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    Player List Jonly (The Only Joe) Locke (OrlokTsubodai) Sandhya (Elbereth) Silk (Amanuensis) Rima (Mailliw73) Olvar (Alvron) Ranel (The Young Bard) Guilty (Master Elodin) Mottel Musgreave (Mckeedee123) Ri (Arraenae) Straw (Straw) Kelron (cloudjumper) Kipper (Kipper) Hadrian Penrod (Araris Valerian) Zas (zas678) Shara (Nyali) Vela (Burnt Spaghetti) Jaena (jaimeleecee) Dominic (dowanx) Cenn Celverclogs Stimbers (TheSilverDragon) Sart Tram (Sart) Ganon (TheMightyLopen) -- (STINK) Louik (Bugsy6912) Shady (Paranoid King) Exisa Erikell (phattemer) Parth Resnuren (Conquestor) Rule Clarifications Inquisitor spikes do not have secret uber-abilities. Burning Iron will only downgrade Flared Steel. Flaring Iron can block all Steel uses from affecting a target altogether. Koloss attacks occur simultaneously; koloss will not return to their original factions until the Night turn is completely over. Each kandra that a faction recruits has a given name that cannot be changed, no matter what. If multiple factions attack the same faction with koloss, one of those attacking factions will be randomly determined to attack first with 1 koloss, and then it will cycle between the attacking factions, each attacking with a single koloss, until a player from the faction is attacked, or there are no attacking koloss remaining. Only 1 person from each faction can be killed by koloss during the Night, no matter how many factions attack them. There are no secret roles in this game. I promise. You may name your faction's kandra, as long as the name is kandra-esque and does not reveal any game-pertinent information. It will be noted in the write-up whether someone was Spiked. You may not order koloss to attack your own faction. You will learn a kandra's name if it is stolen with Flared zinc. You may not use koloss or kandra the same Night turn that they are bought.
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    Long Game 23: The Siege of Luthadel The Final Empire has fallen. Against all odds, a young Mistborn managed to kill the Lord Ruler, ending his reign of terror. But this has opened up a power vacuum in the city of Luthadel. The young Elend Venture has proclaimed himself emperor of a new empire, but you know that his reign will, inevitably, be cut short. You wish to be the one to topple this new empire, reestablishing it under your faction’s banner. To do so, you will have to defeat the other three factions that are also struggling to ascend to the throne. It is only through espionage, intrigue, and the majestic power of Allomancy that you will be able to control the city. But you’ve also heard rumors of a rogue Inquisitor wandering about Luthadel as well… The Game Allomancy Non-Allomancers Inquisitor and Spikes Boxings Order of Actions Quck Links Welcome to LG 23, everyone! This game will be co-GM’d by Gamma and I, and we’ll make sure that this game is as much of a hectic frenzy as possible! Due to the complexity of the game, I anticipate a lot of questions, so if you have any, please don’t hesitate to ask! (If you have a question during the game, it’s best to ask it either in-thread or in your game PM, rather than your faction doc.) There’s no limit on the number of players for this game; in fact, more players will make the game more fun! Sign-ups will conclude on Monday, June 27, at 9 PM EST.
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    Just thought of a brief concept for something that's a cross between a traditional elimination game and a free-for-all game. In this game, there are no roles at all, except that one player begins the game with an Oathstone, which effectively grants them 1 kill per cycle. If the player with the Oathstone is lynched, the Oathstone is randomly passed on to one of the players who voted to lynch them. The goal of the game is to be the last man standing (which basically means that you will need to have possession of the Oathstone at the end in order to win).
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    Clearly because I was forced to betray and murder the teammates I loved so dearly...
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    I'm surprised I've gotten as many votes as I have as well, considering that I haven't played in almost a year. I'll probably be back in about a month, though.
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    I have a bunch of projects coming up, so this will have to be my last turn for a while.
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    Work's starting to creep up on me, so I only have time for an action (or two) this turn.
