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  1. Arraenae
    PK, that’s a very sudden vote switch. Why do you think Orlok is more suspicious than BB? I know that I was voting for Orlok, but I don’t like vote changes with no explanation, regardless of who the vote is changed too.
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    "Lo, Woman," A man dressed in white shouted. "Pardon my interruption, but I've come to kill you, you see. I do hope you don't mind; not that you really have any say in the matter." Renee stared at the man. Just who exactly was this person? He was obviously deranged, but he had wings of some type -- he must be an Epic. Or one of those mortals known as Reckoners that were so ill-equipped to handle the awesomeness of an Epic that they were driven insane. Like that Star-Rogue or whatever who’d claimed that Renee must be a mortal. “Are you sure you haven’t escaped from a mental ward?” she yelled. “Perseus’s doctors will be able to take care of you, as long as you don’t mind swearing fealty to him.” Renee stepped off of the balcony railing. “Come, I can show you the way to Perseus’s hospital.” ----- I think the whole Anamaxinder thing was pretty sudden, but I don't know his playstyle enough to judge. However, this reminds me of the Shallan thing in LG15b where an eliminator jumped onto an infrequent poster. For that, I'm voting for Orlok. Adavantos, sorry for joining in with the insults, but you decided to start this grudge. And I've been ninja'd. Humph. EDIT: color
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    Renee vaulted off of the ground and onto the balcony railing, landing in a perfect split, with her legs stretched out across the railing. Then, she swiveled 180 degrees raised her hands in a high V. Below, mortals cheered as they watched her. Renee waved at the crowd and did a triple turn in tuckstand while keeping her hands clear of the railing. For most tumblers, a triple turn in tuckstand on a rail this thin would mean death, or at the very least injury. However, Renee was an epic with enhanced strength-- she could do triple turn in tuckstands blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back if she wanted. Renee stood up on the railing and the crowd of mortals screamed with adoration. She took two steps forwards and paused. The mortals hushed. Renee swung her hands backwards and then exploded upwards in a roundoff and two double backflips. She landed feet first, inches away from the edge of the railing. She turned and took three steps before launching into two back handsprings, a layout full, and a korbut. The bars were hers. This was what gymnastics really was about, this freedom of movement, this defiance of gravity, this epitome of greatn-- “Lady Renee, Lord Perseus wishes to see you!” someone shouted. Renee turned and saw a young mortal, no older than ten, dressed in Perseus’s colors. He must be a messenger. “Well, tell him I’m not a dog to be summoned! I’ll go when I want, not when Perseus tells me to!” The mortal shook his head. “Lord Perseus wishes to see you immediately. He says it’s urgent.” Renee sighed. So, old Perseus was trying to flex some muscle, was he? Well, she’d go. After she finished her routine. “Perseus can wait!” she shouted. Renee turned back to the crowd and prepared to make another pass on the beam. ----- Sorry for not posting earlier Hellscythe, but I didn't want to post anything before I put an RP in here. Adavantos, you're still not here yet? I know that you're probably not an eliminator again, but I'm feeling a little paranoid. Last time you joined the thread halfway, you were evil. If you're normally asleep during this part of the day, sorry. But I want a response. EDIT: greened out name.
  4. Arraenae
    ...says the person who has happily lied, murdered, and broken MR10. Yeah, he's definitely a trustworthy guy and not an utter slontz. Just ask his victims!
  5. Arraenae
    Everything hurt. Arina opened her eyes and quickly shut them again. Stormfather, everything hurt, from her eyes, which were blinded by the sunlight despite the fact that her eyes were closed, to her head, which throbbed with an aching pain, to her feet, which she could barely feel beyond the sensation of pins and needles, to her stomach, which felt like it was trying to digest itself. Arina cracked an eyelid open and saw a cocoon of orange painspren surrounding her. Stormfather, how long had she been out? She hoped the Sons of Honor hadn't noticed her disappearance. Or her editor. Storms, if she'd missed a deadline... well, dying to that blackbane would have been a better fate. Arina raised her head to look around and her muscles immediately started screaming in protest. Almighty above, that surgeon must have put enough poison in that food to kill a chasmfiend! Unfortunately for that surgeon, Arina was much more intelligent than the average chasmfiend. She hadn't spent three whole years training undercover as a surgeon in Karbranth for nothing -- with the right antidotes, the most lethal poisons could become mere annoyances. Well, first things first. Time to get out of wherever the surgeon had dumped her body and back into civilization. Arina forced herself into a