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The Day's over!
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89 minutes left in the cycle!
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Fine. The Day turn will now end 24 hours later, on Wednesday, at 10 PM EST (the same time all of the turns are over).
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Day 3: Final Message Leyton wiped his brow after delivering the last message for the day. It had been a long day of running messages, so long that it was an hour past sundown when he finally finished his shift. “Storming highlords don’t pay me enough for this,” Leyton grumbled. Doing this kind of mundane work, running across the Shattered Plains all day to deliver messages that were usually of little use, was not exactly what Leyton had in mind when he arrived at the Shattered Plains. Still, it paid better than many jobs, and he had the perk of being able to spy on some of the messages, and covertly discover people’s opinions on the conspirators. Leyton took off from the site of his last delivery of the day, heading across Dalinar’s warcamps to his abode, which was really just a small shack that he had rented from an innkeeper nextdoor. Hearing of the attack on Kipper yesterday, Leyton made sure to check his surrounding as he made his way back. Never can be too safe. Leyton took a sapphire mark out of his pocket to illuminate his surroundings in the night. Unfortunately, as a highstorm was due to come in a day or two, the sphere had almost gone dun, casting a dim blue glow around Leyton. That’s useless, he thought, casting the sphere back into his pocket. As Leyton approached his shack-home, he saw a paper set down upon the ground, half-covered in crem. What is that? A letter? Leyton looked furtively about, then ran over to the message. Leyton was pretty certain that male couriers weren’t supposed to know how to read, to prevent people from having their personal messages read, but obviously that didn’t really apply to him. Leyton picked up the sheet of paper, brushing off the crem. The message, Leyton instantly realized, didn’t seem nearly complete. In fact, it only had one word: Trap. Leyton’s eyes widened, and instantly fixated on a cloaked figure, holding a bow. As they pulled back the string, Leyton ducked. The figure, however, seemed to know what he was doing beforehand, as they aimed the arrow in the center of Leyton’s stomach. The sheet of paper fluttered to the ground, and the murderer picked it up and crumpled it in a fist. ----- Brightness Katara sat in front of a doorway, reading a book to bide the time. She was supposed to be guarding someone tonight, who felt rather paranoid about the recent murders. She hadn’t been exactly ecstatic to do so, even if she was an experienced guard. It meant she wouldn’t really get much of a chance to sleep, after all. Guarding had been the natural decision for Katara, after the death of her mother on these very Plains. Perhaps she’d eventually be asked to guard for Aladar, so she could slit the man’s throat… Katara pushed those thoughts aside, as pleasing as they may have seemed. The key to guarding was to know where your enemy was, before they knew where you were. The building she was guarding had a pair of columns in front of the door, soulcast in stone. Katara had taken refuge behind one of the columns, next to the tall, arching doorway. With the design of the two-story building, nobody would even be able to see her until they were right next to her. Of course, that hindered her own visibility, which is why she had an alerter fabrial set up next to her, which would flash if anyone approached. On top of that, she had a number of guards stationed inside the windows of the house, each in possession of a conjoined fabrial, attached to a number of devices set above the doorway of the house. If any of the guards detected someone, they would move the fabrial, causing the conjoined fabrial in the device to click into place, turning on a lighting fabrial. While Katara was no artifabrian, she knew several people who were, and were pleased to create such devices at her request. Katara smiled, flipping a page in her book. Very interesting. It detailed the events of… The alerter fabrial flashed. Katara frowned, putting the book away. Perhaps she would end up seeing some action tonight. Katara waved a fabrial to her right, which worked similarly to the devices mounted into the doorway. This would flood the grounds around the house, which would hopefully scare off any intruders. It also would make anyone who came near more visible, and alerted the other guards inside of a potential threat. Katara waited, watching the alerted fabrial. Was it going to dim? As Katara watched, the alerted seemed to glow brighter. Someone