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Hmm... who should I provide with a poke vote? That hobbit-thing Smeagol/Leftinspace hasn't been very active lately. EDIT: Retracting vote.
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For a moment, Zas, I assumed that anyone outside of Discovery would be outraged that their easy, unearned victory was snatched away at the last moment. Seriously, though, we stayed within the mechanics. If this is what faction games are like, count me out of the next one. Strikers before bribes, Execution before conversion, Destination before journey. The Knights Sociopath must stand again. This isn't directly against you, Kas; in my opinion, the natural human instinct is to help as many people as possible when it is an option, because this forum is a small community and you will have to talk to and have awkward conversations with the people you have assassinated. If they are Discovery, then you have an excuse - it was the majority over the minority, sorry I picked the majority. But when there is a faction transfer that occurs every cycle, wherein nearly everyone who isn't Discovery or an Arbiter can have a victory, are you really that surprised people chose to do the common good? And there were people who followed your vision. At Kipper's provocation, our Strikers killed each other so as to prove that we were maintaining your vision. We spent the first few cycles trying to take out Arbiters. When we realized the threat Discovery posed, we created a temporarily, incredibly fragile alliance - and now we are getting beaten for making that alliance. I will gladly join any further games you create, Kas, so long as they are not faction-based. This isn't a criticism of you - it is a criticism of the format. The last faction based game I played on another forum ended up like this as well. EDIT: I overreacted, sorry.
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An open letter to Kasimir I hope I'm not overreacting by my repeated insistence to not get murderized, but allow me to draw attention to the Elimination Games Etiquette Policy, Etiquette for GameMasters, Sections One and Three. Quote (emphasis mine); 1. Treat both teams fairly. This might seem like common sense, but it is easy for a GM to start favoring the underdog. Let your game progress naturally. Don't out players or make things difficult for one of the teams. You need to be as impartial as possible. 3. Don’t get power happy. In a way, the GM’s word is god in their own game. Don’t abuse this to make players play the way you want them to play. Your role isn’t to guide them as much as it is to provide structure for them. While it all relies on interpretation, it is my belief that you are both favoring the underdog and attempting to direct players onto a linear path. If I did not have as much use to my team as a diplomat, I would resign at this stage - as is most likely, Discovery will kill me tonight, courtesy of Regicide, preventing me from even revealing my latest scan through removal of delayed death. You have rendered the role of Resealer useless, and have sabotaged your own efforts to turn this from a village-eliminator game to a faction war. Now, we will all focus on Discovery, because if we don't, Discovery will kill us all.
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EDIT: Calmed down now... sorry about the earlier rant. Having a bit of a bad day - and yes, that's no excuse. I've trimmed most of the rant. Sorry for how rude I was. I've been asking that same question for the last two cycles - what does Regicide do? As I don't think there is anything left for Kas to threaten us with now that he gave Discovery an advantage because we partially united against Discovery, how about we all unite against Discovery? On another note, what, exactly, counts as meta-gaming the system?
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Accidental downvote; sorry about that. Could someone fix it? On another note, nobody died? That is surprising in what I expected to be a murder-fest. EDIT: Thanks, ParanoidKing, for fixing the downvote. Not that I won't still try to kill you. By the way, how about the factions stop treating this as a faction game and unite against Discovery, turning this into a generic villager-vs-eliminator game, because of what Kas did to stop us treating this as a generic villager-vs-eliminator game?
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First, why, oh why, can't we have one of these Sandman-themed games? I, someone who before this year would say the words 'comic book' in the same sentence as 'teddy bear' and 'pacifier', have been indoctrinated into the cult of Gaimanism, and I believe I speak for comic readers present when I say why haven't I seen one of Wyrm's Sandman games yet? Second, a generic suggestion based on Middle Earth: Shadow of Mordor. Shadow of the Wraith Background They say Uruk-Hai know no fear. They are wrong. There is a Wraith that stalks the Uruks. He has fought and killed dozens in a single skirmish without allies. Now, he hunts the five warchiefs, before commencing his plan to kill the Black Captains. For an Uruk, the Wraith is death incarnate, a bright sword glistening with black Uruk blood as it cleaves its way through countless denizens of Sauron. And the Wraith has only been growing stronger in its power. He Brands those he finds useful, creating a loyal army hidden among his enemies. The members of Warchief Ashgarn's elite guard and their followers stand ready for an attack, both from the Wraith, and from within - from the Branded, those Uruks who will follow his orders and murder whom he chooses. If the Branded infiltrate Warchief Ashgarn's high bodyguards, then Warchief Ashgarn will die. Factions Roles Eliminator Kills Traits
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Oliver Queen - zinc ferring. Tap mental speed for the time it takes to calculate his shots for their accuracy. Barry Allen - pewter/steel Twinborn. Steel for Insert Captain Obvious Meme Here, pewter to survive sudden loss of momentum and for above average healing. Daenerys Targaryen - zinc/brass Twinborn. Zinc to riot emotions, gather followers and maintain control over her dragons, brass to store heat and thereby survive the funeral pyre.
