Renegade

Aftermath - Broken Sky The remaining townsfolk had gathered outside of the Eye of the Storm, looking into… well, the eye of a storm. A storm so terrible and full of hatred that it made the townsfolk tremble in fear. Red lightning, seeming a bit like giant spren, rained down upon the ocean. The Everstorm was drawing close. “How far is it?” Faisan asked, the strong wind whipping his tunic about him. “Not far,” Reginar guessed. “I’d say that we only have fifteen minutes.” “Fifteen minutes?” Madame Quismet repeated in horror. Reginar nodded, smiling wanly. “It was a valiant battle,” he sighed. “But we have no means of escape. None of us can access the far realm of the spren, Shadesmar, and we don’t have an Oathgate we can use to just whisk ourselves away. Our best hope is to find the strongest shelter we have and hide until the storm is gone.” “Fools,” Gart spat. “Metam was right, yet you discarded him as an insane man. Odium meant to separate us; to get you all focused on the Skybreakers that you wouldn’t pay any attention to the warnings.” “Wait a minute,” Wurum said, narrowing his eyes at Gart. “You were the man in white. The one who attacked me!” Gart nodded. “And it was a grave mistake. All of us, even Metam, focused on the rivalry between our orders, rather than trying to figure out a way to survive the storm that approaches us now.” “No!” Reginar shouted. “STORMFATHER!!! Why did you trick us?” THIS TRICK WAS NOT MINE, LITTLE RADIANT. INDEED, I TRIED MY BEST TO SAVE YOU ALL. HOWEVER, THERE IS STILL HOPE, BONDSMITH. PROTECT THESE MORTALS. TAKE THEM TO URITHIRU. THERE, THEY WILL LEARN TO BECOME GREAT WARRIORS. ONES CAPABLE OF STOPPING A DESOLATION. “Bondsmith?” Wurum asked, turning to Reginar. Reginar nodded. “It’s what I was put on Roshar for. Leading people. And today, we will do what the Stormfather says. We will find a way to reach Urithiru.” “And survive that?” Aladdin asked, pointing at the approaching storm. Reginar nodded. “We still have a chance. Aladdin, you’re a Windrunner, correct?” Aladdin blinked. “Y-yes…” “You and Wurum fly above and scout the area. Find a safe place for us to wait out the storm. Famed Gamin, heal any of the injured here; it’s likely that several have been wounded from the Midnight Essence.” “And what will you do, Reginar?” Wurum asked, sucking in some Stormlight. Reginar frowned. “I will go and see this Everstorm close up, to see what secrets I might be able to discover from it. Do not worry; I shall be back here in less than five minutes.” “As will we,” Wurum replied, Lashing himself up into the night sky. Aladdin followed closely behind him. Reginar left the crowd of people outside the Eye of the Storm, taking off down the street, towards the giant, foreboding storm that hung in the sky. The Everstorm. He breathed in some Stormlight from a few spheres in his pocket, giving his legs an extra boost of energy. He wasn’t a Windrunner or Skybreaker, unfortunately. He could not just Lash himself down the street and reach his destination in a matter of second. No, he had to do it the old-fashioned way. Reginar reached the end of the dirt street, where it gave way into an open beach. Vicious waves washed onto the shore, and a strong wind blew Reginar’s hair. He looked up into the heart of the Everstorm. It was massive. It was terrifying. Reginar took a step back from the quickly approaching storm, only to find a Shardblade appear at his neck. “A shame, isn’t it?” Gart said from behind him. “We didn’t manage to kill a single one of you Radiants. And now, look what’s begun. Another Desolation. I don’t care if it’s already started; I will stop this Desolation. Even if it means killing all of the Radiants myself.” Reginar nodded. He had expected Gart to follow him. In fact, that's exactly why he had left by himself. “And so it shall be.” Reginar kicked out backwards with all the might his Stormlight-enhanced legs gave him, knocking Gart back a good ten feet. Gart hit the ground behind him, ribs cracking. “Oh, you think that’s enough to stop a Skybreaker?” Gart cackled, his ribs healing with Stormlight. The wind picked up even more, whistling in the night. “You don’t even have a Shardblade, do you?” Gart asked. “One of the problems with being bonded to the Stormfather. Along with him being completely useless and unhelpful, of course.” YOU DARE INSULT ME, PUNY RADIANT? The Stormfather rumbled. Gart only half-listened. “You’re doomed,” he spoke. “I can fly above this storm and escape it. You cannot. All I need is time.” “Then I’ll make sure not to give you any.” Reginar whipped out a dagger, put a Full Lashing on it, and threw it at Gart. Gart simply Lashed himself to the side, avoiding the dagger. “Seriously?” Gart asked. “How did the Stormfather even choose you, with such poor fighting skills such as that?” “One does not need to be a warrior to be a Radiant,” Reginar said. With that, he put his palms out towards Gart, and shot a bolt of Stormlight at Gart. The Stormlight struck his feet, sticking them to the sand with a Full Lashing. “How did you-?” Reginar walked up to Gart. “I’m sorry that I have to do this,” he sighed. “But I cannot afford to have traitors like you come along with us to Urithiru.” With that, Reginar picked up the dagger he had thrown and stabbed it directly into Gart’s chest. Gart died, still standing, his feet still Lashed down to the sand below. Reginar retrieved his dagger and hurried off towards the Eye of the Storm. The Everstorm would be coming any minute now. He had to hope that the Windrunners had found a safe haven for them to stay. When Reginar reached the Eye of the Storm, he discovered that the townsfolk had already left, walking down one of the side streets. Sucking in some extra Stormlight, Reginar followed them. “I hope Reginar gets here soon…” Wurum muttered, leading the crowd of people through Telmont’s twisting streets. “Here I am!” Reginar smiled, coming to the front of the crowd. “Ah, thank the Almighty,” Wurum sighed. “We managed to find an inn near the town square, that—” “Wait,” Reginar interrupted, “an inn? We’re supposed to be saving these people, not getting them drunk!” “Most of them already are,” Wurum said, gesturing towards Famed Gamin, who was walking with an odd gait. “But this inn, as we found out, has a super-strong cellar, with thick metal walls protecting its contents.” “A metal-walled cellar?” Reginar asked, confused. “Who the storms would design something such as that?” Wurum shrugged. “We’re almost there, anyways.” Reginar looked at the sky. “So is the storm. Let’s hurry up!” -------------------------------- “That’s the last of ‘em!” Famed Gamin shouted, locking the large metal door to the cellar. The townsfolk were all in the cellar, piled up atop one another, squeezed into the corners. Luckily, the cellar was far larger than Reginar had anticipated, so everyone did manage to fit. “Good work,” Reginar nodded, huddled in the corner. The four lamps of Stormlight in the cellar flickered blue light onto the ceiling. It was certainly eerie. “And now,” he announced with finality, “we wait until the storm passes. And then, we march to Urithiru. We will survive this. I can guarantee it. We just need to stand united." He nodded to everyone in the cellar. "May Ishar's luck shine upon us all.” -------------------------------- The Villagers won! (With a flawless record, if I may add; don’t expect that to occur again anytime soon. ) But good game to everyone! Google Docs Windrunner Doc Skybreaker Doc Squire Doc Dead Doc Master Table Speculation Doc Anyhow, I’ll be putting a post-game analysis together tomorrow, since this game needs a lot of analyzing. Edit: Added the Speculation Doc. Please note that there's not much actual speculating in there.

