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Greetings, my name is Koru, and it is excellent to join in this great hunt today. However, lord Coyote, I have quite a few question about the medium role, namely because I aim to take on this role. I find it most expedient that we have some form of contact with the Court, and I do volunteer to take on this responsibility. First of all, my Lord, how exactly does one vote for a medium? Ah, many thanks, Inspector, you honor me with your trust. As I was saying, should we have a color if we are to vote for a medium, and a different one for a vote to strip the medium? (My Lord, this sniggering is unbecoming) Can two votes go on in the same cycle, as in voting for the takedown of one medium while simultaneously choosing another? Come to think of it, is the role of medium a must? What happens if we allow anarchy to reign and simply do not speak to the Court? Begging your pardon, my Lord, I do not mean to question your judgement. Furthermore, I have questions about the win condition of this medium. You have stated that unless this medium is a member of court, he becomes neutral. What then is this neutral medium's win condition? Who does he win with? Lastly, I must ask about this Protector of the Forest role. My Lord, you have said that the medium appoints this new Protector from the woods. However, what if we have chosen wrong? What if we by our flawed judgement elect a Protector from the ranks of those filthy Courtsmen hiding between us? Would they lose their Court win con and become dedicated only to the survival of their Medium? Or would we simply be told that this person is ineligible to be chosen as a Protector? In this case, they would almost certainly be revealed as Courtsmen. Lord Coyote, lend us your wisdom, please. Thank you all for listening, and I look forward to a mighty hunt indeed.

I have finished the entire webcomic in a span of one day. Yes, well done Aonar. And Burnt as well. ...Please do not ask what...responsibilites... I neglected to focus on the comic. *stuffs ears to block out...the screams... It was... It was worth it?

Did you hear about this new...squadron? Hithon lifted his head from the bundle in his arms, turning towards his spren's 'voice'. "What do you mean?" The pattern by the fireplace hummed in amusement. Come with me Quickly, gently, he felt the bundle, still warm in his arms. It remained still...for now. "I can't leave now..." Hithon could almost feel Anor rolling her eyes, and cryptics didn't have eyes. Not a lie, but it is not a truth either. She's still here. Come!! "Almighty, you're determined, aren't you?" He stood from his chair, and then Anor was beside him, humming gently. Hithon didn't bother waving her off. Yes, he was in his own home, he knew where everything was, and no, he had never actually fallen - a lie, Hithon - Shut up, Anor, that was a stumble. He had never fallen, but still Anor insisted on following him around and humming whenever he approached an object. Then again, with the bundle in his arms, which Anor seemed to share his love of, perhaps he didn't mind being extra careful. “Lyna?” He called. Footsteps. Running. Hithon braced himself, just as a small figure barreled into him, and his leg was suddenly locked into immobility by two tiny but strong arms. There was the sound of giggling and Anor’s happy buzzing. In a voice full of sunlight, the little figure announced that a ferocious whitespine now held his leg hostage, and “Mama’s in the bedroom writing!” Hithon laughed and reached down with one hand to stroke the little whitespine. “I don’t think my leg is that tasty, Elanor. Perhaps this little whitespine should go try tasting the axehounds instead?” He resisted the urge to dip into Shadesmar, to grasp his daughter’s soul in his hands and see her, see her smile. No. There was too much a risk of going slack. With a giggle and another tight leg hug, Elanor ran to find her favored partners in crime. You know that's not going to end well. Hithon grinned and braced himself. "What are you talking about? She's a sweet little girl!" LIES!!!! he found Lyna - or rather, heard her reed scratching parchment incessantly. Heard her murmuring softly to herself, trying out words and phrases in her head. He smiled. Perfect. “Dear, Anor wants to show me something. Could you take Estel for a moment?” As he expected, she didn’t even look up, only murmuring a “Sure?” Before she had the chance to reconsider, he gently placed little Estel - their son - beside her, kissing both their foreheads softly. “I’ll be back in five minutes, promise.” She mumbled and waved him off, apparently deeper in writing frenzy than he had first thought. He grinned and took a calculated risk. “Say, you wouldn’t mind if I took some of our infused spheres right?” “Mmhm?... Hey wait, I need those -” But he was already gone, and laughing. =o=o=o=o “So… an elite squadron of Knights Radiant, fighting alongside Alethkar’s army?” Hithon couldn’t hide his amusement. “Didn’t they try that before?” He turned - and sensed that Naihar was no longer there. He rolled his eyes. No surprise there. It had been a pleasant surprise running into his old brother, and evidently time had not changed Naihar one bit. Shrugging, he reached into his belt, making sure his spheres were still there. Assured of enough Light, he dove into Shadesmar, forming a small platform of spheres to observe the souls below. Spren. Lots of them, congregating around the area. “Anor?” Those are Radiant spren, Hithon. Spren of all kinds, already bonded. These men are not new Radiants. But I sense Highspren as well. They do not seem happy with this. Hithon glanced at her, smiling slightly at actually being able to see her form. “Highspren? Nale’s spren?” Yes. “He’s upped his game, then, recruiting actual Skybreakers to do his work.” It would seem so. “Well, I wish them all luck. Let’s go home, Anor.” You’re not joining them? “Anor, I have a family. Come on. Let’s go make sure Lyna hasn’t let dinner burn. I’m...pretty sure she hasn’t” That is a lie Hithon laughed and escaped Shadesmar. Turning away from the squadron assembled below, he made his way home. Home to his family. =o=o=o=o=o=o=o= In other words, I love this idea, but I have to sit this one out Spec doc link, please! Also hi @Ecthelion III and @Drake Marshall. I have fond memories of you guys :1

*grumble grumble grumble But I caaan't play a new game!!! I'm going to be settling in into college!!! ...sigh You got me. I can't not play this game. Signing up as Koru. Now I'm going to go read the comic. So from the 17th onwards, my activity is going to be very uncertain, as I will be flying to and settling in college in the States. I'll try my best to be on, but forgive any lapses. I promise I'll do my best since I've signed up. I look forward to scheming plotting killing trying desperately to survive screaming spending way too much time on this a nice, happy time of debate and fun with you guys!

Do you hear the GMs groan? Crying the song of dying men It is the singing of two Shards Who cannot wait to see you die! As your laughter and your glee Drown our cries of frustration There is a life about to end When tomorrow comes! Will you please extend some mercy – spare us now, we beg of you! The day is still so young, and there is so much to read through! The blood of the players is needed to appease our wrath!!!!! Do you hear the people scheme? Scheming away with endless words It is the riot of a people With unlimited PMs! When the groaning of the Doc Echoes the cackling of the throng Let’s hope that death will shut them up When tomorrow comes!!!!!! 118 new PMs, guys >> 118 new PMs when I opened the Shard for the first time. Four pages of new PMs in my inbox, plus 9 pages of discussion. You guys are crazy. I love it

VOILA 'TIS I!! THE DOC HAS RETURNED TO SE!!! TO THOSE WHO HAVE MISSED HIM, THE ADORING MASSES, THE CHEERS! *blinks Where are the cheers? Heh. So yes. I'm back, for a short while, to help Hael with this game. I fell in love with Les Mis over the past few months, and practically begged Hael to let me help him with the parodies So yes, expect a lot[i/] of parodies over the next few cycles, and I hope you guys do your part to at least drop some verses! I don't expect you all to be familiar with Les Mis, the musical, but any song would do in any style. We can't offer a reward system like Aman's games, but really, it would be lots of fun to do, and a great game for all, yeah? And to close off, here's an extra parody from me! Master of the Game, doling out the pain Ready with PAFO cards to drive you insane! Offers parodies! Writeups galore! Spectators appreciate a little gore! Glad to do my victim friends a favor Doesn't cost me to be nice! But nothing gets you nothing Everything has got a little...price! (Hint hint, upvotes!) Master of the Game, keeper of the zoo Ready to relieve 'em of a good night’s sleep! Ready with the hints, keep em in suspense! A little teasing smirk to keep ‘em nice and tense! Everybody loves a GM! Everybody's bosom friend I do whatever pleases! Ruin! Won't I bleed 'em in the end! (of upvotes!) (And while, life. And time. And sanity.) (But upvotes) *cackles and vanishes

