Doc12

Now this was interesting... It seemed there was some kind of discussion among some of the lancers. Finally, some talk about why the lancers had been called. The name "Rath" seemed to be thrown around many times. Spartacus took a quick glance at the sheaf of notes he'd swiped from his room. Yes, his room. Apparently his future self had been in this place's past, and future!Spartacus had worked together with past!Tiberius, so Tiberius had set apart a room for him whenever he visited. There he had found his future self's notes to himself. Time travel. So complicated. Bootstrap paradox and whatever. Anyway... He did a quick scan. Rath. A traitorous family never known for their loyalty. He raised an eyebrow. He broke into the little group. Why were they even arguing about this, then? It was simple. If anyone claimed Rath, simply refuse to trust them with information! Of course, there was the possibility that the Rath might lie, in which case the (he checked his notes) Lune would come in useful. He supposed the strategy might be hurtful to the Rath, and regretted that it had to be this way, but sometimes one had to be pragmatic. =o=o=o=o= Right, as my rp was saying, I don't think anyone would want to active claim Rath. It's a role guaranteed to produce instant distrust. By themselves, I don't think the roles are very detectable. Arcos would be obvious if they survive a duel they had no chance of winning. Bellona would possibly be able to be detected if a player gains a large amount of merit that isn't in proportion to their number of posts. I suppose Fabii might also be easily detected, as vote manipulations are fairly obvious most of the time. Julii, with some coordination in PMs, could also be proven if a trade is arranged inside PM. Telemanus, Rath, Lune and Thorne are the claims that are going to be hard to prove outside of death. So... Yeah. Also, can any Julii please PM me tonight? There a possibility that I might get fake Julii claims, but I have an idea for coordinating with a Julii. I promise your merit will be worth it.

@Wonko the Sane the clothing isn't invested, no, but it does have a passive effect. Whether it's useful or no? That's up to you to decide. I can guarantee, however, these robes are 100% Taldainian, and if youre like Anakin and think the sand is nasty, I have got just the robe for you! No sand getting into your robes tonight! I'll be on Sel anyway to interview Burnt. See you there.

Well, unique items have an * before them. Well, now that people know that I'm looking for unique items, @Wonko the Sane would you mind giving your item to me and not Hael? I need to collect three, and I haven't had any luck so far. People are understandably attached to their items, sigh. But let it be known that I am willing to trade! I have here with me a copy of the 'way of kings', which is a powerful one use item which blocks any and all redirect actions on you for one night. I also have some Taldainian robes...if anyone wants those... Why would anyone want to steal clothing though?

@Silverblade5 Thanks for the item. No, it was not what I needed, unfortunately, but it is a generous gift nonetheless, and I thank you for it.

From his spot by the wall, Spartacus raised his glass to the first lancer who had spoken, Tenebrum. She was greeting her old friends. Funny, that. He could’ve sworn he had some old friends here, too. The girl, Lumina. She had reminded him of Elentari, a brilliant, dangerous strategist he had met a while ago on a world far, far away. Khazad, the poor guard he had been following (but now lost. That man was seriously in a hurry) reminded him of Mandos, an enthusiastic and powerful warrior. Nirgal was an enemy, Gregor reminded him of a villager on Nalthis, as did Lucius, except Lucius reminded him of a man laughing. Other familiar faces danced in and out of vision, and he had to remind himself that he knew no one here. All the people he had known had come from another universe entirely. Some of them seemed to know him though. Lumina had mentioned something about a rebellion he was apparently in. And some of the older lancers were nodding respectfully at him. He took a quick glance of his datapad, wondering if he should start building his web of contacts. Would it be too hasty? Perhaps. slipping the datapad back, he again decided to watch and wait. Looking around the room, he continued taking in the people. Nyanah was interesting. As were Danii and Burganaa. There was…something about them he couldn’t quite place, but everything in him warned him to be wary of them. They were not from around here either. .. He wondered whether to move to talk to them, but decided to see if any of them would approach him first.

‘Spartacus’ wasn't as lucky as Khazad, unfortunately. The large man he had been following jerked sideways just in front of him, leaving his field of vision occupied by a large, rather ornate door. Slam Spartacus reeled back, rubbing his – fortunately very resilient – skull. “Ow…” He groaned. The door retreated from his field of vision, a face poking out from the edge, gazing at him with an exasperated disinterest. It was a rather severe looking girl, giving him a look which clearly communicated the fact that he was an idiot and should feel bad. Spartacus gave her a sheepish looking grin, then looked confused for a moment. The girl looked…extremely familiar. “Elentari?” The girl arched an eyebrow. “Lumina au [redacted], and you are?” Spartacus rose to his feet, watching her. This girl, Lumina, she was one to be watched. Her eyes swirled with plans and strategies, seemingly analyzing him already. He offered his hand. “Spartacus, at your service.”

@Burnt Spaghetti, Elantrian. I make this appeal to you, stretching across the cognitive knot, hoping this message meets your ears. I have great need of your assistance. Will I meet you at Sel, by the ruins of fair Elantris, the cycle after this? For my quest of knowledge is incomplete, and I must interview an Elantrian. I could find ways to assist you even after the fall of your great city. Burnt Spaghetti, hear my plea, and hearken to my need. With this knowledge, I will do my utmost to give back to the Elantrians. Thank you.

