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twelfthrootoftwo

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  1. That was Elodin, wasn't it? He said as much in his death rattle. Hitting an artifabrian doesn't guarantee the item goes to a noble - I don't want to possibly redirect a kill to people I trust, so they're people in the suspicious/inactive categories. And Spies are informed who they actually targeted (I believe everyone is, as this was ow I found out my redirect had been redirected last cycle). I'm not 100% certain, but I expect that if the target didn't take a role action nothing would happen. I've been targeting people who I was slightly suspicious or unsure about, as they are more likely to be making the GB kill than strongly suspicious people. DC was because I knew he had plate and would survive being hit.
  2. Now this is interesting, because I also have reason to be suspicious of Lopen. I'm Wilson's Soulcaster contact, who redirected Orlok's item creation N2. This was the reason for trusting her that I referenced last cycle. Now, I imagine not explicitly stating my reasons hinted at the connection, but it wasn't clear. Lopen was the only player who pressed me for my reason - in fact he requested a PM from a spanreed holder during the night specifically to ask that question. It read like he was fishing for more information to figure out whether I had the soulcaster or not. I also think the GBs had guessed I have the Soulcaster (or maybe a Shardblade) because my 1A action was redirected last night cycle. On its own, not particularly substantial. But having heard about the Soulcaster, I think it's worth bringing into the open. My redirects (all targeting role actions): Joe -> Macen Orlok -> Trelagist Kas -> yafeshan Mark -> DC BUT I was targeted by a Soulcaster so this became Wilson -> DC Lopen, who did you target with your Soulcasts? Incidentally, since someone will probably ask this: I decided not to redirect actions to target themselves because the chances of hitting a Noble Artifabrian or Spy are much higher than finding the GB making the kill. Spies in particular are crippled by a self-redirect. Using the Soulcaster in this way was always a balance between harming the GBs and harming the Nobles, and this is where I think the line falls.
  3. At the time, because I had reasonably good evidence from PMs (which I will not go into) that Wilson is a villager, and had nothing similar for you. Now that you've laid out your reasons, it appears most of your suspicion of Wilson is based on what I would consider her normal playstyle, and I still have that reasonably good evidence. Overall you're definitely the better choice for the lynch.
  4. Well, I didn't expect to be saying this, but: thanks, GBs Elodin redirected Orlok's action to himself N1 if I recall correctly, so Wilson's spanreed definitely didn't come from him. If we were trying to find Orlok's other item, I would still say that was worthwhile. (EB and Spy information can be used to vet the claims to an extent.) I find the phrasing of that second sentence interesting (read: suspicious), though. DC
  5. If a "Role action" is what it sounds like, I disagree, but a quote from Elodin trumps any point to be made While I was wary of Wilson at the start of this whole thing with DC, overall it seems like DC has deliberately misrepresented some of the things that happened in that PM. Main examples (namely, things that stuck out to me in the two pages of stuff that's happened): Best interpretation is that there was no threat Wilson claims to have proposed said plan; the wording here implies DC did. The first one is consistent with DC's fake-suspicion-see-what-happens tactic. The second one, to the thread in response to an issue under debate, isn't. This seems plausible. An alternative explanation is that Elodin wasn't informed of the results of his action. It's certainly itneresting that Elodin added that 'attempted' qualifier, but on the other hand, based on the rest of the message, I think he might have tried to pass on more information if he had any. Maill, if you die, are you given the results of your actions that night before you submit your death rattle? Also, what is a role action (for the purposes of soulcasters)?
  6. I suspect that was intended to say "Wilson knew about soulcaster" and "N1 I redirected Orloks role action", as that makes more sense and the syntax matches "last night I attempted to redirect DCs". Why do you say that? Elodin's death cry only said he redirected Orlok's action, not who he directed it to. I think the item creation cooldown could conceivably explain this. The GBs stand to gain more from their kills if they can target people with roles and valuable items. If they spend a turn or two creating information-gathering items, eg a spanreed or an emotion bracelet, they might get more value out of the grandbow kill than the extra turn of a player being dead. Elbereth, I'm in contact with a spanreed holder who also claims to be in contact with you. Does this sound right? -- Also, general question to the group. You start with an emotion bracelet. Towards the end of the first cycle, you have a collection of vague suspicions, vague trusts, and people you're not sure about. Which group do you use the bracelet on?
  7. My thoughts: DC's heir declaration: I can understand wanting to do this during the day but I don't think doing so early in the cycle is strategically sound as it removes any threat from DC's voice. DC doesn't usually participate in thread much, though, so I guess it's a win in that he got jumped on for it? Kills: Three kill actions is unlikely for the GBs; two is definitely possible. I'm not aware of any trophy-hunting around HS, which means Phatt's inactivity is the most probable reason one of them was killed by the village. This is in line with the reasoning that the GBs wouldn't start with half of their bonus win condition. Araris only made one post, in which he wanted to lynch D1 and called out LUNA and Kynedath. Nothing here jumps out at me as a reason for him to be killed. I haven't yet been over HS's posts to see if there was anything of interest.