Arm yourselves? Hah! Your puns are 'armless stings against me!!! And now, a piece of Rp i have been waiting to post a long, long time. Again and again, Hithon's daggers met steel. Again and again, Teresh managed to hold him off- just barely. The man was a Ghostblood through and through, and Hithon recognized the patterns of the fight just as well as Teresh would know this. He might have cared, might have thought to change his style. An advantage of having merely trained with the Ghostbloods instead of becoming one of them was that he had a great deal of opportunity to develop his own patterns. But that part was ignored - or kept hidden, from the Thrill. Hithon did not need to give it any more advantages. Gah, the bloodlust within him. He needed to kill Teresh, or he felt his heart would burst. Teresh needed to die die DIE And then, an opening. No. Uther missed a beat in the rhythm of the fight, and suddenly he was wide open, his defenses would be coming too late. Please don’t A surge of fierce, triumphant joy. His daggers surged past Uther’s defenses, heading straight for the man’s heart. Anor, PLEASE With all his strength, he jerked, and the daggers changed course. Instead of sinking deep into Teresh's heart, his knife glanced off a rib and kissed a deep cut into the Initiates’ side. Teresh screamed, a loud, horrible screech of pure agony. He smelt the blood hissing at the poison. He was frozen. Time stopped for a single, unending moment as he remained locked in the position, his horror and his pain finally surging forth to overwhelm the spell that Thrill had cast on him. He couldn’t move. What had he done He hadn’t killed him. Not yet. Instead of killing him outright, he had given Uther a chance to recover. Stormlight could heal blackbane. He hoped. Please...please. Have enough Stormlight. Please “Hithon!” A voice from behind. Calling him. Suddenly distracted, Hithon felt the deep anger rise in him again. Couldn’t they see he was busy? Whoever it was deserved to die for the interruption. A deep sense of revulsion forced its way through, at being weak, unable to move, frozen because of a man he had rightfully killed. A hand on his shoulder. Hithon snarled, and twisted, a dagger poised to bury itself in the body of the intruder, but then he heard her shriek, and he froze yet again. He knew that voice. Heard the rustle of a havah. Felt both her hands on his arm. She was unarmed. Just that fact was enough to give him pause. And with that pause, the realizations flooded in. Of course she was unarmed. As always. Every time they had went out on their missions, she would borrow one of his knives if she pulled Initiate-killing duty. She never did learn to bring any weapons of her own. And the dress. Only she would wear a dress to the battlefield. “Dressed to kill”, she would always tease. He knew her. She was speaking, but he heard no words, only the worry, the concern, the fear in her voice. And he felt his heart shatter into pieces. He couldn’t go on like this. And then he felt her arms around his neck, hesitant, yet unflinching. She trusted him. And he could hold back the sobs no longer, as he pulled Lyna into a tight, crushing embrace, kissing her forehead. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. "NOT THE TIME" A voice screamed from overhead. Hithon muttered a dark curse. Fifth. Briefly, he considered hurling a dagger at his brother, just for that. But...With a sigh, he had to admit that Fifth was right. Firming himself, he extricated himself from Lyna’s tight embrace, and passed her one of his daggers. He stood, and looked inwards, saw the monster thrashing in revulsion, gnashing and struggling to break free once again. “Unmade.” He whispered. “I don’t know why you torment me. I don’t know why I saw you when my eyes were robbed from me. For years, you have tortured me. For years, you have made me unable to trust, unable to love.” His hand found Lyna’s, and he held on tight. "No more." The Unmade within him screamed at him, calling him blind, broken, nothing. Your spren left you!! Your own father blinded you!!! You are but a toy tossed to the side, a blind, scarred thing unable to ever be accepted. “You are wrong. I believed you. For years. But you lie. My brothers are around me. They accept me. Our family of justice. They know what I have done, and they accept me. I have found family. Lyna… I have found love. And broken, you call me? That is another lie, for Anorien, she is with me. She has healed me. They have all healed me, and made me whole. Understand this, Unmade.” I am no longer broken. I am no longer yours. "I RENOUNCE YOU. AND BY NALE, YOU HAVE NO HOLD ON ME ANY LONGER!!!” The Unmade within him gave one final shriek of pure hate that brought him to his knees, but in the next instant, it was gone. Gone. He was free. Almighty, he was free. “H...Hithon?” Lyna’s voice. He turned, and gave her a small smile. “How’s Teresh doing?” “He’s alive, and staring at you with eyes that look like they may drop out of his skull any minute. Mmh, that’s a bad metaphor.” Hithon nodded, and twirled his twin daggers. He would have to explain later. Now? Now, he stared the giant Voidbringer, Lyna by his side. Fifth was floating above him, somehow. Teresh should have gotten up by now, and he heard Jonly's dismissive snort nearby. Rannatar was already beginning to outline yet another battle plan. He had no idea where Naihar was, but the man would probably show up when they least expected him, as always. And. Anorien. Somehow, wherever she was...he felt her forgiveness, felt the pain between them soothed. She forgave him. As he stood there, his family around him, he had never felt better in his life. It was time to finish off the other Unmade. Firstly, Drake, your rp is excellent. Was the reason I pushed for your release in the first place, and I'm very glad you kept your rp up to these standards It's been excellent playing with you, and I highly enjoyed playing this game with you. I'm sorry we ended up on opposite sides, you were a worthy opponent. Darkness Ascendant Also, another awesome pun that I have been saving for this reveal, but have no idea where to put it... "Justice is blind" *runs off laughing

Drake You should be ashamed of yourself. Hands down, your puns are the worst so far. But who nose? Maybe someone who has an even lamer sense of humor might come along. *shudders. Wouldn't that just be the worst? I'm sorry. I will fully understand if you give me the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. I...better quit while I'm a head, yeah? *legs off Also, did I miss Drake voting for Darkness? I only see Drake's vote on Alv. Did he switch it? Over and over, his blades sang. The Thrill was a pounding chorus dominating him. It sharpened his focus, his senses. Every single sound he heard in perfect clarity, every strike he made accompanied with a dark glee. Uther was tiring, yet he put up a strong fight. He was a worthy opponent, and he was glad of that. It would be glorious indeed to end this man, who had both saved his life and now sought to kill him. At the back of his mind, he struggled, even as his blades traced intricate patterns in the air, even as the Thrill thundered in joy at an almost-slip which brought his dagger an inch away from Teresh's face. He had never fought so well, even when he still had his eyes. In its own way, the Thrill was helping him. He laughed as Uther unleashed a master counterattack. He laughed when he felt the blade trembling. It was wrong, so wrong. Somewhere inside him he realized that Uther had done nothing but save his life, over and over. IHe would have felt nauseous. Horrified. A part of his was so grateful that it was Uther fighting him, and not him effortlessly cutting down a battalion of soldiers. He imagined the guilt might have killed him even if the Thrill released him. He was laughing. He was weeping. Inside his head, he heard the laughter of the darkness and the relentless singing. Why. WHY did this Thrill keep tormenting him? What could he do? Where was... Why did she - His foot slid off the ground. For a single infinite moment, he was weightless. He felt the swish of a sword just pass inches above his face. Then he crashed to the ground, gasping. His body hurt. It hurt so much, and he wasn't healing. Every cut and bruise he had accumulated since the battle ached, and he wasn't healing. Why wasn't he healing "Hithon, please!" Before he could spring to his feet, a scorching blast of heat washed the area directly in front of him, causing him to step back in shock. "We are not your enemies!!" Where are you? Hithon paused for a moment. A voice, his own? It was saying something. "Help me" And then he was surging forwards again. This time, Uther would fall. @Drake Marshall