Well, just like milk carton labels or old coupons say: "Your time has expired!" The write-up, as well as your inevitable doom, is forthcoming.

Well, you know the drill; one hour left, final opportunities closing, Desolation about to wipe out the town's population, yada yada yada...

The Desolation has no effect on gameplay. It does, however, help contribute to the foreboding atmosphere I'm trying to play up. Unfortunately, as you've had a streak of three successful lynches, this "foreboding atmosphere" thing isn't working out too well. I guess it is foreboding for the Skybreakers, though. Then again, the element of foreboding can technically be described as the clash between modern society and philosophical imbalances resulting in the untimely death of mutated triangular atomic structures inside of ice cubes. Blah blah, blah, blah... Also, the above is mostly gibberish, really. The gist is, while dark and moody, the Desolation does not affect gameplay.

Day 5 - Desolated It was the day the world was supposed to the end. The day the Desolation was to begin. Reginar frowned, breathing in the air outside of the Eye of the Storm. While it was overcast, it certainly didn’t seem like it. The doomsayer was wrong, as he had suspected. Storms curse that man. Reginar opened the tavern’s door and walked in once again, to see what the villagers were up to. The tavern was in a clamor. “Aladdin!” Rulit shouted. “While the man, Metam, may have been a storming Skybreaker, he was correct on one account: You’ve not defended yourself from any arguments.” He crossed his arms. “Why don’t you do so now?” “Agreeing with a Skybreaker?” Wurum snorted. “That seems awfully suspicious, if you ask me.” “Yeah,” Mallaw nodded. “Why—?” “I just want to hear the urchin speak,” Rulit said, trying to maintain his cool. “Perhaps his account of the situation will give us a bit of valuable information.” “Why would I be a Skybreaker?” Aladdin asked, confused. “I was the one who figured out Metam was a Skybreaker.” “I can’t say I completely agree with that,” Rulit frowned, crossing his arms. “Well…” Aladdin said, looking around. “Naihar! He’s been awfully silent lately. Plus, he defended Metam.” Naihar sighed, looking up from the letter he was writing. “I’m right here, no need to shout. The reason I defended Metam is that everyone was voting for him. Bandwagons, my friends, tend to help those who which to manipulate us.” He turned back to his writing. “Well, it turned out that the bandwagon was correct,” Aladdin noted. “But Mallaw, you’ve acted suspicious as well.” “So I have,” he grunted, taking a great swig from his drink. “I say that we lynch Rulit,” Tunnib spoke. “I received a message that sounds a lot like him, claiming to be Aladdin. Plus, I think we should kill someone!” A few of the others shrugged, including Reginar. “Well, I guess we don’t have a lot to go on, so… I’m sorry, Rulit.” Rulit’s eyes widened as he backed away. “Wait, what--?” He glared at them, furious. “Fools! Fools, the lot of you are! Metam was right, your bloodthirst will kill you all. You’re doomed! Doomed!” Rulit backed into the tavern’s corner, horrified. “Let’s get this over with!” Tunnib shouted, bringing out a dagger with glee. “Metam was my master, you know,” Rulit sighed, looking at the sea of faces before him, looking like the stormwall of a highstorm, about to hit him in full force. “Wait, really?” Wurum asked. “We got another one of them?” “I’m no Skybreaker,” Rulit explained, “but I was Metam’s henchman. And after you brutes killed him…” Rulit shook his head. “Go ahead, kill me. I’ll do nothing to stop you. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going to die either way.” “You’re so convinced that this ‘Desolation’ is coming,” Twlv said, chuckling. IT ALREADY HAS. A rumbling voice boomed. AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT. I AM SORRY. “Oh storms no,” Reginar whispered, but nobody heard him. The villagers looked up, trying to discern the source of the sound. Suddenly, they were aware of another sound, a horrible wheezing sound, like a person trying to breathe through their hand, but much, much louder. “Did anyone hear that?” Kaladen blinked. Suddenly, a giant, slick, black thing burst through the wall next to Rulit, raising two thin, insect-like legs into the air. The beast, which had no eyes, clicked its razor-sharp teeth together. Then, it swiped out with one of its legs, knocking several of the tavern’s patrons backwards. “Stay back!” Rulit shouted, looking around for a weapon. He found a pair of kitchen knives laying on a countertop, on the other side of the beast. His years of experience as a soldier kicked in, and he dashed and skidded beneath the spindly beast, grabbing the knives. Nearby, Wurum had summoned his Shardblade, and was running in towards the beast, a Basic Lashing forward assisting him. “No!” Rulit shouted as Wurum ran in. The beast kicked out with one of its legs, striking Wurum in the chest. The beast, obviously sensing Wurum as the greatest threat, ran in towards him. Rulit, looking between the beast and Wurum, rushed in, intercepting the beast and swiping at it with one of the knives. “What are you doing, storming man?” Wurum asked, groaning from the injury he had sustained. “Saving your storming skin!” Rulit replied, facing the beast. “Honestly, I should think that you’d know better than to charge the Midnight Essence like that.” “What—why are you helping me?” Wurum asked, confused. “You’re with them.” The Midnight Essence took a stab at Rulit, but he quickly rolled to the side, dodging the attack. “Look,” he said, taking a step back, sizing up the monster, “we may be supporting opposing Orders, but we’re up against something greater here. Far greater. If you can’t realize that, I don’t know why you’re a Radiant in the first place.” “But… but…” Wurum shook his head, waiting for the stormlight to fully heal his wound. Better not question it, he thought. I mean, enough strange things have already happened in the past few days… like that beastly thing. Rulit was amazing, as it turned out. He backpedaled, leading the Midnight Essence away from the others. And then, when the Essence was in mid-stride, he stuck at the beast’s legs, putting all of his force into his knives. The leg that he attacked severed, billows of black smoke bursting through the seam. Rulit exited the Eye of the Storm, and the Essence predictably followed him. I must protect them, he though. But why? Rulit shook those thoughts away. There was a more important enemy in their midst. Outside, it had begun pouring down. Rulit looked eastward, towards the coast. His eyes widened. Oh storms, he cursed. Indeed, it was a storm. But it was a malevolent, red one, unlike any he had seen before. Like a highstorm, but far worse. The Midnight Essence took advantage of the distraction and struck at Rulit. Rulit ducked, tumbling underneath the beast, and sliced a pair of gashes across the bottom of the creature. Smoke bled out. The creature clicked its mandibles together, lunging in at Rulit. Rulit jumped backwards, but the spindly leg caught him in the side. Rulit grunted, ignoring the pain. He’d been taught to do that, back in his training as a soldier. Such a long time ago… Rulit stared at the Essence’s mandibles. They were the weak spot, weren’t they? Yes, he remembered that. Wurum burst out of the Eye of the Storm, watching Rulit fight the Midnight Essence. Wurum was amazed. Rulit gave off no glow; he was a mortal man fighting a gigantic beast. And he was completely unafraid, it seemed. Rulit looked over at Wurum. “A little help would be nice,” Rulit grumbled. “Aim for its mouth.” Wurum nodded, Lashing himself upwards. As he did so, the Essence swung out at him, knocking him back towards the tavern. Wurum shrugged off the attack, Lashing himself forwards, towards the monster. As the Essence swung, Wurum sliced off one of its limbs. Black, terrible, smoke bled out. The Essence suddenly lurched to the side, running on its four remaining legs down the street. Towards that storm. Wurum followed, but the Essence was prepared. It quickly raised one of its limbs, stabbing Wurum in the side. Storms, not again, Wurum scowled, falling to the ground. While the Essence was preoccupied with Wurum, Rulit charged in, slicing off a third limb with skill and expertise. The Essence, aware of Rulit’s presence, stabbed one of its legs directly at Rulit’s heart. Rulit fell to the ground, crimson blood pooling out. Wurum, stormlight healing the wound he just received, looked over at Rulit. He saved me, yet he was my enemy. Wurum stood up. Why? The Midnight Essence ran at Wurum, but with only three legs left, it was horribly off-balance. Wurum sliced off one of its legs with his Shardblade, and the Essence toppled over onto its side. Wurum walked up to the creature’s razor-like mandibles. “It is finished,” Wurum sighed, plunging his Shardblade into the beast’s mouth. The Essence began to deflate, a horrible hissing sound emanating from the creature’s mouth, until it became nothing more than a large pile of black skin on the street. Wurum’s Shardblade formed into Heran. “The Desolation!” she shouted. “It has arrived!” Wurum frowned. “So it is true?” Heran nodded, pointing at the red, swirling vortex along the horizon. Wurum hadn’t noticed it until now. “Oh, that cannot be good…” -------------------------------------------- Rulit (3): Wurum, Mallaw, Tunnib, Naihar Jain (2): Serji, Famed Gamin Quismet (1): Twlv Mallaw (1): Aladdin Aladdin (1): Gart Tahrin Resten (1) Lyce (1) Faisan (1) No Vote: Jain, Kaladen, Madame Quismet, Rulit, Faisan, Tahrin Resten, Lyce Day 4 has begun! The cycle will end in 48 hours. Wurum was attacked (again)! (No, he was not actually saved by Rulit, but that would be amusing. That was just for RP.) Rulit was a Henchman! Player List Okay, so while you villagers may all still be alive and well, the Desolation has come. Not much of a tradeoff, if I’m honest.