  8. PMs are indeed super useful. And looking at it from another perspective, if we were to decide that painrials are far and away the best item an artifabrian can make and they should be doing that immediately, it makes it really easy for the GBs to plan around - they can expect a lot of protection on night 2. This way they're not sure. There may not have been any spanreeds to start with. I can imagine Maill doing this, as spanreeds were crucial to the outcome of LG5 in multiple ways.
  9. Sure, but they're better than nothing, and they provide an immediate and obvious benefit. Grandbows and Pain Knives are more likely to disrupt village efforts than help at this stage. Half-shards are only useful if the eliminators/a vigilante have a shardblade. Reversers aren't going to be particularly useful either (for the same reasons we normally request village vote manips not to use their powers early on). Alerters and emotion bracelets are the other useful ones early on. To be fair, you've completely ignored the entire pacific war in that depiction.
  10. Suggestion: I think the artifabrians should focus on painrials and spanreeds for the moment, until we have enough information to formulate a more thorough plan. Painrials because protection early is helpful for the village almost every time (and half shards don't protect from GB attacks), and spanreeds because there are a lot of players that use PMs to great effect. Generally giving out these items is much more likely to help the village than the GBs. StrawMan had a reverser; he could have used that to try and save himself. I don't know why he'd target LUNA's vote and not one of the ones on him though.
  11. We have to start somewhere, and RNG is as good a place as, say, RP in that sense. My concern is that it may not have actually been an RNG, since the only other valid vote that had been cast was on the same person. That said, it's a weird move for an eliminator - generally you'd only make a stick-out vote if it's probably going to kill the person, but this was really early in the cycle when it wasn't likely to do anything. Uh...Lopen. That was a throwaway post. Have anything more to say?
  12. Cycle 3: Food, Glorious Food Zinjuli stumbled into camp that night, nearly delirious from walking so much more than he was used to. “I’m here!” he gasped. “Here, here, I didn’t leave, I didn’t run off, I’m here...” Tindomë rose to her feet just in time to catch him as he fell. She lowered him gently to the ground, checking his health. “He’ll be alright,” she pronounced finally. “Weak, probably, for a while. Here, Clanky, you look after him. You can recover together.” Clanky glared at her, but she didn’t back down. If he decided to do something stupid, he had to deal with the consequences. In this case, babysitting. The campfire that night was quiet. Everyone was quieted by the prospect of traitors. Many of them had known Asmode for years, and now she was dead. Not of an avalanche, or starving to death in the snow, as they’d all imagined their deaths. No, she’d died to a knife in the back. One of their own. Kholwa shivered, then sneezed. He glared at the mushroom sitting next to him. “Oy, quite spreading your polleny stuff, will you? I think I’m allergic.” The mushrom just continued staring at the fire. “What if it’s poison?” said a voice. No one could quite tell who it was. “What if the mushroom is slowly poisoning us with its spores?” Everyone stared at the germinating mushroom. The idea probably wasn’t true... But what if it was? What if the fungus was slwoly and inexorably killing them? What if it was poisonous? “Look at him, he’s not even denying it.” “He is poisoning us!” “He’s trying to weaken us slowly, until Alendi’s all on his own.” “Well, we won’t stand for that, will we?” “That’s not right.” “He’s trying to kill us!” Everyone started for the mushroom at once, pushing him violently into the fire. He exploded in a last puff of spores, burning brightly and with a weird greenish fire. Everyone scrambled back, away from the campfire, many coughing from the thick smoke. After several minutes, the smoke dissipated, and those who hadn’t just given up and gone to bed came back to the campfire. All that was left of the mushroom was a black husk and the lingering scent of cooked mushroom. Misan was woken early in the morning, long before even the predawn light would appear. But he wasn’t woken by a noise. He woke to a scent. He lay in his sleeping roll, unmoving, trying to figure out why in the Hero’s name he was smelling freshly cooked chicken. On a guiding trip. What? His mouth opened involuntarily, and he inhaled on reflex. And then he truly smelled it, closing his eyes to enjoy the smell all the better. Chicken, yes. But more than that. The same juicy, golden smell, but there were other things, too, mixed in. Memories of warm summer nights with friends and family, of nourishment at the end of a bloody day of battle, of hunger and relief, and hunger again. The memories absorbed him until he took another breath. Then they faded, and were replaced by something more fundamental. Hunger. Overpowering, insatiable, ravenous hunger. Yet at the same time, it was paralyzing. He craved to tear the chicken to pieces, to eat it in a single gulp... Or perhaps slowly and painstakingly, savoring every mouthful. But he couldn’t move a muscle! He salivated. Maybe he drooled. He wasn’t sure, and didn’t really care. The hunger was overpowering now, removing his ability to think coherently. He inhaled again, wishing for just one taste of that glorious smell. And there it was: A single, sizzling droplet, landing squarely on the tip of his tongue and blossoming outward. The taste overwhelmed him completely, and in that moment he didn’t care about anything else in the world. Not the cold, not the hunger, nothing. Not even the blade ever so gently slitting his throat. He smiled as he died, wholly satisfied in the knowledge that nothing else could ever be as wonderful again. ThatTinyStrawMan was left behind! Mailliw has died! He was a Loyal Terrisman! Kynedath has caught up to the group! Vote count: ThatTinyStrawMan (2): Yafeshan, Bugsy Phattemer (1): Paranoid King Yafeshan (1): TheMightyLopen Master Elodin (1): Mailliw Cycle 3 has begun! It will end in 48 hours.
