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Night 7: Pros and Cons The remaining lighteyes were getting exhausted. A lot had happened since yesterday evening, beginning with Wannan’s confession and public execution, and the mysterious death of an ardent and guard during the night, one of which involved the burning down of a house. Perhaps even more odd was the presence of a man named Maggus, who had apparently taken Em-son-of-none’s place, as the shin orphan was nowhere to be found. Indeed, there were plenty of mysteries on the nobles’ minds today. “What kind of person could burn down someone’s house like that, andeven kill an ardent?” Nivina Odict asked, crossing her arms. The look of displeasure on her face could’ve driven away joyspren in a heartbeat. “I believe that the records indicate that Badhab Eony did it during the night,” Eradin replied. “And that he was then pushed into the chasm by the conspirators." “Bah, what do the records know?” countered Bortholemew. “I think that Cleo was behind it all. She’s been pretty suspicious, just sharpening her knives the whole time. I mean, who even does that, besides someone like Sadeas? Cleo snorted, not even looking up at Bortholemew. “I could easily say the same things about you. After all, you’ve been pretty quiet. What secrets could you be keeping?” “Stop trying to deflect the argument,” Efrihm frowned. “There’s something off about you, Cleo, that makes me think that you have some other interest in mind.” Cleo threw her knife right beside Efrihm’s ear, with inhuman precision. Efrihm’s eyes widened, and he pointed angrily at Cleo. “What are you doing?” “Surviving,” Cleo said, gritting her teeth. With that, she spun and took off, in search of Kae. “After her!” Bortholemew shouted. “Either she’s a conspirator, or she’s just plain crazy!” The other nobles silently agreed as they chased down Cleo -- in a dignified fashion, of course. Sheon Idris and Mace decided to go by horse and took off ahead. Rengar, the executioner, did likewise. Eventually, the nobles -- horse-mounted and otherwise -- managed to surround Cleo, trapping her in an alleyway, between two taverns. “Enough of this foolishness!” Rengar shouted, dismounting from his horse and advancing towards Cleo with his gargantuan sword. He pointed the sword at Cleo’s neck. “Your plot ends now.” Cleo only grunted in response, but leapt forward and grabbed Rengar’s sword with both hands and attempting to wrench it out of his hands. While the sword wouldn’t budge, Rengar was unable to swing the sword, with Cleo still attached to it. From behind, several of the nobles advanced upon Cleo, blocking any chance of escape. Mace stepped forward with his signature giant mace, ready to bash it into Cleo’s skull. As Mace raised his weapon, Cleo kicked out to the side, slamming Mace into the ground. Rengar seized the opportunity and used all of his strength to send Cleo to the ground, causing her to tumble and let go of the sword. “It ends now,” he whispered, slicing across Cleo’s neck. Suddenly, Cleo’s form changed, somehow becoming that of a male. “It’s Kae!” someone shouted. “That’s the person she’s working with!” Kae stood up, apparently uninjured, and laughed. “Ah, the art of a con is magnificent, isn’t it?” “Where is Cleo?” Rengar roared, hauling Kae up by his neck, and lifting him off the ground. Angerspren bubbled around his feet. “Tell me!” “She’s probably on another planet by now,” Kae said, gasping. “Yeah, right,” Rengar growled, throwing him to the ground with all of his might. Then, he turned to the nobles. “Scour the warcamps until you find Cleo! Search the entire Shattered Plains if you have to! Just bring her back here, dead or alive! Got it?” ----- That evening, Draela Heb found the lifeless body of Cleo in a tavern in Sebarial’s warcamp. She appeared uninjured, but she seemed most certainly dead, cold to the touch. Must have been poison, Draela thought, shivering before walking back to Dalinar’s warcamp to give them the news. Vote Tally Cleo (2): Bortholemew the Blind, Efrihm Arilir (1): Mace Orlok (1): Nivina Odict Eradin (1): Arilir Vin Elendel (1): Eradin Cleo was executed! She was a Noble Con Artist! Night 7 has begun! The turn will end in 23 hours. Good luck!
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Time's up! The write-up might be a little late tonight.
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Alright, the cycle has now been extended by 24 hours. Good luck!