semi-upright position, and started shuffling back towards her quarters. ----- For the second time in a week, Arina sat before a plate of probably poisoned food and contemplated whether eating it would be worth the risk. On one hand, she didn't want to be poisoned again. On the other, she didn't want to give the Diagrammist cook sitting in front of her any possible reason to be offended. Arina inspected the man in front of her for a moment. Despite the fact that he was shorter than her, his stocky build and missing left ear suggested that he could easily kill someone like her, and there was a deadness in those mauve eyes that suggested that he had killed someone like her -- multiple someones. Arina smiled at Agrigar. "You've mentioned a Diagram multiple times," she said. "What is it?" Agrigar frowned. "You're not eating," he said. "Don't worry, I didn't poison your food, scholar." Storms. He'd noticed. Arina dipped her spoon into the stew and cautiously tasted it. It didn't taste like there was any poison in it, but any half-decent cook could mask the taste of blackbane. At least the stew tasted good. "I'm a journalist, not a scholar. The Devotary of Truth is rather picky about these names," she said. "But you're avoiding the question. What is a Diagram?" "Loosely speaking, the Diagram is a set of instructions on how to save the world," Agrigar said. "It was created by King -- well, let's just say that it's accuracy is assured. It contains information on how to ensure the survival of the human race, including how to manage the Desolation." Arina sipped her soup as she listened to Agrigar speak. Storms, this was much more complicated than she'd imagined. Luckily, Agrigar didn't seem to mind talking to her. Maybe she could schedule a follow-up interview, if she survived until then. ----- The Diagrammists have just destroyed the remains of the Sons of Honor and the Ghostbloods, Arina wrote. She stopped writing for a moment and considered. I've found a source within the Diagrammists, and I think he can be trusted. The spanreed stayed still for a few seconds. Then it started moving. Who is it? Arina's editor, Tarah, asked. Agrigar Leiken, Arina wrote. He's an Alethi lighteyes. Kills the people that the Diagram tells him to kill. Tarah didn't respond, which meant that she was thinking. Storms, if Tarah ever learned about the risks Arina had taken to get an interview with Agrigar, or that she'd followed Agrigar around on his trips to murder people to confirm that he really was an assassin... well, it was the type of risk that either made a career, or left a journalist dead. The spanreed suddenly jerked on the paper, as if Tarah was thrashing around. theyre here, Tarah wrote. diagrammists are here weve been compromised RUN The spanreed shot away from the paper and cracked against a wall, as if Tarah had thrown it. No, not Tarah. The Diagrammists. Arina stood up and tried to ignore the frantic pounding of her heart. Storms, what was happening? How had the Diagrammists found out? Had Agrigar betrayed her? Had the Diagrammists killed him for talking to her? No, no time to think about that. She needed to move! Arina grabbed her notes and her bags of spheres. Everything else was unnecessary. She needed to storming run! But a carriage would probably be faster. Tarah's office was in Kholinar, so she still had a few weeks before the Diagrammists got here. Wait, weren't there Diagrammists here? All it would take was one spanreed message... Storm it! She burst out of the door and looked around the streets wildly. Nothing but a roiling mass of purple fearspren. Almighty, what if the Diagrammists could track Arina by following the spren? Stop it, that wasn't a rational thought, fearspren couldn't be tracked, the Diagrammists might not know she was here, that would buy her some time to escape. Or maybe it was an elaborite prank no that wasn't possible Tarah wouldn't do that. Where were the carriages? Arina could hear the sound of a chull's claws clacking on the stone floor; they had to be around somewhere! There! Up ahead, a carriage, all in black. Arina clutched her notes and her spheres and sprinted towards the chull. "Excuse me, do you require assistance?" a darkeyes carriage driver asked. Arina stopped and panted. Sweat drenched her forehead, her armpits, her feet, her -- stop, focus on the carriage driver. "Yes," she managed to say. "I need to get away." She fumbled with her pouch of spheres and waved two diamond marks. Storms, the carriage driver probably thought she was crazy. Still, he took the spheres and helped her into the carriage. "Do you have a destination in mind?" the carriage driver asked. Arina paused. Stormfather, did she know a place safe from the Diagrammists? Urithiru was in the middle of nowhere, which made it impossible to escape from. "Just circle around until I tell you to stop," she said. Hopefully this would be better than just staying in one place. ----- Eventually, the repetitive motion of the carriage lulled Arina to sleep. ----- When Arina woke up, the first thing that she was aware of was that the carriage had stopped moving. The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't the only person in the carriage anymore. She