was coming. One of the lights above the doorway gleamed white light, signaling that the guard on the north-west section of the house had spotted the intruder. Interesting, Katara thought, remaining in her position. She was on the southern wall of the house; best to stay here and see what path the intruder took. It was another painfully slow five minutes before the light above the doorframe winked out. However, strangely, the alerter fabrial was still glowing strongly. Was there perhaps another intruder? That didn’t seem very likely. Suddenly, another one of the glowing fabrials above the door glowed; this one green. That meant that there was someone in the southwest quadrant. That would be somewhere around here… Katara checked the alerter, and discovered that it was glowing extremely brightly. Katara sprung up, taking the sword she kept next to her, and turned to the locked door in front of her. Someone… A Shardblade sprang out of the door, nearly ramming into Katara. Shardbearer? Katara thought to herself. Did Kipper mention that about his attacker? The Shardbearer cut down the wooden door, shrapnel falling all around the darkened figure. Katara readied her own sword, but looked at the Shardblade in terror. A Shardblade. A storming Shardblade. How was she going to fight against that? The Shardbearer sliced through Katara’s sword like butter, and then gracefully cut downwards through her left hand. Katara yelped, jumping backwards, as her hand turned gray, lifeless and limp. The Shardbearer seized the opportunity, charging at Katara and ramming the Shardblade at her spine. “Aladar!” Katara screamed as the Blade struck home, burning her eyes out. The conspirator took the broken piece of sword out of Katara’s limp hand, chuckling. “Sadeas will get a kick out of that.” Leyton was assassinated! He was a Noble Courier! Brightness Katara was killed by the Conspirators! She was a Noble Guards(wo)man! Nobody received an extra vote today. Day 3 begins now and will end in 23 and a half hours. PMs are now open again, and the player list will be updated in a minute or so. Good luck!
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The Night has come to a close. Sit tight; the write-up will be coming shortly!
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One hour and fifteen minutes to go!
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Night 3: Justice is Wrong Mallan looked around Dalinar’s warcamp. Or was it Dalinar’s warcamp? Why was he even here, again? “I’m unimpressed with you all,” someone spoke. That was ol’ Darksplinter, wasn’t it? Wait, what? That didn’t sound right… “Your last, supposedly ‘informed’ execution left the innocent body of Seixa in its wake.” Darksplinter, hmm. What was his name again? Nightsplinter? Shadowsplinter? Dark, dark… Darknesssplinter? “And, on top of that, the body of one of these conspirators…” Dark, think dark… “Sadeas’s conspirators,” someone else corrected. Dark… whoever gave the man who talked a glare. Mallan vaguely noticed some angerspren, bubbling reddish pools upon the ground. “We have no evidence to that. The point is, apparently the work of one person is better than the work of all of you. Please do not make such a mistake again.” With that, Dark dude left the nobles in the clearing, near a row of barracks. “I guess that’s why they call him the Blackthorn,” someone grumbled. Blackthorn! That was it! Made sense, Mallan guessed. Wait, did it? “Alright,” someone said. Kip-something? He appeared to be injured for some reason. “I want to know who attacked me! Any ideas?” “I say it was one of the quiet people!” someone shouted. The other nobles looked at the man as they often looked at Mallan. The odd man shrugged. “I’m just saying. I mean, Brightness Kavdar was rather shy, was she not? Perhaps they are all like that.” “I hope that is not the best argument you have,” one of the brightladies said. “I think Mallan did it.” Mallan’s eyes began to glaze over, then widened in shock in realization. “Who, what, me?” “The crazy old man thing is clearly a cover. You are certainly not who you say you are.” I’m not who I say I am? What? “I am… Mallan,” Mallan said. “Yes, that’s right. I don’t know what you mean.” “You know what I mean!” the brightlady snapped, and Mallan cringed, a single fearspren crawling around his feet. “I…” “I think she’s right,” the injured man said. “He… he’s probably faking it, so he doesn’t seem like he could’ve possibly attacked me last night. I’m pretty sure he looked… yes, it’s him.” Several of the others began to nod, and they all surrounded Mallan, lifting him off the ground and taking him somewhere. “Have you found one?” asked the man who executed Seixa the other day. “I should think so,” the injured man replied tersely. “This man deserves justice. Off