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Question: Is it considered breaking the overall game rules to not commit crimes against morality, eradicate Discovery and move everyone to the only faction that still has an Arbiter so as to provide as few people as possible with a loss on their overall win/loss ratio? Wait a moment - the Overmind is calling us, we must eradicate other factions with extreme prejudice. In my opinion, adding a faction transfer mechanic simply calls to the human desire to do more good than harm for the sake of their own conscience. But then again, to do so we would have to avoid using the lynch, and if even one Discoverer slips through the net, then Discovery has complete control over the lynch due to being the only one to put in a vote. I have no idea what Slaughter is, but I will assume it will give them an instant victory? EDIT: I just read through the earlier posts, that was exactly what Phattemer suggested. Sorry about that.
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Thay stood on a perch atop a rocky outcropping, gripping the stone with both hands. The people here called this place the 'Shattered Plains'. An apt description; he remembered a broken plate as a child, dropping a heavy rock onto its center. It had cracked and broken with much the same patterns as the Plains. What was of more interest to him, however, was the storm that passed the previous night. It had been burning, literally burning, with energy, but it refused to obey. This world functioned under different laws than his own.
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Why, exactly, is Paranoid King still alive? Edit: Two strikers died, that explains it.
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I forgot about this for a few weeks - sorry about that. Reading through what's happened so far...
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Sorry for my lack of roleplay the last cycle - hopefully this compensates for it. Gedwick - Farrsolin Executioner Gallows humor becomes difficult to pull off as the knot is tied around your neck. Some of you scream. Some of you cry. Some of you beg. And some of you face your deaths with dignity. All poised and noble, you highborn types with heads held high as the noose drops around your head. You are such beautiful liars... it almost makes me laugh, if I had the smallest fragment of what might have once been humor in my soul. Killing people for a living does that to a man; you get out of the business quickly, or you commit to it for the rest of your life. Sad to say, I'm not hanging lordlings today. No, seven screaming, pitiful little things that keep squirming and thrashing as the City Watch hold them still. These are the people who lead the riots. Seven people who might have had some individuality to them, but everyone looks the same in gray prisoner garb. Eight hundred people have gathered around the execution square, held at bay by fifty guardsmen. Every possible background is represented, from beggars in rags to farmers in torn tunics, from entertainers in a patchwork of colours to merchants in their fine silk suits. There was nothing in common between members of the crowd, save for the two bands they wore. Red on the left arm, grey on the right. Red for the fires a hundred years ago, grey for the ash in the air. Mennet Farrsolin's soldiers disobeyed orders, and the repercussions are still being felt a hundred years ago. Well, here, all that kept them from swarming me and freeing the riot leaders was a thin wall of metal pikes. But these were protesters; they were fickle, and would never commit to something as risky as saving their champions. No, they were here to watch. This was just some more entertainment for them, if a bit more sadistic than what they were used to. I finished the last noose, whose bearer had long since run foul of a sore throat. A priest steps forward in dark greys, reading out their last rites. I let my mind wander; I hear the same sermon at every execution. Instead, I looked to two people standing at the forefront of the crowd. When they stepped forwards, the guards stepped back, and the crowd followed. They were not generals, or leaders. No, they were two Farrsolin Mistborn in anonymous earthen-brown robes, the High Speakers. To any man who doubts in the existence of higher powers, let him see a High Speaker's fury. 'Drop them,' I muttered to my assistant. One would think that executions deserve more ceremony on part of the killer, but fifteen years in the business leaves the sane ones cold. The first man drops with nary a sound from his lungs. The rope snaps taught, squeezing at his throat while he thrashes with tied wrists. He flails, but with his windpipe constricted, he can't scream. Someone further down the line screams in his place. The second man drops. The noose was just the slightest bit too wide, and while it still chokes him, its ends catch on his ears and start drawing blood as he twists and turns to try to get his head out. The third man drops. He isn't highborn, but he acts like it, all that quiet dignity and sneering arrogance that come with success. The crowd is still silent, like a hound preparing for a sprint. For the first time that day, I feel the slightest bit nervous. 