stood up and backed away from the other person. Storm it! Storm it storm it storm it storm it storm it storm it storm it storm -- "Really, if you wanted to escape you should have used the Oathgate," Agrigar Leiken said. Stormfather, there was someone else next to him, another Diagrammis, a darkeyes. Agrigar shook his head disapprovingly. "I thought you were more intelligent than that." Okay. This was a dangerous situation. Nothing Arina hadn't experienced before. She could try to pretend that. "What do you want?" she asked. Almighty, she almost sounded calm! "Why are you here?" Carriage door behind her. She could run for it. Arina shifted he weight onto her back foot. Agrigar tsked. "I wouldn't recommend doing that," he said. "See, my friend here is pretty handy with a shardblade. He can chase down a journalist fairly quickly, and he will if he has to." Storm it. Arina was already dead, departed, deceased in every way except that her soul hadn't yet left her body. Her knees threatened to buckle. By Nalan's left hand, was that a cake in Agrigar's hand? She remembered what a cake had done to Moros. Almighty, she'd witnessed Moros's death in an attempt to find observed scenes! "Just cut the pleasantries already," Agrigar's partner said. Agrigar sighed with annoyance. "Very well. You've proven your interest in the Diagram already," Agrigar said. "Unfortunately, my superior says that we can't afford to let people know about the Diagram and live unless they wish to carry it out. We'd like for you to become a Diagrammist." Wait. What? Arina must be hallucinating. Or dreaming. Or crazy. Because Agrigar most definitely hadn't said that he wanted Arina to become a Diagrammist. "Diagram or death," Agrigar prompted. "It's your choice." Storms! Storms, this was a no-brainer. "Diagram," Arina croaked out. Then she collapsed onto the carriage seat. Almighty willing, she might actually survive this. "Unfortunately, we'll have to destroy your notes," Agrigar said. How did he switch from threats to cheerfulness so quickly? "I would have been fine letting you go, but Graves here says that discovery by anyone not carrying it out will be disastrous for the world." He brought out the small festive cake. "Here, have something to eat." Arina shook her head mutely. She didn't trust that cake. Storms, she didn't know if she could trust anything or anyone at this moment. Agrigar shrugged. "Your loss," he said. Then he popped the cake into his mouth. "Get some sleep," Graves said. "Tomorrow we're officially introducing you to the Diagram." ----- Thoughts on MR10: Not much, but I think it might have gone better for the villagers if the Sons of Honor hadn't sent every single rank PM straight to a Diagrammist. It was interesting seeing a game from the dead doc. If only Seonid had more luck with the redirects... @Adavantos Be careful what you wish for. This is what happens when you say that you wish I'd been a Diagrammist. EDIT: typos in the text.
  6. Arraenae
    Can't wait for this game to start! In the words of someone who is probably not to be trusted, "I got so much pent-up SE in me."
  7. Arraenae
    Unfortunately, a lot of wonderful cities have horrible airports. But would going to Disneyland improve your opinion of LA? I've never had that experience, but that sounds awful.
  8. Arraenae
    What rebellion are you leading? And against who? And why?
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    Just finished reading this entire thread and...woah, there are a lot of different opinions here. Some I agree with, some I don't, but seeing as this is a thread about religion, I'd be weirded out if everybody had the same religious (or lack of one) outlook as I did. I think I've seen more religious discussion here than in an entire year of my life.
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    Red is connected to Odium, so maybe it has something to do with that? I have no idea what blue or gold could be. It seems rather convoluted to have two opposing groups that share the color gold, especially if the colors are symbolic of something.
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    I'm atheist, and I grew up in a (mostly) atheist family. My mom says she's Christian, but she doesn't go to church or talk about it much with the rest of my family. To be honest, I don't think I've ever really given religions much of a chance. I like my current mindset. Changing it would be scary. I've never really looked into religions, so most of my religious knowledge comes from brief, distorted mentions from the media. I've read a book advocating Christianity, and I agreed with the points made against atheism, but not with the points made for Christianity. I suppose I'm in the "disbelief until proven" camp, for now, at least.
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    As far as upvotes/downvotes go, I'm far more likely to respond to a post than to upvote it. I've never downvoted anything yet.
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    Why does this mean that it's the same Hoid? I'm sure that plenty of worldhoppers have the ability to conceal their face, not just Hoid.
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    Harmony