And so the cycle endeth... I was hoping for some last-minute horseplay, but apparently that's not going to happen this cycle. A pity. Anyway, this thread is now locked *hint, hint* and the write-up will come at some point. Probably not immediately, as I haven't finished it yet. But it will come. (Just like the Desolation...)

Alright, new ruling: You CANNOT copy/paste messages you've received, from this point forward. Just realized a potential flaw/exploit with that, which could end up Ruining the game. Sorry about that. Anyhow, 4 hours remaining. (Also, this has nothing to do with the PMs sent so far, so don't try to look too deeply into this.)

Alright, just so you know, since there's a lot of messaging shenanigans going around, you can copy and paste messages you've received. Also, there's less than 32 hours left.

Day 4 - Radiant Glory Reginar wasn’t too late this time. He strode into the Eye of the Storm again, a stern look across his face. Everyone had shown up today, finally. Reginar managed a smile. At least they had finally decided what was most important. Reginar ignored that, however, and focused on the discussion. “Weren’t those Skybreakers supposed to be able to kill people?” Aladdin asked, confused. “If there are two of them, what happened with the second one?” “Hmm, that’s a good point,” Serji nodded. “And I recall that Metam said he was going to vote against you yesterday, but he never showed up for the vote. Coincidence?” Metam looked at the others, aghast. “It wasn’t fair! Somebody Lashed me to the top of a pole last night, and I couldn’t get back down until the Lashing wore off! Storming unfair, especially with the END OF THE WORLD COMING IN ONE DAY!!!” He gestured dramatically over to the wall again, where there was yet another message. “One day remains,” the message read. “Then Odium shall reign, and the Voidbringers of old shall arrive. You will not survive. And I’m sorry.” Tunnib harrumphed. “I still think that’s a hoax. And the lack of a second kill makes me think Metam was the second Skybreaker.” “It’s not me!” Metam shouted. Those nearest him lurched back, frightened by his vehemence. “I became a Squire last night. I can prove it.” Metam inhaled, draining the Stormlight out of Famed Gamin’s spheres, to Gamin’s disappointment. Metam began to glow. “That proves nothing,” Wurum scowled, his arms crossed. “Oh yeah?” Metam asked. “And how exactly did you heal so quickly from that fight last night? I hear that you took quite a blow to the back.” “Why yes, I did,” Wurum said, his voice cold. “I’m a Windrunner. And, unlike you, I can prove it.” Wurum lunged at Metam, clenching his arm, and shoved it onto a nearby table. When Wurum let go, Metam’s arm remained there, bound by a pool of Stormlight. “Only a Windrunner or Bondsmith can do that,” Wurum explained. “And I know that you aren’t either of those orders.” Metam glared at Wurum. “You want to kill me, then? Fine. Just realize that if you do kill me, you will be doomed. The Desolation will come.” “I don’t think so,” Reginar countered, walking over to Metam. “Not yet, at least.” “What do you mean?” Metam asked, frowning. Reginar pointed over to the writing on the wall. “I came in here earlier this morning, and waited, to see who would show up. The only person who came was you. I know you’re not a Truthwatcher; I saw you Lash yourself upwards and fly off after you wrote your little message.” Reginar chuckled. “It was a clever ruse, Metam. You tried to get us focused on the upcoming Desolation, rather than trying to find you. Unfortunately for you, we figured it all out too soon.” Metam glanced over at the message that he had written. “Fine,” he mumbled. “But you’ve made a huge mistake. With the return of the Radiants, a Desolation is certain to arrive. Maybe not yet, but soon. Very soon. You’ve doomed yourselves, you must realize it.” “Well, alright then,” Reginar sighed. “Let’s make this quick. Would you like to do the honors, Wurum?” Wurum smiled mischievously, a Shardblade appearing in his hands. “Gladly.” Metam, ignoring the Shardblade, laughed. “Bwahahaha! Oh, you think you can actually take on a Skybreaker, criminal? I honestly don’t know how the honorspren chose you, Wurum, out of all of the lowly people in this town. Your bond is weak. I know it. Unfortunately, I’m quite experienced.” “Your arm’s stuck to a table,” Famed Gamin noted. “Seems like you’re already off to a disadvantage.” “You!” Metam shouted. “Me!” Famed Gamin replied, grinning. “Don’t think we’re not onto you, Truthwatcher,” Metam scowled. “Yes, we figured it all out. How else could a man be able to speak of kingdoms that haven’t existed yet? We knew you could see the future the moment we saw you. Well, it’s a shame, because your future is about to be cut short.” A Shardblade appeared in Metam’s hands, and he sliced the table that his arm was stuck to, Lashing himself towards Famed Gamin. The two collided, and Metam Lashed himself back down. Wurum rushed towards Metam, but he had already succeeded in lopping one of Famed Gamin’s arms off. “Ha!” Famed Gamin laughed, breathing in Stormlight from one of the spheres he had pickpocketed. His arm began to regrow, a growing nub of light where his right arm just was. “That’s not the first time that’s happened, I can tell you that!” Metam raised his Shardblade for another blow, but Wurum came in, colliding with Metam and Lashing him to the wall several times. Before Metam could regain his senses, he had crashed through the wall of the Eye of the Storm at a vicious speed. Wurum Lashed himself through the opening as well. “It appears that you have underestimated me, Skybreaker,” Wurum said, landing on the ground next to Metam. Metam just chuckled insanely, and Lashed himself upwards, streaking off towards the white clouds in the midday sky. Wurum, checking his Stormlight reserves, breathed in some more Stormlight from a couple of spheres in his pocket, and followed. Metam continued flying, heading towards the ocean. What is that storming man up to? Wurum thought, frowning. He shook his head, continuing to chase Metam through the sky, past billowing clouds and