  13. I can offer 'Taln's' Eyes, which will let you notice things others might miss. Make sure you announce it here when the game/s start, so we can all spectate
  14. There were only nine others left, and tension hung heavy in the air. All their efforts so far had been in vain. All the dead had been trappers loyal to the Pantheon. Some part of Dawn had always doubted her plan, but right now every one of the deaths seemed to land squarely at her feet. These gatherings had only weakened her allies; the trappers would have fared better with the jungle as their weapon, rather than words. Link was vocal, in his own way. Instead of a machete, he had a long, double-edged sword, and he gestured with it and his free hand. But Lewis was unimpressed with the weapon's constant threat, and Teldus seemed to agree. Link's blade eventually stopped, pointed at Last of the Equinox. Fear flashed across the boy's face, but a moment later it was replaced with a scowl. "You threatening me? 'Cos I'm a master of the jungle, and you're about to find out what that means." The threat sounded odd, coming from soneone so young. First of the Twilight stepped up to them. "Listen. Neither of you are fools, and these arguments that set us all against each other create more problems than they solve. You both suspect First of the Star. Might he be a better target?" There was a long pause, neither Link nor Equinox wanting to back down. Then Equinox sighed. "You're right. Star would make a better choice." Link turned his gaze to regard Star as well. Others joined in. "What do you have to say?" called Avis. "I..." Star looked around at eight angry faces, all trained on him. He swallowed. "...nothing." With that, their decision was made. ----- The day's last light was filtering through the canopy. This day's work had taken far too long. Last of the Equinox, finished his search, climbed to his feet slowly. He shook his head. "Nothing." The trappers seemed to groan collectively, and worry twisted into anger in Dawn's stomach. How many more chances would they have? The week had been fruitless, one failure after the other. Her frustration, suddenly refusing to be ignored, roared into her thoughts. She struck out at a nearby tree with her staff and yelled as polished wood met tough bark. Out in the jungle, something answered. The trappers collectively balked. Then, spurred by sudden danger, they scattered. Dawn watched, transfixed. In his panic, Avis stumbled into a patch of hungry mud. One leg had sunk in up to his knee when Rain ran past her with a pointed look. She shook off the stupor with difficulty, and caught Jay's foot with one hand so he couldn't take off during their flight. Rain set the fastest pace he could, made difficult by the day's failing light. More calls sounded behind them, and Dawn struggled to ignore them and track Rain's footfalls. There was no sense escaping the predators to be caught by the jungle's smaller dangers. After a time, the calls became distant. They were still regular, aounding every few seconds. Rain slowed his pace. "They must have caught the trail of one of the others," she said, gasping for breath. Rain didn't reply, just watching the ground in front. "What were they?" "Nightmaws," he replied. "We should not have stayed this late." Dawn forced herself to breathe more deeply. The immediate danger had passed; adrenaline, once an ally, was now a liability. She released Jay's foot, and he hopped onto her shoulder. They would have to search for survivors tomorrow. ---- An arm had been flung several metres from the patch of mud Avis had stumbled into. Nothing else remained to show his passing. The same couldn't be said of Lewis; his remains were strung out over a much greater distance. Splintered bone and the occasional strip of shredded flesh spoke to the nightmaws' power. The others were accounted for, though, and that left Dawn cold. She searched among his remains, somehow oblivious to their horror. There. Raged cloth, stained with blood. She picked it up. The edges were torn roughly from the nightmaw's attack. Except for one, which sliced unnaturally straight. The beasts hadn't struck the first blow. The realisation felt cold, ice prickling up her spine. It was ruthlessly efficient. Kill Lewis, and leave his corpse to the nightmaws to keep them off your own trail. With a start, Dawn realised the cold sensation was also wet. She turned, and pain abruptly lanced through her chest. Her vision swam - was that... "I'm sorry, sister." ----- First of the Star (TheSilverDragon) was lynched! They were a Regular Trapper! Lewis (Paranoid King) was killed by the Traders! He was an Influential Trapper with Mind Force and Beautiful Aviar! Avis (Hellscythe) was as careless as the island is dangerous! He was a Hidden Trapper with Power Sense and Beautiful Aviar! The Northern Interests Trading Company has won! Congratulations to Teldus, Saludan, First of the Twilight and Last of the Equinox. Amaji has become a new base of operations in the Pantheon. Link, the only surviving Trapper with Aviar, has won a bonus victory, though he's rather envious of Last of the Equinox's four Aviar. Master Sheet Trader Camp The Ones Above Clanky (1): Paranoid King TheSilverDragon (7): Elbereth, Clanky, Hellscythe, Lopen, Adavantos, Water, Kynedath I'll post my thoughts on the game sometime tomorrow.
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