    Arraenae commented on Appeltaart's gallery image in Mistborn Art

    Harmony
    Oooh, I like this! There's a nice symmetry that underscores the "Harmony" concept, but the change of colors in the background keeps it from being too static.
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    It started, as always, with Renee launching herself off of a balcony, doing two front somersaults in the air, briefly touching the ground, doing a roundoff, then five back handsprings, and ending with a layout twist. Alright, that was an exaggeration. Sometimes her opening routine was even more impressive. But the mortals in this dirt-filled hovel didn't need to know that. Out here in Persepolis, this must be perfection unlike anything they'd ever seen before. "Well?" Renee demanded. "Clap!" The mortals glanced at each other with wide eyes. They whispered among themselves, obviously about how impressive that tumbling pass had been. Then one of them started clapping, followed by the rest. All except for one mortal, who sullenly stood with his arms glued to his sides. How dare that mortal refuse to knowledge the epicness that was Renee? She glared at him, and was surprised that the mortal had enough temerity to glare back. "Clap!" Renee ordered again. "No," the mortal said. "I am not a slave for you to order around, Epic." Well, enough was enough. The mortal refused to show an appropriate amount of respect, so Renee had every right to give an appropriate punishment. She rushed forwards and threw him into a wall. Then, she walked towards the mortal's whimpering form and kicked him in the ribs. The bone cracked with a satisfyingly loud crunch. "Fortunately for you, Lord Perseus frowns on killing," Renee said to the mortal. "However, he doesn't have anything against maiming." She turned and bowed towards the rest of the mortals, who were all clapping quite loudly. Some of the mortals' eyes had anger etched in them, no doubt because of the contemptuous way the mortal had treated Renee. Renee turned her back on the mortals and vaulted into the distance. This had just been warm-up. The real show was going be later, when she reached the group of mortals who called themselves "Reckoners". ------ In other words, sign me up! I'm quite excited to see what's going to happen this game. Phatt, what day does the game start and when is the rollover?
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    The first Sanderson book I borrowed was Mistborn TFE, but I didn't actually read it (the cover and the summary seemed rather boring). Later, I borrowed The Rithmatist, read it, reread it, reread it again, and then reread it for the fourth time. After that, I started looking at other things that Brandon Sanderson had written. I'm not sure if I can pick a favorite book. It seems rather unfair to have to pick between Mistborn and Stormlight Archive...
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    I might have a 17th shard addiction...

    1. Amanuensis

      Amanuensis

      Don't we all?