laughing windspren. After reaching the shore, Metam continued flying, faster, dropping down a bit lower to the sea below. He’s getting away! Wurum thought. What will we do? Follow him! a feminine voice said in his mind. Faster! “But he’s a stronger surgebinder!” Wurum protested, Lashing himself towards Metam another time, gaining speed. He’s lying! the voice told him. You can take him! “Then why is he…” Wurum stopped, checking his Stormlight reserves. Oh no… Ignoring Metam, Wurum Lashed himself back towards the coast. Hopefully, he had enough Stormlight to get back to shore. Why didn’t you realize that was his plan? Wurum scolded himself. He released his Shardblade, and it took the form of a tiny female figure. She called herself Heran. “It’s not your fault,” Wurum’s spren sighed, gliding around him, enjoying the breeze. “The Skybreakers… they are not to be trusted.” “Tell me about it,” Wurum grumbled, looking towards the coast, which – from his orientation – was down. “They…” Heran cut off. “Wurum! Look up!” Wurum complied, seeing Metam burst through a cloud, a wicked grin on his face, barreling towards Wurum. How did he--? Heran quickly transformed into a shield, allowing Wurum to block Metam’s weight. Wurum continued flying towards the coast, with Metam directly alongside him. Metam attacked with his Shardblade, pounding against Metam’s shield. Heran reverted back into a sword, Wurum’s weapon of choice. The two flew towards the coast, exchanging strikes and parries. As soon as Wurum was above land, he Lashed himself downwards, with Metam closely following him. Before he hit the ground, Wurum Lashed himself partially upwards to slow the fall. Storms, he thought, I barely have any Stormlight left, Heran. Then find some spheres! Heran shouted in his mind. Metam struck, Lashing himself slightly upwards to give him extra height to his attack. Wurum parried and took off into an alleyway, searching for Stormlight. Metam, still with plenty of Stormlight raging in him, ran faster and took a swing at Wurum. Wurum ducked, instinctively using up his remaining Stormlight to increase his reaction speed and block the attack. Damnation! Wurum swore. Why didn’t I buy Naihar’s Miracle Stormlight? That could’ve been storming useful right now! Metam and Wurum ran into the town square. “There he is!” someone shouted. Metam turned, seeing a large mob of people glaring at him. Metam glared right back. "YOU'RE ALL FOOLS! I HAVE WARNED YOU ABOUT THE COMING DESOLATION AND INSTEAD OF TRYING TO STOP IT, YOU'VE EMBRACED IT WITH OPEN ARMS! THE STORMFATHER WAS RIGHT, YOU'RE ALL DOOMED AND YOU'VE DOOMED THE REST OF US WITH YOU!" Metam cackled madly. The mob, only enraged, advanced on Metam. "IN THE END, YOU WILL ALL LOOK BACK AT THIS TIME AND WISH YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME! THE FINAL DESOLATION COMES AND WITHOUT ME, YOU CANNOT STOP IT! SOON, YOUR NIGHTMARES WILL TAKE ON LIFE AND YOU WILL KNOW THAT I HAVE SPOKEN TRUTH! ENJOY YOUR HELLISH FUTURE! YOU HAVE CONDEMNED YOURSELVES!" As the mob approached, Metam Lashed himself into the air again. “Quickly!” Wurum shouted to the mob. “Give me your spheres! I have some glowing that needs to be done.” Several of the mob handed Wurum their spheres. Wurum held the spheres, breathing in their Stormlight, and Lashed himself upwards, a renewed vigor inside of him. Metam landed on a flat rooftop nearby, steadying his feet. Wurum landed behind him, his Shardblade ready to strike at that vile fiend. “You forget,” Metam chuckled, “that there is a surge that I have that you do not. Division.” Suddenly, the rooftop shook violently, and the roof below Wurum cracked and shattered, breaking into thousands of small fragments of stone. Wurum Lashed himself upwards, and the stone fragments, glowing with Stormlight, followed him. Wurum swung at the pieces of stone with his Shardblade, destroying great swathes of them. Metam quickly Lashed himself upwards, aiming his Shardblade at Wurum. Heran quickly formed into a shield, blocking the remaining stone chunks and Metam’s blade. Wurum ignored the stones, and formed Heran back into a sword, striking Metam with several brutal blows. Metam’s Shardblade formed into a shield to block the attacks, and then formed into a spear. Wurum Lashed himself slightly away from Metam as the two soared higher into the sky. Metam stabbed outwards with his spear, and Wurum Lashed to the left, dodging the attack. Wurum Lashed himself downwards, and Metam gave pursuit, his spear out in front of him. Wurum directed his Lashing, landing softly onto another rooftop, this one slanted. Wurum climbed to the top of the rooftop as Metam landed. “It’s finished, criminal,” Metam growled, his spear pointed at Wurum’s chest. Wurum smiled. “Unfortunately, you seem to have forgotten that there is a surge that I have that you do not. It’s called Adhesion. Seems like you’re in a bit of a sticky situation there, eh?” Metam looked down at the glowing pool of Stormlight at his feet. His spear formed into a Shardblade, and he parried two of Wurum’s attacks. Then, he sliced the roof around him, causing the roof beneath him to crumble and fall. As Metam fell, Wurum applied a Reverse Lashing to a place at the top of the roof, where it was still intact. The falling pieces of the roof, including the one Metam was Lashed to, funneled upwards, towards the roof’s apex. Wurum smiled, seeing the look of horror on Metam’s face as he was drawn upwards, towards Wurum. Wurum slammed his Shardblade down on Metam, severing his head. Nodding his head to the fallen Radiant, Wurum Lashed himself away. -------------------------------------------- Metam (7): Jain, Aladdin, Wurum, Rulit, Mallaw, Famed Gamin, Gart, Lyce No Vote: Serji, Kaladen, Twlv, Faisan, Metam, Tunnib, Tahrin Resten, Naihar Day 4 has begun! The cycle will end in 48 hours. Metam was a Skybreaker! Famed Gamin is a Truthwatcher, and survived an attack! (A note: Metam did not actually attack Famed Gamin or Wurum, as the lynch would’ve killed him before he would be able to use Division. That was purely for RP purposes. Famed Gamin was attacked, though.) Player List

