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Night 4: Mob’s Rules Each day, the noise on the streets in and around Luthadel quieted more and more -- a frightening reminder that more people died with every passing day, and that those alive were fearing more for their own lives than the common good. An angry mob assembled in Ahlstrom Square, raucous and violent. “There are traitors amongst us!” one woman shouted. “We must find them and tear them apart!” “I want justice! I want retribution! I want… uh, violence!” “ANARCHY!” one man shouted, laughing at the ashen sky in madness. “People, please!” Vela spoke, standing atop a podium in the center of the riotous crowd. “We are an angry mob, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to find and kill people in a civilized manner! Please, be patient!” “But is that not the point of an angry mob?” someone pointed out. “Are we not to be angry?” “YEAH, ANGER!” the mob shouted. “Are we not to repeat what some random person says?” “YEAH, REPETITION!” the mob repeated in glee. “Are we not to ignore what other people tell us to do?” “YEAH, IGNORANCE!” “But hold on,” a young man noted. “Isn’t Vela trying to tell us all what to do?” “YEAH!” the mob repeated. Vela’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?” “Doesn’t is seem like she’s trying to control us?” “YEAH!” “Then that means she’s a SPIKED!” “YEAH, A TRAITOR!” “Then let’s get ‘er!” “YEAH!” “Wait, stop!” Vela shouted in protest, but she could not stop the flow of the giant mob that had formed. “I am a loyal member of House Cett! I have done nothing wrong! Listen to reason!” - - - - - Vela (Burnt Spaghetti) was lynched! She was an unspiked non-Allomancer from the Cett faction! Vote Tally Burnt Spaghetti (7): Elbereth, Mailliw73, Alvron, The Young Bard, Arraenae, dowanx, Sart Alvron (5): Straw, Nyali, Burnt Spaghetti, TheSilverDragon, Bugsy6912 Nyali (2): The Only Joe, zas678 Conquestor (1): Araris Valerian Night 4 begins now and will end in 47 hours. Good luck!

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Day 4: Besieged The nights were always so terrible, so full of death. One did not even need to look over the city walls to hear the sounds of great pain and suffering. And for a while, the factions ceased much of their infighting and focused on us. Jaena rubbed her eyes. This war business was not meant for someone like her, who had only entered this fight to elevate her status. She had no Allomancy to call her own; the mists always seemed so cold and dangerous during these nights. They could easily be hiding an assassin, or even a horde of those ghastly koloss. Terrifying. The four factions had begun the brunt of their assaults, waves of men -- and koloss -- rushing to the walls of Luthadel, many of which only to get cut down by the archers on the walls far above. The men and women still in the encampment rushed around, readying siege weapons or getting bandages ready for the wounded. The night was in a flurry of activity. Jaena had nothing to do, of course. She was simply her faction’s chosen spokesperson during the day, a proxy so that others wouldn’t get hurt. That fact made her tread the grounds with care. Right now, she just had to find some sleep with all of this frantic movement whirling about her. She snuck into her tent, struggling to light the lamp inside. When she did, she discovered that someone else was already in the tent. “You!” she shrieked. “Shh,” the other figure whispered, producing a coin from their pocket and shooting it into Jaena’s face. The figure looked about furtively, then left the camp and shot into the misty night sky. - - - - - The Steel Inquisitor shifted in their bed, the relentless sounds from the siege disturbing them. Your job’s not done yet, the voice of Ruin suddenly whispered in the Steel Inquisitor’s ear. The Inquisitor rolled their eyes, slowly arose from their rest, and limped off to find Ruin’s next target. - - - - - Jaena (jaimeleecee) was coinshot! She was an unspiked non-Allomancer. Someone was spiked! Day 4 begins now and will end in 47 hours. Good luck!