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Day 6: Treachery Mortago slipped the soulcaster off of his hand, glancing at the foundation of a building that he and several other ardents had helped to soulcast during the night. Soulcasting was always a secretive operation, and with the rise in deaths in Dalinar’s warcamps lately, Mortago found himself cautious. So many dead, Mortago thought to himself, shaking his head in the darkness. Is it war, or the competition of men that kills us more? Mortago looked up at the night sky, as if seeking guidance from the Almighty himself. He received no response. A light danced in the corner of Mortago’s eye. He blinked, assuming it to be a spren. However, the light persisted, glowing and burning in rage. “A fire,” Mortago breathed. Without a second thought, he rushed towards it. Perhaps there are some survivors. While it generally made sense that ardents could not use their fabrials on humans, in this instance, it could be potentially useful. Of course, Mortago didn’t know how to use a soulcaster to heal flesh anyway, so he’s have to hope that any survivors were not in a critical state. As Mortago approached, he spotted a cloaked figure running away from the scene. Was that one of the conspirators? Unfortunately, there was no way to get a closer look at them, as they were running away far too quickly for Mortago to catch up. Plus, he had a feeling that the closer he was to one of them, the less likely his chances of surviving the night were. The building was in a shambles when Mortago reached it, fire burning through some of its upper crossbeams. It was primed for collapse at any moment. Almighty, give me strength, Mortago pleaded, entering the burning building. Mortago almost stepped on someone as he entered. A darkeyed woman, coughing and groaning loudly. Crouching down low to avoid the smoke, Mortago pulled on the woman’s arm, taking her out of the building. Then, he rushed back in, looking for more survivors. A darkeyed man, about 35 years of age, sat slumped in the middle of a side room. The man’s skin was charred, firespren dancing around him. He was dead. “Almighty,” Mortago gasped at the carnage, accidentally breathing in smoke and coughing. He continued on to the next room, hearing an audible creak in the ceiling above. This room -- a kitchen, by the looks of it -- had no bodies. I need to get out. I’ve done the best I can. Reluctantly, Mortago retraced his steps back towards the front door, the house beginning to collapse behind him. He leapt out of the front doorway as it completely collapsed, a flaming wooden plank crashing to the ground beside Mortago’s feet. The ardent yelped, jumping back from the fire. Mortago looked on as the building burned, the flames reaching higher and higher. Dozens -- hundreds -- of flamespren gathered around the fire, flickering with their own reddish glow. A force abruptly pushed the ardent from behind, and he tumbled into the conflagration. Mortago screamed, trying to push off from the rubble to see who had attacked him. “No! Almighty, no!” Mortago looked upon his attacker, and in a moment of terror, identified the face. “It is what had to be done,” his attacker said, watching the ardent struggle to escape from the flames. The murderer turned away, leaving Mortago to meet his fate. ----- Badhab Eony had done a bad thing. A very bad thing. He’d killed someone. No, he’d killed several people. But most importantly, he'd killed the very man he was supposed to guard. “Well done, Brightlord Eony,” a voice spoke from beside him. Badhab reeled back in fear, almost expecting the spirit of Mortago to be haunting him. Of course, in that case, he’d doubt the spirit of Mortago would be congratulating him. The person who had spoken, completely covered in a black cloak, continued. “Your murder of that traitorous ardent was excellently executed. While I personally wouldn’t have used such a large, bright fire to kill him, it nevertheless served its purpose. However, to work with us, you must remember that we enjoy working in the dark.” Badhab cast a sidelong glance at the cloaked figure, and the two walked stormward, towards the Shattered Plains. Was it the right choice to join these conspirators? He wasn’t sure. But he’d just killed an ardent, a servant of the Almighty, so he really had no choice now. “I, thank you,” Badhab said, not a hint of joy in his voice. He’d already betrayed Aladar, would he now betray Dalinar too? Were any of the highprinces really “better” than the others? “Thanks to Dalinar’s plan, we’ve ended up short a member or two in our little conspiracy. Sadeas finds himself without the support he wishes. I have told him that you would make a fine addition to our team. So far, you haven’t proven me wrong.” Badhab nodded, unconvinced. “However, don’t get cocky.” The cloaked conspirator pointed a finger in Badhab’s face. “Sadeas doesn’t take kindly to those who are against him, you see, and if you even think about sabotaging us, he will find you, and make sure an… accident occurs.” Badhab gulped, attempting to regain his composure. The image of Mortago, burning, his eyes widening as he realized the betrayal, lingered in his mind. “Can you… remind me why Mortago was a prime target?” The conspirator nodded. “He was an ardent