BWAHAHAHAHA!!! That's what you think... Half an hour left, by the way.

I SEE ALL OF YOU... WATCHING THIS THREAD, WAITING FOR SOME SORT OF GOLDEN LIGHT TO SHOW YOU THE RIGHT PATH... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Ignore that. 6 hours and 14 minutes left until the rollover. I haven't received too many action PMs yet, so if you want to do something, do it soon. Also, you people are being too quiet. I am not entertained!

Day 3 – Death Wears White Reginar looked particularly distraught when he walked into the Eye of the Storm the next morning. He was late. This can’t be, he kept repeating to himself. It’s just one of that silly doomayer’s tricks. But, no… it’s too much of a coincidence. Reginar shook his head, and stood in the front of the tavern, where all the patrons could see him. Jeno and Kaladen hadn’t showed up. How could they possibly be any later than me? “What took you so long?” Mallaw grumbled. He didn’t look all that happy, either, probably due to that fierce, unexpected highstorm that blew through last night, flooding the streets. There was no way that poor man could’ve fished during a highstorm. “I was just… thinking,” Reginar responded. “Well, that’s quite a lot of thinking you’ve been doing,” Faisan said bluntly. “You’re two hours late.” “I know,” Reginar sighed. “It was… a rough night. Especially after seeing that message yesterday.” “THE END IS NIGH!!!” Metam shouted. “Don’t be serious,” Naihar frowned, folding up a sheet of paper. “You actually believe what that message said?” Reginar nodded. “It’s too much of a coincidence. First, the arrival of the Knights Radiant. And now this.” Faisan shook his head, chuckling. “Well, you know what they say. One’s an anomaly, two is a coincidence, three is a conspiracy. You’re going to need more than that to convince me that a Desolation is coming.” “How about this?” Metam raised a sign, reading “THE END IS NIGH!” in a bright red font. “Are we seriously contemplating this?” Serji frowned. “There will be no Desolation. There are other things we can be discussing, such as how we can use secret messages to tie some bonds –” “Boy, you really do love tying things, don’t you?” Famed Gamin asked, not even sparing a glance at Serji. Scum such as he were nowhere near his astounding demeanor. “Almost as if you were the one who tied Paliadin’s shackles together. I know you’re a Skybreaker. No need to deny it.” “Gamin,” Serji replied sternly. “I like you –” “Undoubtedly,” Gamin interrupted. “– so I’ll let you off this time. All I want is to encourage us to talk, to start gathering information. If we don’t start getting any information, we will most certainly be defeated.” “Yes!” Metam yelled, nodding. “We must find the patterns! We must kill the Skybreakers! But we’ll still die anyway, so I don’t see the point in it.” “Fine, fine,” Famed Gamin yawned, not really listening. “Any of you peasants want to add anything?” Reginar frowned. Well, at least they’re trying, he thought, letting out a sigh. “Jain,” Wurum started. “That creature of yours has brought nothing but trouble. I think you should get rid of it before we get rid of you.” Jain stood, aghast, pulling the black-and-white furry beast closer to his chest. “Get rid of it! You are out of your mind! I got this all the way back in Shin Kak Nish!” “Mmm, Naihar, you’ve been awfully quiet,” Mallaw noted. “Anything in particular you’re writing there? A message to your Skybreaker friends, maybe?” Naihar put his pen down, and looked over at Mallaw. “I’m not part of any schemes, fisherman. This is simply a letter home, to my family. I imagine you couldn’t understand what that’s like, though.” “Hey, can we see some action, here?” Tunnib asked, polishing one of his daggers. “Jeno hasn’t showed up yet. I think that’s awfully suspicious. What say you?” The others looked at Tunnib, and shrugged. “Fine,” Reginar mumbled. “It does strike me as suspicious that he hasn’t showed up yet. Apparently, saving this town isn’t worth his time. I shall take care of him.” “Wait, wait, wait,” Tunnib grumbled. “If you’re going to do all of the killing, then why are we here? Just as some sort of glorified informant or something for you?” “Alright, if you think you can handle him, he’s yours.” Tunnib, filled with glee, rushed out of the Eye of the Storm, and bumped directly into Jeno. “Oh, there you guys are,” Jeno said. “I was just about to —” “You are a liar, Skybreaker!” Tunnib stabbed the man in the heart with his knife. Jeno fell to the ground, blood pooling around him. “No…” he gasped, his life fading. “This is not fair…” “I don’t think he was a Skybreaker,” Reginar sighed. “Wait!” Wurum shouted, looking at the fallen man. “There’s something in his pocket…” Tunnib grabbed a crumpled paper from Jeno’s pocket, and handed it over to Reginar. “He may not have been a Skybreaker,” Reginar breathed, looking over the paper, “but he was one of their henchmen.” -------------------------------------------- After the sun went down, Wurum exited the Eye of the Storm. As usual, he had some… business… to take care of. Storming Simir, he thought, his steps quick and heavy. This job would be so much easier if he hadn’t backed down like that. I feel practically defenseless down here. Straining his eyes to see, Wurum took a recently infused diamond broam out of his pocket, using its light to see the path in front of him. He just had to make it to the docks, pick up a shipment, and then carry it off to his secret smuggling center. Easy. But then, why did he have the feeling that it wouldn’t be so simple? That something was about to go horribly wrong? Wurum rounded a corner, heading down a narrow alleyway. His glowing sphere cast odd, slanted shadows on the walls. And then, suddenly, the light went out. Like a candle being snuffed, the alleyway plunged into utter darkness. Wurum froze, suddenly terrified. What just storming --? “Wurum!” a voice boomed from behind. Wurum jumped back and whirled around, seeing a figure, covered in white. It glowed. The figure radiated glowing Stormlight, creating an eerie, ghost-like apparition. The figure’s face was concealed from view, covered by a large hood. “You have been found guilty of smuggling illegal goods into this town. You may have thought you were able to conceal your identity under the guise of a Stormwarden, but you were wrong. Prepare to die.” A Shardblade appeared in the figure’s hand. Wurum stepped back, that horrible apparition burned into his memory. This is not real, he assured himself. It’s impossible. But he knew that this wasn’t a dream, and that’s precisely what terrified him. Wurum took off, dashing down the alleyway as fast as he could manage, into a small street. He turned left, not bothering to look back. At that… thing. Unfortunately, the white-clothed figure was not far behind him, and was catching up, running at a speed that should have been impossible. “You cannot escape, criminal,” the figure spoke, its tone eerie and hollow. “No!” Wurum shouted, still not turning to look at the fiend. He turned right, passing under an archway onto another narrow street. I’m not far. Once I reach the storage complex, I’ll have enough weapons to fight off this ghoul. Wurum heard a scraping sound, and he finally turned around, just quick enough to see a large chunk of the archway hurtling towards him. What? How? Frantic, Wurum ducked to the side, but he was too late. The giant piece of masonry struck him in the back, and he fell to the ground, hearing the terrible sound of bones snapping. “It is done, criminal,” the cloaked figure sighed, standing above Wurum. Then, someone else crashed feet-first into the cloaked figure, knocking them off balance. “Go!” the newcomer shouted frantically. “Flee! I will hold him off!” What was happening? Wurum struggled to get up, groaning in pain. His back was smashed, bleeding. How could he make it back to the storage complex now? Valiantly, Wurum stood up, and turned around. The two figures had somehow launched themselves into the air, and were flying around, glowing with Stormlight. The newcomer, dressed in blue, was shooting dun spheres at the white-cloaked figure, trying to put them on defense. The white-cloaked figure simply stuck their Shardblade out, the spheres funneling directly towards it, getting shredded into tiny pieces of glass. The two flew along, the blue-dressed figure obviously trying to lead the other away from the storage complex. As amazing and glorious as the battle above was, Wurum knew that he had to get to that complex. He hobbled down the street, using the walls of houses as support. He just had to make it past the next intersection. I can’t do this! Wurum thought, mentally screaming in agony. It’s too much! He fell down, sitting against one of the stone houses, waiting for the end to come. Reginar came instead, rushing down the street to his side. “Get up,” he insisted, an urgency in his voice. Wurum ignored him, rolling onto his side. His vision wavered. “Storms,” Reginar cursed. “This is worse than I thought.” Reginar looked around. “Stay here. I’ll get a surgeon.” -------------------------------------------- Wurum woke up inside of the Eye of the Storm, of all places. Had he been drunk? No, he never would’ve had any alcohol before an important job… “He’s awake,” a female voice said. Who was that? One of Madame Quismet’s serving girls, probably. “Ah, Wurum,” Reginar smiled. “Glad to see you’re alive. Unfortunately, the attack on you was not the only news this night.” “Did somebody else die? That blue-clothed figure?” “No,” Reginar frowned. “Another message has been scrawled on the wall.” Wurum leaned up, the pain in his back flaring up again. “Ah! That hurts,” he moaned. “Then stay down,” Reginar advised. He turned to the message on the wall. “The message says that we have two days.” “Two days?” Wurum whispered. “Two days until what?” Reginar looked down nervously. “Two days… until Odium arrives.” -------------------------------------------- Jain (1): Wurum Kaladen (1) Aladdin (0): Metam Jeno (2): Tunnib Naihar (1): Mallaw No Vote: Serji, Jain, Kaladen, Aladdin, Twlv, Madame Quismet, Rulit, Jeno, Faisan, Famed Gamin, Gart, Tahrin Resten, Naihar, Lyce Day Three has begun! The cycle will end at 10 PM EST on Wednesday. Wurum was saved by a Basic Lashing! Jeno was a Henchman! Player List

