Long Game 20: Warcamp Enigmas

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Question for the GM- Do spaces count as characters in the death cry?

Eh, I won't count them.

[Orlok Tsubodai]

I shall sign up as Subadon - an Alethi officer on the verge of retirement.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Oh, right. My name. Elale Savas is the woman who taught Jasnah Kholin.

Do you no longer want to be Eobard Thawne?

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Sani Joslin is signing up. A lighteyed scribe who lost her brother to the ghostbloods earlier in the war.

[colour=blue]Anyone want Sani to be their Scribe?

[Master Elodin]

Do you no longer want to be Eobard Thawne?

I do, I just forgot.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I do, I just forgot.

It's all good.

 

Joe, it's color.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Joe, it's color.

If it was color, it wouldn't be blue right now, would it?

[Mailliw73 he/him]

If it was color, it wouldn't be blue right now, would it?

If it was colour, it wouldn't show the word right now, would it?

[Seonid he/him]

Sani Joslin is signing up. A lighteyed scribe who lost her brother to the ghostbloods earlier in the war.

[colour=blue]Anyone want Sani to be their Scribe?

You can be my scribe

[Metacognition he/him]

 

Sani Joslin is signing up. A lighteyed scribe who lost her brother to the ghostbloods earlier in the war.

[colour=blue]Anyone want Sani to be their Scribe?

 

 

You sure you want that, Seonid? Seems like he might not be that great at it if he can't spell "color" right.

Edited April 21, 2016 by Metacognition

[Elbereth she/her]

Sani Joslin is signing up. A lighteyed scribe who lost her brother to the ghostbloods earlier in the war.[colour=blue]Anyone want Sani to be their Scribe?

Storm it, I was just thinking about a secretary-type character who has to run around for every dictation of every person. Hmph. I'll have to come up with something else now.

[Elkanah he/him]

I'll join. Fair warning: my activity may be a little spotty for the first few cycles. After that I should be fine.

 

For that I'll join as Montgomery Spot; Spotty for short.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

You sure you want that, Seonid? Seems like he might not be that great at it if he can't spell "color" right.

Somebody else who is actually American.

[Seonid he/him]

You sure you want that, Seonid? Seems like he might not be that great at it if he can't spell "color" right.

Well, I'll dock his pay for spelling errors.

[little wilson she/her]

Somebody else who is actually American.

 

Didn't you just say that you spell gray both ways? So does that make you a fake American? Or only semi-American? If you were a true American, you'd spell all words the American way, wouldn't you?

 

To be noted: I spell the color denoting a combination of white and black as grey almost exclusively. It just looks more correct. I also never spell theatre the American way as the American way is an abomination that shouldn't exist.

 

And Orlok, the above confession does not give you permission to say that I'm clearly being reformed and embracing my true British roots. Never, I say. You cannot bleed the American out of me. It's too strong.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Didn't you just say that you spell gray both ways? So does that make you a fake American? Or only semi-American? If you were a true American, you'd spell all words the American way, wouldn't you?

 

To be noted: I spell the color denoting a combination of white and black as grey almost exclusively. It just looks more correct. I also never spell theatre the American way as the American way is an abomination that shouldn't exist.

 

And Orlok, the above confession does not give you permission to say that I'm clearly being reformed and embracing my true British roots. Never, I say. You cannot bleed the American out of me. It's too strong.

I don't see why it's spelled differently in other places and I don't actually know which is the American way.

 

Theatre is terrible. It's from French, and the re combo at the end of a word makes no sense to me. Why would re make an er sound?

[Trelagist]

Signing up, same character as in MR13.

[Araris Valerian he/him]

Ardel, an elderly ardent, is signing up!

[Orlok Tsubodai]

Didn't you just say that you spell gray both ways? So does that make you a fake American? Or only semi-American? If you were a true American, you'd spell all words the American way, wouldn't you?

To be noted: I spell the color denoting a combination of white and black as grey almost exclusively. It just looks more correct. I also never spell theatre the American way as the American way is an abomination that shouldn't exist.

And Orlok, the above confession does not give you permission to say that I'm clearly being reformed and embracing my true British roots. Never, I say. You cannot bleed the American out of me. It's too strong.

 

"The American way is an abomination that shouldn't exist"

 

You're clearly being reformed and embracing your true British roots - for "if you were a true American, you'd spell all the words the American way, wouldn't you? "

You never did give a definitive answer though - fake American, or only semi-American, Wilson?

