Adamir

I had written a long post for Night 1, but there was a power cut and I felt too lazy to start over. I'll get to work re-writing it; as I said in MR7, there is only a 25% chance we will get an Eliminator on Day 1, as it is mostly a random guess.

My current English Literature teacher has a severe case of favoritism towards his two nephews in the class. Let me put it this way; one of them turned in an assignment a week late, and which skipped several questions; said person then said, and I quote, "I have a procrastination complex. One day, I am going to be awesome." There is no justice when he gets full marks for an incomplete, late assignment when I was up until 02:00 AM to get mine done on time.

When you recite the Skybreaker oath upon signing up for the police force. White text disclaimer: That wasn't me; it was a friend of mine.

I'd like to point you to the rp section of the forum, judging by your stated interests; if you both like video games and rp, I'd point you to Heirs to the Final Empire. Generation 4 starts in two weeks. Looking forward to betraying and assassinating seeing you there!

In the three minutes since you posted this, nine people have checked the thread. I'm not sure which is more disturbing - did all of you drop everything and log on simultaneously, or did you keep clicking refresh every .5 seconds? Memes of Radiance is starting to feel like a cult.

Time to derail the discussion away from Lopen before my tears short-circuit my PC. I always thought it was because Kaladin viewed himself as dangerous to those around him that the brand didn't fade; Shash, in the same way you would put a sign in front of a bear enclosure to warn people away.

Please don't crucify me, but first impressions of Elend Cullen were of Meyer-esque true wuv. Feel free to call me a cynic - its my only sense of identity - but my eyes rolled back far enough to give me a good look at my own brain when we got to the point where Kelsier's crew just decides to put him on the throne with no justification other than because the story demanded it; wait, the story didn't demand it. Elend would have been a lot more interesting if he had to actually fight for his throne as well as fighting to keep it, but he became a bit of a Gary Stu with his unflinching ideologies when he could have saved dozens, perhaps hundreds, if he hadn't stuck as firmly to his moral code.

Please parry. Love, from your innards. --- There's always more innocence to lose.

I am almost certain Wyrm said something along the lines of "your public action cannot be Trying for an Heir". Has anyone made any other public actions?