with his head!” “Splendid!” the executioner smiled giddily. “Take the conspirator this way.” Mallan could only see the sky now, so far away. Everything was so confusing. Since when was he conspiring against something? He probably didn’t deserve whatever happened to him next. As Mallan was led up to the chopping block, some of the other lighteyes seemed to be having second thoughts. “Erm, Kipper?” someone asked. “Are… are you sure about this?” Mallan couldn’t hear the response, as he was immediately strapped down to a wooden table. The ropes bound his wrists tightly, causing them to bleed. Mallan began to weep. “Why? Why me?” “I’m just saying,” whoever had spoken before continued, “if we’re wrong about this, what will Dalinar do with us?” The executioner stood over Mallan, seemingly proud in his restraint of Mallan. “He shouldn’t be getting out now even if he has a Shardblade!” the madman chuckled. “Alright, enough of this. Time to die.” “No!” Mallan roared. “NO! Suddenly, Mallan felt a surge of strength, and, putting aside the pain in his wrists, broke through the arm ropes and swatted at the executioner. The executioner yelped, dropping his large sword. Mallan blinked, clarity starting to come into his mind. Before the executioner could pick up the sword and swing, Mallan undid the rope that bound his legs together. The executioner growled, and kicked Mallan in the stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs. “A valiant effort,” the executioner said, raising his sword over the fallen Mallan. But justice always gets its way!” “Well today, justice is wrong!” Mallan screeched, before his head was cleaved in two. Vote Tally Mallan (8): Katara, Kipper, Caesarae, Vin Elendel, Badhab Eony, Klanal, Patch, Mallan Vin Elendel (2): Resha, Mortago Nivina Odict (1): Eradin Resha (1): Night Vote Mallan was executed! He was a Noble Brightlord! Night 3 has begun! As usual, I will update my signature with the new player list. Also, please remember that PMs are not allowed during the Night! The turn will end in 23 hours and 20 minutes. Good luck!
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Time's up! PMs are closed now, and the write-up should be done relatively soon.
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One and a half hours left, people!
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Since there seem to have been a few misconceptions about this: the Ardent cannot learn a player's role. They only receive information on the player's alignment.
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Day 2: Hit and Miss Well, that was a party that overstayed its welcome, Kipper thought, walking from the wooden platform that Seixa had been executed on back towards Dalinar’s warcamp. The sun had set, leaving the silhouettes of the king’s palace behind him. The path back to the warcamps had only a number of people on it, some messengers retiring back to the palace, others fellow lighteyes who had attended the banquet. When it was all said and done, Kipper concluded that the only word to describe the current landscape was eerie. But that was probably the events that had occurred in the last day, right? He’d been out of the warcamp later than this, and hadn’t felt a hint of fear. Tonight was different, though. Kipper neared the Outer Market, which was still bustling in the evening hours. All he’d have to do was go through there, and he’d be near Dalinar’s warcamp. Kipper looked to the left of the large trail, where the warcamp lay. The deaths had certainly unnerved him… maybe he should make a break for the warcamp now? No, the rational part of Kipper thought. Why would anyone even be after me anyway? However, nearing the market, Kipper began to sweat, breathing heavier. Fearspren sprang up from the ground and crawled at his feet. Anyone could be hiding in there. I… maybe I should just make a run for it. I can get back much faster, and it’ll be much easier to see if anyone’s following me. Looking about suspiciously, Kipper steadied himself, looking at Dalinar’s warcamp. It wasn’t going to be a short run. But at least it’d be shorter. Taking a deep breath, he headed off in the direction of the warcamp. Maybe he’d look silly running through the darkness like that, lighteyes as he was, but at least he’d be alive. Passing rockbuds and lifespren in the waning light, Kipper headed off in a dash towards the warcamps. By the time he passed into the warcamp, the sky was pitch-black, and exhaustionspren appeared above him, sweeping through the air. Panting, Kipper half-jogged the final leg of the journey to his abode. He took a sweeping glance around him as he opened the door and stepped inside. Kipper sighed, finally locking the door. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” a voice spoke. Kipper whirled around, the sound of his heart suddenly the only thing he could hear. A shadowed figure sat in his seat, casually reading a book. “Who-” “Be quiet, would you?” the figure spoke, putting the book aside and getting to their feet. “It’ll make this hurt a bit less, I think.” Kipper’s eyes widened as a dark mist formed in the figure’s hands, coalescing into a shimmering Shardblade. Ah storms, this is bad. Kipper could barely see, but fortunately, he knew his home well enough to know where all of the obstacles were. Before the figure could advance upon him, Kipper dove to the left, behind a lamppost, and skirted along the side wall. Just need to get upstairs, he thought, facing the darkened figure, which only appeared as a darkened smudge in the already-dark darkness. The dark form dashed forward, and Kipper ran parallel to the wall, brushing his fingers against it in order to find the stairs. There it is, he thought, and immediately ran up, not looking back to see where the dark form was. Kipper reached the top and dashed to the left, instinctively knowing where he needed to go. As the dark figure slowly crept up the stairs, Kipper unlocked and opened up a side closet. Storms, why can’t I have more time? Kipper reached in and retrieved the helm to his Shardplate, the Plate’s gems barely flickering with stormlight. Well, maybe I can hold off for a few seconds, Kipper thought grimly. The helm would be of no use on his head, but he could at least use it as a shield against the Shardblade. Kipper stayed behind the cover of the closet, peering out to see the approaching form. The figure suddenly stabbed through the wall, nearly skewering Kipper. Kipper responded by dashing up to the figure and bashing against them with his helm-shield. The attacker immediately recovered and swung at Kipper, but he parried with the helm, Stormlight leaking out of the gems. The figure swore, and suddenly slammed their Shardblade into the helm again, using the opportunity to slip into the closet. Before Kipper could react, the figure began hacking away at the other pieces of plate, shattering the chestplate and gauntlets before Kipper recovered his wits. I need to get out of here. Breathing in heavily, he dashed towards the nearest window and smashed through, using the helm to protect himself from shrapnel. Kipper fell through the night air for what seemed like an eternity, landing on the helm, which instantly shattered, the gems completely drained of Stormlight. Kipper looked back at the window, heard a soft curse, and took off. This is going to be a long night, he thought. ----- Merilee Kavdar walked slowly to the Outer Market. The place was scary; so different from Sadeas’ warcamp. Why did she agree to be part of all of this? It was far safer back home, despite home being barely an hour away. Merilee shuddered at the huge, dark shadows of buildings in the Outer Market. Maybe she could find an inn for the night? It’d be safer in there. Merilee walked into the most non-threatening inn she could find, and slowly walked up to the counter. “Excuse me?” she whispered to the half-asleep innkeeper. “May I have a room for the night?” “I, uh, wha?” the innkeeper, a young, unshaven man, asked, barely looking up. “That’s, ah, one bloodmark.” “A bloodmark?” Merilee said, then immediately shrank back. “Isn’t that… a lot?” “Look, miss, this is the best place you’ll be able to find in the Outer Market. You paying or not?” Clearly, the innkeeper could not notice her eye color in the dim light of the inn. Merilee silently handed over the gleaming red gemstone from her safepouch. The innkeeper stumbled over to retrieve her room key, which looked exactly like all of the other room keys, from what it seemed. Maybe I should just-- “Your room’s all the way down the hall, on the right,” the young man said, handing over the key. “Enjoy your stay.” Merilee nodded, shivering. Unbeknownst to her, deathspren, black with glowing red eyes, crawled on the floorboards around her. As she reached the end of the hallway, she heard a creak from behind. “End of the line, traitor,” a voice spoke, and shot an arrow into her skull. ----- Resha woke up to a knock on her door. After several minutes of groaning, she opened the door, only to find a short messenger. “You have been summoned to Highprince Kholin’s presence, Brightness,” the messenger spoke. “Apparently, the other nobles have been saying some things about you that he finds distasteful.” Kipper was attacked by the Conspirators, but saved by Shardplate! Merilee Kavdar was assassinated! She was a Conspirator Brightlady! Resha received an extra vote on her today! Day 2 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 20 minutes. PMs are now open again, and I will update my sig with the new player list. Good luck!