with… dangerous thoughts. A mind unfit for the ardentia. By killing him, you will have returned order.” Liar, Badhab immediately thought. That is not even the same reason they told me earlier. However, he kept silent, and nodded slowly. The two of them stopped at the nearest chasm to Dalinar’s warcamp. It was only a minor crack in the ground, far narrower and shallower than the main ones of the Shattered Plains. Nevertheless, a fall from this height could easily be fatal. This isn’t right, Badhab decided. He stealthily took a knife out of his left pocket, on the side away from the cloaked conspirator. The conspirator suddenly twisted Badhab’s arm, slamming him to the ground. “This,” the conspirator said, “was a test of faith. Frankly, I’m surprised that you tried to pull a dagger on me than to try and push me into the obvious chasm below.” Badhab stood up, immediately extending his knife towards the conspirator. The conspirator easily dodged the attack, rolling and sweeping their legs out towards Badhab’s own. Badhab lost his balance, nearly falling into the chasm, but hanging onto the cliff face with his fingertips. A Shardblade appeared in the conspirator’s hands, and they swung it through Badhab’s fingers. They immediately turned gray, unclenching from the cliff face. Badhab gasped as he fell to his doom. Mortago was assassinated! He was a Noble Ardent! Badhab Eony was killed by the Conspirators! He was a Noble Guardsman! Nobody received an extra vote today. Day 6 begins now and will end in 24 hours. PMs are now open, and the player list in my signature will be updated shortly. Good luck!
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59 minutes left until the Night is over! Edit: Time's up!
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Yes, everyone has a role in this game.
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Night 6: Mortal Terror “Well, time to face my mortality again,” Wannan sighed. Dalinar still seemed rather surprised at his confession, but nonetheless motioned for Adolin to stand. His son complied, subtly putting his hand forward to summon his Shardblade. Ten heartbeats, Wannan thought. That’s all I have left to live. Three, four… Dalinar put a hand on Wannan’s shoulder. Five… “I appreciate what you did, Brightlord Wannan.” Six, seven… “I only wish that there were more men who had the honor that you now showed.” Eight, nine… “Nevertheless, I shall have to make a display of you. Adolin, take Brightlord Wannan with you. The nobles will need to see this themselves, to renew their strength.” Adolin’s Shardblade coalesced and immediately disappeared, leaving a number of water droplets in its wake. Ten, Wannan breathed out. Storms, I don’t know if this is worse or not. Adolin harshly yanked Wannan by the sleeve, mumbling something along the lines of, “I knew this was Sadeas’ doing.” ----- “I have gathered you all here tonight to witness the execution of one of those who dared to conspire against me.” Dalinar gestured to Wannan, who was bound upon a tall platform. Adolin stood next to him, his hand at his side, ready to summon his Shardblade at a moment’s notice. “One of Sadeas’s conspirators, right?” Rengar shouted from the crowd, and some of the lighteyes gave him scowls. Wannan wondered why the executioner was even allowed in here, being a darkeyes and all. “So he claims,” Dalinar frowned, “but I am not so convinced. Regardless, with your support, we have managed to find and capture another conspirator. With your unity and courage, I am sure that you will be able to find the others quickly, and put an end to them before they become a great threat.” Some of the lighteyes frowned. Clearly, most of them thought that the conspirators already were a great threat. “Enough with this!” Rengar growled. “Just kill him already!” Interesting, Wannan thought to himself. That madman seems awfully inclined towards justice. Too bad I cannot warn Taravangian of this Skybreaker candidate. “Fair enough,” Dalinar sighed, frowning briefly at Rengar. “Adolin, will you please do the honors?” Adolin nodded. He must have known his father was going to say this beforehand, as the Shardblade instantly materialized in his hand, dripping with condensation. The sun, at the lowest point on the horizon, glinted off of its surface. Wannan sucked in a breath as Adolin drew the Shardblade back. Deathspren crawled around him, inky and black, with many legs. They had red eyes, a terrible sign of things to come. Red eyes. Wannan coughed, and words suddenly ran off of his tongue, without thought. “They come! The red eyes of the night! They will consume all, leaving only darkness in their wake! Brace for the storm that will last forever!” Many of the lighteyes looked on in shock, as Wannan fell to the ground in terror. A Death Rattle! Why did this have to happen to me? Adolin recovered from his shock, and rammed his Shardblade down into Wannan’s spine. The execution was done. But it raised more than a few questions. Vote Tally Wannan (7): Sheon Idris, Nivina Odict, Orlok, Eradin, Efrihm, Klanal, Mortago Arilir (1): Caesarae Nivina Odict (1): Wannan Caesarae (1): Arilir Eradin (1): Draela Heb Wannan was executed! He was a Conspirator Brightlord! Night 6 has begun! The turn will end in 23 hours and 18 minutes. Good luck!