There's a blind initiate duty now? Yeesh He was grabbed by someone, someone who spoke, but not to him. The voice was cool and calm, and though it had lost its slow mystery, it was a familiar voice. The one who called himself Fifth, one of his fellow initiates. Fifth led him across ground that shook with every monstrous footstep, and finally thrust him into the arms of another, "Hullo there Hithon." A wry voice, breathing hard with excitement or exhaustion. Teresh. "Thought I'd catch a breath of fresh air, and here I am. I hear you're looking for me?" Hithon grasped his arm, regaining his own balance. "Teresh. It's...a pleasure to hear your voice again." He straightened. "I suppose the charges against you were dropped?" Before the other Initiate could answer, he continued, quickly, trying to get his words out. "You're a Ghostblood. In my pouches are all the standard equipment of one. Blackbane, Backbreaker powder, Winterwort." He was interrupted as Teresh gasped and violently pulled him aside, as a foot smashed into the place where he had been standing. Rock chips sliced into his skin, and they did not heal. Hithon cursed to himself. How useless was he being in this battle? Teresh might have been trying to say something, but Hithon spoke again, urgently. "Teresh, listen. I'm blind. In this storm, I can hear nothing. I'm an assassin. I cannot fight a battle. I am next to useless, do you understand?" Was Teresh even listening? He forged on "But take my supplies. You would be able to make much better use of them than I can." He patted himself down. "Daggers, blowguns, throwing knives. What do you need?" He heard Teresh begin to reply, but somehow, he heard nothing. Something was wrong. He felt...something...look at him. And everything changed. Everything crashed. And he realized why he had been so weak. All along, he thought that the storm had been responsible for rendering him useless. But no. It had always been something else. Something he hadn't realized was still within him. He realized, now, what had happened when his stormlight ran out. The Darkness had returned. Laughing, clawing, overpowering. He sank to his knees. Again, his mouth was open. His throat raw. Was he moaning? screaming? Hands were grabbing his arm, trying to pull him up. He couldn't...he couldn't move The Darkness had returned, and it was not happy that that it had been banished in the first place. It was vengeful, and it loved his fear Was he still screaming? Why? What are - Who are you? WHY??? More laughter. And suddenly, he...he could see. He was high above, his body a storm, and he was looking down. He saw a figure wreathed in storms and light, eyes blazing bright blue as he commanded a cyclone. He saw his Vessel, a Voidbringer grown to monstrous proportions, singing of a Thrill, his Thrill. He saw...he saw himself, crumpled on the ground, curled up, eyes gaping sightlessly and moaning, as his fellow Initiates tried to drag him away from the Voidbringer. He saw himself, and he knew who he was. Unmade. He was tormented by the Unmade themselves. And suddenly he was back in himself, unseeing, surrounded by the dark. He howled as the Unmade's dark power coursed through him, lifting him, moving him against his will. He howled, cried, and felt the anger rise in him. Powerful, consuming, agony. He was on his feet. A hand was still clutching his arm. Lips drawn back in a snarl, he slashed at the hand with his blackbane-tipped daggers. His daggers nicked steel armor, and he heard a startled yelp. That action felt terrifyingly good. Something began to sing in him as he crouched in a battle stance, a wicked dagger in each hand. He heard the people around him murmur and step away. He heard them now, that he was no longer being blocked. A dark smile crossed his face. "Hithon?" In a flash, he launched himself towards the voice, daggers flashing through the air. He heard the Teresh gasp, and a blade clashed with his daggers. He heard Teresh's strain. Felt his fear at the knowledge of just how deadly the daggers were. How quickly they could end his life. Teresh was frightened, and weak from his stay in prison. And Hithon was going to kill him. Almighty help him, It felt good. Oh no, Hithon has been taken by the Thrill! Someone help him snap out of it!! Also Drake, nothing personal You were just the Initiate closest to me.

A hand had touched his arm. On reflex, he snarled and swung his dagger in a vicious arc. His blade found no mark, but before he could try again, the hand grasped his shoulder firmly, another hand gripping his wrist in a soft, but firm grip. Human hands. This was not an enemy. Hithon relaxed slightly, lowering his dagger. Who was it, then? The person was speaking, quickly, softly, reassuringly. He heard not the words, but the tone reassured him. He knew the voice. Cool, calm, edged with steel. Rannatar. He stilled, nodding at the man in front of him. "Brother," he said, relief clouding his voice. "Brother," Rannatar agreed. "Let's join the others. We have one more thing to take care of." Hithon sighed. "If you're wondering how I got here, I am too." He frowned. That voice was a familiar one. What's important however is that there's a giant storming voidbringer thing in front of us. And it's very, very angry at us, particularly me and Ranater I think.And we're going to need a plan. If we try to run, it can probably outrun us with those legs. I don't think that's an option." He remembered that voice. Screaming his name. Pushing him out from under a Chasmfiend's descending legs. Demanding what he knew of the Ghostbloods. Last heard protesting his innocence in strident tones as he was led away into jail back at the warcamps. Teresh, the man who had saved his life. What was he doing here? Well, he seemed to be making a plan to fight something..something big. "So. It's bigger than that chasmfiend we fought. More importantly, it's legs are a whole lot thicker and we aren't going to be able to chop them out from under it very easily. And it's smarter than any greatshell." I can't do this, Hithon thought. I can't anymore. As Drake continued to explain his plan, it became clear just what they were fighting. A Voidbringer giant possessed by one of the Unmade themselves. How...How?? He checked his supplies. He still had plenty of them, good. The Voidbringer screamed, an excruciating, ear splitting one, and he heard the thundering footsteps. Before he could begin to draw his dagger, he was pulled out of the way of a descending leg by....Rannatar? Naihar? Teresh? "Rannatar?" He ventured a guess. The person who had rescued him sighed in exhaustion. Rannatar. "Rannatar", he began. "I need to get to Teresh. I'm going to...need his help.