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    "Bremin, I hate work," Elden sighed from behind a large pile of papers, his head in his hands. "I believe that many would share that sentiment, cousin," the man said, lounging on an armchair across from Elden. Elden picked up the top sheet of paper and looked it over. "Fine, then I despise work. I loathe work. I absolutely abhor work." "You've been reading my new book, I see?" Elden's cousin said, amused. Elden pulled out a pen. "I hate that book too. And why did you call it 'thesaurus'? It would make far more sense had you called it 'synonymous' or something." Bremin chuckled. "But you cannot deny that it is certainly helpful." "It is most certainly not helpful! Because of your stupid book, I have to read documents scattered with esoteric words that people think will 'enhance' their writing. All it does is make my life more difficult." "I'm afraid you can't stop progress, cousin." Elden put his pen aside and looked over his mound of papers at his cousin. "Progress? You call this progress? My dear cousin, this is not progress, this is simply novelty. Detestable novelty, at that." Bremin shrugged. "If you say so. But this thesaurus can bring the power of words to the common man." "To the skaa? Would you not have to first teach them how to actually read?" Bremin nodded. "As I said, progress." Elden turned back to his work. "Bah, enough of your scholarship, cousin. Such thoughts will only get you killed by the Steel Ministry." "Perhaps," Bremin said nonchalantly, rising from the armchair. "But think of this, cousin: do you wish to live in an endless cycle, seeing no progress? Because I have been reading up on hundreds of old documents, and they all point to the fact that there has been far less progress since the Lord Ruler has taken power. All that have occurred are wars that have accomplished nothing but the deaths of thousands of innocents. But if we were to educate the skaa, think about..." "Enough!" Elden shouted. "Spread your heretical notions elsewhere! I, for one, wish to keep my head attached to my spine." Bremin opened the study's door and left without a further word, leaving Elden with an ashmount of work to do.
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    Elden Gardre, the new Lord of the House, turned to one of his assistants. "Do you ever wonder, Barius, how our actions will be seen a thousand years from now?" Barius gave Elden Gardre a quizzical look. "Erm... Not really, no. After all, the Lord Ruler could easily erase all information about this era, if he wanted to." Elden Gardre sighed, looking out the window. "Yeah, you're right... still, I wonder what their lives will be like..."
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    Page 263 in the hardcover edition, last paragraph:
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    Aftermath: Honor is Dead (Special thanks to Shallan for most of the final part of this write-up.) The highstorm was long over by the time that Orlok and Nivina Odict marched through Dalinar’s warcamp in the waning light. Seavul Karlon, the courier and informant working for them, had seemingly disappeared long ago, without a trace. It certainly had made their work more difficult, but under the stern influence of Sadeas, they had persevered. Now, only four of the nobles stood between them and Dalinar. “I have convinced Brightlord Eradin and Brightness Elendel to flee the Shattered Plains,” Orlok spoke. “I personally watched their carriages go, so they should be no problem for us.” “And what of Mace and Sheon Idris?” Nivina asked. Orlok shook his head. “Too stubborn for their own good. Doubt that the king himself could get them to leave here if he asked them.” Nivina sighed. “Then we will have to exterminate them. You can go take on Mace, as you’ve just battled him last night, while I go for Brightlord Idris. Once I’m finished, I’ll go take on Dalinar himself.” “Good,” Orlok nodded. “I’ll go back to Sadeas’ warcamp after I’m done, and hopefully hear the good news.” Nivina nodded silently, and the two ran off in their own directions. ----- Orlok found Mace walking through the warcamp’s market, perusing through several crates of exotice fruit. Orlok walked up next to Mace and coughed subtly. Mace looked over at Orlok. “Ah, hello,” Mace said tersely, hefting his mace. “You here to kill me yet?” Orlok chuckled softly. “What do you mean? I am completely weapons-free, as you can see.” Mace leaned in to Orlok. “I know that it was you who attacked me last night,” he whispered. “Had the highstorm not messed with things, you’d be dead now.” “Oh, I doubt that,” Orlok spoke. Without any regard for the numerous spectators nearby, Orlok kicked Mace in the shin. The former-Shardbearer dropped his mace, falling to his knees. “Please,” Mace spoke, coughing. “This is madness. If you do work for Sadeas, then you should know better than to trust a slimy rat. Wasting the lives of his--” “Quiet!” Orlok yelled, angerspren pooling