Unodus

Before I start poking through this, just want to say if you haven't read Sandersons Laws of Magic, you might find it incredibly helpful for this subject. http://coppermind.net/wiki/Sanderson's_Laws_of_Magic For Black and White, how about this: "In this world, the Law of conservation stands. Matter cannot be created or destroyed- well, except through White and Black weaves" If you don't want Black to be inherently evil, you could do: Black: Gives Semblance, turn liquid into solid, make materials more durable (Black armor weaves, etc), Create Matter (presumably something like black sand or dust) White: Assimilates mass, turns liquid into glowing gasses, makes materials translucent and more likely to shatter like glass, Destroy Matter (this should be parallel to a Black weaves power, like "give off light that slowly dissolves things") does that help?

Sooner the lonelier pack Axhound finds Rockbud, finds Axhound pack lonelier the sooner. [a play on "the early bird gets the worm". Although I guess it's closer to an allegory of "if you take all for yourself, you leave nothing for the others"- but that's only because I had to adapt it for ketek form x.x] <- does that count as "poetry"? "Am I not what I am?" [a very simple play on Iagos famous "I am not what I am" from Shakespeare's "Othello"]

please don't unless you want to become the next target for the elims >.> we sorta went over this early on, reveal roles to confidantes only

-doc y u gotta be poking me when I've already made a post this cycle?

Exion stares at the professor as Khaos makes her claims, looking torn. He puts a hand to the shortsword to his side, and glances toward Khaos, "You were wrong once. If you are wrong again, you and I are going to have problems." He says and steps back, refusing to take part in the exchange. As Exion pulls his hat low, his eyes search for some sort sign in Alberts face to prove the Professors innocence, "I have been made the fool before. No more. Men should be what they seem- or those that be not, would they might seem none... Could I save you, I would- but I cannot, so I won't. If I be blind then better that I do not move forward at all lest I be led astray. But you had my trust and so I shall honor it."

Well, isn't that strange? If only Dani had mentioned the person who leaked the information before he/she died... (crap I stole the first post- what if hael wanted to put up quicklinks? ;=;)

My point is that, I don't see how the traitors could have worked out who the mistborn was unless one of your confidentes was also a traitor who passed that information onto Dani.

dammit Wonko the Sane, why you gotta give me last minute paranoia x3 This isn't the first time I've seen traitors exploit what seems to be irrefutable guilt by making an attack that incriminates a villager in some way. @Daniyah Does no one else think it's odd that Daniyah "found out" who the Mistborn was for seemingly no reason before she confronted Wilson? If you want to survive the Lynch, Dani- I want to know how you came to know who the Mistborn was. What this implies is, one of the four (excluding Dani) leaked Wilsons identity, and since no one has confessed likewise- that can only mean one of them is a traitor who set Dani up to take the fall as the "newest and therefore most untrustworthy confidante", no?

there's literally one by Hael a few posts above. For the sake of repeating it: Daniyah(5): Wilson, Seonid, Straw, Jondesu, UnodusWilson(1): Ecthelion

it is true that I am prone to skimming over info-dumps, sorry x.x I saw Seonids " Wilson came to our PM and revealed her role to me", but not Wilson's post fully- my mistake

This seems like a pretty clear cut case to me- I don't think it's reasonable that a traitor would try to stage their own death in a game where you might become a traitor next round, so I believe Wilson is not a traitor (for this cycle, at least). The way I see it, only (edit) four people knew that Wilson was a mistborn- and that makes them prime suspects. Daniyah

Sorry I haven't been active for a while, been getting ready for christmas x.x The omen is a pretty interesting development, can't find the time to write rp though. now, correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think we've heard from @EcthelionIII for a while? (never used mentions before, sorry if I've formatted that wrong x.x) I won't drop a poke vote yet since it might be an Ookla thing, but he was brought up as being suspicious before- I was wondering if anyone has any thoughts on that

Well, I'm satisfied. I just wanted to make sure a poke vote wasn't overshadowed by an early bandwagon v: Thanks for the list, Hael- I think I'll shift my vote to someone who hasn't actually posted and hasn't had any poke-votes (as far as I'm aware). Though I personally don't think Assas is guilty myself, I'm not going to ask anyone to shift their votes if they're confident in their assessment. (note that this will still break the tie against Assas if no one has any second thoughts) Arinian Nathanvanduij