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Night 3: A Final Stand During the days, the factions’ siege on the city lessened, and they seemed to turn towards each other to release their anger. During the long hours of those days, it seemed like our plan had worked and we would survive the siege. But during the nights, the attacks would strengthen, and our hopes would fall. “...Silk is a threat greater than the might of any individual faction,” the town crier read from a small pamphlet he had been given. “She has made bold claims with little evidence, meant to sow the seeds of distrust amongst our people and turn us against each other. She cannot be left alive to generate such suspicion and doubt among us!” “Not so fast,” said someone in the crowd of people standing in Luthadel’s town square. Silk nudged herself forward, onto the platform that the town crier was reading from. “The allegations brought before me are greatly exaggerated. I shall express myself freely, and you will then see that I have done nothing to promote such a reaction.” “Lies!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Spare your interjections, for I shall attempt to set things straight.” Silk paused, glancing at the general mood of the crowd. They were definitely not happy, in a bit of a murderous mood this evening. “I have been called out for declaring myself a Seeker, despite giving misinformation. I am nevertheless a Seeker, and gave you this information for your own benefit.” “You claimed that Locke was… an agent of the Deepness, when this was clearly not the case!” a tall man shouted. “Exactly; this was meant to inform you… to reveal to you that… the Deepness is once again a real threat, and one that we must unite against to extinguish. This is something much bigger than who gets to sit in Luthadel’s throne. This is a matter of global priority.” “Bah!” the tall man shouted. “And you claim to know about this… Deepness yourself? How can we be sure that you aren’t an agent of it!” “These agents have pieces of metal imbedded in them! It honestly isn’t that hard to figure out!” Silk said. “And if it’s so easy to figure out, then why make such a big deal of it? Why not just eliminate the threat now?” This mob is too intense, Silk thought to herself, attempting relentlessly to Riot their calmness. They won’t rest until someone’s dead this evening. My only hope of survival is to deflect their attention to someone else… “You’re right, of course!” Silk shouted, chuckling. “In fact, I believe I saw Vela with a very peculiar earring earlier.” “Excuse me?” Vela protested from the crowd. “Nuh-uh, you are not bringing me into this! You’re just trying to deflect attention! She’s clearly hiding something from us!” “Hiding something?” Silk questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve been completely frank with you. You have called me out and threatened me; I have nothing to hide.” “She is hiding something!” Vela said, then suddenly felt an enormous calmness wash over her. “She… wait, she’s an emotional allomancer! She lied to us!” “This is not true!” Silk yelled frantically, as the crowd angrily climbed up onto the platform and surrounded her. “I deny these allegations against my name! Ruin will take you all if you take me down!” - - - - - Silk (Amanuensis) was lynched! She was an unspiked Rioter from the Venture faction! Vote Tally Amanuensis (9): Alvron, Master Elodin, Straw, Araris Valerian, zas678, Nyali, Burnt Spaghetti, dowanx, TheSilverDragon Burnt Spaghetti (8): Elbereth, Amanuensis, Mailliw73, The Young Bard, Arraenae, jaimeleecee, Sart, Bugsy6912 Mailliw73 (1): cloudjumper Night 3 begins now and will end in 47 hours. Good luck!

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Day 3: The Game Begins When the siege began, it began in force. We all felt a great fear in our hearts as all of the factions seemed to simultaneously begin their attack on Luthadel. But, to our delight, we had managed to sow some infighting amongst the factions as well. The night had suddenly burst into light, fire beginning to burn around the walls of Luthadel. Somehow, all four factions had begun their assaults on the city within a matter of hours. How they managed to accomplish this was a mystery, but it was not on the minds of the thousands of archers who took to the walls of Luthadel to defend the city from this preliminary bombardment. The majority of the armies were still out of range; this would be only a preliminary attack, meant to weaken a few key point before the main assault began. In each of the factions, men and women alike took to the battlefield to lead their soldiers onwards. - - - - - STINK led his men behind him towards the enormous walls of Luthadel. Quite frequently, his men asked where he had received his odd nickname; at this moment, they were all focused solely on following their commander and making their way towards Luthadel. A