at his feet. “Your words will not save you, Brightlord. I’m sorry.” Without further thought, Orlok slammed the mace down, shattering Mace’s skull. Nearby, the market patrons were in a frenzy, running and screaming. Orlok knew he wouldn’t have much time left to live, but this was part of the contingency plan. All he had to do was… “Hello,” a cold voice spoke in Orlok’s ear, chilling him to the bone. “Rengar,” Orlok muttered, as if a curse. “I managed to glean a bit of information… forcefully, I’d say, from your informant, Seavul Karlon,” the ex-executioner said. “He was almost ready to betray you, can you believe that?” Rengar chuckled. “Unfortunately, I had to kill him, after exhausting all the information he had. Justice can’t be stopped, of course.” Orlok shivered in fear, but nevertheless looked smugly confident, as Rengar swiftly cut through his head. Orlok and his severed fell to the ground, next to the deformed body of Mace. Realization hit Rengar as he examined the smug look on the severed face of Orlok. He was just a diversion, Rengar thought, looking at the gathering crowd of people around him and running off before anyone could stop him. ----- Nivina Odict wore white on the day she was to kill a highprince. Of course, Dalinar Kholin had no idea what was about to occur. To him, she was just another artifabrian who assisted his brother’s wife. But to her, he would just be her latest victim. She walked into the feast room as normal, if anything could be normal with over two thirds of the nobles dead. Of course, that wasn’t all her work. Some had been “guarded” by her compatriot, Orlok. They had all met unfortunate… accidents while under his watch. And of course Wannan and Seavul had aided them. But Wannan was dead, Seavul as good as, and Orlok off “guarding” Mace. Nivina was pleased she had managed that much. She had always wondered if she could kill someone who knew what they were doing. Not like the pathetic Brightlords, artifabrians, and even guardsmen that she dealt with on a nightly occurrence. No, this one would be a challenge. The Blackthorn. The man who united Alethar. With Sadeas, of course. But still, to have forced the unity of eight other squabbling highprinces? That was no small feat. She continued, but instead of turning aside to talk with the other nobles, she headed straight toward the man himself. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” It was Sheon Idris. Nivina had liked him, but he was entirely too discerning as of late. He had even asked if she was a conspirator! Imagine that! It was too bad, though, that this had to happen. She held her freehand out to her side and concentrated. One. Two. Three. Four. Sheon reached her. “Nivina! Are you all right? You don’t look good.” Five. Six. Seven. “Fool.” she said. “I didn’t want to do this, but-“ Eight. Nine. “Do what? What are you talk-“ Ten. Nivina swung her hand up and the Shardblade materialized in front of Sheon’s chest. He stopped talking, and immediately fainted in surprise. Nivina pointed her Shardblade down at the Brightlord's throat, then sighed. Sheon was out cold, and wouldn't be a threat to her anytime soon. However, Dalinar had noticed. She had thought that he wouldn’t react so quickly, but she supposed his soldier’s reflexes would kick in. They couldn’t hope to do anything against a Shardbearer. Perhaps Adolin, but he was off with one of his girlfriends. What a pity. As Dalinar shouted for his guards, he mirrored her earlier motion and began to summon his own Blade. But, just as Nivina had planned, the guards never arrived. Brightness Katara and Badhab Eony would have been there immediately, but she had already killed them. And the last of them, Orlok, had other duties to perform. His Blade finally materialized, more slowly than she had thought it would. Maybe he didn’t think she was a threat. If so, he would be dead wrong shortly. She brought up the Blade in an overhead sweep. He blocked it, but strained. Years of work had brought Nivina to this point, and she knew exactly how to deal with Dalinar. He was about to do a backhand… yes, there it was. She knocked it away and countered where his defense was weakest- at his left leg. Movement flashed from behind Nivina, and something slammed into her before she could strike. Her Shardblade immediately dissipated as Dalinar rose, nodding to the newcomer. Rengar stood over Nivina, pressing a foot against her back, preventing her from moving, and, with her limited reach, preventing her from summoning her Shardblade effectively. Rengar raised his sword, but Dalinar motioned the ex-executioner to stop. "Give me your Shardblade," Dalinar said to Nivina without emotion. Rengar released the pressure from his foot, allowing Nivina to unbond her Shardblade, the silvery sword coming to rest on the floor beside her. Normally, she would rather die than give up a Shardblade to a man such as Dalinar, but in this case, her death would just give him the Blade anyway. Dalinar picked up the Blade