I'm going to contribute to the poke vote against Arinian for now because ultimately killing actives who turn out to be villagers just makes things easier for active traitors to swing the vote and nonactive traitors to lurk the game away

This is Ookla the Fortunate, un-ooklifying back to Unodus aka: Exion. Hey :B I agree that, if it was a vigilante kill, Stink was probably the non traitor kill. I would also go as far as to say that I'm also suspicious of Ecthellion, but before we turn to bandwagoning- has anyone been paying attention to who's been inactive or not? Because it doesn't seem like 30 different people are posting each cycle imo, and it would be very easy for the traitors to hide while the active player duked it out. While I'm against lynching against inactives in the early cycle, I think it's fair to say anyone who's been silent for a while also warrants suspicion?

Exion keeps his hat low throughout the ritual-like exchange, unusually quiet. When it becomes clear that the doctor is innocent, he turns away and takes a seat at an empty table- leaning back on his chair as he deals himself into a hand of solitaire as the rest of the group dissipates. He keeps one hand on his shortsword warily. "Black-bloody-bones, This is like Draxis all over again." He mutters, "Just another one I couldn't save- but Black-bloody-bones, when did it get so hard to roll the dice..." He pours himself a drink and hums an old war tune to himself, sleeping upright with his hat over his eyes periodically- and talking quietly to the others to pass the time.

I got nothing new to add. Just putting a post down so I can edit some rp into it later .3.;

(are you kidding me? Check page one >.> like, I get that it wasn't very long post- but I don't see why I got poke voted over someone who was actually inactive...) for future reference just keep an eye out for the badly animated swordsman v

because I did make a post? ftr, I do have the game open in the background as a tab because I use chrome and opening it up every time it updates is a hassle

I'm placing a vote on Ecthelion III to counter his unjustified "poke vote" on me before the rollover. I know he hasn't been online since to remove the vote, but I don't want any last minute vote withdrawals to leave me hanging- it's very simple to just log out of your account to hide the fact that you're lurking as a guest. Exion, who has remained uncharacteristically silent throughout the exchange, adjusts his hat slightly and looks at the wall. Taking a pen, he dabs at the drying words on the wall. "I don't think it's blood." He concludes, "It's wax." "What's happened is very simple- someone must have stolen the wax seals from the desk and melted them through the ceiling. The reason they formed letters is because the same thief or an accomplice carved them into the wall beforehand in a way that we would not notice until the red wax dripped into the engraving. We can assume based on their message that their intent was to deliver a warning. The question therefore, is who did it? After all, it has to have been one of us who melted the wax in the first place- and we're the only ones here, right? So that means someone's found a way into the upper rooms and didn't tell the rest of the group, huh? I wouldn't be surprised if this place had a few secret corridors or two." The Gambler notices a guy in red uniforms hand reaching for his belt out of the corner of his eye, and Exion instinctively reaches for one of the short swords at his side with a fixed glare at the nameless stranger, "You starting, pal?"

poke votes are bad mkay? V: and for the record Ecthe, I did make a post- just because it isn't a thousand words long doesn't mean it doesn't count. honestly, I don't see why anyone should be lynched yet from an rp perspective- nobody's died yet and nobody in character knows that the house is making us turn on each other. If we lynch someone today there is literally no justification except "because the gm said so". I get people like to metagame these sort of competitions, I just think it's immersion breaking. but that's just me, I guess

missing wax seals? wasn't me ok, so I'm assuming the blood writing is an omen- what's the other one? Or am I missing something?