Fanfiction Mode Enabled. Voidbinding Speculation Initiated. 'You're late.' I sighed. 'The entrails told me you'd arrive yesterday.' 'And the wine told me I'd arrive tomorrow,' I replied. 'Extispicy,' he mumbled while slicing open the raven's ribs, 'is a very precise art. The entrails never lie, you were simply late.' 'Wait a moment. So its now my fault that the entrails got the time wrong?' Kagé sighed, discarding the knife and pulling the ribs to either side to expose a recently beating heart by his nails. I tried to keep my stomach under control and maintain my last meal. 'The art is never wrong. This... your action is wrong. You should have been here twenty minutes ago. You deviated from your semita, do you know how many of my readings will go awry because of that?' He tugged at a black mustache that hung below the chin, inadvertently staining it red. His fingers ran over the bird with more enthusiasm, albeit restrained, than I thought possible for the subject matter. 'I'll have a visitor, in the next few minutes, if your broken semita doesn't stretch too far.' Kagé jogged up the stairs, leaving me to deal with the raven. While he rinsed the blood off his fingers, I looked for a sack. While he held his knife under the water, I tried not to think about what I was doing, and picked up the bird. While he carefully washed out every last trace of blood from his coal black mustache, I ran a cloth over the crimson altar. Sometimes, I wonder which of us had the better part of our deal. 'If my semita is such an issue,' I yelled up the stairs while I wiped away the last traces of blood on the altar, 'why don't you just fix it?' 'You,' he replied with more than a touch of annoyance in his voice, 'You still don't understand. Interfere with a semita, and you go against fate. Try to correct a semita, you can only break it further. I, I have done too much damage, simply because you know it is broken. Now, you will be conscious of its fracture. And that may make Libat's task all the harder, may his burdens lessen as your semita rights itself.' We didn't always agree on everything. Let me correct that sentence; we didn't agree on anything. But to hear his glimpses of the future, it was worth humoring a senile old lighteyes. His help, while costly, was invaluable. To know the exact hour a shop would be unwatched, the exact minute when a merchant's guards grew distracted, days before it happened. It was a thing of Voidbringers, I knew, but with profits on the line, I couldn't care less. At the first sigh from behind me, I swung the sack behind the altar and hid my bloodied hands behind my back. A darkeyed woman in a red gown glanced distastefully at the altar, muttering something I couldn't quite hear. Judging by the tone, it didn't sound complimentary. The hood on her cloak stopped directly above emerald eyes amidst coppery Makabaki skin. Black runic patterns I couldn't decipher made their way along her sleeves, looping around and rejoining with themselves. There was no hair to either compliment or skirmish her other features, with a thick, well defined bone structure. This was a woman I could never call 'beautiful' - the closest word was 'unnerving'. Or possibly terrifying. Her expression remained distasteful, glancing at my bloodied hands. Kagé slowly made his way down the stairs, ignoring his guest's obvious impatience. I found myself wanting to make an excuse and step away from the woman and what seemed like an aura of distaste, but couldn't quite bring myself to it. If I moved, I would catch her attention. And while in hindsight – actually, never mind. In hindsight, my fear was completely valid. Even unarmed, she looked dangerous. How Kagé could take a leisurely walk down the stairs with her waiting at the bottom, I would never understand. Or perhaps it was because she was waiting at the bottom that he slowed his pace. I would probably do the same. She turned to him, allowing me an opportunity to scurry to the doorway. Her tone was low, but her voice still reached me clearly from across the room, with a heavy Makabari accent – I was right about that much from the skin tone. 'Ossein sent me to consult your blasphemies.' Her accent stretched the first syllable of each word, while placing more emphasis on the end. They were spoken calmly, but I still had to use all my conviction to avoid bolting through the door. Kagé frowned, glancing at the altar. 'Caesarae!' He always liked to yell when he had an excuse, even if I were in the same room. 'Bring back the bird, there are more answers I can pull out of it.' I tried to keep my visible trembling to a minimum, aiming for a confident walk back to the altar. I knew thugs and brightlords alike with the same aura as this woman in red; show fear, and they would latch on like wolves to lone deer. I was inexplicably terrified, but managed to restrain it. Sighing, I reached into the sack, pulled out the bird – getting more blood over my arms – and laid it in front of Kagé. He pulled out his newly cleaned knife, and put it to work once more, swearing under his breath about re-using entrails. The woman gave me a disdainful look, and I felt the urge to bolt for the door. The same urge that a cremling might feel when faced with an axehound, and, like said cremling, I could barely bring myself to twitch. The fear of rabbits faced with foxes, too terrified to run. Kagé glanced up, specks of blood beneath his eye, and noticed. 'Lysen,' he sighed, 'drop the charm. Your 'blasphemies' are no different to mine.' A moment later, I felt something lift from the air around me. It was as if I had stood in a smoke filled room for so long that I had learned to ignore it. And now I had stepped out to fresh air, feeling release from the oppressive weight I hadn't even noticed and marveling at how I could have breathed before. I took several deep breaths, savoring what felt like new found freedom after years in chains; something I could only remember as a concept. And I realized the true weight of that crushing, oppressive fear. 'That...' I searched for words. 'That was terrifying. That was the worst feeling of my life.' Kagé chuckled as he returned to the raven. 'My assistant has a tenancy to exaggerate and run with his imagination, don't take it personally. He does it to everyone.' 'And...' I choked out through my teeth, 'Does she do that to everyone?' 'Only,' Lysen chipped in, 'to people like Kagé. And people who help him.' I flinched, taking another excuse to scurry for the door. 'Stop,' Kagé hissed, pulling out what I suspected to be either a lung or a liver. His eyes focused on patterns I couldn't see, glinting with barely restrained enthusiasm as blood began to drip down his wrist and stain his already crimson tunic. 'The man you are looking for will attend Dalinar's feast. Payment?' 'Twenty emerald broams. After I have his head. Which, by what you've told me, will be impossible while he attends. Give me something better.' Kagé glanced to me. 'How well do you think you could imitate a Brightlord?' I answered by tracing the edge of one of my eyes, drawing emphasis to the color. 'A darkeyed brightlord, you say?' He ignored me, making his way to a shelf and pulling down a fist-sized casket. 'A darkeyes in Kholinar found a way to make pieces of glass small enough to slip in to the eyeball, and linger without damaging your vision. You've always been hard of sight, I remember?' I didn't give a response. That was a sore point for me; a thief who couldn't spot a broam at twenty meters. 'No matter,' he continued. 'The inventor was killed, quietly, discreetly, and her workshop was burned to the ground. I had contacts among the Kholinar City Watch, who managed to pull four pairs from the wreckage. Take these, get in there, and kill Lysen's target. Fifteen, fifteen of the twenty broams will be yours; consider it an incentive to keep working for me. I would have Lysen go, but as you can see, she wouldn't fit the image of a Brightlady, by appearance or, or mannerism.' Joining as Caesarae, a Darkeyed thief with contact lenses; I always wondered why no one used them, then realized that were they to be invented, the Vorin church and every Lighteyes in the nation would pounce on the inventor. Occasional repeated words are not typos - they are part of Kagé's accent.