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The day is done!
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90 minutes to go!
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Nah, that's just to enhance the ambiance.
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Day 5: The Stormwall The sun lazily fell below the horizon, cloaking the warcamps in the shroud of darkness. The few who were outside might have noticed a number of windspren dancing through the air, formless ribbons of light. An endless expanse of stars spread across the sky, with a few starspren zipping around each other. Had there not been a highstorm coming, it might’ve been a beautiful night. Norlav looked out his window at the highstorm slowly creeping towards the warcamps. It wasn’t safe out here in the Shattered Plains, but that was a fact that, unlike many of his fellow nobles, he had learned years before. A few people feared the highstorms, but Norlav now considered them useful. Nobody would dare kill another soul with a highstorm looming, waiting to strike at any minute. Tap, tap, tap. One of the windows in Norlav’s study rattled. Huh, odd, he thought. The highstorm hasn’t even started yet… Norlav returned to his desk, a number of secretive documents that he’d… borrowed… spread across it. They had been messages that he’d copied from memory, sent between a number of the lighteyes. Norlav wasn’t technically a lighteyes, as many knew. He was heterochromatic, which put him in an odd position. Nevertheless, due to his honor and courage helping Dalinar during the War of Unification, the Blackthorn himself had given him an honorary full lighteyed status. After that, some of the lighteyes began indignantly whispering that next, Dalinar would start giving darkeyes full lighteyed status. Interesting, Norlav thought, turning his attention back to the papers. Looks like… Tap, tap, tap. The window rattled again with a rhythmic beat. Norlav stood up to discern the source of the noise, then decided against it. Just the approaching highstorm, he thought. There’s a lot of mischievous windspren out there anyway. With that, Norlav sat back down. Tap, tap, tap. The sound now seemed louder, more urgent. Outside, the stormwall neared, a cloud of dust and rain flying across the Shattered Plains. It looked like it would crash into the warcamps any second now. Something immediately shimmered outside of the window for a second, light from inside his study glinting off a watery surface. The object immediately rammed straight through the window, shattering the glass into millions of fragments. A cloaked body followed, billowing in the wind. Storms, Norlav cursed, looking from the Shardbearer on the floor to the shattered window. The highstorm will be here any second! The cloaked Shardbearer got to their feet, immediately running out of the room and slamming the study’s door shut. Norlav frowned, immediately chasing after the Shardbearer. Wait, no, it must be a trap, Norlav thought as he reached for the door. A ferocious blast abruptly shook Norlav to the core. The stormwall swept through the shattered window, completely soaking the desk’s papers and shoving them against the far wall. The wind immediately bashed into Norlav, and crem, rocks, and rain pummeled his body. Norlav reached to open the door, enduring the objects pounding against him. He pushed against it, only to find that the door wouldn’t budge. The conspirator had blocked it off. “Storms!” Norlav swore over the rushing sound of wind in his ears. “I will not be killed this way!” However, after a quick glance of the room, he realized that there was nothing to get behind. He couldn’t hide from the storm. He was trapped in his own house. Norlav growled, wincing as a large rock hit his stomach. I’ve survived worse than this. Well, maybe not, but I won’t die here! With that, he slowly crept along the edge of the study, trying to reach the wall that the shattered window was on. The wind wouldn’t be blowing there, hopefully, so he’d be safe. Either that, or… The wind suddenly died down, and the rain now barely hit Norlav’s feet. The stormwall had passed. Unfortunately, Norlav was heavily bruised and injured. Where did that medical kit go? Norlav thought, trying to claw his way across the wall to get to a better position to see the wreckage of the room. There, he thought, finding the kit under a pile of books. The door, now to Norlav’s left, burst open, revealing the Shardbearer, their cloak billowing in the highstorm’s wind. “Convenient method of injury,” the Shardbearer chuckled, looking at Norlav’s body, which was bleeding profusely. Painspren, like small orange hands, reached up from drops of blood on the ground. Norlav backed up, then ran over to the medical kit. There’s a knife in there. I can… Norlav stopped, suddenly realizing the situation he was in. A knife against a Shardblade? Norlav fumbled with the kit, his hands shaking, as the Shardbearer strode forward. “Got it!” The medical kit opened up, and Norlav retrieved the pocket knife from it. The Shardbearer cocked their head amusedly, and promptly sliced their Blade through Norlav’s spine. The rain and wind buffeted against Norlav’s limp form as the conspirator left the study. Norlav was killed by the Conspirators! He was a Noble Courier! Nobody received an extra vote today. Day 5 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 22 minutes. PMs are now open, and the player list will be updated shortly. Good luck!