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The Night is over! Write-up coming eventually.
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2 hours left! If you want to put in a Night action, do so soon!
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I'll see if I can eventually get some RP in between doing daily write-ups for my Elimination game, but for now: Action 3: Naryan Gardre, as head of the House, is accepting a shipment of bread from an NPC House, in order to keep the skaa happy and prevent rebellions and such, because those are bad for business.
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Night 2: An Executed Plan After Dalinar’s declaration, the solemn partygoers began discussing and chattering to each other nervously, in the light of the morning. The feasting basin had been drained, and all of them stood within, servants cleaning up the last scraps of food from the tables. “Conspirators?” Leyton asked. “Seems pretty suspicious…” “I’m just trying to get out of here alive,” Merilee Kavdar spoke, then immediately shied away. “Trying to get out of here?” Klanal asked, lifting up his hat and scratching his head. “Perhaps you put the poison in Galad’s drink, then.” Merilee paled, and turned away. “I agree,” Resha said. “Perhaps she doesn’t wish to show her face to us because she’s afraid it will reveal the truth.” “Liar!” Cleo shouted, pointing a dagger at Resha. Resha blinked, widening her eyes at the dagger. “Liar… what do you mean? That doesn’t make any sense!” Cleo just shrugged and went back to sharpening her knives. “Perhaps we should all just remain calm,” Orlok said, trying to remain composed. “Let us not forget that there was an accusation made against Brightness Katara.” Mallan shrugged, pointing at a random person who wasn’t Brightness Katara. “She’s always suspicious. Too young…” The arguments and conversation went on throughout the course of the day, until, by evening, the nobles realized that they’d need to come to a conclusion. “Alright,” Arilir grumbled, “I think we are all in agreement that Badhab Eony has been up to…” “We are not in agreement!” Badhab protested. “What have I even done?” “You delivered a blight upon our land!” Mallan shouted, then considered. “Or maybe that was someone else.” “Gentlemen,” Wannan said. “We are focusing on the wrong issue. We should not condone those who have been fervently in the discussion of this execution; we should be focusing on those who haven’t been participating. Namely, Brightlord Seixa.” “Seixa?” Leyton asked. “Where’d he even end up at?” ----- Seixa couldn’t really remember much of what happened the last night. Was there a lot of punching involved? Because when he finally woke up, he discovered a horde of angry faces hovering above him. “I, um… woah, what’s going on?” Seixa muttered. “He’s awake!” someone gasped. “Well, obviously,” another voice said. “Well don’t just stand there like a bunch of chulls,” another voice shouted vehemently. “Get ‘im!” Seixa still could not fathom what was going on, but he ended up being forcefully thrown to his feet, and pushed towards some location that he could not see, due to the large number of people clustered around him. Someone appeared to be leading the mob, shouting, but he couldn’t see who he was. In fact, his vision was so blurry now that he couldn’t really see much of anything. Though, if the one part of his brain that was still awake was correct, then what he was seeing now would possibly be the last of what he saw. Possibly. The crowd suddenly parted, revealing a wooden platform, and atop it, a large, muscular man carrying a heavy sword. Not a Shardblade, but big enough that it could almost be confused for one. I don’t think this is good, Seixa noted to himself. “My name is Rengar,” the sword-carrying man said. By the sound of his voice, he seemed to be the man who was leading the mob. “Distributor of justice! Protector of righteousness! Magistrate of honor!” The man cackled eerily. “I have been through the horror of Sadeas’ bridge crews, and I know that the vile man is behind this plot! I will see vengeance for all those who have been murdered at his corrupt hands! Send the man forward!” The crowd violently pushed Seixa forth, causing him to tumble onto the platform. Seixa gulped, nervously looking at the giant man above him. Alright, don’t