I'm afraid that the gates of fate are now closed. Your time is up!

Did you hear that? That is the terrible sound of the gates of fate closing shut. This is your final hour. Use it wisely, as the decisions you make may be your final ones. No, I am not being "overdramatic." 1 hour left, though.

A few questions I've received via PM/doc/thread: All roles have been included in this game. There are still 2 Skybreakers, 2 Windrunners, 1 Truthwatcher, X Darkeyes, and Y Henchmen. Both Skybreakers get a kill each cycle. So, that's up to three deaths per cycle, if you include the lynch. The Illumination Surge could not be used last cycle, as it was not one of the approved actions (Messaging and Recruiting). The Progression Surge prevents all forms of killing from killing the Truthwatcher for the first cycle they would've been attacked. As it is a passive ability, it cannot be blocked by a Full Lashing. The Basic Lashing can protect against multiple uses of Division on the same target. If the Truthwatcher was attacked once or twice by Division and defended by a Basic Lashing on the same day, they would not use up their Progression. Only the Skybreakers must be killed for the "good team" to win the game; the Henchmen do not have to be killed. Also, remember to get your actions in! Only a little over 4 hours left until the write-up comes AND THE DEATH BEGINS!!!!

1. If nobody has more than one vote against them at the end of the cycle, there will be no lynch. Same as if there are two or more players with the same number of votes against them. 2. All of both players' actions would be cancelled. (Recall, however, that Messaging cannot be cancelled by a Full Lashing.) Anyway, there's less than 24 hours left in the cycle, so make sure you get your actions in!