gingerly, nodding to himself. "You performed admirably, adversary," Dalinar admitted to Nivina, "and you have revealed that I am no longer the man I once was. The Blackthorn." Dalinar paused, wincing at the thought of his past. "Despite your efforts, I will not have you executed. Perhaps, once, I would have, but now... I do not think so. I will, unfortunately, have to get you placed into prison for quite a while, for acts such as yours cannot go unpunished." Rengar picked up Nivina, who struggled in vain, and carried her off, leaving Dalinar to think about the deaths that had come in the past few weeks. They had been due to him, in a way. But he'd have to overcome his weakness. Strength before weakness, he thought to himself, quoting a line from a book he had just begun reading, before going into his study to think. Mace was assassinated! He was a Noble Brightlord! Sheon Idris was “killed” by the conspirators! He was a Noble Brightlord! The game is over, and the Conspirators have won (sort of)! (Like QF2, I had to be evil and not let you outright kill Dalinar! ) Nevertheless, congratulations, and well done to all! As usual, here are the game docs: Game Spreadsheet (Has 2 tabs) Conspirator Doc Dead Doc Spectator Doc Player List:
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    The turn is over! Write-up coming soon.
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    Just under 2 hours left to go!
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    Night 13: The End of All Days To the more devout amongst Dalinar’s warcamp, the Stormfather was probably rather upset right now. Windspren danced in the ferocious wind of the highstorm, and rocks tossed about in the angry torrent. The rain coated everything with a thin layer of crem, and the sheer amount of rain made visibility outside practically impossible. It was, it had to be said, one of the most powerful of highstorms. The stormwardens had predicted a highstorm today, but it was to come late in the evening, after sunset. However, it hadn’t even been midday by the time the roiling clouds came in on the horizon, and all scrambled for shelter. Only the foolish would let themselves get caught in a highstorm. ----- Rengar stood in an alcove outside, the strong wind and rain buffeting against his back. He’d have to get a new shirt after this, and probably spend several hours inside next to a warm fireplace. But that was for later. Justice couldn’t wait. Rengar sized up the building he was leaning up against. It was Bortholemew’s house, the site of the man’s ambush roughly a week ago. Normally, Rengar would think that attack enough evidence to find the man innocent, but the conspirators hadn’t even found the reason to attack him again, after trying to get to him the first time. And something was off about the man. He had rarely shown up to the daily meetings, if at all. There had to be something else that he was up to. While Rengar no longer had his sword to bash through the window, he did have his fists. The former executioner stumbled through the window, twisting painfully through the shattered glass to fit his entire enormous body through. Thankfully, he found a fireplace inside, along with a bearded man sitting down on a wooden chair, staring into space. Rengar paused. “Have you finally come?” Bortholemew asked, not even looking at the intruder. “I was honestly starting to think that you never would.” Rengar coughed, water droplets dripping off of his utterly soaked garments. “You are under arrest, servant of Sadeas,” Rengar announced, pointing a shivering finger towards Bortholemew. Bortholemew finally turned toward Rengar, recognizing the sound of the voice. “What? You!” Bortholemew’s eyebrows creased in anger. “You cannot kill me, evildoer.” “I believe that I will prove the contrary,” Rengar spoke haughtily, walking over to the fireplace. “It is a bit chilly outside, and I would like some extra warmth in here, you know.” Bortholemew rose from his chair, pointing at Rengar. “Don’t you dare.” Rengar picked up a flaming log from the fireplace and hurled it at Bortholemew. The man screamed, his beard catching on fire. “My beard, my beard! My wondrous beard!” Bortholemew tried to put out the fire, but only accomplished in dropping the flaming log, setting the room’s rug alight. Bortholemew yelled for help as Rengar stood in front of the window he had broken. Rengar looked back at the burning man, and suddenly felt something that he’d never felt before. Was that… guilt? The burning of Bortholemew suddenly seemed so cruel and evil. The rain from the highstorm outside splashed against Rengar’s face, and the thought washed away. Justice is done, he thought proudly, jumping back into the highstorm. Vote Tally Bortholemew the Blind (4): Sheon Idris, Mace, Nivina Odict, Orlok Nivina Odict (1): Night Vote Bortholemew the Blind was executed! He was a Noble Brightlord! Night 13 has begun! PMs are now closed, and the turn will end in 23 hours and 45 minutes. Good luck!