'Hurry up,' I hissed to my assistant. Better to get this done and get out before the watchers realize how vulnerable we are. Four ropes snap taut. Four men flail about in pathetic desperation. Four men begin to die. Crack. Crack. And just like that, two men are on the ground, gasping for breath. 'Guards!' I yell, but my warning was unnecessary. Three of them were already rushing towards the riot leaders, but they don't take any time to remark on their good fortune. They broke out into an awkward sprint, stumbling with bound hands while trying to evade the guardsmen. The first dives beneath a pike, but forgets the first rule of acrobatics - you need your arms to balance. Hands tied, he can only stumble and fall. He almost kisses the dirt by his angle, and the guard grabs him by the rope around his wrists. The second is having slightly better luck, although not by much. He slides around the first man in his path, slipping under the second's weapon like the red tried and failed to do. He almost hits the crowd, until a guardsman leaps onto him from behind, burrowing a knee in the man's back. 'Kill them,' I whispered, then repeated it so the guards could hear. 'Kill them now!' This was going wrong in every way possible. The guards glanced around, as if uncertain what to do, ignoring my orders. These men were peasants in every sense of the word, dressed up to look intimidating but with no idea what to do with their new status. A High Speaker stepped forwards, raising his hand. And with that simple movement, the City Watch fell to the ground. Every man among them dropped their pikes. Most removed their helmets. And just like that, chaos collapsed. The riot leaders slowly crawled to their feet, walking up to the High Speaker. He raised his hand, pointing to the crowd, and the two prisoners ran past, disappearing into the mob. No, no... Mai's orders had been clear. Don't let anyone interrupt the execution. They all had to die, no matter who tried to stop it... 'You.' I turned to my assistant. 'You were supposed to check the ropes. Can't I trust you to do something that simple...' He smiled. A boy barely grown, but with the coldest eyes I'd seen. It was why I had picked him as my apprentice. He was jaded and broken, the two best traits for an executioner to have. He twirled a knife between two fingers. 'Lady Farrsolin will have me on those gallows because of this! You knew how dangerous these people were. How could-' He raised a finger, walking up to me. 'Part of the plan.' His voice, in the rare occasions when he spoke, was like listening to stone scraping glass. 'She won't kill you.' 'And how,' I hissed, 'is she going to let me live? She has to set an example, and I am going to be that example... Lord Ruler, why did I hire you?' 'She won't kill you. Dead men die once.' The knife went in. Action: None so far, just a bit of roleplay in advance of the action.
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Shame. *rings bell* Shame. *rings bell* Shame. *rings bell* Shame. *rings bell*
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A few additional ideas. And just to confirm, we have pretty much agreed to go with the idea that the Great Dahaka is using a Shard, but isn't in the Cosmere, right? -The Great Dahaka does have a Shard's power. As I suggested earlier, the Survival Shard pushes everything to maximum efficiency, making him create a civilization with efficiency in mind. Ten years before the Horizon (give me a better name, please) reaches the new galaxy, his powers fail, but visions from the Yo'Lin tell him to watch for the day 'distant travelers' reach Dakhara for a chance of recovering the Survival Shard. -The Survival Shard flees because it senses the approach of another alien species bent on conquest. As Dakhara is split in constant war that the Great Dahaka actively maintains, it would have little defense against outside invaders, and it was too late at that point to change strategies. The Survival Shard fled to find a new host, this time in one of the invaders, who hasn't actually unlocked its powers yet. -The new alien species is functionally immortal, and most of them still recall the Azi Dominion that conquered their galaxy thousands of years earlier and either exterminated or enslaved every other species. They are taking no chances, and are actively poisoning the Haze - it carries toxins rather easily, bypassing the usual Azi resistance. This new Haze is crimson instead of purple, but becomes hard to notice when mixed with regular Haze. -The invaders have set up 'contamination stations' in the lower atmosphere hovering above ground, which slowly pump toxins into the Haze. The toxins leave Azi brain dread if they are exposed to them for too long. Soon after that, the toxins activate the same gene that has the S'Redit go berserk when given liquid Haze, stopping them from feeling any emotions save for rage. I'll let someone else come up with the new aliens.