Edited April 21, 2016 by OrlokTsubodai

[little wilson she/her]

I was just calling Maill out on the hypocrisy of saying that Joe isn't actually American when Maill also doesn't abide by all the American spellings. I never said that I adhered to the idea that you have to spell things the American way to be a true American. Because I don't.

 

Guess what? I sometimes spell specialize as specialise. *gasp*

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I was just calling Maill out on the hypocrisy of saying that Joe isn't actually American when Maill also doesn't abide by all the American spellings. I never said that I adhered to the idea that you have to spell things the American way to be a true American. Because I don't.

Guess what? I sometimes spell specialize as specialise. *gasp*

I think I'm invoking the general worldly ignorance that qualifies a true American in not knowing which is the correct way to spell it.

But I do know that that is blasphemy! Join the Brits already.

[little wilson she/her]

But I do know that that is blasphemy! Join the Brits already.

 

You're not even going to ask in what context I would do such a thing? Sigh. Americans. 

[Mailliw73 he/him]

You're not even going to ask in what context I would do such a thing? Sigh. Americans. 

Exactly.

[Kasimir he/him]

Kasim picked his way cautiously through the warcamp, feeling thoroughly out of place.

 

Bloody one-eyed man. No, what was it they said here again? Storming. Storming one-eyed man. What right did he have...? "Ah, but it will be the challenge of your career," said the one-eyed man, leaning casually against his spear.

 

Kasim said, flatly, "Going up against a device from hell."

 

The one-eyed man shrugged. "You did say you were the best. Or was that an idle boast?"

 

"I am the best, but you don't seem to understand--I can't work miracles."

 

"Details," said the one-eyed man, cheerfully. "Let me know when you're done, will you?"

 

"I haven't even agreed--" began Kasim, before he was literally half-booted and half-shoved through to...wherever this was. Roshar, he remembered. That was what the one-eyed man had said. He was being sent to some gods-forsaken place by the name of Roshar.

 

"Coming through!" yelled someone, and a man roughly yanked him to the side. Kasim blinked, as a cart being pulled by what he swore was a crab, of all things, skittered through the space where he had been.

 

"Watch yourself," said the man who'd hauled him to safety in time. He wore a long navy coat, with buttons up the sides, and a neat white shirt. A sword was belted at his side. "Last thing we need is another supply cart running over somebody. So, what is your business here?"

 

Did it truly matter, if he was honest to this man, from another world? Kasim squeezed the packet of grave dirt in his jacket pocket, drawing reassurance from the fact it was still there. The prayer beads around his wrist clacked slightly as he withdrew his hand. "I am looking for a lady...Brightlady," he said, belatedly. "I think she's called Kenara?"

 

The man frowned. "I don't know of any Kenara here," he said at last, "Although the warcamp is big, and I'm only serving directly under Brightlord Terneas. Doesn't sound like she's in Highprince Gavilar's warcamp, though. Try somewhere else. And next time, watch out for the chulls."

 

"I will," Kasim said, nodding his thanks. Chulls. So that was what they called their crabs.

 

-

 

It took Kasim an awfully long time to find the elusive Brightlady Kenara. One man he asked looked about him immediately, and leaned in to whisper, "Haven't seen her. Heralds be thanked," and then resumed digging what looked to be fresh latrines. But eventually, he was pointed to an entirely different warcamp, and brought into her tent.

 

"Brightlady Kenara?" he asked. Hesitated.

 

She looked at him, weighing. He was a puzzle, he thought, abruptly. That was it. "What?"

 

He drew a deep breath. "Kaddar sends his regards."

 

Brightlady Kenara's eyes narrowed. "What?" she demanded, in an entirely different tone. Kasim couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He resisted the urge to touch the ironbark amulet he was wearing, just for reassurance.

 

"I understand that you have a...cursed and possibly-possessed...communications device..." he cast about for the word they used on this blasted place, on Roshar. "A spanreed. I understand that you have an immensely evil spanreed. I am to wish you a happy birthday and to attempt to exorcise it. I'm Kasim, a witch doctor of...well, you wouldn't know where I come from."

 

Happy birthday, Wilson! Also, Maili: I'm not playing as Kasim. This was just a one-off thing. This might be early because timezones.

Edited April 21, 2016 by Kasimir

[Mailliw73 he/him]

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