What the storms was going on?? Hithon stumbled through the wind and rain, bereft. His mouth was open. Sounds seemed to be coming out. Was he screaming? He couldn't hear himself scream. All his earlier confidence, his strength, they had all evaporated with the last of his Stormlight. All gone. He was alone, exposed, and the Everstorm was coming. Above him, he heard a thunderclap. Heard unnatural screams and shouts, and footsteps sent the earth shaking, almost knocking him off balance. What in Braize was large enough to make the very earth shake?? Even the Chasmfiend had not caused this! The wind grabbed at him, strongly, relentlessly, and he felt the temptation to just give in, let the wind fling him where it would. Who knows? He might find home. Home. But no. He continued to struggle, keeping his guard up. He was useless in this battle, with the wind and the rain drowning out all footsteps except for the unnaturally heavy ones up ahead. Where were all the other Voidbringers? Were they behind him? Around him? Where were they?? What was he doing here. And most of all. The biggest question he had. The one he wanted to scream into the sky. Might still be screaming at the sky. He couldn't hear himself. Where...where are you? Where did you go? He continued stumbling through the rain. Above, he heard shouting. The words were garbled, meaningless. He heard an explosion. Felt a force against his skin. Nothing happened. He was only putting one foot in front of the other, amidst a world of darkness, where everything was screaming at him. He couldn't see. oh Almighty, he couldn't see. Voices. Ahead. Familiar voices. The other Initiates? He needed to get to them. Needed to find his brothers. He. needed them. HIthon hunched further down against the pounding rain, and took another painful step, and another... ..and another. @Drake Marshall, I think we need to discuss exactly how much damage two Ghostblood-trained assassins can do to an Unmade Parshendi Wow, a lot of things happened this cycle, First of all, it's great to have you back, Drake! You were one of the people who I was most sure of as a villager, ever since I started PMing you while you were in jail. (And even before that I really enjoyed your excellent RP, which I'm thrilled to see is back in fine form.) Right. While Drake was in jail, we exchanged PMs. Well. He mostly PM'd me The guy's amazing. He managed to convince me that he deserved a pardon, and I called for it, but after three successive rounds of no-pardons, I guess I gave up. Sorry Drake. The fact that Jondesu is honorable makes me reconsider many things. Recall how I said that if Drake was evil, then the Willshaper would be completely cleared because he single-handedly confirmed Drake's lynch? If Drake had been honorable, then Jondesu would have been an eliminator along with probably Alv. So now that Jondesu turns out to be honorable... It seems that my case against Alv has suffered. I. bah. I trust in my read of Drake, which says he's honorable. I don't know what to think of Alv anymore. I had a PM with Drought, but it wasn't used for the past two cycles, so I have nothing to share on that part, sorry. And as for Ecth being an eliminator, I am inclined to agree with you about that. And you're right, we need to find the Elsecaller. Question is, who currently could hold the bond? According to Randuir himself last cycle, it could only be Randuir and Alv. Rand I trust, for now. I scanned his PMs last cycle, and got a PM between him and Jondesu, in which Randuir mentioned he had invested 5 honor towards Truthwatcher, and was now investing towards another order, discuss more about Lopen, and both agreed that it was most likely Lopen who was the elsecaller. I'm inclined to believe that Randuir is telling the truth about not having a spren. His story has no holes in it, at least. So...for now, all signs seem to point to Alv holding the inkspren. Lopen Did anyone notice that two bonds broke this cycle? Just as the Unjust killed two people this cycle? From the writeup, I conclude that the Unjust elsecaller switched Drake with Drought, and sent one Unjust to kill Drought, while two more went after Jondesu. Two bonds breaking means that those two Unjust had bonds! So now we ask around. Has anyone had a broken bond lately? If we find someone who has lost their spren bond, we've found two Unjust. Speaking of the Unjust Elsecaller, Darkness, it is rather obvious that the Elsecaller is Unjust, seeing as how they've switched their kill targets in and out of prison for the third round now. And while I can't refute your gut read on me, I will point out that I'm trying to do my best. And lastly, seeing as Arin was village after all, I'm going to have to go back and see who voted on him. I know I was one of them >> And seeing as I can, I'm going to vote we continue cleaning out the prisons with a vote on Quiver. EDIT: accidentally mixed up Alv and Lopen in an earlier paragraph.

Hithon crouched shivering in the rain, hearing the growls of voidbringers all around, smelling blood and stink and the scent of rain. The rain drenched him, the wind tried to move him. He felt the menace of the Voidbringers, surrounding him, heard the crackle of their lightning. Felt the grips of his daggers clutched in a death grip in his hands. Felt in his heart the sickening certainty that he could not survive this battle. Not like this. Blinded, robbed of stormlight, afraid. Hithon "Not now," He whispered. Hithon, listen "I'm sorry, Anor." Don't you dare. Don't you dare give up. "I can't win this." A lie. A particularly bad one. "Stop judging my lies!" Even in the heat of the moment, he could be indignant. Huh. Even now, the Voidbringers weren’t waiting for him to finish his conversation. Anorien buzzed in warning, and Hithon barely managed to move out of the way of a sword blow. Seizing his chance, he grabbed the arm that had just swooshed past him, pulling it with all his strength and driving a dagger into the Voidbringer’s back. Hithon, let me help you “What can you do?!” Why can you still not see, Hithon? Why has the Stormlight not healed your eyes? “How the storms am I supposed to know what stormlight does?” Hithon, please! She buzzed again, this time from his left, and Hithon whirled. He slipped on the wet rock, and fell on his back. He felt the blade pass above. He growled, twisted to the side. Pushed himself up, and threw himself in the direction the blow had come from. His daggers nicked flesh. “What do you want from me, Anor?!” A truth, Hithon. Why didn’t you want to be healed? WHY ARE YOU BLIND?? He breathed heavily, trying his hardest to listen for where the next blow would come from. The rain was loud, but overwhelming even that was the sound of his pounding heart. “It’s not the time -” Hithon. Spin right. Hithon spun, smelling the singed air from where the lightning bolt would have fried him. Screaming, he threw a dagger in the direction the bolt had come from. A shriek rewarded him. “I’m blind… because i wanted to be enough, Anor.” He heard footsteps, and before Anor could buzz, he spun to intercept them. Too slow? But no, his daggers broke carapace and sank into flesh. Whirling, he waited for the next attacker. “I wanted to be ENOUGH. All my life! I have sought time after time to prove myself. So many times.” Keep going. Was he crying, or was that just rain on his face? “I stay blind, because I stopped wanting to be that. I am not going to judge myself by any other man’s standards now. Because I’ve decided to accept myself as I am now, and storm anyone who thinks differently! I am blind because I storming want to be. Because I can be enough for me.” Thank you. That is truth. “Here’s another truth for you, Anor. We can’t win this. I’m sorry.” Hmm...That may be what you think is true. But it is not true. Before he could interrupt, she continued. You are a Lightweaver, Hithon. We create illusions by first piercing the lies within ourselves. Now. Lie to the world. Make the world a lie to those around you, in the way that you best know. “But...Stormlight?” At that moment, something broke. Something in his pocket shattered. And somehow, somehow, he felt the Light dancing through his veins. Reaching into his pocket, he found shattered pieces of the gold disc Fifth had given him. Somehow, it had given him his Stormlight back. “Anor?” I don’t know either, Hithon, this is fascinating. But shall we actually start using it? He closed his eyes, and he saw the world. And he started adding things in. The Voidbringers around Hithon paused, as if struck. One felt a hand brush across the nape of his neck. Another heard a child’s laughter in his ears. Two heard the voices of human singing, disturbing their Rhythms, and another heard the voice of the Blackthorn screaming beside him. The sounds of a feast, a little girl crying. A man’s dying cry. A woman singing an aria, children shouting. The roar of a chasmfiend, the crackle of lightning, the sudden silence of a meadow. Chaos. He created a world full of sounds and sensations that made no sense. He walked through them, they did not affect him. He listened to the Voidbringers screaming. Carefully, he slit their throats as they clutched their ears and broke down. One by one. Then he sheathed his dagger, curiously calm. “Anor, can you take me to the others?” He heard the smile in her voice. I rather think you know the way. So Lopen and I have been conversing a lot in PMs yesterday, and somehow, he has convinced me that Ecth may not be as trustworthy as I first thought. I don't know. We both agreed that Ecth putting himself out like this is an excellent thing, because one way or another, an Unjust has been exposed, whether it be Ecth or Lopen. For this, I was persuaded to switch my vote, seeing as how killing Ecth this cycle would be a lot faster than imprisoning Lopen and killing him next cycle. If it's information we're going after, we should execute Ecth instead of Lopen. This was the conclusion that we came to, and I planned to switch my vote in my nightly post. However, last night I was out tiil twelve, and when I got back I was too tried to string a post together. Tomorrow, I said. Tomorrow. Well, it's tomorrow, and I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry, Lopen. I still believe that you're more trustworthy than Ecth. I think that you're right about Ecth being Unjust. That you're right about Alv being Unjust after all. But switching votes now would do nothing. As we discussed last cycle, you would have needed to turn much more than one person if you wished to avoid Jon's Willshaping skills. And you haven't. Three votes on Alv, which would have been the ideal switch, and six on you. If I switch, it would mean four on Alv and five on you. And Jon would simply be able to switch the votes to make my vote switch meaningless. To switch now would be an empty gesture. I'm sorry, Lopen. I believed you were innocent. I know this doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry I couldn't save you. At least I know who to go after next cycle.

