Nyali

Night 7 - Silence A black feather floated from the top of the highest tower in Elantris, drifting slowly downward until it had nearly reached the polished stones of the courtyard. A raven's feather, of course. They'd come after the battle. Then a new gust of wind picked it up, twirling it sharply and sending it- and then it was gone from Elantris, vanished from the whole of Sel, even. The Cognitive Knot was shrinking even more, binding the worlds too tightly. Now the same feather danced among the sands of Taldain, emerging high above Scadrial's mists with a scattering of tiny white grains embedded in the dark feather. The feather took its time on Scadrial, no longer dancing but falling softly, ever so slowly making its way from high in the sky to land upon a rooftop's edge, where it rested for a moment. Then another breath of wind knocked it off the roof, and it fell into Nalthis' bright wind, swirling with color around the blackness of the feather. The sun rose there, gleaming on the tiny mist drops covering the feather. For an instant, the feather seemed to freeze, a gleaming harbinger of death in the sunlight. Then, it was plunged into darkness. The sun still shone on Roshar, technically. But it was far too removed from the feather's reality to do any good, shining high and aloof above the turbulence knocking the feather about, ripping it apart, scattering sand from Taldain and mist from Scadrial to the far ends of the continent, and shredding the black feather until nothing was left but a few stray scraps of something unidentifiable, strewn across the face of Roshar with no one to give them a thought. The storm passed on, the wind died, and everything was almost exactly the same as before. No one is lynched! Final Vote Tally Lopen (2): Dalinar, Araris Little Wilson (1): Wilson Night 7 has begun. It will end in 48 hours. Player List

The day has ended.

There was an error in the countdown. It has been corrected:

Day 7 - Science! Being on watch is never fun, but tonight was particularly uneventful for the man seated at the fire. He stretched and looked around. Nope, still no one. He stifled a yawn. "I would like to speak with you about transformative cognitive entities," said a voice. The man sprang to his feet and whirled to face a cloaked figure that had not been there a moment before. He stopped and registered what the voice had asked him. "Wait, what? Transformative..." "Transformative cognitive entities. I believe the local word for them is 'Spren.' I wanted to ask you about the bond you formed with one." The man felt a chill. Who was this figure questioning him this way? "Tell me who you are and how you know about... about the bond," he demanded as he raised his spear menacingly. "Oh, put that down, I'm harmless," said his questioner as he waved dismissively with his hand. "Think of me as one of those... what's the local word for them? Ardents. Yes, think of me as an Ardent. I'm just here to gather knowledge, not tell anyone anything they don't need to know. Now, you are bonded to a spren, yes? May I ask you a few questions about it?" Still wary, the man replied, "I'm bonded to a spren, and I suspect you know what that means. What are you looking to learn?" After all, what's the harm in answering a few questions? He was bored and feeling quite restless as it was. It might be nice to have someone to talk to about this, and perhaps he could learn a thing or two from this figure. "Can you communicate through the bond? Can the spren feel pain or emotions that you feel? If the spren travels through a Perpendicularity, does its memories return full force, or do they remain forgotten?" came the barrage of questions. The man answered them as best he could, talking long into the night. Elsewhere, an ominous chittering could be heard rising out of the still of night. The animals scampered away from the sound, and the humans who heard it looked around in confusion and fear. The chittering continued long into the night. Science was done on Roshar! There are now zero Independents who have accomplished all of their goals. Day 7 has begun. It will end in 46.7 hours. Player List

The night has ended.

Oops. Sorry! Can topics be edited? I meant to say Night 6. Sorry, rollover is late at night, because it needs to be after baby bedtime, and I'm often kinda out of it. EDIT: Nevermind, I figured out how.