small hillock stood up ahead, just visible through the misty night. They would have to make it just before that location in order to hide and get their siege equipment assembled and ready to fire. “Come on!” STINK shouted, charging towards the hillock. The archers on the walls held their fire. Apparently, they were still too far for the archers to risk wasting any ammunition. Probably smart, seeing as this siege was looking to take a long time. Quite a long time. STINK heard sudden shouts from behind him, and one loud shout of, “Commander, look out!” STINK whirled back towards his men, confused as to what they were discussing. Another set of shouts suddenly emanated from the mists, to STINK’s left. He turned to the side to see a number of giant, hulking koloss charging towards him. “By the Lord Ruler,” STINK breathed, dropping his sword and starting to take off from the koloss. The koloss, however, had almost already reached their prey, and were on STINK in an instant. - - - - - Kipper sulked around his encampment’s koloss enclosure. As a Rioter, it was his duty to use his Allomancy to help keep the koloss from doing stupid things, like going on a rampage and killing their entire encampment. Still, Kipper had seen how ferocious these beasts could be, and was not a fan of his job. One of their faction’s Soothers had been trampled by the koloss the other day. Not good. Nevertheless, they were paying him for this, and if their faction managed to take control of Luthadel, he’d be instantly promoted to one of the new emperor’s advisors. Not bad, that. Still, it was times like this, when other members of his faction were off doing battle, that Kipper felt underappreciated in his faction. He’d just have to wait for his time to come. Kipper suddenly heard a disturbance amongst the koloss. He rolled his eyes and moved over in that direction, focusing his Rioting on the koloss that had been acting up. One of the koloss, in particular, bellowed out a roar, and Kipper took an unconscious step back. The beast’s roar was suddenly cut short, and Kipper saw a large object shoot up into the air. As several other koloss began bellowing out, a coin cut straight through the night mists and hit Kipper in the side. He collapsed as the mysterious form shot away in the mists. - - - - - Ganon strode quietly through the enemy encampment, doing his best to look busy and blend in. He had a very important duty for his faction; that of discovering who the enemy factions’ Allomancers were. It was by no means an easy task, but Ganon knew that it would provide him much honor and glory in the days to come, when his faction inevitably took the throne that Elend had pretended to claim. Ganon smiled almost imperceptibly as his target ran into view. Finally, he thought with a smile. I thought I’d get eaten by a mistwraith before they showed themselves. Still, this was the most dangerous part, as Ganon had to trail his target closely, in order to discern which metal they were burning, and hope that his own Seeking would not be noticed by any of the other Seekers. Ganon’s target rounded a corner, and Ganon followed briskly. Ganon brought out a scroll from his pocket, and began to run after the figure, shaking the scroll wildly. “I have a message for you, Master--” The figure whirled around to see Ganon on the ground, a pair of coins struck into his chest. The assassinations had begun. Nobody was safe. - - - - - All is going according to plan, the voice chuckled in the Inquisitor's ear. But you know that you need more allies. I have one particular target in mind... - - - - - STINK was killed by a koloss horde! He was an unspiked non-Allomancer. Kipper was coinshot! He was an unspiked Rioter. Ganon (TheMightyLopen) was coinshot! He was an unspiked Seeker. Somebody was Spiked! Day 3 begins now and will end in 47 hours. Good luck!

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Night 2: The Accusation Fortunately enough for us, as it were, the inclusion of this Inquisitor only served to spread the seeds of distrust between the various factions. No one could any longer be sure of who to trust, or who could betray them. Of course, it also meant that none of us could trust one another. I pity Vin, who Elend had tasked to search for any traitors in our midst during those nights. They were dark times indeed… any yet, they only got darker. The guests from the previous night’s ball hurried into the keep -- the former Keep Hastings -- in order to enjoy the holiday. The holiday was supposed to celebrate the Lord Ruler’s conquering of the Deepness, hundreds and hundreds of years ago, but honestly, who cared anymore? The Lord Ruler was dead. Business went on as usual. “LOCKE!” a voice shrieked from across the ballroom. “Show yourself!” Locke winced at the sound, rolled his eyes, and hobbled over to the source of the shouting voice. “Silk,” Locke growled. “What do you