panic, Seixa thought. Use your training. Your words should be able to get you out of here. Seixa opened his mouth, but was hauled up by his hair, and only ended up letting out a screech. The sword-carrying man swung back his sword, and Seixa saw a madness in the man’s eyes that chilled him to the bone. No matter what his training as a Worldsinger taught him, he couldn’t stop this man with a story. He was as good as dead. Rengar swung the enormous blade, and Seixa’s head fell from his shoulders. The first execution had come. Vote Tally Seixa (5): Wannan, Merilee Kavdar, Leyton, Efrihm, Owain Merilee Kavdar (3): Resha, Klanal, Mortago Badhab Eony (2): Arilir, Mallan Katara (1): Night Vote Leyton (1): Orlok Nivina Odict (1): Draela Heb Resha (1): Cleo Seixa was executed! He was a Noble Worldsinger! Night 2 has begun! The turn will end in just over 23 hours. (Also, I will update my sig with the player list in a minute or so.) Good luck!
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I totally planned that. Anyway, the Day is now over! The write-up will be coming sooner or later, but you may now not use your PMs (until Day 2). The Conspirator Doc will also be opened shortly for the Conspirators to conspire in.
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Just under 2 hours left!
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Yes, if you so wish. However, you cannot copy-paste anything from your conversation(s) into here.
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Alright, first, a few questions that I've received via PM: Are Brightlords/Brightladies the only players who can use the Night vote?Yes. This includes Brightlords/Brightladies with Shardplate, as well. What happens if an Artifabrian and Corrupt Artifabrian target the same player?If this occurs, the regular (non-Corrupted) Artifabrian's ability takes precedence. The target will not be Corrupt for the following cycle, and will be informed of this, as usual. If a player is attacked during the Night, and they have Shardplate and are being protected by a Guardsman, what happens?In this case, the Guardsman's protective ability takes precedence over the Shardplate, so the player will not lose their Plate. Also, I've included the links to each turn, as well as the current player list, in my signature. Enjoy!
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There's a minimum of two votes needed on a player in order for them to be lynched, so the player who receives the extra vote can't end up getting lynched by that vote alone.
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Day 1: The Sound of Silence Renvas Galad sat silently at his table, savoring the delicious food that Dalinar had given to them. A plethora of exotic fruits from places as far away as Shinovar, fine meats from some of the large creatures that roamed up north, near the Reshi Isles, and a number of exquisite rolls and pastries. And that, they were told, was only the first course. Though, despite it all, none of that could not mask the unnerving silence in the feasting basin. Brightlord and ladies whispered nervously to each other, but almost nobody seemed to be chatting normally. Something was certainly off about all of this. Was it the proposal that Dalinar had put forth earlier? Dalinar looked distraught, and periodically coughed, in an attempt to get the Brightlords to speak more. But still, the silence reigned. Eventually, before the second course had been brought out, Renvas had had enough of the eerie silence. With some prodding from his wife, Renvas grabbed his wine glass and slowly rose. “I propose a toast,” Renvas proclaimed, raising his glass into the night sky, “to Highprince Kholin, for his wonderful feast this evening!” The other nobles looked on, some halfheartedly raising their wine glasses as well. A chill went down Renvas’s spine as he poured the glass’s contents down his gullet. What is going on here? Renvas slowly sat down, his wife solemnly rubbing his back. “It’s alright,” Kaleni said. “At least you were brave enough to speak out, when others were not.” Renvas nodded slowly, distinctly realizing that he was shuddering. “I… I can’t…” Renvas put a hand to his forehead, the thumping of his heart becoming louder, muffling everything else. “Why… why is everything…” Renvas fell out of his chair, banging loudly