    2. Arraenae

      Arraenae

      Oh, I've heard that there are a few insane people who don't check the 17th shard daily... :P

    3. Amanuensis

      Amanuensis

      Blasphemy

  18. Arraenae
    What happens if Courage and Wisdom aren't forged back together?
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    I think that without Wisdom, the more negative sides of the traits are accentuated. For example, the Sector(not sure if this is a good name, but I'll use it for now) of Hope might have a lot more gambling in it than before. The people there are excessively optimistic and always assume that things will go there way, which leads them to take a lot of risks, and hence the gambling. The people of Honor might be so code-bound that they will do anything as long as it is a tradition codified in their laws, no matter how outdated it is. They see the world as black and white -- either you are following the code, or you aren't. If the code demands that you never cheat at cards, then you never do it. If the code demands that ladies are always first, then females are always the first ones into the building (if part of a group). If the code demands that if you wrong somebody you must dance a jig in front of them, then you dance a jig in front of them. I'm not sure what the other virtues would be, though...
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    Well, I never talked to you in PMs. Once I started talking to people in PMs that made me not want to kill them. Then Orlok suggested that I kill either Lopen, Burnt, or you... Well, you did give me a valuable lesson in PM safety, so I can't feel too unhappy about that. I had a few moments where I suspected that you and Adavantos were both traitors, but I always thought it was just paranoia. Now I know that friendliness and trustworthiness aren't the same thing. According to Wilson I'm first in line for that.
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    When I read it, I interpreted it as people feeling remorse for the bad things they've done. If that was what it meant, it would be a wonderful way to keep people from repeating crimes, because they'd feel too much remorse for their previous crimes to want to do them again. Of course, if it's literal pain, it wouldn't work nearly as well. What if Arelish courthouses had Aon Kii inscribed everywhere and that was their method of determining whether people had committed a crime or not?
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    I was the Mistborn that was contacting Adavantos, and by extension Burnt Spaghetti. Of course, I trusted her, and took a shardblade to the neck because of it. I... may have been unnecessarily trigger happy with my kills. They were: N1 nobody N2 polkinghornbd N3 originally Honey Badger, then nobody, then Kaid N4 Zed N5 STINK (ah, the joys of targeting a hemalurgist to test the loyalty of another hemalurgist...) N6 The Cow (the only day that I got a traitor!) N7 role blocked N8 originally Elby (sorry about that ) then Phatt, then Alvron N9 dead
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    GG everybody! I enjoyed this game a lot except for the part where I was horribly manipulated and lied to.
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    I could take my vote off, but now I'm actually quite curious. If the message isn't meant for me, who is it meant for? If you don't feel comfortable answering that question, then what does it mean? I've looked at the codes and it seems like it's encrypted with some bastardization of the phonetic alphabet.
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    Alfa the SE player isn’t in this game, so this could be a possible reference to something that happened to him? It could also be a way to refer to another player. The Monster is a song by Rihanna http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eminem/themonster.html if anybody thinks that this is useful. Ekko is a champion from the game League of Legends, and apparently he had a crush on Jinx, another League champion (you can find pictures of Jinx in Creccio’s profile and signature). Could this possibly mean that Creccio has uncovered an important role? Juliett comes from the play Romeo and Juliet, and is the girlfriend of Romeo. This might be tied to the “Ekko's greatest love was exposed as a beagle who is relatively important” part. If Creccio is telling the truth, Kyn said something that might be related to this code. Also, Creccio and at least one other person has “other knowledge” than what Kyn has, Xin as in League of Legends Xin Zhao? GGEZ could stand for either “Good Game Easy” or “Good Game Ezreal”. Is Creccio implying that he has knowledge/a role that could carry people? Conclusion #1 is that unless somebody has a key or claims to be the recipient of the message, there is no way to really tell what Creccio is saying. However, the fact that he is using such an obvious code is interesting. It’s useless without a key, which would have to be PMed privately so an aspiring codebreaker can’t figure out the meaning from information in-thread. However, if Creccio could send (or reply to) PMs, there wouldn’t be any point in creating such an obvious code. Creccio needs to have the key. If Creccio was a DIagrammist, he could just use a Doc to communicate with his fellow Diagrammists. Could the entire code be a fabrication meant to divert people from other types of discussion? I’m not sure. Conclusion # 2 is that this bit of analysis seems to have been a waste of effort. Kudos to Creccio for being cryptic and making me waste my time. I see no reason for him to have created his codes if not for the express purpose of confusing people. @Kyn, I think you're not suspicious, so I'm taking my vote off of you.
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