"So, uh... Looks like we might be stuck here for a while time, eh? Ah, don't worry about it- big houses aren't so bad, I've been stuck in houses way bigger than this while there was even people living in them. See, the first part to stop being lost is to just pretend that you're not lost in the first place- sort've like gambling, yknow? That kind of schtick really freaks people out sometimes. There's probably a window somewhere we can get a rope off, right? No? Hey, Artie- right? Doctor Artie? You look like the kinda a guy who'd help a kingsman out, not that I am a kingsman, but I see you got a lot of sou--breaths to make those strawman things. Yknow, this one time I saw a guy do a trick where he used one of the breath thingys to make a straw key- you think you could do that with these door? What do you mean it wouldn't work? Ah, you're no fun- how do you know it's not going to work until you try, eh? Alright, alright- sorry, sheesh, just trying to broaden our options a little. Bloody soul magic, doesn't make a lick of sense... H-hey, where you other guys going? C'mon now, we gotta act like a team here- stick together, and all that schmuck. Ain't you guys ever been in an abandoned house before? Going alones a good way to get your leg snapped on a rotting plank- see, that's why I always bring my horse with me... Hey, where is my horse...? What do you mean you left her in the stable?! Do you have any idea how much she hates those? What do you mean you didn't know where else to put her?! Ok, ok, I guess I can let it slide once- but I don't want to give her any funny ideas, my horse ain't no kingsman and I don't want you spoiling her with your sugar cubes or some kingsman nonsense. Oh, speaking of food- you guys got any? Here, I'll raise you three duck dumplings for a waterskin over a game of Ducksteeth, eh? Tsh, suit yourselves- eat your own food, why don't you? Cmon, I thought teams were supposed to trust each other with this kind of stuff. Inarius would have a fit if he was here, ya'll are no fun... Hey, while we're here... I don't suppose anyones going to mind if a few odd things disappear, some of these old toys must be worth a fortune... Not that I'd, um... Ever steal, or anything. Yeah, I'll just put this under financial compensation for poor service..."

"Now, I'm no kingsman- but I've seen my fair share of haunted houses, yknow? Back where I'm from, couldn't throw a bloody stick without accidentally defiling some ancient cultist secret burial ground. Well, maybe they were just plain old regular houses with regular people living inside them- but still, you'd think they were haunted by Blackbones herself with all the racket a lady would kick up after a little stick goes through the window. And I have met cultists, don't think I haven't- some of my best friends are cultists. Well, ok, maybe it was more a one sided relationship- but being on a sacrificial table can be a great bonding experience, so I've heard. Who needs blood sacrifices when you got a good pack of cards and a round wooden table of cultists- am I right? Doesn't even have to be cultists. Or a wooden table. These were my brothers cards, yknow, finest cavalier in the east- shame about the whole fingers thing, very tragic. That being said, I may not be a kingsman- but people like me can't ride out in the wilderness forever, I've been a pilgrim for three years and I still eat minnows for all it's bloody worth because I can't catch worth a damnation. See, much better at playing cards I am- haven't lost a single game with my brothers cards, swear it's like they've got a breath of their own sometimes. Anyone up for a round of Ducksteeth? What about Hangmans Bluff? Tssk, suit yourselves- I wouldn't want to rob any of you blind over a few bad hands because I'm no kingsman and only a kingsman would steal. See, that's the problem with this them noble types- give them a hand and they take the whole bloody arm, know what I mean? Wouldn't trust one to even fart sideways. Once a kingsman tried to steal my hat- I say steal, but yknow, the kind of steal where you give the person money back? Crazy, right? But if there's one thing you can count on me- it's that I always look after my hat, my horse, and my cards. And you guys, obviously, but don't even get me started on the Godkingsmen, always with the garish clothing and the obnoxious shouting- what's wrong with just a grey coat and a good wide brimmed hat, I tell you? Ah, but I'm getting sidetracked. I'm no kingsman, but see- I've been getting a good run lately, been saving up for a place to put my feet up. Tavern common rooms just don't do it for me any more, know what I'm saying? When was the last time you saw a good dartboard in a tavern anyway? Ah, maybe I'll even write home- there's this one girl I had to leave behind, talked about settling down and getting a proper job. Shame about the whole rabbits thing. Ah, she's probably better of without me- what does she know about haunted houses anyway? My horse probaby knows more, and I don't think my horse has even smelt a cultist. Actually, thinking about it, there was this one time in the north when we got ambushed by undead- I mean- Returned, as you'd call them. The guy who lead them was a bloody nutjob too, but let me tell you- never a quicker hand at Dragonchess, know what I mean? What? No I never played against him- you think I'm some sort of kingsman or something? Because I think you might have me confused with someone else. Anyway, the house looks nice- lets hope Blackbones isn't feeling particularly grumpy today, eh? I could use some good luck for once. Ooh, say- that reminds me, I know a good ghost story to get you all in the gambling mood. Stop me if you've heard it before, I call it The Murder That Only The Bees Saw- and it goes a little something like this..."

I'd like to sign up too, if that's alright. The names Exion, a gambler. How longs a turn? A week, a day?