against the table. His wine glass slipped and shattered against the ground. Why is everything spinning so much? Kaleni’s eyes, widened in shock, gazed down at Renvas. She spoke something, but he couldn’t make it out. Something about-- Poison. As the world spun around, faster and faster, Renvas closed his eyes. At least the food was good, he thought as he gasped for one last breath. ----- Dalinar cautiously stood up as he watched Brightlord Galad heave one last breath. No, not now. Dalinar glanced to the side, seeing Renarin wipe his spectacles, as if the young man could not believe his eyes. And, despite seeing more than his share of death and destruction, Dalinar could barely believe his eyes as well. Twice in one day? First the barracks, and now this? Dalinar scowled and opened his mouth, but abruptly stopped himself. No. No, you must be calm with them. Brightlord Galad was a good man. You need to remind them of that. “Brightlord Galad,” Dalinar spoke to the stunned crowd, “was a good man. Only a couple of years ago, he served alongside some of my most esteemed commanders against the Parshendi. I know that he saw much bloodshed and loss in those years, as many of us did. He did not deserve to be killed in the cowardly manner in which he was, after surviving swords and arrows for years. Nobody deserves such a fate. “If an enemy to me wishes to burn down barracks and kill my men in such a dishonorable way, then he is not only an enemy to me; he is an enemy to all of us. We will see Brightlord Galad avenged.” Many of the nobles nodded, while Brightness Galad wept softly next to her deceased husband. We are in a war, Dalinar thought. Almost six years of constant combat on these Plains has begun to wear on everyone. They have all become divided. They need to be led again. “A trial shall be held,” Dalinar said to the gathered nobles, “to discern who amongst us is a traitor… and a coward. Those who have been found guilty… will be executed.” Dalinar paused for a moment to let the statement settle in. Even to his left, Adolin looked rather concerned at Dalinar’s ultimatum. Perhaps he had gone too far? No, Dalinar thought to himself. This is a war. We all need to start acting more like it is one. I’ve grown too soft lately, and several opportunities to seize the Parshendi movements have slipped through my fingers. With a peace of mind, Dalinar continued. “I realize this may not be a favorable action, but it is what needs to be done. Brightlord Galad was a great man, and if we do not do anything soon, more people like him will meet his fate. Some of them possibly being you.” The crowd of nobles began to realize the gravity of their situation. They clearly weren’t all going to survive this ordeal. “Highprince Kholin!” a messenger shouted, walking onto the flooded basin. For some bizarre reason, Dalinar suddenly realized that Wit was no longer anywhere in sight. Could he have possibly had something to do with the poisoning? The messenger handed Dalinar a sheet of parchment paper. “Interesting,” Dalinar said, reading over the paper. “Well, it would appear that we have our first suspect.” Dalinar turned to the rightmost island, where a small group of Brightladies sat. Despite the overwhelming silence throughout the banquet, Dalinar had noticed that there had been even less talking in that area. “Brightness Katara, do you have anything to say for yourself?” Brightness Katara has received an extra vote on her today Day 1 has begun! The turn will be over in 24 hours. You may now use PMs between players (but please refer to the PM rules; only 2 players in each PM, and all PMs must include me as a third member). Good luck!
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Time's up! Write-up coming in a minute or two.
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Less than two hours left! If you want to use a Night action (besides a kill action), get it in soon! Also, I should remind you all that there is no penalty for talking.
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Well, I was just about to put in a player list in this write-up after I sent out the PMs. (Also, if anyone hasn't yet received a PM, let me know, since I should've sent them all out by now.) I might do the signature thing once we start losing people, but I'll just post the player list for the first write-up or two.