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The turn is over!
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1 hour and 49 minutes left!
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Night 5: Storm’s Approach “A highstorm is approaching!” a stormwarden announced, rushing up to Dalinar and the gathered nobles. Most of them immediately turned to the horizon over the Shattered Plains, indeed noting the hint of a stormwall. Dalinar nodded to the stormwarden, then turned his attention back to the gathered nobles, who stood silently in a clearing just outside of Dalinar’s warcamp. Some shifted their feet, avoiding Dalinar’s gaze. Others feigned a cough. All of them were quite aware that the Blackthorn was upset. Dalinar breathed in. Be calm, he thought to himself. Calm, but stern. “I do not think I need to remind you,” Dalinar spoke, “that you’ve managed to kill two innocent men, and attempted to kill an innocent brightlady.” Dalinar paused, surveying the crowd of worried faces. “I cannot allow such mistakes to happen again. Already, rumors have spread throughout the warcamps, about me. You know your mission; I want results, not a meaningless slaughter.” Many of the gathered nobles nodded. None of them would want to upset a Highprince. And since they already had… well, it’d be time to get on his good side again. Dalinar and several members of his guard left, leaving the nobles to decide their fates. Norlav sighed. “Alright, where are we going to go with this? Personally, I’d like to know what’s up with Efrihm recently. I think he’s been acting a little fidgety.” “Kipper spoke to me before he died,” Caesarae said. “He mentioned that we should all take up arms against Arilir. I think I agree with that sentiment.” Many of the other nobles frowned, shifting cautiously. “Kipper?” Wannan asked nervously. “The man was a murderer!” “An assassin,” Caesarae corrected. “I don’t know,” Mortago frowned. “I feel like we’re focusing on those who’ve been around here a lot, when there are a lot of people that could be slipping around behind the scenes. Like Bortholomew, for instance.” Bortholomew looked up in shock, stroking his beard. He shrugged, as if that were all that needed to be said. “Wannan’s been railing against Mortago for a while,” Nivina Odict said. “I wonder why he’s suddenly stopped?” “Hmm,” Klanal nodded, eying the Diagrammist suspiciously. “I think that he’s our best lead at the moment. Should we kill him?” “No?” Wannan pleaded. “I think this is the problem, though. We’re all acting too quickly, and that’s what led to the deaths of Seixa and Mallan. Maybe we should take a day off to rest, and sleep on it.” Unsurprisingly, many of the brightlords and ladies found this idea pleasing. “Well, I do enjoy a good nap.” “Work is always difficult anyway.” “Don’t want to sleep through a highstorm having sweat through the day. That’s a bad omen.” Wannan, Efrihm, and Arilir all let out silent sighs of relief. As the leading suspects of the day, they’d need the time to relax and figure out how to enjoy what would likely be the last few days of their lives. “Alright, I guess we’ll come back tomorrow, refreshed,” Arilir said. The other brightlords nodded, and all headed off back into Dalinar’s warcamp, with a clear mind before the coming storm. Vote Tally Wannan (2): Nivina Odict, Klanal Arilir (2): Sheon Idris, Caesarae Efrihm (2): Arilir, Norlav Bortholomew the Blind (1): Mortago Em-son-of-none (1): Draela Heb Eradin (1): Owain Klanal (1): Eradin Nobody was executed! Gamma Fiend has stepped in to replace Emerald as a pinch hitter! He will receive Emerald’s role, alignment, and any additional information that Emerald had. Night 5 has begun! The turn will end in 23 hours and 20 minutes. Good luck!
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Well, actually, I posted that 2 minutes after the cycle should've ended (which is always exactly on the hour), so no, unfortunately that does not count.
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Time's up! The write-up will probably be late, due to these last-minute vote changes.
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One and a half hours left to go!
