Long Game 3: Blackwater Village

[Chid he/him]

Chidden was a little bit confused.  How does somebody quietly raise their voice? 

 

@Selvar the people who voted for Mabi on the first day were Asp, Clan, and Xaneth.  Clan did make a good argument for why he voted for Mabi's death, whereas Xaneth only said that he agreed with Clan.  I'm guessing that's why Mabi is choosing to vote for Xaneth.  

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Gamut sat alone in Lurcher's Inn, sunlight peeking through the shuttered windows in thin slits, working furiously on his notes. He had stayed up the entire night, collecting whispers, hearing the songs of the wicked and righteous being sung to him.

"..sometimes I worry that I'm not the hero everybody thinks I am..." Gamut was barely aware of what he was writing until he looked down and frowned at the sentence on the page. His lists of suspects and Diagrams had been running his mind in circles, and the notebook he was using had started to have increasingly long rants and paragraphs containing personal musings, or reasonings for his actions.

I have to stay focused! He yelled at himself as he bent down and began to scribble more things down. He was so tired that he had balanced his chair up by slightly pulling himself backwards towards a latch behind him. He put it there for this purpose, for if he would fall asleep while sitting like that, the jolt of movement would snap him awake.  And he felt the day would be laboringly long like it was yesterday, with the fat red sun nestled in the sky for much longer than it should have been, and the mists holding back on the horizon, waiting to rush in like a flood from a broken dam.


Hopefully that will be enough time....

Gamut was so involved with his paperwork that he was oblivious to the crowd that had gathered outside and already started casting votes.

Edited March 15, 2014 by Gamma Fiend

[Edgedancer he/him]

While waiting we can discuss if Xaneth is a good vote. He voted for Mabi (who is not above suspicion and has that soothing going on) and Asp (which was against the spiked but at that time the votes were pretty heavy against Asp, so it could be that he was hiding), overall I would say that puts him on middle to less suspicious. Given that you didn´t vote at all until now, you show a change in behaviour that could be explained by lacking your former "face-man". Honestly breaking up the silence without any kind of proper argument dosen´t make you look good either, Mabi. I´m feeling inclined to wonder if you´re maybe spiked yourself. Not convinced just wondering.

 

Also I´m going to second the extension request.

Edited March 15, 2014 by Edgedancer

[Edgedancer he/him]

Given how asleep this round seems to be I´m just going to turn my wondering into a Mabi vote, if I´m/we´re lucky there will be some reaction.

 

And sorry for the double post, I just want to make sure this gets noticed as a new post.

Edited March 16, 2014 by Edgedancer

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

I really don't know who to firmly suspect right now. If some people are just waiting on me to cast a vote to just bandwagon that person, you might as well just start voicing your own suspicions and votes. We need more discussion going on in the thread. I'm not sure how much longer the day is with the extension, but right now Mabi would die with just those two votes and almost no conversation about it. And that probably isn't a good thing.


How much do we have with the extension, if I may ask?
 

[the Gleeman he/him]

I agree. Mabi has no firm evidence against her.  We need more evidence to convict anyone.  No one should be killed till we have more evidence. 

[Peng the Just he/him]

I'm sorry guys but I have a killer headache tonight. I can hardly think straight, Let alone do the write up. I should be able to do it tomorrow.

[Edgedancer he/him]

There is one vote against Xaneth and one against Mabi. How is anyone going to die like this? Unless maybe a rioter steps in. And while I would like a discussion no one is freaking talking.

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

No problem, Peng. Hope you feel better, man.

But has the Deadline already happened? So all votes and actions are locked in?

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I think in this case it's better to go with Xaneth. This way, even with our unsurety, we only kill a less active.

[el_warko he/him]

"As sars'pish'us as Oi find Mabi, an' Oi doo, aspashlee thaht put yer cloths on loine un th' tinoi's wards, this toime Oi'll vate for Xaneth."

 

 

I am trying for the life of to work out why Mabi's votes are being played with, in both instances there was no point soothing as the differential was so large that there was no need the massage her vote away.  The hypothesis I have come to is that either someone is trying to cast aspersions on Mabi by removing votes or she is a spiked soother and trying to double bluff.  Thoughts?

[Edgedancer he/him]

The first time Mabi was soothed would have been a tie between her and Erendi, which leaves me with three options.

1) Mabi is doing it herself.

2) the spiked decided that she is more important than Erendi.

3) Clan is a connector.

4) Someone unrelated did it and is countinuing on a whim.

 

1, 2 and 3 don´t really make sense unless this is supossed to be cofusion-fu and if Mabi is clean the spiked are not soothing for her, afterall that got Erendi killed. Which leaves us with absolutely no usefull information.

Edited March 16, 2014 by Edgedancer

[Chid he/him]

@Dane Your #2 scenario doesn't work because Asp voted for Mabi on the first day. If they wanted to kill Erendi instead of Mabi, he could have just changed his vote.