Throughout the battlefield, the Voidbringers had been growing more and more confused as their weapons turned against them. Blades became fire and burnt their hands, or became smoke and drifted away, or melted into blood and dripped from their hands. Hithon Kintas' sword had vanished too, but that wasn't his fault. All the Parshendi weapons looked and sounded the same... And well, so did any other weapon, to be honest. But he was reasonably sure that he hadn't vanished too many human weapons... Reasonably. This is dangerous As he had run through Shadesmar, Anorien had been his faithful companion, warning him of dangers, acting as his translator the souls of the weapons. Hithon spoke, challenged, cajoled, and Anorien translated, and if the change took, Hithon fed the sphere more of his precious stormlight. Anorien had become more agitated the more he changed, humming disapprovingly whenever he turned his head in her direction. Hithon, please Shadesmar was...it was beautiful. It was the one place where he could touch a soul, and see it shining brightly in his mind. He had seen weapons, swords, tables, armor, and some other things he wished he hadn't. But he had seen into their hearts. And it was beautiful. She was yelling at him now. He was running, and he was shivering. the cold bit dip into his bones, and he knew his Stormlight was on the verge of running out. He'd used it too liberally, he supposed. Are all humans this storming stub- His stormlight ran out. HITHON!! He fell, straight into the consuming darkness of the sea of souls, as they sought to smother him and destroy him. HITHON!!!! He was thrust, jerked, violenty thrown from Shadesmar, shivering, exhausted. drained. He retched. The cold, hard ground felt as beautiful as any bed. Strong winds gusted upon him, and he heard the screams of soldiers, the chanting of the Parshendi, and his own voice telling him to Get a move on!!! Torrential rains buffeted him, extremely strong winds forced him back. It was storming. Oh Storms, was it here already??? Were they hear already? Growls. Behind him. Singing. Two Voidbringers, laughing, smug. Hithon swiveled in the directions of their voice, and pulled out two daggers. Another deep breath. This was going to suck... Anyone want to save Hithon from his predicament? I can handle this pair, no problem, but I'm not going to get far without help. And Jon, I found your rp for that fantastic. Right, time to address the startling development. Firstly, how provable is Ecth's claim to be Truthwatcher? I believe it's time I did a role reveal to the thread. Lopen, Jondesu and Randuir already know of my abilities, and if even one of the was an Unjust, then the Unjust already know. So I suppose there's no point depriving the village of it, I guess. I'm the one who picked up the Lightweaver bond when Rae died. (Say hello, Anorien) I received the bond last cycle, and I spent it spying on one of Randuir's PMs. The PM was between Randuir and Drake, and they were discussing some strategies. After Drake summarized the last cycle, he asked if Randuir was the Truthwatcher, asking him to work together with Dustbringer!Mage to find suspicious spren. Randuir denied being the Truthwatcher, then quoted a chart that he and Lopen made together, in the end concluding that either Ecth or Drought has it. Randuir has also shown me this chart in a PM, and to me, at least, it checks out. What does this mean? It means that there is a very definite possibility that Ecth really is a Truthwatcher. When I reported these findings to Jondesu and Lopen, Lopen was able to confirm that Ecth claimed Truthwatcher to him last cycle. And so, I think that Ecth's claim does check out? Lopen himself seemed to believe that Ecth was the Truthwatcher right until the part where Ecth found him out for being a Elsecaller? Secondly, what are the possible scenarios? Right. Anyway, going on the assumption that Ecth is really the Truthwatcher, then it's really taking guts to accuse Lopen like this. Whether or bit Lopen turns out to be village, Ecth becomes an instant target. Or is the reason you're confident about revealing it is that you've found concrete protection for yourself, either from a Windrunner or squire? I hope you protect yourself better next times. However, if execute Lopen and find that he is a villager, then Ecth has just exposed himself mighty well. He wouldn't survive another round. The only problem is that we can only find the results of that execution in two cycles. But we'd have a very solid lead then. Thirdly, are there alternative possibilites? Randuir, I must confess to being confused by your post. If I read it correctly, you're saying that there are three possible people who are Elsecallers, namely you, Alv and Lopen? And that as Lopen is acting suspiciously and not in the best interests of the village, you believe he's the one you seek? Also, I suppose its a moot point now that Ecth has actually scanned the Elsecaller, but I'd like to hear about your process of elimination, if possible?

Something is...wrong. Hithon frowned as he sat on top of a small plank of wood that he had conjured from the beads. Shadesmar. It was as cold as ever, but his Stormlight was ample, having borrowed some infused spheres from some of the other Initiates before diving into this realm again. Anorien's presence had greeted him, and she had seemed...agitated. "What do you mean?" He prodded. I...do not know. I feel it. Something is wrong with the world, and it is approaching. "Anorien, I don't understand." Him. he whom you humans call...Stormfather. He is agitated, and his distress sends waves through Shadesmar. It is worrying, to know that the Stormfather is afraid. The Stormfather? Afraid? "The Voidbringers?" Hithon ventured. The Listerners. They of many forms. They whom we do not bond. They are summoning the Stormfather's...opposite. It...it comes. The Stormfather's....opposite? All of a sudden, the awful realization slammed into Hithon. The stories of the Highstorm that blew the wrong way. The storm that had begun after Highprince Kholin had ventured into the heart of the plains to fight the Voidbringers. What they called the Everstorm. It was coming? "Anorien. Are you sure?" Anorien buzzed in frustration. Sure. He frowned. "How much longer do we have?" Time...no time. It comes soon. Fast. Hithon muttered a curse. Of course. Of course. Storms!!! He had to warn his companions. Kholin. Everyone else. He had been about to thrust himself from Shadesmar when a thought stopped him. The Voidbringers. The Voidbringers were still out there. They would be in no condition to listen to him. And so it was that Hithon found himself holding a bead very tightly, seeing the soul of a Parshendi blade. Holding it to his forehead, he spoke to it, as Anor acted as his translator. The sword agreed to change. And in the physical realm, a Parshendi warrior who had been about to finish off a soldier watched in bafflement as his sword became smoke and drifted way into the night sky. Hithon allowed himself a small smile, grabbing the souls of a few other weapons. Now this was where he felt comfortable. Time to wreck some havoc from the shadows. You know what annoys me about this game so far? That we can't have an actual lynch. Yes, we can imprison people, but without executing them to find their alignments, it's basically a no lynch! And last cycle we didn't get to execute either prisoner. We have what, 15 free people left, and of those, 7 who are reliably active. If I'm correct, we will need 11 people for a pardon. I think we have to stop thinking about pardons now, because unless we can get the inactives back, there is no way we can achieve that. Even for an execution, we will need around 8 votes, but with the help of the Willshaper, we should be able to achieve that. Now, more than ever, it is important that we decide to execute unanimously. And we should execute, else the village might as well have no lynch in the first place. Right, let's talk about last cycle's lynch patterns. Early on, Jondesu suggested lynching JUQ. Lopen came on and accused Arin instead for a post of his, a vote which Jondesu jumped on. Arin was annoyed, but voted on Ecth instead. Rand followed on the Arin bandwagon. Then I expressed suspicion on Alv and voted on him, a vote that was very quickly jumped on in the span of six hours. In that time, Lopen, Mage, Arin and Rand all piled on the Alvron vote. While I am genuinely suspicious of Alvron, the speed in which the bandwagon piled up is making me suspect some sort of coordination. After this, Lopen has a change of heart after talking to Alv in PMs, and decides to switch back to Arin, and Ecth gets on and votes for Arin. So...firstly, does Alv have a supernatural ability to escape lynches or something? This is what, the fourth time he's been up for lynch and escaped? So...let's go on two assumptions here, and drawing different conclusions. If Arinian is an eliminator, Lopen and Ecth become more cleared for ensuring his lynch. Also, if Arin is evil, in which case those who bandwagoned on Alv when he emerged as an alternative target become suspicious, namely Lopen, Mage, Arin and Rand. And possibly me, I suppose, for suggesting the altenrative lynch and diverting attention. If Arin turns out to be village, then I will scream I told you so to the Stormfather and we can just finish Alv before he gets the chance to escape yet again. If Arin turns out to be village, Lopen becomes suspicious for his switch back, and those who voted on Alv become slightly more cleared? With that in mind, I shall vote to execute Arin, hoping to gain information from his death. I'll cast an imprisonment vote tomorrow.