want?” “What do I want?” Silk chuckled to herself. “Nothing much. It’s only that I happened to get a drink at the punch bowl over there, and something seemed a bit off.” Locke crossed his arms. He could not stand such youthful and obnoxious nobles. Talked like they owned the place. Talked like they were the only ones who mattered. “What is it?” Locke asked, struggling to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “I was just wondering… did you happen to spike the punch bowl?” Locke blinked. “Uh… what?” He looked around at the other nobles, who seemed equally as confused. “Is this some kind of joke?” “Of course, my dear Locke!” Silk laughed for several seconds, then went silent. She tentatively put an arm on Locke’s shoulder. “It’s only that… well, you know.” “What are you even going on about?” “Well… you’ve been influenced by the forces of the Deepness!” “What in the name of the Lord Ruler are you even going on about? There is no ‘Deepness,’ Silk. Have you not figured that out yet?” “On the contrary,” Silk said, smiling slyly. “I’ve been mulling over what’s happened to the Steel Inquisitors after the Lord Ruler’s death. If you haven’t noticed, they’ve been quite absent from Luthadel.” “Wonderful.” “Ah, but haven’t you heard about the mists in the northern dominance? The mists that kill?” “Sure, but I don’t see where…” “I’m a seeker,” Silk rolled her eyes. “I followed a set of Allomantic pulses last night to a very peculiar location. And I seemed to spy someone who looked very much like you helping to--” “Enough!” Locke shouted. “Have you gone mad? I was sleeping in camp Penrod last night. I don’t even have any Allomantic abilities, you fool!” “Wait,” someone said from the side. “Did that man just admit to being from that loser Penrod’s squad?” “Ferson Penrod sucks!” another shouted, and several more rushed in towards Locke, carrying him towards the punch bowl. “Let’s plunge him in the punch bowl!” “Wait, what?” Locke shouted, thrashing wildly. “What’s even wrong with Penrod, anyway? You’re all ones to talk! You… following the vile Straff Venture or Ashweather Cett… you are nothing but hypocrites! We will not stop until you are all extinguished from this planet!” The mob of partygoers threw the thrashing follower of Penrod into the giant punch bowl. It wasn’t until the thrashing stopped that some of the partygoers finally realized that the punch bowl had not been spiked. - - - - - Locke (OrlokTsubodai) was lynched! He was an unspiked non-Allomancer from the Penrod faction! Vote Tally OrlokTsubodai (11): Elbereth, Amanuensis, Arraenae, Straw, Araris Valerian, Nyali, jaimeleecee, dowanx, TheSilverDragon, TheMightyLopen, Conquestor Amanuensis (6): OrlokTsubodai, Mailliw73, Alvron, Master Elodin, Kipper, STINK The Only Joe (1): cloudjumper Alvron (1): The Young Bard Burnt Spaghetti (1): zas678 jaimeleecee (1): Burnt Spaghetti dowanx (1): Sart STINK (1): Bugsy6912 Night 2 begins now and will end in 47 hours. Your faction information will be updated with the boxings you’ve received during the day shortly. Good luck!

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Day 2: Another One Spikes the Dust Few of us, however, could have predicted the inclusion of another element: a Steel Inquisitor. Formerly the agents of the Lord Ruler, they now served… something else. After Marsh mysteriously disappeared when we were returning from Seran, I knew there was something else happening. A bigger picture, that I could not yet see. The air during the night was abnormally cold, despite the fact that there had been no ash falling during the day. The mists, as usually, flowed through the lonely, quiet streets of Luthadel. All atop the walls, soldiers of Luthadel peered nervously into the mists, hoping and praying that tonight would not be the night that one of the four armies attacked -- or all of them attacked. But as the hours wore on, it became increasingly apparent that this wouldn’t happen. Not tonight. Nevertheless, there was activity in each of the enemy encampments. The factions were preparing for a siege. And if they wouldn’t attack tonight, they’d only redouble their strength for an attack tomorrow. Their only hope was that Elend’s plan to get the factions to turn on each other would work. But so far, it would appear as if it hadn’t. What these soldiers failed to see, however, was a hooded figure, with spikes for eyes, slink through the streets of Luthadel, cautiously winding their way towards the large keep where the ball had been held only hours ago, a large metal spike held in their hands. The Inquisitor emerged from the keep without such a spike in their hands, instead dragging a limp form through the streets. The battle may not have begun just yet, but treachery was indeed afoot. - - - - - Nobody died, but somebody was Spiked! Day 2 begins now and will end in 47 hours. Your faction information will be updated shortly. Good luck!