Night 6 - The Revenge of Elantris Daniyah stood before the mob and looked around, anxiously. She was backed into a corner, and there was nowhere to run. "Look, you have the wrong woman," she said with a nervous shake in her voice. "We know you did it, Daniyah," said Ashton, cornering her. "There's no use denying it," said Ashlyn, coming up on her other side. The crowd behind them closed in menacingly. "Okay, okay!" said Daniyah. "Fine! I'll confess!" she threw up her hands as if to wave them back a step or two. "Yes, I did it, and I'm not sorry. I took it, and I'm not giving it back." The crowd paused. "Took what?" asked Ashton, looking confused. "Err, the last piece of candy in the jar. The one you were saving. ... that is what this is about, isn't it?" Daniyah asked, eyeing the weapons held by the amassed Worldhoppers. "Umm, no," replied Ashlyn, with a strange look on her face. "This is about the assault on Elantris. You know, the city over there with the giant hole in the wall?" Daniyah blinked. "Umm, I don't know anything about that," she insisted, eyeing the blackened battlefield near the city. "Then what were you doing on Sel?" Ashlyn asked, striding forward to stand just in front of Daniyah. Daniyah tried to take a step back, but she was already against the wall. "I kind of live here?" Daniyah replied, gesturing around. "And I had some things to do. Nothing that really concerns you. Nothing you need to worry about. Like, you know, shopping for more candy." Daniyah fished through her pockets, looking for something. "Look," she said, taking out a pair of objects and holding them out, "I can give you back the candy, and another piece I picked up in..." "This isn't about the candy!" Ashlyn shouted, interrupting her. "You know," said a man as he pushed through the crowd, "If we kill her, we can have our young bard over here identify her corpse. And then we can steal all of her candy." Ashton considered this. "Who are you to suggest such a drastic course of action?" he asked. "Dr. Idem Occulta at your service," the man said, "and 'drastic' is my middle name!" "Really?" said Ashlyn, looking unconvinced. "Well, no, but it sounded good, didn't it? In any case, shall we?" Idem asked with a grin. He, Ashton, and Ashlyn turned back to Daniyah and each drew a weapon. "Wait, wait, wait! If you're going to kill me anyway, let me say something first!" Daniyah said. The crowd halted and she drew a deep breath. "I'm... actually trying to kill you all." She breathed a sigh of relief. "There we go, I've been wanting to get that off my chest for a while. It's so nice to be able to actually say it. I am trying to kill you all." She smiled then, relieved to be finally honest with all of them. As the crowd closed in around her, she popped the candies into her mouth. She didn't enjoy them long. Final Vote Tally Daniyah (3): Burnt, Paranoid King, Doctor12 Lopen (1): Dalinar Dalinar Kholin (1): Lopen Daniyah has been lynched! Night 6 has begun and will last 48 hours. Player List

The day has ended.

Yes. I added the wrong Lopen. The correct one was added and should still be there.

I apologize - I forgot to include in the writeup that one Independent has accomplished all of their goals. If three do, the game ends as if a Faction Goal was met.

Day 6 (Thank you to Elbereth for writing this Writeup) Gladium Paleas had been there when Bugsy died, when they strung him up and hung him from a blackwood gallows in what they called ‘justice’. He’d been there when everyone separated again, drifting apart to pursue their own goals again, to find someplace to spend the night in safety, if such a thing existed. His particular spot that he’d found wasn’t in any world, but just a little pocket of the Cognitive Realm that liked forming itself into a cavern. No one had ever found him there. No one dreamed that the Cognitive Realm had such places. He’d been there that night, with a tiny fire to warm his bones, holding the pale sword that had given him his name. He wasn’t there the next morning. An army was gathered before Elantris’ walls. Shields and armor clanked, swords glinting in the morning sunlight. There was a frozen instant of silence, when the soldiers were all perfectly lined up, a picture from a painting or the chart on a general’s table where every soldier was a mere fraction of a dot. Then the army exploded with a roar, charging towards Elantris in a massive fury, all of one mind, one action: charge. Elantris fought back, of course. The best Elantrians were away dealing with whatever was happening with the Cognitive Knot, but there were still plenty left, and every Elantrian can make fire. The army withered under the blasts of Aon Ehe, flaming and dying by the dozens. But despite that, they managed to reach the walls, and even as they died they brought a battering ram to bear, slamming into the gates once, twice, thrice. When the third boom faded, there was relative silence. Bodies littered the wall, and a few still screamed here and there. The army was dead or fled back to their grounds, within a minute of their charge. But where the army lay fallen, there was a great dent in the gate of Elantris, nearly piercing through the thick wood into Elantris itself. Elantris had been weakened, for the first time in centuries. And the army had not been defeated. Straw was killed! Elantris was attacked! 1 Independent has completed their goals! Day 6 has begun and will last 45.7 hours. Player List

The night has ended.