Hithon stayed out of the battle, for the most part, having firmly decided one thing. He was not a Radiant for the battlefield. Balthazar had dropped him somewhere at the fringes of the battle, and he had found himself cover as the battle raged all round him. He was an assassin, for Braize's sake, not a storming soldier! Even when he had his eyes he would have stayed far away from the din of battle. What could he do? Muttering, he stayed hidden, gripping his daggers, listening hard for any signs of passing Voidbringers. Much as he hated to admit it, he needed help. Again, he felt the strangely melodic hum, and he knew that Anorien was here. Anorien, who had...somehow helped him to fight the chasmfiend, who had helped him into...into Shadesmar, and had been his guide there. What was she? Anorien hummed. For some reason, she never spoke here. The only time that he had ever heard her voice was back in Shadesmar,. Here? She communicated by buzzes and hums. He still had no idea what she was, or why she was with him, and he still did not know how to communicate with her. Perhaps it was time for another visit to Shadesmar? Again, he somehow communicated to Anor his desire, and her presence faded, only to return again buzzing contentedly. That meant they were safe, then. Gripping his sphere pouch tight in his hands, he took a deep breath... And he entered Shadesmar once more. Right, after thinking through it a lot and rereading past cycles, I've decided to put my vote where my accusation is - Alvron. I don't believe I have to say much here? I've already said all I have to say in my previous post. So, my thoughts on the more active players. As I said, I think the active players at this point consist of me, Randuir, Jondesu, Lopen, Arin, Ecth and Alvron. For myself, ha. I'm innocent, but I don't expect you to take my word for it. But I've been trying my best. I've worked hard to post every single cycle and a post every night. And forgive me if I think I'm doing well. I've been in contact with the prisoners, and while I could have allowed myself to be their sole proxy, I certainly didn't have to tell anyone that people could start PMs with prisoners, I pushed for people to talk to them. How many of you were convinced of Drake's innocence last cycle because I carried his plea and asked you guys to speak to him? *shrug. Ah well. Rand. Rand has been a very active player, and much more active than I have been. to be honest, I'm a little surprised he has not been killed yet, as he's been offering quite helpful advice to the village most of the time. That makes me a little wary of him. Jondesu. For some reason, I do trust him right now. I have reasons to suspect that he might not be what he claims, but his action so far have done nothing to support that. The only thing I may have to bring against him is that he suggested going after inactives, and possibly diverting the lynch from Alv in cycle 3 to Drake. We'll see. Lopen. I also tend to trust, although the favor is not returned . But I feel that his posts echo my own. He sounds like a villager trying to help and getting frustrated because no one is listening. I have a trust read on him. In Arin's defense, I found myself mostly agreeing with the posts that he made, and his frustration feels really genuine. I wouldn't be averse to lynching him, however, to truly know his alignment and possibly shed some light on Lopen and Jondesu. Ecth and Alvron have been staying under the radar for most of the game. I haven't even noticed Ecth much until Drake pointed out in PM that Ecth was a lot more active than I had initially given him credit for. My read is mostly suspicious for now. It's 2am. Goodnight.

Right. So. thoughts. Last cycle, through PMs with him, Drake managed to convince me to give him a chance to be pardoned, and I fought for that. I felt that even if I was wrong, we'd have more information anyways. But now it turns out that nothing's happened and we've gained no new information about Drake's alignment. Oh, and he loses the bond this cycle. Fantastic. The Willshaper moved one vote to pardon Drake. Again, I feel this is significant, but until we know Drake's alignment, I can't make any guesses as to the alignment of the Willshaper. So right now, I'm going to vote we execute Drake. Unless you guys feel that he has more to contribute, currently the most expedient plan to gain fast information would be this. Once Drake dies, I'll have more solid reads on the Willshaper and Alvron. Alvron's one of the players I'm watching most now. Besides the points I raised against him last cycle, namely that he seems to have a way of escaping lynches, and the Willshaper saved him specifically. Next, I'll move on to the inactives. As Arin said, inactivity reigns. I think the active players at this point consist of me, Randuir, Jondesu, Lopen, Arin, Ecth and Alvron. And Drake, of course, but he's imprisoned. El, Drought, Silverdragon and Magestar and Joe have come in now and again, but are definitely not regular and may be considered semi-inactives. People like Shqueeves, Assassin and Darkness have not been posting much at all, and JUQ and lazy anarchist have not been seen for ages. It definitely seems a good strategy to start picking out the inactives, as Jon pointed out. Except that it would be wasting the lynch. I don't know, I'll be thinking about this. On the topic of Joe, I honestly don't know what to think. Joe hasn't been very active in this game, and he's basically been throwing bandwagon votes. Not that I blame him, seeing as he's busy with MR20. But he seems a very odd player to elsecall with Quiver. Was this a blatant attempt to save Quiver? Were the eliminators hoping that the execution would hit Joe instead? I'm honestly unsure of what to think. Are we assuming that the Elsecaller is definitely Unjust now? There's the fact that this doesn't really make sense as a villager action, but might work if we assume that Quiver was unjust. In any case, Quiver goes back to jail next cycle. On the topic of bonds, Based on my honor tracking, the people with the highest honor that could still bond spren are me, Mage, Drought, Lopen, Dragon, Ecth, Alv, El and Joe. Looking through them, Mage has publicly claimed to be going for Dustbringer. El and Joe, Ecth, Drought and Dragon don't seem active enough to be going for spren. The candidates who I think is likely bonds went to is Me, Lopen, Alv or Randuir. We have been active enough to bond spren, and have high honor counts. I'll say goodnight for now. See you tomorrow.