Day 2 - The Calm before the Stormfather The morning after his announcement, Reginar looked out from Telmont’s pier, at the glimmering sun on the horizon. It helped to calm his nerves. As there was, indeed, quite a lot to be worried about. The Skybreakers were a threat, yes. A very great one to this town. But he had heard the Stormfather’s voice, and knew its truth. A Desolation would come. YOU ARE DOOMED, the Stormfather had said. YOUR BEST HOPE WOULD BE TO FLEE WHILE YOU STILL CAN. Flee? Flee where? Nothing on Roshar was safe from a Desolation. Reginar knew that much. The Stormfather, for all his infinite might and glory, was rather unhelpful. Reginar sighed, looking out at the sea. Were those clouds gathering? There wasn’t supposed to be a highstorm anytime soon… was there? He squinted out at the sea. Yep, those were definitely storm clouds of some sort. “How odd,” Reginar said, before turning around, towards the center of Telmont. A Desolation, Reginar contemplated, shaking his head in despair. A storming Desolation. Are the Skybreakers really an issue here? We should be focusing on the real threat… Reginar continued walking, quickening his pace. It was still early, and most of the town hadn’t woken up yet. It was actually rather calm, considering what the town would have to face very soon. No, Reginar decided, the Skybreakers are a legitimate concern. In this town, at least. If they continue their purge of the Surgebinders… what will we have left to defend ourselves? Yes, first we must remove the Skybreakers and save the other Surgebinders. Only then can they be properly taught. Reginar nodded to himself, rounding a corner. Up ahead stood the town square. And off to one side of it, in front of the town courthouse, the Justice Platform. Reginar reeled at the sight of that horrid structure. Why? Reginar thought, angrily. Why must the Skybreakers be like that? They should know that some things are above the law. Law is not perfect. Nothing is. And yet, that is what they expect of everyone. Total perfection. Reginar stopped in front of the platform. It was a symbol of everything he hated about the Skybreakers. He kicked it, for all the good that did. Then, he left, heading for the Eye of the Storm tavern. -------------------------------------------- Reginar entered the Eye of the Storm just after Madame Quismet had opened it up for business that morning. None of the other patrons had arrived yet, which Reginar had expected. He sat down at a table, waiting for them to arrive. The calm before the storm, he thought, chuckling to himself. And, indeed, as Reginar looked out the window, a storm did appear to be brewing on the horizon. It seemed larger than before. Definitely seemed like a highstorm. After returning to his seat, Reginar heard the tavern’s door open up again. Aladdin burst in, holding his signature lamp and falling to the floor. Reginar stood up. “What is it?” he asked, surprised. “Were you attacked?” Aladdin looked up at Reginar, his eyes wide. “No,” he coughed. “The Stormfather… he answered me!” Reginar looked confused, then returned to his seat. “Yes, of course,” he mumbled. “The Stormfather seems to be talking to quite a few people these days. I wonder what his deal is.” Suddenly, the tavern shook, a loud voice booming: THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. THE DESOLATION WILL COME. SEEK THE PATTERNS… FIND THOSE WHO SURVIVE… Finally, something useful, Reginar thought. “Wait, Stormfather! What-?” I AM SORRY. I MUST LEAVE YOU NOW. THAT IS ALL I CAN SAY. “Stormfather!” Reginar yelled, half as a curse. Aladdin just looked extremely dazed. Well, we’d better – what is that? Reginar looked at the far wall of the tavern, noticing several marks scratched into the wood. “The Desolation Comes!" the message said. Was that the crazy doomsayer again? Or… Reginar looked below the message, where there were a set of marks. Three scratches etched into the wood. Three scratches. Three days. “Oh, this is not good,” grumbled Reginar. -------------------------------------------- Day Two has begun, and will end at 10 PM EST on Monday. Voting may now commence (as well as all of the other actions)! Player List

Less than three hours until the cycle ends! If you'd like to send an anonymous Message this cycle, make sure to PM me with that message before the cycle is over. Also, just so that all are aware, Basic Lashings will protect a targeted player from all uses of Division that cycle, not just one.

Day 1 - Justice “Paliadin, son of Goriel,” announced the dark-skinned man, reading off of a scroll on the pedestal in front of him. The majority of Telmont’s population stood in the town square, before the large, looming wooden platform above. The Justice Platform. It was a fitting name, Reginar thought, but for much different reasons than the crowd would assume. “You have been charged with the theft and slaughter of the Brightlord Fiedre’s prized axehound. How do you plead?” The young man, Paliadin, his eyes widened in feat, stepped backwards, as if that would help him escape. If he knew who the dark-skinned man was, he would know that there would be no escape for him. Poor boy, Reginar thought. His bond is too weak. If only I could save him… Reginar clenched his fists, stepping forward. No. Reginar scolded himself. Are you one of the Ten Fools? Trying to fight him… Reginar shook his head, slowly unclenching his fists. “I didn’t mean to do it!” Paliadin pleaded desperately. The youth glanced around nervously, at his bound hands, at the silent crowd before him, at that dark-skinned man. “Silence!” bellowed the dark-skinned man. Paliadin shrank back even more. “I do not wish to hear your excuses, petty boy. Now, I will say this again: you have been charged with the slaughter of Brightlord Fiedre’s axehound. How do you plead?” Paliadin sneered at the dark-skinned man, his bound hands forming into fists. “Why?” he asked, barely able to contain his fear, his fury. “Why, out of all of the people in this town that have done wrong, did you choose me? There have been plenty of others who-” “Stop evading the question!” the dark-skinned man spat. “It does not matter what others have done. The important things is that you killed the Brightlord’s axehound. You’ve taken away a life. Therefore, we will take yours. Justice shall be served.” A Shardblade, gleaming with frost, appeared in the man’s hand, its hilt inscribed with a symbol that Paliadin swore he had seen before. “This isn’t fair!” Paliadin shouted in utter rage. “This is not justice, this is murder! Murder!” The youth paused, frantically looking about for something he could not see. “Syrin! Where are you? I need your light! I need your guidance! Reginar winced as the dark-skinned man’s Shardblade descended upon Paliadin, cleaving his head in two. Angerspren, like bubbling pools of blood, appeared around Reginar, and he swept away from the scene. Even the sky seemed to respond to his anger, as clouds began to gather and thunder rumbled. Sensing the coming storm, the crowd began to disperse, many chatting fearfully to their friends. One man jumped up onto the Justice Platform, and began shouting that the end was near. Reginar chuckled. That crazy man was actually more correct than people gave him credit for. -------------------------------------------- Reginar strode into the Eye of the Storm, soaking wet with rain. Curse the Stormfather, he thought indignantly. While it was no highstorm, the storm was quite powerful, and Reginar had almost lost his hat twice in the blustery wind. Reginar was surprised by the number of people that had showed up. Madame Quismet definitely seemed happy to take them all into company for the evening. Reginar scanned the room, seeing several familiar faces, as well many unexpected ones. He had hoped to get the greatest variety of people gathered, and it seemed like he had done a good job. There was some traveler from the far lands of Shin Kak Nish, clutching onto some strange furry beast, a man who looked to be from Valhav, and even a Thalathan merchant. Then, of course, there was Metam, but he was another matter. “I swear I saw him!” he was shouting, banging his fists on the table. “The Stormfather himself spoke to me!” The others in the tavern grumbled. The strange urchin, Famed Gamin, exaggerated a yawn. They all knew that the doomsayer’s words were not to be trusted. Or really heeded in any sense. His sudden outburst only served to prove this. “I’m telling you!” Metam continued. “There was a face in the clouds! He spoke of the End of All Things! A Final Desolation!” “Do we not have more pressing matters to attend to?” sighed Faisan, the bronzesmith. He looked anxious. Most of them did, after the gruesome sight they had seen earlier. “Yes,” Reginar nodded, sitting himself down at one of the tables. “Do any of you know where that nightsoil porter is? He promised he’d be here.” “The correct term is Sewage Treatment Specialist,” Wurum corrected. “And he told me that he had other… important... matters to attend to.” “I really would not like to know what those ‘important matters’ entail, considering his occupation,” smirked Famed Gamin, discretely rolling a few spheres around his hand that he almost certainly pickpocketed. “Could we just get on with this?” Tunnib asked, glaring at everyone. “At least tell me what our goal is here.” “Right,” Reginar said, placing his hands firmly on the table. “I have reason to believe that the Skybreakers are amongst us again.” “AHA!” Metam shouted, leaping up from his seat. “I told you! I told you all! A Desolation is coming! The end is near!” “Um… what exactly is a Skybreaker?” asked Aladdin, holding that strange lamp he adored. “An excellent question,” Reginar smiled. “Skybreakers are one of the orders of the Knights Radiant. They had the ability to manipulate the Surges of Gravitation and Division, making them powerful adversaries, capable of flying and doing other amazing feats. They-” “The Knights Radiant?” Kaladen frowned, confused. “I thought they were the good guys. Why would we want to kill them?” “And more importantly, how?” Rulit added, his voice gruff, hinting at an aged experience that few were aware of. “I’m getting to that,” Reginar replied. “Now, the Skybreakers were an order that followed the law, putting it before all else. Unfortunately, they also believed that the orders of Knights Radiant were responsible for the return of the Desolations. I can tell you that Paliadin, the man executed today, was most certainly a Surgebinder, and a prime target for the Skybreakers.” “So, that executioner was a Skybreaker?” Jain asked, glancing at the black-and-white stuffed beast he held in his hand. “In a way,” Reginar explained. “He was Nale, one of the Heralds of the Almighty. Specifically, the Herald of the Skybreakers.” Many of the patrons’ eyes widened. They had seen a Herald? That was certainly something one did not see every day. “Meh,” Famed Gamin yawned. “I’ve already met Nale before. Twice, actually. Seemed like a pretty boring guy. Ishar, on the other hand… I mean, that man’s got a wicked beard! Also likes to gamble. Definitely my kind of guy. Not nearly as awesome, though. Obviously.” “Of course,” Reginar said, rolling his eyes. “Now, Nale’s appearance here probably indicates that there are other Skybreakers in this town. In fact, I’d even hazard to say that there are Skybreakers in this very room.” The patrons glanced around at each other suspiciously. “How will we know who they are?” Madame Quismet spoke, placing another mug of ale in front of Tahrin, the man that had come all the way from Valhav. Reginar shrugged. “You’ll just have to do your best. But once you think you have identified a Skybreaker, notify me and I’ll… dispose of them. The best of luck to all of you.” With a last, stern glance across the room, Reginar tipped his hat and left the tavern, leaving the patrons with a lot on their plate. -------------------------------------------- The game has (finally) begun! Day One will end at 10 PM EST on Saturday (that’s 48 hours from now). Role PMs will be sent out in the next few minutes or so. This first cycle is designed to be primarily RP, as it is basically just a “setting things up” cycle for the Windrunners and Skybreakers/Henchmen. However, remember that you can still PM me with a Message to be delivered to another player at the beginning of the following cycle. Good luck to all! Player List 1. Serji (Sir Jerric) 2. Jain (Lightsworn Panda) 3. Kaladen (Kal Dell) 4. Aladdin (Ashiok) 5. Twlv (twelfthrootoftwo) 6. Wurum (Wyrmhero) 7. Madame Quismet (Quitecontrary) 8. Rulit (Tulir) 9. Mallaw (Mailliw73) 10. Jeno (The Only Joe) 11. Faisan (AonarFaileas) 12. Famed Gamin (Gamma Fiend) 13. Metam (Metacognition) 14. Tunnib (Binnut) 15. Gart (a smart guy) 16. Tahrin Resten (Theorymaker) 17. Naihar (Alvron) 18. Lyce (luckat)