[Edgedancer he/him]

@Dane Your #2 scenario doesn't work because Asp voted for Mabi on the first day. If they wanted to kill Erendi instead of Mabi, he could have just changed his vote.

Ah yes I didn´t check just who voted for her. Actually looking back at it having a spiked vote against you in what is pretty much a tie gives her a pretty good alibi, so I´m revoking my Mabi vote.

[18th Shard he/him]

I am the connector and my vote only counted against asp

[Peng the Just he/him]

No one was quite sure who to kill. After the death of bartson, they seemed to have lost confidence.
"Maybe it was mabi?"someone asked
"it wasn't me" mabi said innocently. "if it was anyone, it was that xaneth fellow. He's always carrying knives"
everyone looked at one another and shrugged. It was the best argument they had heard all day. Reluctantly they carried xaneth off and hung him. a search of his body revealed no spikes, but several metal minds.
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Xaneth was a connector

the votes
xaneth(3)-wark, maw, mabi
no vote(14)-clan, joe, meta, gamut, alon, selvar, lents, dane, raubber, xaneth, mac, arst, vizzini, chidden
night 4 begins now and will last about 36 hours

sorry about the double post and sub par right up.

Edited March 18, 2014 by jasonpenguin

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Gamut had stayed up all night and day, working tirelessly on his notes and list of suspects. He had gathered everybody's roles and information, and had been racking his brain and come to some sort of conclusion. If only I was a Pewterarm, then I could push myself to stay awake... was the last thought Gamut had before he slumped over unconscious at his desk, sleep had finally caught up with him.

It wasn't until hours later, when the sun had already set and the mists had come out in full force, that Gamut woke with a start.
"Oh no! I hope I'm not too late for the lynching!" was all he had time to exclaim before he rushed out of his room and into the night.

He left so quickly he didn't even notice the torn pages that were missing from his journal...

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Yeah, So I've been Inactive for the day. I was Busy With Hamlet Practice and Learning How to Play Skyrim.

Joe Fell Off his Stool. He hade been Busy For a Long Time, and Fell into an Exhausted Sleep as soon as he reached his Shop. When He awoke, he walked outside and was greeted with the Sight of Xaneth's Hung Body.

"Stars and Stones, another Innocent Hung. And we were doing so Good."

'With Two Spiked down, the Thug did Frown, And bid Xaneth Goodbye, For none could Know, twas not for show, and someone Had do Die.' Joe Quoted.

 

EDIT: So, Mabi has been accused Ever time, can we just Seek her and be done with it?

Edited March 16, 2014 by The Only Joe

[Alvron]

It was raining.  A light drizzle sifting down from the night sky.  Mist lay heavy upon the land, tendrils curling up and around buildings as if trying to shelter them from the rain.  A lone traveller limped towards the village of Blackwater.  Wrapped around him was a torn and bloody cloak.  He was a tall man, this traveller, his black hair plastered to the sides of his face.  A scruffy and snarled black beard covered his lower jaw.

 

The outskirts of the village was poor, with shabby rundown hovels packed next to each other, a wet, littered dirt street running down the middle.

 

A torch burned fitfully at the intersection where the cobbled main road crossed the alley.  Turning onto the cobbled street the traveller limped to the village square.  A few shops remained open, their signs creaking in the wind.  A young woman wrapped in a light blue cloak stood beneath one of the hissing torches ringing the square, looking like a pale ghost.  Passing a food vendor, the stranger handed over a couple of boxings in exchange for a meat pie.

 

Once he was past the square, the streets were dark and empty.  Finishing his meat pie the stranger wiped his hands on his stained cloak and making sure no one was watching, he kicked the rain-soaked planks next to a gate.  There was a peculiar rhythm to the kicks.

 

The gate creaked inwards and a figure in a black hooded cloak looked out.  Seeing who it was the hooded man opened the gate wider letting the traveller enter.  Limping into the rain-wet courtyard the traveller slipped a cloth pouch to the cloaked man and crossed the courtyard.  Mounting the steps leading to the upper floor of the inn, the stranger let his cloak open and drop to the floor.  Underneth he wore a tanned leather vest and black cloth trousers.  Belted to his waist was an obsidian blade with a bone handle.

 

Reaching the top floor the traveller limped to the third door and tapped his fingertips lightly on the door.  After a moment the door opened.  The man inside was thin with an angular face and pale skin. "You're late." he said.

 

"Ambushed on the way back.  They killed everyone but me."  the traveller replied, stepping into the warm room.

 

Closing the door, the pale man slid a bolt across the a solid clank.  Sitting in a heavy oak chair, the traveller looked around.  The room had stone walls and floor.  A fire crackled in the fireplace, filling the room with dancing light and shadows.  A large bed was against one wall while a table with a burning candle was against another.

 

"I've got a bath ready for you in next room, but first you're going to tell me what happened." the pale man said as he seated himself in another chair by the fire.

 

"Later."  the traveller said.  "All I want right now is to soak in a warm bath and sleep in a soft bed for a week."