He was drowning.. A sea of beads, tiny, dark glass spheres, an entire ocean of those spheres. They surged around him, moving in an undulating swell. Hithon would have screamed, if not for the beads surging against his mouth. To open his mouth would be to choke and die. He was descending through this churning, suffocating, clattering mass. And he had to fight with all his strength the urge to panic, to thrash and flail and drown, forcing himself to focus on his surroundings. It was cold. There seemed to be no sun. Stormlight warmed him, his own spheres bright in his minds eye, and he felt himself assailed by wave after wave of the beads seekign to destroy him. His wildly reaching hands grasped handfuls of spheres, and what he saw almost made him stop fighting in shock. He...he saw. Impressions, clear as sight, flashing against his mind. Simplistic, yet clear. A sword. A rock. A shoe. Touching a bead, he sensed the enormous Bridge 2, seeing it for the first time in his mind. And then something happened. Warmth left him. Light. The bead that was the Bridge...it had stolen something from him. It had taken some of his stormlight! Then he felt the beads moving again, not surging against him anymore, but against the bead that was the Bridge. Somehow, he felt them connecting, sticking together, until they formed a great solid mass of beads, and it was a mass in the form of a giant bridge. He saw it so[/] clearly now, in his mind’s eye, and he was able to step on it, and he wasn’t drowning anymore. The Bridge...it was asking him something. He...he felt as if he should understand. But he didn’t. How was he to get out of here? His spheres were dun. The last of the light shining in him, growing fainter with every passing second. Then. a presence. The same one that had been watching him. Twisting curiosity, shining like the sun. Radiating mystery and promise. It came near him, and he felt its gaze on him. He tensed. It is asking you if you want it to change. The voice took him by surprise. Slow, considered, with a slight feminine lilt. Whirling, he almost lost his concentration, and he felt the bridge he was standing on waver. “Change?” He demanded. the voice hummed, and it sounded...felt...familiar. You are not ready. I intercede...translate, for you. Do you want it to change? The voice seemed worried. You should not be in here. It is not safe for you. For us. Hithon considered. He had no idea what he was doing, but change seemed to be a good option now, anything to escape from this situation he was utterly lost in. And. His stormlight was running out. He was growing cold. Something needed to change. ”Yes. Make it change." Surprise. Amusement. Ambitious, to seek to change something so complex. Are you sure you have the Light? A pause, then it spoke again. I am a Bridge. I carry and am carried. I serve and have been served. I will not change. Was that what the bridge was actually saying? Could...Did the bridge even have thoughts? In another time, he would have been fascinated, but he was growing desperate. "You will change for me, Hithon of House Thindir. You will change, and you will release me." Confusion. You wish it to...release? Hithon was growing so cold. "Yes, yes!" The voice was growing worried, but still it relayed the message. I will change. Hithon gasped as he felt his remaining Stormlight sucked away, ripped away from him into the bead he was holding. His Stormlight vanished, and the bridge of beads he had been standing on dissolved once more into a sea, and he fell. Fell into that awful blackness, those millions of moving beads moving to consume him. That icy cold worming its way into his heart. This time, he gave into panic, and started flailing, thrashing, the scream building up in his throat. Panic now, the voice was frenzied. You need to leave!!! He still didn't know what happened. He had been thrown, it seemed. Or he had thrown himself. In any case, the beads around him exploded into the physical realm, and he felt himself dropped on the rock hard floor again, the burning sun a welcome heat across his back. The awful darkness fading away into a memory. "Wait!" He shouted, uncaring of who heard. "Wait!" Before that world faded completely. "Who are you?!" A laugh. Anorien, the voice said. I will be with you. And nothing remained of the realm he had just visited. Right. So, what I was trying to convey in this RP was that of Hithon visiting Shadesmar, and first finding Anorien. For those in Bridge 2, the bridge would have started turning into smoke, but stopped because Hithon ran out of Stormlight. And now he's out, and probably left alone somewhere, heh. I stayed up until three doing this last night >> So I left this post too late, and there's no use voting anymore. Looks like Quiver dies this cycle anyway, which is good. Less good is what's going to happen to Drake. Hopefully the valorspren ends up in good hands. Well. And the cycle just ended. Well done Doc, your timing is impeccable. See you guys on the other side of the rollover

...An Elantrian. In a mistborn game. ... Why? Anyway, I forgot to post yesterday, but I was the person attacked last night. I was saved by a lurcher though, so thanks to whoever out there thought I was worth protecting!

(RP to be edited in tomorrow, I'm just too sleepy now) Right, to all of you fine members of Bridge 2, Hithon has taken an unexpected trip to Shadesmar, so he won't be joining you for a bit Feel free to do a search for him, but you probably won't find him until I manage to get back. -On the Shqueeve lynch- Why Shqueeves? Now that Shqueeves has posted, are you going to remove your votes? -Mage votes on Drake- Ha. Mage, that's why I didn't bother PMing you with Drake's plea yesterday -On Drake's fate- At this point, I would suggest those suspicious of Drake's innocence to actually start a PM with him. This afternoon he sent me a boatload of calculations on the expected impact of killing or pardoning him, which really have to be seen to be believed. Drake, if you're reading this, I confess that some of the calculations went over my head, but you're amazing He concluded with a bottom line that if we believe that there's an 85% chance he's innocent, we need to pardon him. If not, then we should execute him. Seriously, PM him for the calculations. While Drake has almost fully convinced me of his innocence, the village doesn't seem headed for a pardon anytime soon, and as Jondesu said, we want to avoid a hung jury. So. I suppose I would have to - Ninjaed Oh hey, Jon switched his vote! Right. My vote to pardon Drake remains where it is. For those who are unsure, I recommend you start a PM with Drake. It's. 2AM, and I really can't think of much to say right now, so I'll. come back tomorrow, yeah? Goodnight.

Hithon frowned. He was still being watched. Since the chasmfiend hunt, the darkness had not returned. But he had constantly felt something else watching him. It was different. It wasn't the malevolent gaze of the shadows, no. These watchers felt...curious more than anything. He had no idea what they were, but they were not human, were around him, and they were curious about him. Even as he sat now, the Initiates taking a break from the bridge run, he felt them drawing closer. He felt them. A person who had lost his eyes learned to focus a lot more on the sense that he had left, but no sense feels presences. How was he feeling this? And that other presence he was getting better at sensing. The hum in his head. The flashes of intuition he had been getting. Somehow...somehow the presence was helping him. And. It was helping him to...to understand. He could see things that were...hidden. Uther's tattoo, for instance. How had he seen it? How had he known about it? Until that point, he had had no idea that Uther was a Ghostblood, until he had caught his wrist, and saw the three diamonds burned against his mind's eye. How had he seen it? Now Uther was in prison after a tearful reveal of just how important that tattoo was. The presences were keeping their distances. He wondered why. Were they the ones keeping the darkness at bay? He...he needed to think. Captain Kaladin. They were searching for him. He did not know what to feel. On one hand, all his instincts of self-preservation told him to retreat with his cloak and vanish when everyone's back was turned. The other hand actually found this quest noble and wanted to save Kaladin. The first voice was cold and practical, and he understood it intimately. It was him. His cloak and his protection. The second voice was a fool. An idealistic one, who believed they could save everyone. His heart and his weakness. No one could save everyone, though. He had found that out firsthand, hand't he? No one could save everyone. It was better, safer not to try. What was the point? What had Kaladin ever done to them to deserve rescue? It was a truth deeply ingrained in him since childhood that he could not save everyone. And as he had learned as his eyes were stolen, It was safer not to try. And yet, here he was, out in the plains looking for their leader. He had always striven to love others in his youth. It had taken the destruction of his eyes to make him stop, and even after that, he had tried to help every soul he came across. Even as he pulled his cloak tighter around himself and kept his head low to the ground, he knew that he might have gone out looking for Kaladin even if Dalinar hadn't ordered them to. It was. a disconcerting thought, being unable to be sure of your own motives. He was just unable to deny the tug in his heart that made him look. With a sigh, he wondered if he had the strength to finally face the fact that he might have been lying to himself. Yes. He couldn't save everyone. Why was he still trying, then? Because... Well. Because nothing would ever stop him from trying? That. That felt right. Right[\i] And at that moment, he heard a now familiar hum. In that instant, light flowed into him, he felt that something change, and he was pitched forward, face first, into into a sea of beads. Randuir So far, aside from my suspicion on Alv, I have had some more interactions through players and gotten some reads. Lopen I fairly trust, as well as Jondesu and Randuir. So far all they have done I see as helpful to the village. Arin, Ecth, Headshot, Mage, Drought and Dragon have been voting and occasionally saying stuff, and Joe and Elbereth have been sporadic but do vote. JUQ, Shqueeves, Anarchist and Darkness I believe have not been contributing much at all. As I said in my last post, depending on how things turn out this cycle, I would know where my vote the next cycle goes. For this one, I'm still unsure. Right, as most of you have received my PMs, so far, Drake contacted me in jail and had a lot of things to say. I've been wondering what to do with this information, and while I had PMed it to the people I reasonably trust, there's probably a good chance that it has already reached one of the Unjust. So I might as well come clean. Drake claimed to be the Dustbringer, and he claimed responsibility for the kill on Rae, saying it was to kill someone so the village could get more information, and he was very suspicious of Rae. When I asked him about the fact that there were clearly two voices in Rae's death scene, he attributed it to him and his spren talking. So. That's interesting. Does that mean the Unjust didn't send in a kill after all? Or is Drake, as one of my contacts suspects, an Unjust Dustbringer? Anyway, he sends this plea, that we consider pardoning him, or we run the risk of creating an Unjust Dustbringer. He says he only has enough honor left to maintain the bond one cycle, so even if we do not execute or pardon him, the bond will break next cycle. The only way we have of keeping the spren where it is is by pardoning him. We have two choices here, either to both pardon him, and Stoneward or Elsecall him, if possible, or execute/do nothing and run the risk of an Unjust getting that spren. We'd get information about his death, sure, and seeing as Mage has publicly claimed to be aiming for Dustbringer, we would be reasonably sure where it ends up. ...This is why you don't claim in thread, Mage. Anyways. I call for the Elsecaller or Stoneward to be active, I guess, now that the Dustbringer is confirmed to be in play. I am also going to sling a pardon vote on Drake Sure, it could be a desperate ploy by an eliminator to save his chull, but my gut read on him reads very honest. But don't take my word for it, all of you can go start PMs with him to ask him about it. Night guys!