Yes. To clarify - Bugsy was correctly lynched. There were at least three votes on Bugsy after factoring in abilities.

Sorry, no writeup this time. Final Vote Tally Bugsy (2): Wonko, Silverblade Amanuensis (1): Straw Bugsy has been lynched! Night 5 has begun and will last 48 hours.

The day has ended.

The rule about a partial win has been there since before the game began. I put it in before posting the sign up thread because I was worried players would go inactive of they failed one goal. If that was a mistake, I sincerely apologize, but the only rule changes since the game was posted were the two changes to Research abilities which were both absolutely necessary, and two players gained abilities I forgot to include but meant to and, without them, their win cons were literally impossible. The only other change made was that I gave everyone a progress update on their goals last night. You can find those in your role PM OPs. (If I missed you or the update is a night out of date, I'm sorry, that was not intentional.) I was finding goal tracking the way I had originally planned to be too difficult and figured people would appreciate knowing their progress anyway. If someone is not enjoying the game, feels a rule or ruling needs to be changed, or is otherwise upset, please feel free to contact myself, Elbereth, and Alvron. We are more than willing to do what we can to rectify the situation.

The night has ended.

I have no idea what that is.

Night 4 - Goals The crowd had gathered once again, but this time, they had a purpose. They were here for one reason and one reason alone - to lynch Bugsy for being a hater. They all knew it, he even admitted to it, and, well, haters gonna hate, and lynchers gonna lynch. But now, they shuffled their feet. "What if he's the last of Odium's followers?" one wondered. "What if, by killing him, all this mess is undone and I don't get a chance to finish collecting a flower from every world?" Someone nearby raised an eyebrow. "Wait, that's all you're here to do?" "Well," he replied, "It does have to be dipped in the blood of a guilty Evil person who died at the stroke of midnight to at least two attackers..." he trailed off as his questioner backed away. "Oh, come on, you all have tasks to do here too, don't you? Do we really want to risk ending it all before we're done?" Across the crowd came mutters of reluctant agreement as they lowered their weapons, though most still glared at Bugsy. "Hey, don't look at me!" Bugsy protested. "I'm all for killing me. Let's end everything, right now." They started muttering to each other about what they still had left to do. "I need twenty more hats." "I need everyone on the same world and all dancing in sync with each other." "I need three more of you to say the word 'Quixotic.'" "Well, if we're not going to kill Bugsy, who are we going to kill? We have to kill somebody, it's tradition." "What about him?" said a voice, and the crowd turned as one to see a man sitting in the corner at a desk, writing furiously with one hand and pointing at Dowanx with his other. "If you need to kill someone, kill whomever I'm pointing at. Whoever they are, they haven't moved in days, and that's just weird. Then, go away and let me get back to writing. I've another thousand pages to write before supper." The crowd considered the writer's suggestion. One went over and poked Dowanx with a stick to see if she would get a response, but none came. She shrugged. "Hey, what about him?" asked another, pointing at a Kelen Taldar. Another woman from the crowd walked over and poked Kelen. "Ow! Stop that!" Kelen exclaimed, "I'm right here! Don't kill me!" The crowd shrugged. "Guess there's only one real choice then." They went as one to the unresponsive Dowanx, picked him up, and carried him to the top floor of a tall building. Then, they threw him out a window. "It's nice to have traditions," one said as they clapped each other on the back for a job well done. "They make deciding how to kill people so much easier." Final Vote Tally Dowanx (6): Darkness Ascendant, Lopen, Sart, LivingLegend, The Young Bard, Mark Alias Sheep (3): Araris, Frozen Mint, Ecthelion Bugsy (2): Paranoid King, Bridge Boy Lopen (1): Amanuensis Amanuensis (1): Sart Conquestor (1): Bugsy Dowanx has been lynched! Night 4 has begun and will last 47 hours. Player List

Sorry, Mark - people have been using many colors for many things, so I wasn't sure. The day has ended.