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Night 1: First Blood Venture, Lekal, Penrod, and Cett each had their own reasons for attempting to ascend to the throne, but the common thread amongst them was this: they all believed Elend to be a weak ruler, capable of easily being bullied into submission. Elend, of course, stood steadfast against the might of the four men’s armies, but we knew that we had no chance against the might of their combined assaults. Our only hope was to get them to turn on each other first. “We shall invite them… to a ball,” Elend declared, punctuating the sentence with a grin. “A… a ball, Lord Elend?” Dockson asked incredulously, furrowing his brow. “You have completely lost your mind. The high-ranking members of these opposing factions… who are trying to take over this very city, are not going to come to a party.” “There will be food, and they’re all nobility at heart,” Elend smiled. “Of course they’ll come, Dox.” “Bah,” Dockson waved a hand dismissively. “Foolish. You invite them to a ball, and they’ll all be plotting against you. The whole place will burn down to the ground.” “Then we simply let them burn with it.” “What you’re doing will only enrage the factions!” Dockson paced the emperor’s room, exasperated. “Do you even realize the dangers that come with this?” “And do you realize the dangers that come if we don’t?” Elend frowned at Dockson. “If we can’t get them to turn on each other, then we’ll have four fully-armed battalions on our doorstep, with extra koloss that will gladly tear this city apart.” Dockson sighed a long sigh for a good five seconds, then threw up his hands in despair. “Fine, whatever. Just… be careful with this.” Elend nodded, putting a hand to his forehead. “I will.” With that, he turned around in his chair to begin writing out invitations. This would be… interesting. - - - - - Shady slinked through the shadows of the ballroom. He wasn’t even sure how there were shadows in a ballroom as brightly lit as the one he was in, but that would be a question for later. Right now, he was on a mission: Penrod’s men needed more money to supply their newly formed army, and he’d have to pickpocket these nobles to get what they needed. He needed something expensive, something… A large golden pocketwatch dangled from the pocket of a large, bearded man sitting at a nearby table. Seriously. Who even made golden pocketwatches? What advantage could someone possibly derive from a golden pocketwatch? The nobility was rather odd. But who was Shady to judge? Just meant more things for him to swipe. Shady slowly zigzagged his way across the ballroom to the man’s side. He put his foot on the man’s shoelace, discretely causing it to unravel. “Excuse me sir,” Shady said, putting a bit of a charming eastern dominance dialect into his speech. “But it would appear that your shoe is untied. May I suggest that you endeavor to rectify this embarrassing situation?” “Oh, dear,” the bearded man said, his face flushing. “I shall do so most expeditiously. My apologies.” The man turned to the side, and Shady smiled, beginning to reach out towards the man’s pocket. Then, the man clapped his hands, and turned to a nearby terrisman. “Ah, kind Fendwyr, you terribly mind tying my unwoven shoestrings?” The terris steward nodded and knelt down, beginning to tie the man’s shoestrings. The man turned back to Shady, who quickly retracted his arm. “My most sincere apologies again, my good man. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.” “Erm, no problem.” “May I ask what you were just reaching out towards, my good man?” the man asked, cocking his head and stroking his beard. Then his eyes lit up and he brought the pocketwatch fully out from his pocket. Shady unconsciously took a step back, eyes widening. “Ah, this little trinket,” the man chuckled. He then swung the pocketwatch around his finger. “I’m afraid it’s not real gold. Simply painted wood, meant to fool thieves such as yourself.” “I…” “You work for the fool Ferson Penrod, correct?” Shady grimaced, nodding. “Knew it. The poor man thinks he can start his own army, and carve out a slice of Elend’s fool empire. Not likely.” The man stood up, slamming the fake pocketwatch onto the tablecloth. The terris steward at his feet jumped, startled, then continued tying his shoe. “Attention!” the man shouted, and the entirety of the ballroom turned to him. “I have found a dirty little thief amongst our midst! This man,” the man pointed directly at Shady, and Shady cringed, “has attempted to steal my golden pocketwatch, only to try to sell it and give old man Penrod a few boxings!” Murmurs filled the ballroom. The bearded man continued. “I believe that this man--” A coin flew out from an upper catwalk, striking Shady directly in the chest. Pewter! Shady gasped, instinctively grasping at his belt. Where’s my pewter? Shady gasped, looking about frantically before collapsing on his side. As his vision became blurred and darkened, he saw the bearded man analyzing a vial of pewter. His vial of pewter. - - - - - Shady (Paranoid King) was lynched! He was an unspiked Thug from the Penrod faction! Vote Tally Paranoid King (7): The Only Joe, Mailliw, Master Elodin, Mckeedee123, Burnt Spaghetti, dowanx, Sart Mailliw73 (5): Amanuensis, The Young Bard, cloudjumper, Paranoid King, phattemer Amanuensis (4): Arraenae, Nyali, STINK, Conquestor The Only Joe (3): Straw, Kipper, Araris Valerian Kipper (3): OrlokTsubodai, Alvron, jaimeleecee OrlokTsubodai (1): Elbereth Straw (1): Bugsy6912 dowanx (1): zas678 STINK (1): TheMightyLopen Night 1 begins now and will end in 46 hours and 45 minutes. Your faction information will be updated with the boxings you’ve received during the day shortly. Good luck!

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