta! This has been a lot of fun!

 

Edit: That sure is a bastard, not being able to have our lurcher protect Dyring next night cycle.

Edited January 12, 2014 by Gamma Fiend

[bartbug he/him]

Hey guys. I seeked Mailliw: he's an ordinary villager. He's no misting.

(Which, given the information in these recent accusations, isn't that surprising).

[dyring]

Dyring votes for Beetle the urchin (Big suprise?

 

Limping about the bar, dyring continues his choosen path

 

"Quinn is dead, after me, he was the strongest in arguing for Beetles death. And someone tried to kill me for what I´v been saying. Do you believe me know, or do you all want to help the urchin and his friends kill more people?

 

Seeking, phew. Either mail is spiked, or it was a guess if it was correct. Not that it matters, would not be a hard guess. They know who most of us metalborn are by now."

 

Dyring staggers as he picks up the empty glasses, moves to the bar and takes another drink, filled with flakes of metals.

 

"Not that it matters. I´m wounded, flaring my pewter´s all thats keeping me up and alive. I´tll be some time before I can fight anything."

 

*edit

What sucks the most is that our coinshot is propably spiked(either that or really really badly fooled, but seems unlikely.)

Edited January 12, 2014 by dyring

[Claincy he/him]

Edit: That sure is a bastard, not being able to have our lurcher protect Dyring next night cycle.

Sorry I'm slightly confused here. Dyring could well be spiked given that from the writeup it was the coinshot who tried to kill him and thug isn't a villager-only role.  Am I missing something here?

[dyring]

Well, your missing that I and quinn have been the ones arguing most strongly(maybe except for Darnam) for killing beetle, and its us two who gets targeted... Bit wierd yes? I´m also one of the very few who´s never been fooled into voting for killing an innocent.

Edited January 12, 2014 by dyring

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Gambles stumbled into the bar. He had heard about the events of the night before.
Our lurcher dead and our Pewterarm injured.
Smokers dead, Tineye is dead. Seeker is dead.
What more can we do? How can any of us regular people fight back?
"What's more," he said aloud, "Is our Mistborn is sure as rust as evil as the rest of 'em! If not the ringleader!
And I do believe our Coinshot is one of them, too!"
My OOC logic on why the Coinshot is Spiked. The attack on dyring wasn't a spiked attack, and just regular coinshot. But the coinshot attacked the lurcher before, and we now know he was a villager. So that's at least 2 non-spiked people attacked by the coinshot (I know theres a possibility of the first attack being Mistborn, but I just don't think so). I know there were a few people who wanted Beetle to stay alive for the night to Seek malil, but I just think if the Coinshot were on our side he would have taken a shot at him.