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Not entirely sure at the moment - is this going to be a Rashek case, wherein he only held the power for a brief period of time? Or will he have the power constantly? I'd say it would be a bit more interesting if he were a former deity who maintained the pretense to hold his citizens in line, but that might be echoing Mistborn too strongly. My current idea is for him to be able to influence people breathing in Haze, but I'll leave it up to you. Also, are we planning to cross over with any other works of fiction later on? P.S You don't watch Red Dwarf? Heretic!
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I was thinking of him having a physical manifestation as a much larger version of a Yo'Lin, being the only remaining member of what was once the only Azi breed - if we go with the Shard story, then he created the other breeds to perform specific functions for his society. "Captain Smith!" The navigator rushed through the door before it had even finished sliding open, his face glistening with sweat and his eyes with anticipation. "We've finally caught up with the ship!" "Finally," Ashley sighed, "open communication channels. Are we close enough?" "Yes, captain. Opening communication channels." A holographic screen materialized in front of her, expanding to reveal a pale, haggard face. His hair was neatly combed, immaculate to the point of an obsession - as though trying to enforce a sense of respect onto others. A sense of respect that failed spectacularly. There was an arrogant look in his eyes, pride and a sense of smug superiority. But most distinctive of all was the silver H tattooed onto his forehead. "Finally," Ashley sighed, "I've caught up with you. We've spent the last week following your co-ordinates. Are you the chief officer on that red tin can you call a ship?" "Officer?" The man's accent carried the same sense of smug superiority. Ashley felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to punch him. "You are speaking to the acting captain of the JMC mining ship Red Dwarf." His voice quivered partway through the sentence - clearly lying. "Where is your captain? I and several of my men will board your vessel to speak to the actual captain. Any resistance on your part will be taken as a declaration of hostility, and met with the same response. Gentlemen, forgive the cliche of it all, but set phasers to stun." Just meant as a joke, not a serious suggestion.
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He isn't here, definitely spooked if our Striker followed orders. On another note, should I or should I not upvote Kas, taking him out of his sacred reputation ranking? EDIT: My last scan was Araris, he was innocent.
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In that case, I'm switching my flour mill to a bakery. Thanks! EDIT: Is it just me, or is literally everyone cashing in to the emerging food industry?
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The Soulstamp was a thing of beauty. Eighty five meters wide, a perfect circle of Soulstone with inscriptions carved into the rock. The Great Dahaka raised his hand, and two hundred serpentine Sel'Ke flew into the air, ropes in their jaws to raise it into the air. Even with two hundred, it was a struggle. But the Great Dahaka felt secure in the knowledge that this change would please the Cobalt King. He with seventeen thousand nine hundred and ninety four Breath - but of course, after today, no Dahaka would have any knowledge of Breath, nor Investiture. "Wait!" A reptilian creature dived from the upper atmosphere, screeching to the ground. Haze met intruder, and a sudden surge of euphoria left it unable to flap its wings. The Great Dahaka watched in horror as it slammed into first one Sel'Ke, then another, then another, flailing about to grasp something and tearing at their hides with its claws. The Sel'Ke screeched in pain, dropping the ropes - but they were high enough, thank Adonalsium, and the Soulstamp began to fall to the ground. The Soulstamp struck the earth, and ripples of Investiture began to spread. It was working! The Cobalt King would surely be pleased, for the very properties of Haze were changing. The Shard the Great Dahaka had held for centuries departed - he had never bonded it in the first place. And a device materialized as if from Shadesmar, capable of holding the planet in stasis without assistance from Investiture. The creature landed in front of the Great Dahaka, gasping as it reached for a gas mask tied to its left wing. Pulling it on, it whispered its message with haggard breath. "The Cobalt King sent me... don't retcon completely..." Feelings of dread struck the Great Dahaka, as his wallet began to cough awkwardly. He would need another Soulstamp.
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Question Can grain be turned directly to bread at a bakery, making bread a Tier II good, as Lord Wair assumes? Or is it a Tier III good, with grain being turned into flour, then into bread, as I assumed?
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The Great Dahaka stared down at Kagé, golden eyes glittering with fury. "Retcons! Retcons everywhere! Why, just this morning the Azi Dahaka were an alien civilization. And now, they are magic dragons. And you want to turn them back into aliens?" "W-w-well..." Kagé stuttered. "I didn't think of it that way... the Kobold King told me to." "Very well," the Great Dahaka sighed. "We must obey the great King of the Kobolds. Send word to the scribes and Tar'Ka'Jun, we are re-writing our own history again. Do you know how expensive it will be to procure a Soulstamp large enough for the entire planet?" "How about... How about we Soulstamp the planet to be able to afford the Soulstamp?" "Fine, do whatever you want. It isn't like anyone pays attention to the lore or anything. Tomorrow morning - I am not going to retcon anything at four AM. Yes, I know there is no day and night cycle here." In all seriousness, it was a bad idea to lock it into the Cosmere. If it is a part of the Cosmere, we're just re-treading through what has already been explored. I wrote this eight hours ago, but my internet vanished just before I could hit send. Just skip over my Additional Ideas post, and you'll have a planet completely disconnected from the Cosmere.
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I would upvote, but I hit my quota an hour ago. Kagé clutched his forehead, howling in pain. "What is it?" one of his Ymmur servants asked, rushing up to him. "I sense a great disturbance in the Force," he whispered. "Time and space has been re-written. What was may no longer be, and never has been... The wind was not the beginning, for there are neither beginnings nor ends..." "Get me a Tar'Ka'Jun!" the Ymmur screamed down the hallway, before turning back to Kagé. "How? Who would do such a thing? Have they no knowledge of chaos theory? How many planets have they destroyed by changing their past?" "A human... a human without a name. A human incapable of cooking, until he used Soul Forgery to re-write his own history... Send a warning to the Great Dahaka. The Balance of the Force is broken. There has been a retcon."
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Thanks, Kobold! Additional ideas -I'm sure everyone has thought of this already. Hoid brings the ship to the Cosmere. Why? The reactor was strong enough to contain a Shard, and he is planning on imprisoning Odium. As seen in WoB, Hoid and Odium used to be allies - their hatred is not a lifelong rivalry, it is a betrayed friendship. Hoid is planning on imprisoning Odium and separating it from Raise to try and recover his old friend. This occurs just over ten years before Elantris, or one year before the Reod - let us assume that is when Odium Splinters Devotion and Dominion. -We begin when the crew of the Horizon (I'll think of a better name later) are dropped off in orbit around Yolen, or Dakhara as it is now called. The Great Dahaka is Hoid's "old friend", the dragon he was in contact with through the Letter. Using the Survival Shard, the Great Dahaka separates Yolen from the normal flow of time. Here, he keeps to his oath of non-intervention, maintaining a constant balance in population across Yolen that could make Leras green with envy. -The crew are told that they need to convince the Great Dahaka to submit his Shard to Hoid, to allow him a chance to fight Rayse personally and try to overpower him. Hoid also steals the reactor core to imprison Odium, telling the crew he will give them a replacement power source if they get what he asked for. -Haze is the Survival Shard's Investiture, just as the Mists are of Preservation. The plants on Dakhara grow by absorbing this Haze. When an Azi eats these Haze-grown plants, they will suffer hallucinations alongside the usual euphoria. These illusions are actually glimpses into the future through Haze, which most Azi are taught to ignore. The Yo'Lin were specifically engineered by the Great Dahaka to be susceptible to Haze. The Tar'Ka'Jun write down every word the Yo'Lin say while in their Haze-stupors, which are then delivered to the Great Dahaka, for him to sort through to identify the future. The Yo'Lin are all insane, though their usual unresponsiveness due to Haze hides it; it is why the Great Dahaka engineered a species to see the future for him, rather than doing so himself. -The Survival Shard influenced the Great Dahaka to complete efficiency. The planet is held in place so as to inspire more cultural disassociation between the Light and Dark sides, and their constant warfare is meant to keep the population in check. The Great Dahaka oversees the war effort for both sides, each of whom consider the other a den of heretics. -Sel'Ke transformations are scientifically impossible. The Sel'Ke can be considered the primary Investiture users of Dakhara, tapping Haze to change forms. All fire breathing Azi use the Investiture in Haze. If necessary, Haze can be substituted with other forms of Investiture. Sel'Ke have developed specific organs to store Haze, allowing them to transform an average of three times without access to Haze to replenish themselves.
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Requesting permission to join? Name: Kagé Gender: Male Species: Azi Dahaka (Sel'Ke breed) Species Info: The Azi Dahaka have various appearances, split into distinct breeds for various functions. They are united in a fanatical religious devotion to the Great Dahaka, their immortal king and the last remaining member of his breed. Their society is split into several distinct castes; the Yo'Lin, S'Redit, Ymmur, Sel'Ke and Tar'Ka'Jun. They once held a great empire that spanned galaxies, but spread themselves too thin and suffered an almost-complete extinction as various species across the galaxy united against them. It is said that the Great Dahaka is the only remaining survivor of the Azi War. The Dragons of Berengaria VII and Maravel are the remains of Azi colonies, abandoned long enough to forget their history. Their planet, Dakhara, has a lower atmosphere consisting entirely of Haze, a euphoric gas that every breed save the Yo'Lin has developed an immunity to. Haze appears as a highly transparent purple smoke. Dakhara is suspended through technology by the Great Dahaka to never move nor rotate, keeping it at a fixed season and time of day. Different regions, depending on the amount of light they are exposed to, grow different fungi and plants. On both sides of the planet they absorb Haze to grow, though on the light side they also take in sunlight. While most Azi have a resistance to Haze, these plants still act as a potent drug, as with humans. Stemir, the winged reptiles that are the primary Azi food source, feast exclusively on them. This makes Stemir intoxicating to any who eat it, though it is diluted compared to the raw fungi; even the Azi breeds who are resistant to Haze are slow-witted when eating Stemir. Azi on the light side frequently have brighter scales, though the difference is only noticeable if shown with a dark side Azi alongside - this suggests photosynthetic properties in their genes, though those genes are made less efficient by Haze muting sunlight. The Great Dahaka maintains constant warfare between the Light and Dark sides of the planet, because he understands the vital balance needed to keep the Azi numbers as they are. If there are too many Azi, they will consume Stemir at a rate faster than they can repopulate, whereupon they will starve and potentially hunt the Stemir to extinction. Thus Dakhara is in almost constant warfare, which reduces the population by the same rate it grows. The Yo'Lin are commonly seen and revered by most Azi as the leader caste, second only to the Great Dahaka. There are tales of when they were the most fierce of warriors, but time has dulled their skills, leaving them weak and entitled. They leave all decisions to the Sel'Ke, spending their time in barely conscious stupors due to Haze. The other breeds have grown resistant to the effects of Haze, but the Yo'Lin never developed the same immunity. This leaves them weak minded when on the planet's surface, and saps them of the energy to fly out of the gas. Their appearance is that of a winged lizard with golden scales, averaging at twenty meters in length and twelve in height. Yo'Lin live almost exclusively on the light side of Dakhara. Their life cycle averages out at nine hundred years. Out of character note on the Yo'Lin; if we ever bring in the Cosmere, then the Yo'Lin could be Yolish dragons. The S'Redit are the warrior caste, used in warfare for their durability, though not their intelligence, of which they are severely lacking. Drinking liquid Haze puts them into a battle frenzy wherein a rampage can be triggered by the slightest movement. When not in combat, they walk as seven meter tall bipedal lizards with green scales, used for heavy lifting and manual labor. When in a battle frenzy, they drop to all fours and are capable of breathing long jets of fire. During a battle frenzy, they can be directed by a Sel'Ke sitting atop their back with a harness. S'Redit live for three hundred years. Ymmur are the hunter caste, small and lithe warriors with the keenest eyesight of all the Azi. They stand as bipedal lizards at five feet tall, and are capable of using tools, as well as being one of the more intelligent breeds. They have small, thin wings that allow them to glide, if not fly. Their scales are a light purple to better blend in with the Haze, and they are capable of sudden bursts of speed when necessary. They are capable of spitting fire over long distances. Ymmur commonly live for two hundred years. The Sel'Ke are a genetically modified breed of scientists and thinkers, the actual leaders to whom power is delegated by the Haze-afflicted Yo'Lin. They are the most intelligent of the Azi, and are completely immune to all forms of Haze. They were created by crossing the genes of the other breeds, alongside a genetic switch they can flip to give either side dominance. In practical terms, this means they can transform between two states. The first is a six foot tall Ymmuri without wings, capable of spitting fire like the Ymmuri. Their second form is that of a multicolored serpent with four short legs it uses to climb, whose size can be decided upon during the transformation - though never more than fifteen meters long, and never smaller than the Sel'Ke's normal form. The serpent has two thin wings that allow it to ride air currents and Haze, and is capable of breathing long, thin jets of flame. The Sel'Ke survive, on average, for five hundred years. During their transformation from serpent to bipedal, a Sel'Ke undergoes a rushed digestion, cannibalizing its own body for the energy required to reconstruct its bipedal form across an average of three minutes. It takes them slightly less time to take on the serpent form, but the Sel'Ke burns up its excess fat during the transformation - which fails if they are lacking in excess fat. This prevents them from transforming more than an average of once per week, if they get enough food. EDIT IV: If we incorporate the Cosmere, examine my next post for revised Sel'Ke transformation. And finally, the Tar'Ka'Jun. The Tar'Ka'Jun are the slave caste, to whom all effort is delegated. They are five foot tall bipedal lizards lacking in tails, with brown scales and no wings. Tar'Ka'Jun live for a single century. Tar'Ka'Jun on Dakhara have no consciousness, acting more as machines than sentient creatures. When they are kept separate from the lower atmosphere for a sufficient amount of time, they retain their sentience. There are suspicions among the Sel'Ke that the Tar'Ka'Jun were genetically engineered from the Ymmuri, made more docile and particularly vulnerable to Haze so as to force them to obey commands while it clouds their minds. Appearance: Kagé is a Sel'Ke born and living on the light side of Dakhara. His serpent form consists of golden scales, with a red mane. As with all other Sel'Ke, his bipedal form has purple scales, standing at just under six feet tall. His suit is elastic and molds itself to his shape, and is tucked away behind a layer of scales around his neck when he takes on a serpent form. He is currently two hundred years old. Additional Note: Any ideas for how he could be involved in the main plot? That, and could I ask for feedback on the Azi Dahaka? The capitalization of separate portions of the same word is intentional; I wasn't sure how else to add additional emphasis. For example, spelling Yo'Lin as Yo'lin would lead to the mental pronunciation of yew-lin, while spelling it as Yo'Lin led to the mental pronunciation of Yoh-Lihn. Pronounciations Yo'Lin: Yoh-Lihn S'Redit: Sih-Red-Iht Ymmur: Yim-Moor Sel'Ke: Sel-Keh Tar'Ka'Jun: Tar-Kah-Juhn Azi Dahaka: Ah-Zee Dha-Hah-Kha Dakhara: Dha-Kha-Rha Stemir: Steh-Miir EDIT: Changed the entry on the Tar'Ka'Jun. EDIT II: Added pronunciations EDIT III: Thanks, Kobold!
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OOC: Not much rping, sorry about that. I'l rp more in the coming turns. "House Farrsolin," Mai began, "is not focused enough. We have Seran, but it gives us no wealth. We have a canal, and a single mine, but those are not enough. I expect all of you to start branching out into new fields of work. My great grandfather left his plantation work unfinished before he died. We will complete his legacy." Mai rolled a map onto the table, displaying the holdings around Seran, as her inner council leaned in to better examine it. There were small squares signifying different fields, and smaller dots to signify hovels. "This is your first task. Hire builders, and prepare the hovel. You need to pitch it just right - make the skaa think of this as building them new homes for them to live in." One of her men leaned forwards. "How... how will this benefit House Farrsolin?" These small-minded men couldn't see the horizon ahead. "Think forwards," Mai said. "The skaa no longer riot, and they are conveniently contained in small hovels. Next, we establish Mennet's plantations, after bringing in our soldiers. We slowly extend the number of plantations over the next few years, bringing in the skaa and suppressing them with Serani spearmen. If none of you have anything to add, clear the room and put the plan in motion." Action 1 Who: Lady Mai Farrsolin What: Trying for an Heir (Male name, Anders. Female name, Len) Also, are you still using the same coin? When: Action 1 Where: Seran Why: Self-explanatory Action 2 Who: Lady Mai Farrsolin What: Constructing two farms When: Action 2 Where: The countryside outside of Seran Why: Short term goal, to appease the skaa. I will turn them into farms next turn, once my skaa are no longer in danger of rioting. For now, I am just building hovels that can be easily turned into farms. Action 3 Who: Lady Mai Farrsolin What: Building a bakery When: Action 3 Where: In Luthadel Why: To convert wheat from plantations into bread Out of character: I've just realized why my order during the last generation for plantations didn't go through; I forgot to cancel the original actions I had sent. That, and I guess I was being a bit vague in my request to loot the countryside in Turn 3. My intention had been to slightly bolster the finances at the expense of the skaa, not burn down the homes of my peasants. Lesson learned: Punctuation saves lives. I'll elaborate more in future.