Vote Tally Alias Sheep (4): The Young Bard, Araris, Frozen Mint, Ecthelion Dowanx (4): Darkness Ascendant, Lopen, Sart, LivingLegend Bugsy (2): Paranoid King, Bridge Boy Lopen (1): Amanuensis Amanuensis (1): Sart Conquestor (1): Bugsy

PAFO XD

Anyone may request official vote tallies at any time. Here's what I have, but I couldn't tell if Mark was voting on Sheep or not. Mark, could you please clarify? You posted his name in a reddish brown. Vote Tally Bugsy (3): Bugsy, Ecthelion, LivingLegend Alias Sheep (2): The Young Bard, Amanuensis Amanuensis (1): Sart Dowanx (1): Darkness Ascendant\ EDIT: I have decided to clarify that this is the voting color. Voting in any other color will not count, even if it is reddish.

Day 4 - The Crowded Room She had promised. She would turn them in, turn them all in, the man thought as he walked through the inn's halls. In his hand, he held a piece of paper that read, simply, "Meet me at first light. Room 204, 'The Broken Spear' - N." The inn had been easy enough to find, though it was located in a particularly seedy part of town. The rest of the patrons glared at him as he entered with his fine clothes and wide hat, but they went back to their drinks and conversation quickly enough. No need to cause trouble, their posture said. Leave us be, and we'll let you live. The man had hurried up the stairs, leaving behind the murderers and thieves. There was only one murderer here he was interested in, and she had information. He found the room, but halted outside. Something felt wrong about all this. It was too easy. The woman had offered so much information on so dangerous a foe, a foe who always knew more than he should, a nebulous foe that everyone seemed to know, but no one had ever met. Yet, this woman's claims... He mulled it all over as he knocked on the door. After a moment, he knocked again. He heard nothing within. Silence as still as... At that thought, he rammed the door open with his shoulder. It banged open with a loud crash, and shouts of alarm arose from the common room downstairs. He rushed in and slipped on something, falling to the ground with a loud thump. He looked at his hands - hands that were red and dripping with blood. Noises on the stairs - he didn't have much time before questions would be asked, questions he did not have the answer to. Quickly, he surveyed the room and found the woman he had been expecting to meet. Or, rather, he found a pile of human bones floating in a pool of blood. He scrambled to his feet as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He left by the only exit remaining to him - the window. He held his cloak about his face to shield it from the glass as he crashed through the window and onto the inn's awning, and from there to the ground, and he was away, his feet leaving a trail of bloody footprints as he retreated into the night. Jonly stood at a window, one rather familiar to him by now. He stood there upon the precipice and gazed out upon the world, and contemplated eternity. What would happen, should he die here and now? Who would take up his legacy? Would his desires still yet be fulfilled? He didn't think so. If he did, he would not be standing here, in front of this window. He knew his legacy would not die with him, but he also didn't think it would outlive him long. There was so much yet to do, but... He shook his head. It was not to be. He put one foot upon the windowsill, leaned out, and ... And a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back. "You shall kill no one else!" shouted a voice behind him. He whirled around to see a figure, features shrouded in a heavy cloak, standing before him. The figure threw Jonly away from the window, slamming him to the ground. Jonly scrambled to his feet and put distance between himself and the mysterious figure. "No!" he shouted, "Don't you understand? Don't any of you understand? I hate you, for this and so many other things, but I will not be stopped. Not tonight! Tonight I have a very special person in mind to throw out a window, and you will not stop me!" "I beg to differ," said the figure as it swept Jonly's feet out from under him and planted a boot on his neck. "So do I," said a new voice, and a second figure wrapped in mystery barreled into the room, shoving the person off of Jonly. "You're protecting him?" the figure said while regaining their footing. "No, I'm killing him!" and a glowing weapon appeared in the newcomer's hands. With an awkward swing, the attacker swiped the sword toward Jonly, who rolled to the side. If I could only make it to the window... Jonly thought as he lurched to his feet. He ran for it. The figure was faster. Standing between him and the window, the figure swung the sword toward him, and... And another man blocked it. "What's going on here?" he bellowed in a loud voice. "Can't you see I was trying to sleep?" "Get out of the way!" the figure cried, "Don't protect him!" "I'll protect whomever I want, now leave!" he returned, still standing in the figure's way. The window. Just need to get... Jonly thought as his attacker was briefly distracted. He stood up and tried to barrel through the sword-wielding figure, but that turned out to be a bad move. The figure's sword cleaved straight through the would-be defender's and caught Jonly in the side. Just as the glowing sword cleaved into his spine, a sudden light flashed outside the room. The sword pushed his body right into the path of whatever it is that came screaming into the room, and the momentum threw Jonly right out the window. Finally free of the chaos, his body falls to the ground below. Elsewhere, Aralis, while walking alongside a cliff, suddenly slips on something and falls several stories. "Not again!" he shouts as he plummets. On the ground, surprised to be alive, Aralis realizes that he has still been injured grievously. Arraenae has died! The Only Joe has died! Science is being done on Sel! Araris has been injured! Day 4 has begun and will last 46 hours. It is very, very likely I made mistakes. Please PM me asap with any mistakes that I made that are obvious to you. Player List