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After I'm done with MR 8, I should hopefully have plenty of time to actually write stuff up for this game. But for now: Action 1: Naryan Gardre is accepting a large shipment of lumber from an NPC House in order to make fine containers to sell and/or contain stuff.
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Alright, the Day will now end in roughly 26 hours. (Probably easier for me this way anyway.)
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Day 4: Element of Surprise Resha delivered the last of her letters to the Brightlords and Brightladies in the warcamp. “Hopefully, that will get something done,” she huffed to Ien, looking up at the brilliant stars of the night sky. Out past the Shattered Plains, a few sparse clouds hinted at the highstorm that was supposed to come any day now. Resha could never get used to those highstorms; terrible things. “You know,” Resha said to Ien, beginning to walk through Dalinar’s warcamp, “I think the biggest threat here is Kipper. There’s something… he knows too much, I think. Dangerously so.” Ien said nothing, floating in the air beside Resha. “I think I need to get rid of him,” Resha spoke quickly. “Are you sure?” Ien asked. “You have no Plate for protection anymore.” “If I have to go out, then this will be how it is. Besides, I’m almost certain that he’s one of those conspirators. Killing him will be doing everyone a favor.” With that, Resha glanced around and strode purposefully towards Kipper’s home. ----- Kipper brought out his grandbow from his closet. The very same closet in which his Plate used to be, before that conspirator attacked and made a mess of things. And, of course, made him look like a fool after he accidentally helped to get poor Mallan killed. At least the conspirator hadn’t had the wit to try to steal the grandbow from him before. They were rather rare, even on the Shattered Plains, requiring some sort of special fabrial or something. Kipper took the large bow out of the closet, along with a quiver full of arrows. This used to be much easier with Plate, but he’d have to make do otherwise. Of course, Resha didn’t have any Plate anymore either, so killing that conspirator would be much easier. In theory. In practice, while the conspirators had lost one of their own, they’d probably be much more prepared after Brightness Kavdar’s death. He’d just have to outwit them. ----- “Hmm… What exactly do you intend to use as a weapon?” Ien asked, as Resha approached Kipper’s residence. “My fists, if I have to,” Resha frowned. “He doesn’t have Plate, so I doubt that he could so easily overpower me hand-to-hand, especially with surprise on my side.” An arrow whizzed past Resha’s head, and someone cursed. “Nevermind,” Resha grumbled, crouching down and rolling behind another building. “Apparently, Kipper is out to get me. So that’s one mystery solved.” “Delightful,” Ien said, floating behind Resha. Resha frowned, waiting behind the building. Maybe she could just wait for Kipper to round the corner and… no, that was ridiculous. He had a bow. He could just wander around the building, find her, and pick her off from a distance. The element of surprise was no longer on her side. Or, actually, it never really was in the first place. ----- Gah, how did I miss now? Kipper frowned, looking at the arrow that had missed its target. Storming conspirators… it’d be so much easier to kill you with Plate on right now. Kipper looked at the building that Resha had hid behind. She didn’t seem to be carrying a weapon, but Kipper couldn’t be certain. He slowly rounded around the building, staying in the darkness. It’d be his ally right now. Sure enough, Resha was still there, crouching behind the small building, muttering something. So she does have backup, Kipper thought, worried. He quickly rolled behind a building of his own, hoping that Resha hadn’t spotted him. Kipper peered around the corner. “Do I make the shot?” Kipper whispered to himself. “It could definitely reveal my location, but…” It’s worth it, Kipper decided silently. Even if I die, it’s worth taking down one of Sadeas’ cronies. Kipper stood up, peering around the corner at Resha. He took an arrow out of his quiver, putting it up to the strings of the grandbow. He pulled the string back… and let go. The arrow whistled through the air, and Resha turned, only to see the arrow that struck her heart. Kipper smiled to himself, then backpedaled along the side of the building. He had to get out of here before… “I’m afraid you were wrong,” a voice said from behind Kipper. “Resha was not a conspirator. But, nevertheless, I appreciate you making the job easier for us.” Kipper turned, seeing a shardblade swinging towards his neck. The conspirator paused, then grabbed the grandbow from Kipper’s limp form. “Always wanted one of these,” the conspirator mumbled. “Sadeas never would trust me with one anyway…” Resha was assassinated! She was a Noble Brightlady! Kipper was killed by the Conspirators! He was a Noble Assassin! Nobody received an extra vote today. Day 4 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 17 minutes. As usual, PMs are open again, and the player list will be updated shortly. Good luck!