Only 45 44 minutes until the start of the game! Bwahahaha! Ah, ignore that last bit. By the way, if you can't join and would like to join the Speculation Doc, PM me and I'll get you added. Seriously, it's pretty lonely in there right now...

Alright, we’re going to finally start today! No more delays; I promise. The Stormfather can vouch for me on this one: I AM NOT A SIMPLE TOOL FOR YOU, PETTY GM. I WILL NOT BE SWAYED TO VOUCH BY THE WORDS OF A MORTAL. I AM SORRY. Ah, forget it, then. The Stormfather seems especially uncooperative day. I’VE HAD A ROUGH WEEK. Well, at any rate, the game will begin at 10 PM EST today, approximately 13 hours from now. If any of you are just lurking around looking at this, feel free to join in. Sign-ups will conclude as soon as the first write-up is posted.

The sky began to rumble, and a stern face appeared, looking down at the doomsayer. PATIENCE, YOUNG ONE. The clouds boomed, and Metam dropped his sign, looking at the face. The Stormfather. THE END OF ALL THINGS APPROACHES. A DESOLATION WILL COME SOON ENOUGH, AND YOU WILL ALL BE DOOMED. The clouds began to rumble, as if laughing at the poor mortals' fate. A PITY, YES, AND IF I COULD DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT, I WOULD. The face frowned, contemplating. HOWEVER, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HELP. YOU ARE DOOMED. I'M SORRY. With that, the Stormfather left, clouds disappearing, the sun once again beating down on the petty humans.

Alright then; I can extend the sign-ups to this Thursday or Saturday, if nobody objects. Might be best to wait anyways, as 14 people is not much for a Mid-Range game anyway (or at least, much less than I had planned). Still, if you do want to join, sign up soon!

Only 8 hours left until sign-ups close and the game begins! If you’d like to join in the fun, sign up soon!

I’d like to run a Long Game in the (distant) future. Here’s the game’s introduction: The Pits of Hathsin. Those words strike fear into any skaa of the Final Empire, almost as much as the name of the great Sliver of Infinity himself. Unfortunately, that’s where you’ve been sent to. After defying your plantation owner, you’ve been sent to the Pits to work until you die. But somehow, you still have hope. The tale of the Survivor’s escape from these very Pits keeps you going each week… but you can’t survive down here forever. Someone must take action. Deep down in the Pits of Hathsin, you and a group of comrades have devised a plan of escape. Nevertheless, even with the Survivor’s courage, it will be difficult. Sacrifices will need to be made. But escape can mean a life free of the Final Empire’s shackles. And for any skaa, that is worth more than all of the atium in the world. I’m not going to divulge the details of the game yet, because, in the words of the Survivor, “There’s always another secret.” (Also, I haven’t finished the rules yet.) I will say that it’s shaping up to be a fairly complex game with an atium-based economy, kandra, and special events. There’s also a small element of Allomancy added in there as well. I think it'll be very entertaining, but I doubt I'll be able to run it until next May or June. So, just keep that in mind.