"No! Now Alon!  Things haven't been going well here.  Bartson, Xaneth and Forage are dead.  We can't let this continue.  The spiked have taken out some of our more powerful allomancers."

"You didn't think they would go without a fight did you?"

"Of course not.  But we can't let them find out what we've been hiding."

"Don't worry old friend.  The 'item' is safe.  Your 'friend' has taken it with him."

"I still want to hear what happened on your trip no matter how small."

"Very well."  the traveller said with resignation.

 

 

 

Outside the solitary window, a figure huddled against the rain and wind, listening to the tale being told inside.  I have found you at last.

[18th Shard he/him]

Do not kill like this again, the voice of Xaneth whispered in their ears. Hello from Kelsier.

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Gamut was still shocked. Not only was he too late to the lynching, but the Villagers had lost their momentum and had ended up killing one of their own. He mourned for Xaneth, but he wouldn't let his guilt cripple him. The villager of Blackwater still needed a hero. Maybe Gamut wasn't the Hero the town had deserved, but he would still do his best he could.

I have failed you...

Gamut looked again at the words he was writing in his journal, and knew the sentence to be true. He had initially panicked when he had returned from rushing out to the lynching earlier to find some of the pages from his journal missing, but he knew it was probably for the best at this point. He had been working so hard, and had yet to come up with anything solid. With a resigned sigh, Gamut continued writing.

If you are reading this, then I have failed you. I am dead. I plan these messages, knowing calamity might strike me at any moment, I had hoped I would find some secrets that may be of use, should I fall to the Spiked's scheming, and yet, I have nothing. I do not know how to stop them.

Gamut put his quill down and looked again at what he had written. As he was writing it, the prospect of his death didn't seem as tragic to him as he assumed it would be. Maybe it would be better, that way? Not having to listen to the Spiked's whispers, their constant lies, trying to influence and corrupt them. Yes, death would be much easier.

No!

The village needed him. He was a symbol of hope. A beacon of defiance, spitting in the eye of trepidation and the forces of Ruin.

"I will survive." Gamut promised, standing up and leaving the farewell letter half-finished.

He turned and strolled to the open window on the other side of the room, tendrils of mist creeping inside and pooling on the floor, and downed a vial or Iron. There was work to do tonight. And Gamut wasn't giving up without a fight.
 

[Dalinar he/him]

Arst watched everybody who passed. He'd taken to the shadows, keeping his sword with him. If another murder was attempted that night... He would keep them alive. He had to. His eyes were dark from lack of sleep, but he was more lucid then he would have liked. He was no tineye, but he still heard every sound, watched every figure.

Not tonight.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

Sounds like the Soother and Rioter were both Targeting Gamma. So, Should we Discuss at all tonight, or wait till after the Spiked Strike?

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Maw sat in his house despondently. Not again. Death always seems to come to those near me. Why? Why must evil always infiltrate a life? Why can't it leave me alone without Ruining my life time and time again? After decoding the last Tineye's message, Maw was exhausted. He had learned much in his previous life as a bookbinder in Luthadel, including how to decipher simple languages, among a plethora of other useful things. The strange writings had left him drained along with the death of Xaneth. Maw felt horrible for voting to kill the man.

Five years ago

Maw hated the feeling he got when he stole. He didn't know what else to do. The man, who had said to call him Nahn, ordered it and Maw knew that he wouldn't hesitate to kill Syli and little Fanno. He tried to keep himself busy with his work when the codes didn't come. He needed something to distract him from the robbing of others' lives. He became sullen and withdrawn, even from Syli.

Edited March 17, 2014 by Mailliw73

[el_warko he/him]

Wark wept, another person was dead and he had a hand in it. He drank and remembered.

 

Five years ago:

 

The house was light and Wark could hear the girl's squealing in excitement, they had just got a new dog, which they had named Baldrick.

"Maggie, gurls, boys, Oi'm home, 'ose got a kiss feh dada?"

 

The twins came screaming into teh room, "Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada. It's my dada, no it's my dada"

 

"Oi'm both yeh dada's little ones. Now where are yeh brothers?"

 

Maggie came into the lounge from the kitchen, drying her hands on a tea towel.

 

"They went into work, they were feeling better."

 

Warks face lost all colour.

 

"Wark, whats wrong?" Maggie asked.

 

"Oi 'ave teh go, now."

 

The girls started crying, "But Dada just got home"

 

Wark sprinted out of the house and down the lane. He heard a terrible bang smoked billowed into the sky. He kept running. He heard cries of anguish and pain. He kept running. He saw the devastation. He kept running.

 

"Help Da, help"

 

He saw his boys trapped. He kept running.

 

The secondary furnace blew.

 

He saw black.

Wark looked into the bottom of his cup.  Weakness, that was ll he was good for.  Aways drunk, never thinking straight.  It stops he vowed to himsef.  Now.

 

He left the Lucher and went home and lay down. Baldrickcurled up beside him.  He didn't know whether he would survice the night, he didn;t deserve to, but if he did, he would be a changed man.