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Time's up! The write-up will be coming a little late, but it should be worth it!
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Because you never stated anything about your character for RP purposes. You could always request your character to act more like this in write-ups, though.
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Night 4: Broken Shards None of the lighteyes wanted to see Dalinar’s reaction to their recent… mistakes. Three more loyal nobles lay dead since yesterday morning, and with the Blackthorn’s warning, that could only mean a highstorm in the form of a man would be coming their way. “What do we do?” Resha exclaimed frantically. “If we don’t do something soon, Dalinar’s sure to kill us all!” “Oh, I don’t think he’d go that far,” Mortago said, though he seemed to be trying to convince himself more than anything else. “I say that we do something that’ll cheer him up,” Kipper smiled. “I think we should get one of those conspirators executed for him!” “Yes, because that worked out so well last time,” Resha remarked. “It didn’t work, because you’re one of them!” Kipper smiled, putting it together. “I agree,” said Klanal and a few others, nodding. Cleo did not seem so sure. “Wait, we’re just going to kill off Resha, for pretty much no reason? Isn’t that what happened yesterday? We need to stop behaving like a mob and act like individuals!” Two logicspren, like angry stormclouds, gathered around her for a moment, then floated away. “Well, on that train of thought, I believe that Mortago should be brought forth,” Wannan said. “Brightness Katara contacted me before she died, saying that she suspected him for his silence.” “Fat lot of proof there is on that,” Mortago frowned. “I think you’re just trying to deflect the suspicion onto me.” “Well, yes, that’s basically what I just said,” Wannan sighed. “Enough of this,” Kipper intervened. “Who is the conspirator?” “How do we know for certain?” Resha cried out. “This is madness! If we fail, Dalinar’s going to come crashing down on us for sure!” “Let’s not panic yet,” Draela said, trying to calm down the hostile environment. “Wannan has some good points about Mortago, especially if they were to come from Katara herself.” Sheon Idris snorted. “I don’t know, this supposed message sounds a little far-fetched to me.” “Whatever,” Kipper said. “Personally, I’ve made up my mind. I say that we lynch Re-- where’d she go? ----- Resha slipped the last piece of her shardplate into place. That mob was crazy! If she were to survive the next several days -- no, hours -- against them, she’d need protection. Lucky for her that she happened to come across some Plate the night before these shenanigans began. “There she is!” Rengar, the crazed executioner shouted, pointing at Resha. Knew it, she thought to herself, taking off at a run. With shardplate on, it would enhance her physical abilities, making her run faster, jump higher, and -- Resha tripped and fell to the crem-laden ground. What? Resha took a look at her shardplate, and realized that the gems barely had stormlight flickering in them. Great, just great. The Plate began to tighten up on her, constricting her movements. Rengar (who appeared to have dark eyes… what was that about?) and the lighteyes came upon Resha. The muscular executioner seized her wrist, hauling her into the air. “Forgot there wasn’t going to be a highstorm until tomorrow?” Rengar asked, his breath foul. “What a shame. Also a shame that you have to die with such magnificent Plate. Perhaps Dalinar shall reward that to me, for finding such a traitor!” As the man cackled, Resha brought out a number of spheres from her safepouch. Would they work? They all appeared to have a bit of stormlight still in them. “Give me that!” Rengar shouted, swiping the spheres out of her freehand. “Don’t think you can fool me, Brightness. I’ve seen men willing to bribe their way out of any situation back before I was a bridgeman. You’d be wise to not pull such a trick on me.” Okay, that wasn’t what I had in mind, Resha thought. I just need a little more strength! Resha swung her fist, and the Plate lazily complied, connecting with Rengar’s face… before shattering into pieces. Rengar roared, swinging his gigantic sword and shattering the Plate’s greaves as well. Resha smiled, realizing that she was now more free to move her legs. “Thanks!” she shouted, running away. “What?” Rengar screamed, but it was too late. “Bah, she’ll come back later. I’ll get her then.” Suddenly a shadow loomed over the gathered lighteyes. “So you… you’ve brought me broken shards,” the Blackthorn said flatly. Vote Tally Resha (3): Kipper, Caesarae, Klanal Wannan (2): Sheon Idris, Mortago Mortago (2): Draela Heb, Wannan Arilir (1): Efrihm Vin Elendel (1): Arilir Resha was a Shardbearer! Night 4 has begun! The turn will end in 23 hours and 10 minutes. Good luck!