Adolin lurched awake.

A single sphere fell from her sleeve, almost completely dun, the small flicker of Stormlight barely perceivable.

Action 1 Who: Lord Anders What: Applying for Stewardship for Seran and surrounding regions When: Action 1 Why: To solidify control EDIT: Changed from "Eastern Dominance" to "Seran"

Place your bets, people! In one corner we have TwiLyght, bloodthirsty goddess of bloodthirsty murder! Notable kills Sylphrena Kelsier Sarene Kaladin The Lord Ruler Dalinar And in the other corner we have Shallan, the Lightweaver with no useful combat Surges! Notable kills A chunk of woodThis may be a fairly one-sided fight...

I find it more bearable if I go by the theory that she is just an insecure teenage girl whom people are humoring to avoid upsetting her. Actually, that could lead to good character development for her, and could lead to some interesting scenarios.

Dear Mistborn, There is no shame in coming second place, even if there were only two competitors. But there is shame in coming last place, even if there were only two competitors. Yours Truly, Reality

"No," the voice of the Almighty rang out, "I've created a plothole to do with stormlight which cannot be adequately summarized in a single sentence without becoming more of a run-on sentence than it already is!"

I've sent in a letter of complaint stating it wasn't me on the account at the time - alongside a video recording of my brother confessing while I held his wallet over a stove to motivate him (hint hint, there is no greater way to stir up an enthusiastic confession than holding a hundred dollar bill from their savings over a fire*). Now, I will wait for a response. *I didn't burn it.

Can I give a suggestion? The penalty could apply to skaa for Food, the ministry for Weapons and your own family for Luxuries.

Like a complete idiot, I clicked 'Remember this account', by the logic that no one else would be using that PC who also happened to play Smite. Also by the logic that people who would be using my PC would be in the same room as me, I didn't put a password on the computer.

I left my PC out in the open for one day when I was out of town, instead of taking reasonable precautions in the presence of my eleven year old brother such as locking it safely away in a vault on the moon. Long story sort,I came back to find a notification telling me I've received a permanent ban from Smite - the game I've been addicted to for the last few years, which I've been playing since its early alpha days, and which I've invested sixty dollars pounds towards buying characters, skins and so on - for deliberately feeding the opposing team, harassment, impersonating a HiRez employee and excessive vulgarity. Apparently, while I was gone, my little brother dropped in at my house (without me knowing he was there until I interrogated him about it when I got back), then played a few rounds of Smite on my PC, with my account, where he was so agonizingly bad that it looked like he was deliberately trying to sabotage his own team. He swore at them and threatened to, and I quote, (CENSORED), (CENSORED), (CENSORED), (CENSORED) (CENSORED) (CENSORED) (CENSORED) (CENSORED). Then, he started swearing and screaming at my Clan, getting me kicked out of there, too. Next, he sent friend requests to the entire enemy team, then told them they were being banned from the game for cheating, because, and I quote, "I am the CEO of the company known as HiRez and I am here to inform you that your accounts will be permanently destroyed because you cheated and killed me in that last match." Apparently, impersonating a HiRez employee is enough to get you permanently banned without any of the earlier infractions. Bear in mind that this is an eleven year old brain which could not hold its anger together long enough to think through a decent imitation - actually, I just insulted the intelligence of that entire demographic. He has the overall intelligence of a nine year old child when it comes to logic and anger management. I know there's supposed to be unconditional love when it comes to siblings, but... it can get very, very hard sometimes. I still think my brother needs therapy, but both of my parents kept saying things along the lines of "He doesn't have anger issues, he's just unique," and I quote, "an indigo child." That was more than a full year's effort to reach Rank 30, find a high level clan, get Legendary skins for every Hunter and Assassin, and reach Mastery Level 10 for three characters. Gone. Its just... gone.

When the phrase "Read MIstborn" turns from a suggestion into a greeting with non-Sanderfan members of your immediate family due to its sheer frequency of use.

I am not exaggerating when I say that I bought a flight ticket to New York as soon as I finished reading this, under the flimsy excuse of visiting family. Family... Wayne's hat... Family... Wayne's hat... I'll pretend its a difficult choice over the phone.

I forgot the day was ending that quickly - sorry about that. I would get back into the game, since I think I'll get enough suspicion to be the next lynch, and therefore make the regular Returned waste another day. I've picked someone at random from those lists to save, and sent it in the PM.

Public Action I Trying for an Heir (Male name Regnus, female name Lyna) Public Action II Upgrading a Mine Who: Lord Anders What: Upgrading the mine owned by his House When: Action 2 Where: Countryside around Seran Why: Profit