Night 3 - Confessions Jonly the Terrisman stood before the gathered crowd. He was grim-faced, but resolute. He knew many had already decided to kill him, so what did he have to lose? It was time to come clean. "Thank you all for coming. I have a few confessions to make." "Kill him!" shouted a voice from the crowd before being shushed. "Err, right. Anyway, I was the one who defenestrated Luckat," Jonly continued. "Huh, I guess that's okay," said someone from the crowd. "But, let's kill him anyway!" Jonly rolled his eyes. "No, look, I'm only killing Ghostbloods, and I'm only defenestrating them. It's fine, you'll see." "Let's kill him anyway!" came yet another voice in the crowd, more murmuring their ascent. "Hold on, I'm not done! I have more to say!" Jonly protested, motioning with his hands for the angry mob to calm down a moment so he could speak. "Okay, everyone, let's listen to Jonly." came another voice from the crowd. Jonly sighed in relief. "... and then kill him," the voice finished. Jonly groaned. "Okay, look, if someone dies to defenestration, it's me. I like shoving people out windows, but I'm not going for any of you. Well, not many of you. Just the Ghostbloods, okay? I have personal goals to achieve, and so do you, so leave me alone." "Hmm, I dunno. I still think we should kill him," said the first voice, a little too loudly. The rest of the crowd shushed him, as Jonly cleared his throat, indicating he still had yet more to say. "Fine, here, I'll confess. I'm a member of God's Own Hate, the faction you all think wants to kill all of you. But it's not true! We have no desire to kill anyone! We just want to live peaceful lives, in harmony with the rest of you. And, err, kill some Ghostbloods. They don't count though, am I right?" Jonly flashes the crowd a hopeful grin. "I'm just a peaceful terrisman. Don't let the name of my faction fool you! We can all be friends. ... right?" The crowd stared at him silently. "That's... that's good silence, right?" Jonly said, hopefully. The crowd, still saying nothing, slowly surrounded him. Jonly panicked, looking for a way out, but there was none. The crowd descended on him like a murder of crows, and when they were done, nothing remained but Jonly's Terris robes. No sign of his body was found, and none saw him escape, and yet, the crowd suspected it was not the last they'd seen of Jonly. Final Vote Tally The Only Joe (11): Paranoid King, Amanuensis, Wonko, The Young Bard, Straw, Ecthelion, Arraenae, Silverblade, Daniyah, Frozen Mint, Bridge Boy Dalinar Kholin (1): Bugsy The Only Joe was lynched, but did not die! Night 3 has begun and will last 48 hours. Player List