I was informed that someone used the spear of the survivor on me but failed. I'm beginning to think it's a gag item. Honestly, this game is terrible for analysis, heh. What are we even doing? I'll throw a vote on Len for the bandwagoning mentioned last cycle. Like Silverblade said, once Darkness was gone, it would be your turn to be focused on.

The most interesting thing that happened this cycle, in my opinion, is the Willshaper. From last cycle, Alv was all set to be lynched, until the Willshaper switched Lopen's vote from Alv to Drake, causing Drake to now be imprisoned. Now this is an extremely decisive move. If we execute Drake and find that he is Unjust, the Willshaper is almost certainly hard-cleared in my mind. The Willshaper was one that decided the vote, and while it could have been a gambit to get trust, I believe that an Unjust Drake almost certainly means an Honorable Willshaper. On the other hand, if Drake turns out to be Honorable, Alv is going to be first on the target list, and the Willshaper coming after. So I'm going to vote to execute Drake. As for suspicions, I am currently suspicious of Alv, but until results from the Drake lynch come out, I don't have much to bring against him except for the fact that he has been second-closest from the lynch for the third time in a row. So far, the people I've PMed don't exactly think he's suspicious, but if Drake turns out to be honorable next cycle, my first target will be Alv. On Rae's death, I'm honestly surprised that she's a Lightweaver. She's been telling me n PMs that she had been trying to bond Edgedancer, expressing frustration when she didn't get Edgedancer last cycle. I wouldn't exactly have pegged her as holding a spren either, as she isn't among those with maximum honor. And while it wasn't exactly the Elim's first attack, Headshot, I'm not going to discount the possibility that the Unjust did know that she had a spren beforehand. It just seems weird otherwise. I'll look over the thread tomorrow and throw a vote then. Until then, Goodnight!

I might actually support you on this if no more discussion comes tomorrow, Alv. I'd like to see you pop a vote first, though, and do what you suggest. Just pointing out that the three days you've mentioned have passed, Rae :/ Well, you should have no problem catching up with this one... it's quiet. No, as Rae pointed out, his bond was broken. it's very unlikely that he could bond Edgedancer again if we were to lynch him this cycle. So yeah, those were the things I wanted to respond to. I realize that a lot of people like @Drake Marshall, @Jondesu and @TheMightyLopen have said that they would be out, but what about the other people? We made 8 pages the past two cycles, and only two for this one? Going through the list of people who haven't posted, @The lazy anarchist and @JUQ have not been seen for quite a few cycles. @Shqueeves and @Darkness Ascendant pop up every now and then, but don't usually say much. Elbereth was inactive, but has recent - hey, I got ninjaed. Hey Jon! Welcome back! Right, so far, I have gotten a really helpful impression from Drake, and I'm not really inclined to lynch him yet. I find that I've been agreeing with what he says, and while it could be, as you said, an eliminator trying to gain trust, I'm willing to keep him around for now. Oh, and if you look at the vote tally for this cycle, you can definitely see that the Willshaper has been bonded, as Quiver voted for his own execution. Other than that, no spren have been in evidence, unless you count Arin's usage. Anyways, as I was saying - And Mage ninjas me. Fantastic. A Dustbringer has been bonded? Oookay. I guess we'll be seeing someone spontaneously burst into flame soon, then. That. That throws my guesses out of whack. Seeing as actual discussion seems to be beginning again, I do not advocate lynching an inactive after all! I'll come back before rollover tomorrow to give my final thoughts. Goodnight!

"I confess, I did not recognize you. I wasn't aware that Thaidakar had sent anyone other than myself." The voice, he knew. It was the same voice that had screamed his name this morning, shoving him out of the way of a chasmfiend leg. It was the voice of the person who had promised to watch his back yesterday. The man who had saved his life. Uther Teresh. He had sat himself down opposite Hithon, and had just asked him a question. Thaidakar? The name sounded...familiar, but he couldn't place it. Hithon frowned. "I'm afraid I don't know who you mean." Uther started to speak again, but Hithon suddenly had a thought. His hand shot out and touched Uther's right wrist, silencing him. Immediately he felt the man tense, locked and ready to spring into a fighting stance. But then it seemed that Uther forced himself to release that tension. Deftly, Hithon swept his fingers across the back of Uther's wrist, andwhile you weren't supposed to feel tattoos, somehow he realized . Something his eyes had no way of seeing, he saw before him the three diamonds. His fingers froze, and he knew that Uther knew he knew. Ghostblood. This... this changed things. What were the Ghostbloods doing in Urithiru? What did they gain in sending an agent to be an Initiate? Oh, he knew them. He realized now that they would have stopped at nothing to gain every advantage, even up to sending one of their agents to become a Knight Radiant. Typical Ghostblood behaviour. No, the real question was "Were they the ones who attacked Lomot?" It made sense. Eliminate the opposition, make sure that the greatest power in the land was held by the Ghostbloods. It made a lot of sense. He was familiar with their tactics. What was Uther's part in this? So the person using blackbane this morning had been Uther, after all. Well then. This was a surprise. Hithon frowned, extending his wrists, palms facing down.He knew what Uther would see, that there were no tattoos of any kind. Mind still reeling, he began: "What do you want, Uther?" A sigh. "What is a Ghostblood doing among the Initiates?" @Drake Marshall