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    Time's up! Write-up coming shortly.
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    Just under 2 hours left! (Also, Venture Mistborn, you still haven't changed your vote color, if you want that to count.)
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    An extension has been requested! The Day will now end in just over 25 hours from now.
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    A little over 2 hours left! (Unless an extension is requested.)
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    You need to put your vote in red for it to count.
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    Day 12: All is Shattered Patch rode into Dalinar’s warcamp by carriage, arriving just after nightfall. Exhaustionspren flew in the air above him as he reached his destination. “Thanks,” he told the carriage driver, throwing him a sphere. “Much has gone on during your absence,” the carriage driver said, shaking his head. “You were foolish to have stayed away for so long.” Patch raised an eyebrow at the carriage driver as he hopped off. I just gave you a decent tip, pal, he thought, glaring at the strange driver. No need to insult me like that. The carriage driver went off in a hurry, leaving Patch in the middle of Dalinar’s warcamp, near a row of barracks. The two weeks he had spent away from the Shattered Plains he had found pleasurable, but the note he’d received from one of his fellow nobles halfway through his escape had convinced him to turn back. Now he thought himself a coward for abandoning his friends here. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” someone spoke from behind Patch. Patch jumped, whirling around to see a cloaked figure. “What? Who are--?” A Shardblade appeared in the figure’s hand, condensation dripping off of the Blade in the nighttime darkness. The figure wasted no time in advancing on Patch and striking. Patch instantly recognized the threat and tumbled below the Shardblade, rolling to a halt away from the Shardbearer. The Shardbearer, clearly not in a mood for such antics, charged towards Patch like a crazed whitespine and slashed at Patch. Guess I chose a bad day to return, Patch sighed, barely lurching out of the Shardblade, the Blade tearing a hole in his shirt. Patch stumbled for a second, and dashed towards one of the barracks, hoping that there’d be some soldiers inside to help him. “HELP!” he shouted, the Shardbearer etching into the barrack’s stone wall. Patch hung against the wall as the Shardbearer came forth and stabbed at him. The limp form of Patch collapsed, and the Shardbearer took off before he was spotted. ----- Mace looked at his glorious giant mace in awe as someone smashed through his window. “Hands up!” the assassin shouted in a circle of starlight coming from outside, pointing a long dagger towards Mace. “Your days are over, conspirator!” “I think not, murderer,” Mace countered, walking into the light and revealing the set of Shardplate he was wearing. The assassin stifled a laugh. “There’s supposed to be a highstorm tomorrow, you know. Your Plate is practically useless.” “Better than no armor at all, I think,” Mace said with a small smile, raising his mace. “You are the one who made the mistake, I believe.” “Nevertheless,” the assassin spoke, “I will stand firm, for you have already slaughtered many.” “You’re the one who came into my home at night to try to attack me!” Mace shouted angrily. “Only a conspirator would do that!” The assassin narrowed their eyes. “I’m tired of this conversation.” With that, the two clashed, parrying and striking with their odd combination of weapons. “You know,” the assassin said, stabbing at Mace’s Plate before sidestepping to avoid his mace, “a mace is a rather cumbersome weapon against an enemy without armor.” “Oh, of course,” Mace said, swinging his mace towards the assassin’s skull. “Because I completely expected to be attacked in the middle of the night. Obviously.” “You’re wearing Shardplate!” the assassin countered, making a long sweeping attack with the knife, glancing