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Night 1: Feeding Frenzy “Highprince Kholin!” Dalinar looked up from his drink, acknowledging the messenger who had spoken. He was a small boy of no more than sixteen, who looked disheveled and more than a little out of breath. The messenger looked intently, almost fearfully, at Dalinar, but gave a small nod to Adolin, who was standing on the side of the dining room. “One of the barracks has been set on fire!” the messenger exclaimed frantically. “Fortunately, we managed to find the culprit.” “Who was it?” Adolin asked, before his father was able to reply. “A brightlord Gamaris Denvar,” the messenger said. “I believe that the others mentioned that he was only a minor brightlord, of the sixth or seventh dahn.” “Denvar?” Dalinar said to himself. “Very well. You are dismissed.” “This is Sadeas’s doing!” Adolin yelled as the messenger scampered off. “This is exactly something he would do, the coward! Bribe a lower-ranking--” “Stop!” Dalinar shouted, interrupting his son. “I do not know where you are getting these misgivings about Sadeas, but he is not an evil man. He risked his life for Gavilar, when I, Gavilar’s own brother, did nothing about it. I do not want to hear you say such things about Sadeas, no matter what your personal feelings about him. Am I clear?” “Yes,” Adolin muttered, nodding. “But if Sadeas is not behind this sabotage, then who is?” Dalinar considered. “Perhaps this would be an important topic to discuss at tonight’s banquet.” ----- “There sure are a lot of people here tonight,” Renvas Galad said, looking at the large crowd of people gathered in the king’s feasting basin. “I wonder what could be going on?” “Perhaps they just came for the food,” his wife, Kaleni, replied, entering the basin with him. As usual, the basin had been flooded with water, turning it into an artificial lake, complete with five islands for the guests to sit and eat. All five of the tables had almost been filled with guests, all (mostly) high-ranking lighteyes who wouldn’t turn down an invitation from a highprince. “Perhaps,” Renvas replied, heading across a bridge to one of the small islands. “Though I’m not sure…” “There are many things I am not sure of, ” a man spoke from atop a tall stool. The stout man was wearing all black, with a silver sword at his side, which seemed mostly for decoration than anything else. “But one thing that I may say with absolute certainty is that you, Brightlord Galad, are a perfect example to all of these fools for how you should not dress.” Renvas stopped and glared at the man atop the stool. “What--” “Honestly, I was never much into fashion myself, but you could at least try to do more than the ‘just-thrown-on’ look.” “That’s Wit,” Kaleni explained. “It’s usually best to just ignore him.” “Ignore me?” Wit said, taken aback. “Why, I take extra time to carefully cultivate my insults towards all of you. It is certainly more interesting than eating and listening to gossip and the like.” Renvas groaned. “Well, I am only here to record what is to happen. Something important is upon the horizon.” “The sun,” Wit said. “I know that your little brain can only comprehend so much, but I’m surprised that even you would forget about the giant, shining orb on the horizon.” “You know what I mean,” Renvas said flatly. “Don’t argue with Wit,” Kaleni warned, walking past the two of them and onto the islands beyond. “You can’t win.” Wit chuckled as Renvas followed Kaleni across the bridge. “Finally, someone that speaks some sense around here. And… ah, Brightlord Mallan! I believe you took a wrong turn; the showers are that way.” Renvas froze at one of the islands as Dalinar stood up from his seat. Finding an open chair next to his wife, Renvas noticed Dalinar’s two sons to his left and right at the center table. What is going on here? Dalinar looked out at the crowd. “There has, I am sure, been some discussion about the fire that occurred earlier this very day. Rest assured that this is not the reason that I have called you all here. Nevertheless, I am in need of information surrounding the motives behind this mysterious attack. Anyone who gives me proof of relevant information related to the attack will be compensated. Otherwise, with that out of the way, let us begin the feast!” With Dalinar’s last sentence, a number of servants appeared, bringing out exotic foods from across Roshar. Whatever is to be said about what happens next, Renvas considered, I am going to enjoy this feast. Let the games begin! Role PMs will be sent out shorty. Remember: As this is the Night turn, no PMs may be started. However, if you have a non-kill action that you would like to use tonight, respond to the PM that I will send your role in with your action and target(s). Other than that, this turn is meant to be heavily focused on RP, so go have some fun before the real slaughter begins! The Night will be over in about 23 hours from this post. Player List:
