Amanuensis

No you can only bid for a Mask if you can buy it

So, regarding how mask roles work, there are two rules. Most expensive Masks are rolled first (Silver, Purple, Red, Blue) Masks with the fewest bidders are rolled before the most bidders A lot of people have submitted conditional orders but there is no feasible way I could figure out to handle that with 16 players Stone Mask is like Blast Mask in that you need to choose when to put it on, so it's not automatic.

For the Loop. Masks always reset.

Ah, that's right. I forgor that I stated it's permanent once equipped. That is correct, it cannot be removed.

No if the Stone Mask is currently equipped. Only window is the same turn it's being equipped or unequipped. Also for clarity since I think I forgot to respond to a question last turn: When the Stone Mask is equipped, the wearer cannot vote or receive votes, nor act and receive actions. They, effectively, just become an unbreakable rock fixture until they unequip the Mask or the Loop ends. For more clarity, they can act like they can vote but in the next vote count, their vote and anyone who voted them would not appear in the write up

They could have skipped it or been blocked.

LG110, Day 1-C: Third Times the Harm Day 1-C will end on Tuesday, March 10th @ 10:00 PM EST. Skull Kid Wayward Few Happy Mask Salesman RP Quest: Warn Vicsen and rendevous with Ap! Or don't. Up to you! @Ashbringer was removed from the Loop. The Minions of Mischief won Goht's Mask. @Divergent, @Wonko the Sane, @|TJ|, @DrakeMarshall, @Stick. , @Archer, @Araris Valerian, and @Ashbringer were resurrected! Players can now vote to remove one of their own from the Loop. The Happy Mask Shop Player List 0 Amanuensis Happy Mask Apprentice, AKA 'Ap' 1 @The Unknown Order Heroshi 2 @Araris Valerian Arenta 3 @Wahrheitswächter Wahi 4 @Ashbringer Coliver 5 @coco.pudding Amora 6 @|TJ| Cosmetica 7 @Stick. meeee 8 @Haelbarde Link the Goron 9 @Wonko the Sane Zymni 10 @Doc12 Thistle 11 @Burnt Spaghetti Cindra 12 @DrakeMarshall Squircle 13 @Mistfallen Soldier Kieran 14 @Divergent Gor Elam the Goron 15 @Archer Ouae the Zora 16 @TwinStorm Mumbo Sorry this one took so long y'all. Wanted to do it justice. Hope I delivered o7

Night 3-B is now over. I'm hoping it won't take me long because I'm starving.

Just under 10 minutes remain

Seconding the cuteness. But ngl Goht has got that Handsome Squidward energy going for him and I love that for us Anyway, approximately 35 minutes remain in the Night to finish up your activity earnings and submit or change actions.

Wayward Few The tunnel was narrow at first — single-file, hands brushing both walls — but it widened within a hundred yards, the ceiling lifting, the floor smoothing out from rough-cut stone to something older and more deliberate. Whoever had made this passage had not made it quickly or recently. The artificial lights continued at intervals, throwing red shadows that made everyone look like they were in the bowels of a volcano. The earthquakes came in pulses now. Not the long sustained rolls of before, but sharp rhythmic impacts, each one distinct from the last, each one slightly stronger, the kind of tremor that had a source rather than a cause. Cindra counted them under her breath. Kieran noticed her counting and said nothing. Ap was in Goron form, rolling ahead and then looping back when she went to far, then rolling ahead again, the tunnel wide enough now to accommodate her. She wasn't moving as fast as she could — just fast enough to create a current of air behind her, a low sustained draft that pushed at everyone's backs and kept their footing where it needed to be when the ground stuttered beneath them. It felt less like being followed and more like pulling her companions with her. The ceiling had climbed high enough to lose. The walls had separated to ten feet, then fifteen. The passage wasn't a tunnel anymore so much as a corridor, and in the distance, a junction — two openings splitting off from the main channel, one curving away to the left and one continuing to the right. Amora had been watching the walls. She stopped at the fork, oriented herself. "Left bends back toward Snowhead," she said. "Right keeps going away from the mountain. That's — roughly northeast. Maybe east-northeast." She paused. "That's the direction of Termina Field." From the left passage came a sound. It started low enough that Kieran thought it was the earthquake starting again, and then it resolved into something with rhythm inside it — a cadence, a weight, the particular sound of something very large moving very fast across stone. A drumming. Hoofbeats was not quite the right word because hoofbeats implied something ordinary and this was not ordinary. It was the sound of a mountain coming down a corridor. Every few strides, the sound struck the walls and the ground shook. The earthquakes had a source. From the right passage, faint as smoke: voices. The echo of footsteps. The sound of people moving with purpose through the dim tunnel some distance ahead, the ambient noise of a group that didn't know they were being followed. Everyone looked at Amora. "Right," she said. Ap was already rolling. They settled into a pace that wasn't a sprint — Amora set it, long-legged and sensible, a distance runner's rhythm that could be held for miles if the ground cooperated. The ground did not cooperate, but Ap's draft compensated: every time a tremor tried to knock a foot sideways or buckle a knee, the wind at their backs pressed them forward, corrective, almost gentle. It was like being guided by the Great Fairy of Wisdom herself. The voices ahead grew slowly louder. Footsteps multiplying, a murmur of conversation, the sound of something heavy being dragged across stone. They were gaining. Behind them, the drumming continued at intervals. Each impact shook loose dust from the ceiling and sent it drifting down through the blue light in slow curtains. The intervals were not growing longer. The tunnel curved east and then straightened, and at the far end — far enough that it was still small, a coin of light rather than an opening — a pale glow that was not artificial. Natural light. Moonlight. Which meant an exit. Thistle saw it and her pace quickened without her deciding to quicken it. Then, from behind them: a sound. It came from the junction, where the left passage met theirs — not the drumming this time, but something that started in a register below hearing and rose through it, shrill and raw and enormous. An animal sound, if animal meant something that had been plated in blue and orange iron, riveted along the seams with the logic of a machine rather than a body, driven by something that had been awake in the dark for longer than anyone in the tunnel had been alive. A scream from a throat that was also a bellows and a furnace, a sound that flattened the ears and pressed against the sternum. They turned. In the junction behind them, filling it, was the thing that had been making the earthquakes. It stood thirty feet at the shoulder — maybe more, the ceiling barely cleared it — and it moved like something that had forgotten how to be still. Its body was quadruped, massive, the proportions of a bull but armored in thick segmented plating the color of old stone and rust, orange at the joints, blue across the haunches, mechanical tubing visible where the plates separated, pistons cycling through each tremendous stride. Its legs were the legs of something constructed to run and to break things by running, hooves that struck the ground with a concussive weight that had little to do with its size and everything to do with the power inside it. Its head was wrong. It should have been an animal's head, proportional, recognizable. Instead, a massive wedge of orange iron sat between the horns — two great curved arcs of dark metal that swept back and outward — and on the face of that wedge, inlaid or grown or fused with it, was a mask. Humanoid. Stern-featured. The face of an old man, or something wearing the idea of an old man's face, the brow set hard and the eyes fixed forward and the expression one of absolute indifference to everything in the corridor except the corridor itself. The pistons cycled. The hooves fell. The tunnels shook. The light at the end of the passage was still very far away. Ap did not loop back at the giant Goht. She was already moving at full speed. "Run," Thistle said, to no one in particular, and everyone did.

10 hours and 15 minutes remain to earn your remaining Rupees and submit any relevant actions. Sorry I haven't been able to move the story forward. I will try to write a scene on break.

LG110, Night 3-B: See Goht Run Night 3-B will end on Sunday, March 8th @ 10:00 PM EST. Note: Daylight Savings has changed the US hours so if you're elsewhere, this turn is 1 hour shorter. Wayward Few I am going to post this now and finish writing the second scene. You can RP this segment if you wish before I get us to the actual "boss fight." (3) Stick: coco, Doc, Burnt, (3) coco: Wahrheit, Mistfallen, Ashbringer, (1) Mistfallen: Stick, @Stick., @Archer, & @Araris Valerian were removed from the Loop! Player List 0 Amanuensis Ap the Apprentice 1 @The Unknown Order Heroshi 2 @Araris Valerian Arenta 3 @Wahrheitswächter Wahi 4 @Ashbringer Coliver 5 @coco.pudding Amora 6 @|TJ| Cosmetica 7 @Stick. meeee 8 @Haelbarde Link the Goron 9 @Wonko the Sane Zymni 10 @Doc12 Thistle 11 @Burnt Spaghetti Cindra 12 @DrakeMarshall Squircle 13 @Mistfallen Soldier Kieran 14 @Divergent Gor Elam the Goron 15 @Archer Ouae the Zora 16 @TwinStorm Mumbo

(5) Stick: Araris, coco, Doc, Burnt, Archer, (3) coco: Wahrheit, Mistfallen, Ashbringer, (1) Mistfallen: Stick, D3-B is now over! Standby for N3-B.

5 minutes remain in the Day! (4) Stick: Araris, coco, Doc, Burnt, (3) coco: Wahrheit, Mistfallen, Ashbringer, (1) TwinStorm: Archer, (1) Mistfallen: Stick,

Just got home. ~25 minutes remain.

No you right I am at work so didn't math right

2 hours and 30 minutes remain in the Day

Ap the Apprentice The bridges were gone. Not collapsed, not worn through — gone, the ropes cut clean on both sides, the planking dropped into the void below. Whoever had done it had been thorough. The first gap was fifteen feet across, the second wider, the third barely visible through the crosswind that moved through the canyon in sharp, freezing gusts. Goronform Ap rolled to the edge of the first gap and stopped, assessing. Fifteen feet was manageable. She built up speed on the approach, hit the lip, and launched. The explosion went off directly beneath her. The pressure pad had been buried just under the snow at the bridge's former anchor point, and the detonation sent her sideways and up simultaneously, the canyon walls blurring past, the sky tilting in a direction she hadn't chosen. She was too high and moving too fast and the far ledge was somewhere below and behind her and she had approximately three seconds before the relevant physics stopped being theoretical. She pulled off the Goron Mask. Human for half a second — enough to feel the cold and the velocity and the drop — then the Deku Mask was on and the transformation took and the wind caught her as she leveled out into a spinning drift. The blast had actually helped, carrying her well past where she needed to be. She came down slow, the wind blessing spreading her descent across a wide arc, and landed softly on the second platform. Her right foot came down on something that gave slightly, a resistance that wasn't snow. She stopped. She looked down. The edge of a pressure pad was visible beneath her boot, the mechanism half-compressed under her Deku weight. A human would have triggered it fully. A Goron would have triggered it three times over. She was light enough, barely, to have caught it at the halfway point. She stood very still. She lifted her right foot with the specific care of someone defusing something they don't fully understand, shifting her weight left, easing back one inch, two. The mechanism released with a small clicking sound and was still. She breathed out. The canyon was quiet except for the wind. She looked back across the first gap at the smoke still rising from the detonation, then forward at the remaining platforms and their buried ordinance and the temple entrance somewhere beyond the crosswind. "The trail is trapped!" she called across the canyon, her voice carrying strange in the Deku harmonics. "BSSJ work — they've mined the whole road!" She looked at the next gap, at the snow covering the platform beyond it, at the thin places in the surface that she could now see if she looked for them. She looked at the temple entrance ahead, barely visible amidst the snowdrifts. She stayed in Deku form and started walking. The pads weren't hard to find once she knew what to look for — the snow sat differently over them, fractionally flatter, the compression of something beneath it that wasn't rock. She worked methodically from the landing point outward, stepping lightly, marking each one with a small pile of displaced snow at its edge. Three on this platform. A fourth near the far side, partially exposed by the wind. She moved in careful arcs, building a map of what was safe and what wasn't. She called back across the gap when she had enough of the platform cleared. "Four pads on this side, marked at the edges — stay to the center and the right and you'll clear them. But you need to get across first." She looked at the group on the far side, then at the gap, then at the smoke still rising from the first detonation. "Find a way across the gap. Rope, wood, anything. And whoever follows last needs to cover our tracks — I don't want Sakon seeing a map of every safe step when he gets here." Sorry I've not been able to write more, particularly yesterday, to keep things moving forward. Been recovering from a bug and also busy with uni.

Just over 24 hours remain in the Day! (3) coco: Wahrheit, Doc, Mistfallen, (1) Archer: Ashbringer, (1) TwinStorm: Archer,

LG110, Day 3-B: Red Alert Day 3-B will end on Saturday, March 7th @ 10:00 PM EST. Ap the Apprentice Wayward Few Quartermaster Sakon Wayward Few I will write more scenes tomorrow either before or around this same time to lead into the second half For now: RP Quest: Rendezvous with the BSSJ before Quartermaster Sakon leaves for Snowhead Temple @DrakeMarshall was removed from the Loop! Players can vote to remove one of their own from the Loop. Player List 0 Amanuensis Ap the Apprentice 1 @The Unknown Order Heroshi 2 @Araris Valerian Arenta 3 @Wahrheitswächter Wahi 4 @Ashbringer Coliver 5 @coco.pudding Amora 6 @|TJ| Cosmetica 7 @Stick. meeee 8 @Haelbarde Link the Goron 9 @Wonko the Sane Zymni 10 @Doc12 Thistle 11 @Burnt Spaghetti Cindra 12 @DrakeMarshall Squircle 13 @Mistfallen Soldier Kieran 14 @Divergent Gor Elam the Goron 15 @Archer Ouae the Zora 16 @TwinStorm Mumbo Also, for the record, y'all can improvise as much as you want like if some people want to attempt to distract or delay Sakon longer, that's completely valid and helpful, whether that's by instigating a riot at the Elder's Shrine or any other clever idea you have. You can also just lead the way toward Snowhead Temple but that might require a bit of research into the game if you're unfamiliar with the source material

N2-B is now over. Standby for D3-B.