off of the Shardplate’s knee joint. “I like to be safe,” Mace frowned, flailing the mace about to keep the assassin at bay. “Is that a problem?” “No!” the assassin said, though the assassin clearly was having a problem with Mace’s Plate at the moment. “It just proves my point! You expected to be attacked!” “It was a contingency plan,” Mace elaborated, accidentally swinging his mace into a priceless vase and shattering it. “And I happened to be right. Is that a problem?” “Bah, I give up!” the assassin said, striking at the Plate’s chestpiece and shattering it. “I can’t win an argument and fight at the same time, I’ll admit.” “Clearly,” Mace groaned, gritting his teeth. He swung the mace one last time, and it connected with the assassin’s leg. Mace hefted the mace and ran off, before the assassin could return to their senses. Patch was killed by the conspirators! He was a Noble Brightlord! Mace was assassinated, but survived with Shardplate! Nivina Odict received an extra vote today! Day 12 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 45 minutes. PMs are open again. Good luck! Player List
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    Night 12: Vanishing Act Redux Maggus emerged from his long gauntlet of dark underground corridors straight into one of the deep chasms at the edge of the Shattered Plains. It was daybreak, though from this far down, he was completely shadowed from the sun. “Ah, storms,” he cursed. “Forgot where this led to. Guess I’ll have to find… the magic rope.” Maggus turned around to see a rope in front of the chasm wall, leading up to the surface above. He stretched, flexing his arms. “This’ll take a bit of time,” he sighed, grabbing onto the rope and heaving himself upwards. ----- “Where is Maggus?” Sheon Idris demanded. “He was just here yesterday, so he should be here by now today!” “I don’t know,” Vin Elendel said, frowning. “Couldn’t he just be running late?” “We promised to meet here an hour ago!” Sheon Idris said indignantly. “I agree,” Nivina Odict said, crossing her arms. “He could be having some secret meetings during the night.” “But why would he?” Orlok countered. “The conspirators didn’t even attempt to kill anyone yesterday.” “True,” Nivina admitted. Dalinar watched the proceedings, nodding slowly. Inside, though, he was greatly troubled. Ten left, he thought. And only a fraction of those have the heart to care. How will these conspirators be defeated? He slowly let out a breath he had been holding. Does anyone really care anymore? The remaining nobles paused. A single anticipationspren, like a red streamer whipping through the wind, blew around them. It would appear that they would have to wait for Maggus to arrive before questioning him. But then they heard a loud groan coming from the direction of the Shattered Plains. The nobles looked at each other for a second, then to Dalinar, and then rushed over to the edge of the nearest chasm. A rope was tied to the cliff face here, and Maggus was slowly inching his way to the top. “Erm, what are you doing there?” Orlok shouted down. “I am putting on a great act,” he puffed. “A great feat! I shall escape from this pit of despair, and out into the light!” “Yes, but why are you there in the first place?” “Did you not just hear me?” Maggus frowned, gesturing. “I put myself down here on purpose! It’s a great vanishing act, of a sort!” Dalinar sighed. “Alright, help the poor man get out of there.” “Wait! I don’t need help!” Maggus shouted, pointing upwards. “You’ll--” Maggus suddenly lost his balance and tumbled from the rope, falling downwards. “No!” he screamed, falling. “This is not the final vanishing act I was expecting!” Vote Tally Maggus (3): Sheon Idris, Nivina Odict, Orlok Sheon Idris (1): Vin Elendel Vin Elendel (1): Night Vote Maggus was "executed"! He was a Noble Brightlord! Night 12 has begun! PMs are now closed, and the turn will end in 23 hours and 44 minutes. Good luck! Player List (due to the sig restrictions, I'm going to have to put this here now)
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    35 minutes left! EDIT: Time's up!