~45 minutes remain in the Night to earn activity Rupees and submit actions

Ap the Apprentice The fountain was warm. That was the first thing Ap registered — not the carved stone walls or the shallow pool or the light that came from no visible source, but the warmth, which was extraordinary given that everything outside the cave entrance was snow and ice and the particular cold of a mountain that hadn't seen spring in centuries. She was lying on her back at the pool's edge. She was not in pieces, which she had briefly been uncertain about. She sat up. "Gently," said a voice. The Great Fairy of Wisdom was large, and green, and had the quality of something that had been in this fountain since before the mountain had its current name. She regarded Ap with eyes that held the specific patience of a being for whom time moved differently than it did for everyone else. "You were falling," she said. "So I caught you." Ap looked at her hands. Her cap was singed at the brim. Her boots were still damp from the Hot Springs. Otherwise she was, by any assessment, fine — which was not how explosions usually ended for people. "I was in Deku form," she said. "You were." The Fairy's expression was not quite a smile. "That helped. My intervention helped more." Ap looked at the pool, then at the cave entrance, where the wind off the mountain moved in cold currents against the warmth inside. She thought about the sensor and the light and the one second she'd had between crossing the threshold and understanding what the light was. She thought about the explosion going outward in every direction. "Why?" she asked. "Because your journey is not done yet," the Fairy said. She raised one hand, and the wind in the cave entrance shifted — not outside anymore but inside, responsive, circling the pool in a slow current that Ap could feel on her face and arms and the back of her neck. "I can give you this. A blessing over wind. Combined with the mask, it will carry you where you need to go." Ap reached into her pack. The Deku Mask was there, unburned. "Find Darmani first," she said. "You'll need his Mask. Then you may reach the Temple." "But... the Lens of Truth wasn't where it should be. Does the Quartermaster have it? How can I find that which I can't see?" "Go to his Grave and you will See," the Fairy said. "The Temple Road is percarious, tonight. Tread safely." Then the Fairy vanished in a burst of vibrant green wind, enveloping her in warmth. The color faded but it's presence remained, tickling her skin. Ap put on the mask, felt the transformation settle, and hovered an inch off the ground without trying. With effort, she floated an inch higher, the wind pouring out from her feet to keep her suspended. She looked at the cave entrance, at the dark and the cold and the mountain beyond it. She went. Thistle was still kneeling at the edge of the cliff. She had been kneeling since the explosion, which was long enough that the cold had worked through her coat and into her knees, and she had not moved because moving required deciding to move and she had not managed to decide anything since the Lone Peak Shrine had simply ceased to exist in front of her eyes. Coliver was not sitting. Coliver was at the ravine's edge, looking down at the steaming rubble far below, and then she swung his legs over and started climbing. "Don't," Thistle choked out under her breath. Barely audible. She climbed anyway. Cindra looked at Thistle, then at Coliver's descending figure, and went after her. The ice was not cooperative. Coliver made it fifteen feet before her left boot lost purchase on a slick outcrop and her right hand grabbed the nearest thing available, which was a branch jutting from the cliff face at an angle that was not designed to hold a person's full weight. It held anyway, for now, with the particular reluctance of wood that was considering its options. She hung there. Below her, the charred rubble steamed. Above her, Cindra had stopped moving, both hands reaching down and not quite bridging the gap. A hand closed around Cindra's collar and pulled. The man was wearing a mask — plain, human-featured, the kind of mask that looked almost exactly like a face and therefore looked nothing like one if you looked too long. He had his feet braced against a rock and his grip was certain, and he pulled Cindra up and kept pulling until Coliver came with her, both of them landing in a heap on the ledge above. He let go and stepped back. "No point in killing yourselves to fetch a corpse," the odd stranger said. Nearby, Thistle opened her mouth. Then the wind shifted. It came up from the ravine — warm, which made no sense given the temperature, carrying with it a faint green light that resolved, as it rose, into a single stray fairy. Small, luminous, drifting upward through the cold air with the unhurried certainty of something that knew exactly where it was going. It reached the ledge. It circled their heads once, twice — close enough that each of them felt the warmth of it on their faces — and then it moved. West along the cliff edge, back toward the bridges, back toward Mountain Village, pausing once to look back at them with the patience of something waiting to be followed. Since y'all wanna throw yourselves off a cliff for her instead of following Medigoron or breaking into the Shrine Ap would be left ambiguous for longer but this is your reward for caring more about her than your own lives, I guess

Do you? What do you do when your chosen one perishes, or at least gets temporarily removed from the equation? Give up? Or stand up?