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    I'm automatically extending the cycle by 24 hours because I will be busy tonight. I would apologize for the inconvenience, but it appears as though this extension would probably be helpful anyway.
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    Day 11: The Vanishing Act Maggus knew he was being followed. He liked to think that it was a secret trick deep within the depths of the magician’s handbook that gave them the power to know when someone was following him, but in this case, he knew because he saw the figure with his own eyes. From his magician’s intuition (and not the fact that almost twenty of his fellow lighteyes had been killed), he felt that this figure meant to do him harm. Perhaps they would try to perform the Ultimate Disappearance Act on him, banishing him from the physical world. Maggus had read that such a thing was rather painful. No matter, Maggus thought with glee. I shall make haste to my homestead, and grab my magic cloak. Nodding to himself, Maggus jogged homeward (in a dignified manner, of course), with the shadowed figure in stealthy pursuit. This fine fellow, Maggus thought, dashing through the warcamps to his homestead, or lady, perhaps, appears to enjoy the art of concealment. Of smoke and mirrors! Perhaps if they were in a better mood, I would give them a few pointers from an old pro. Maggus chuckled, rounding a corner and rushing towards his home. Without hesitation, Maggus slammed through his door (which he kept unlocked) and barred it, before making his way to his magician’s room. The room glistened from the light of all ten of the polestones, shedding ten different shades of color onto the walls of the rotund room. In the center, the lights from the gemstones combined to make a great white light, on which his magic cloak lay. The “magic cloak” was actually the chestplate of a piece of Shardplate, along with its right gauntlet. Maggus had found the rest of the pieces relatively useless, and sold them off for a few hundred emerald broams. Who even cared about the boots of a set of Shardplate? Apparently, someone with a large sum of spheres did. Maggus slipped on the Shardplate within a minute, which was far faster than any other Shardbearers he knew. Of course, most of the Shardbearers in Dalinar’s warcamp were now either deprived of their Plate, or dead. Maggus shivered, slipping his singular gauntlet onto his right hand. A loud crash emanated from outside of the magician’s room. Not friendly, Maggus decided, opening the room’s door with a flourish of his gloved hand. The figure stood in the hallway next to Maggus, clearly surprised by his grand entrance. Wasting no time, Maggus twirled his left hand in the air. He then slammed his right fist, with the gauntlet on it, into the assassin. Misdirection, Maggus smiled. He fell for that like an amateur. The assassin rolled with the blow, taking out a long blade as they regained their balance several steps away from Maggus. Nevertheless, a hit from a piece of Shardplate hurt, and the assassin faltered as they put up their sword. Maggus yawned, tipping a large bucket that was situated over the assassin’s head. A pile of glitter floated down onto the assassin, and soon after, Maggus’s fist. “Out with you, I say!” Maggus shouted at the assassin. “I banish thee! Go flee! Go! Shoo!” The assassin looked more irritated than anything else, and after taking a moment to recover, lashed out at Maggus’s feet. Maggus quickly brought down his right arm to block the attack, but the assassin then stabbed at his shoulder joint, causing some stormlight to leak out of the Plate’s gems. “How dare you!” Maggus shouted. The assassin continued to attack that joint, causing the stormlight in Maggus’s right arm to settle into the shoulder joint. “Great!” Maggus shouted. “Now I can’t move my arm! Time for a vanishing act, I think…” Maggus pulled a string from above, releasing the floor beneath him. “Aha!” Maggus shouted as he fell… onto a bed of spikes. His Shardplate shattered almost instantly. “Gah, I thought I removed the spikes last week!” Maggus complained. “Bah, I’ll be back! Bwahahaha!” Maggus’s voice echoed giddily as he journeyed down a dark corridor. The assassin sighed, clearly not willing to make the journey into that dark, spiked room, and whatever lay beyond. Maggus was attacked by an assassin, but survived with Shardplate! Vin Elendel received an extra vote today! Day 11 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 45 minutes. PMs are now open. Good luck!
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