Alright, I get that you guys don't want to risk ending the game, but it's annoying how whenever we seem close to lynching someone they can just hold the "GoH" card over our heads. I'm willing to stick my neck out to call their bluff. Daniyah

An empty corridor in a palace, carpeted and softly lit. For the moment, it was empty. There was a curious depression in the carpet in the middle of the corridor, in the shape of a large square. It appeared as if something in the shape of a box had stood there but a few moments ago. A low, breathy hum, a soft wind from nowhere blowing into the corridor, ruffling the carpet. A light flared into existence, as the winds grew stronger. A low, alien hum, growing louder. Now it was a groan, a wheeze, a rhythmic, pulsing groan as more light flared as if from windows hanging in the air. The groan of ancient, powerful engines manipulating time itself. As the groan grew louder, the faint outline of a box seemed to fade into existence, veins of blue solidity pulsing through it with each growing hum until it stood there, a solid, blue box where none had been but a moment before. The box was in exactly the spot where the depression had been, as if it was the same object that had caused it. The door clicked open, and the Healer popped his head out. “Mars.” He muttered. “Roughly 34th Century.” He took a long, slow glance around the room, taking in the opulent decorations. “Interesting…” Suddenly, footsteps. The Healer jerked his head up, surprised. Some steps before him, the corridor opened into two side passages. He watched, confused, as a man that looked exactly like him, except with golden eyes and wearing a golden outfit, walked past his corridor, winking at him as he passed. What? Then, more footsteps. Urgent ones. A boy running towards him, dressed in gold armor, with a panicked look in his eyes. He seemed to be late to something. The Healer sauntered into the left side passage, hoping the boy would pass him by. No such luck. The boy, even in his hurry, noticed him. A challenging look came into his eyes, as he jerked to a stop and appraised him. In a moment a wicked looking pulsing blade was in his hands, leveled at the Healer’s neck. The Healer rolled his eyes and put up his hand. “Hello, no need to be so violent, I’m the Healer, I come in –urk” The boy had grabbed his neck. He was much, much stronger than he looked, apparently. “Who are you?!” He hissed. “Tiberius or Augustus?” Then he laughed, and dropped the Healer. “What am I saying, you’re not even Gold…” Before the Healer could say anything, the boy jerked him up again, staring into his eyes. “Black eyes?” His eyes flicked to his hands. Then the Healer was unceremoniously thrown to the ground again, the Blade leveled at his throat. “What are you?” The boy asked again. He seemed utterly thrown. And disconcerted people were dangerous people. In any case, he was out of here. A high pitched screech suddenly emanated from his pocket, causing the boy to jump violently and stab at it. Fortunately, he had taken full advantage of the boy’s surprise to roll out of the way, then kick at the boy’s legs. They connected, but the boy didn’t fall. Rassilon, how dense were his bones? No time to think, the boy had already recovered, and there was murder in his eyes. The Healer whipped his sonic from his pocket and jabbed it in the direction of the lights, thinking frantically. The lights went out, there was a curse, and the Healer was back in his TARDIS, laughing breathlessly. Nothing like barely escaping death to start the day. He ran to the central console and jerked the lever, activating the dematerialization sequence. On the scanner, he saw the boy’s utterly confused face, which made him laugh all the more. ________________________ Thud. The TARDIS landed again, far too soon to have travelled far. The Healer blinked, then checked the scanner. The exact same corridor, the same day, the same year. But five minutes before he first landed. Exactly five minutes before he had first landed. The Healer looked at the time rotor, rolling his eyes. “Really?” he groaned. The lights flashed in a distinctly smug way. A flash. He remembered the man who had looked like him, but with gold eyes, sauntering across and waving. That had been him. Realization struck. He started laughing softly again, and ran into his cavernous wardrobe. In three minutes he was out of the TARDIS, wearing brilliant gold the same shade as the boy’s armor, and contact lenses that made his eyes the same shade of gold. On his hands he wore perception filtered gloves, as he had no idea how to imitate the boy’s sigil. It would do. He nodded at the old girl, as she dematerialized, leaving a square depression in the carpet. Exactly two minutes later, he heard the sound of ancient engines, as he saw his past TARDIS materialize in the corridor, his past self stepping out. Grinning to himself, he walked out of the side passage and waved cheerily to his past self. Only he could derive amusement from confusing himself. He...wondered what that said about himself. In another moment, the same boy ran past, saw his past self and accosted him. The Healer leaned by the passage, grinning as he watched his past self casually outfox the boy, hearing the boy curse as the lights suddenly went out, and the groan of the TARDIS engines fading once more. He pointed his sonic at the lights, as it lit up and whirred softly. The lights bloomed back on, and the boy staggered back, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. “I say, are you alright?” the Healer put on a concerned tone, reaching forward to help the boy up. The boy did a double take as he saw him, whipping his blade at him before he noticed the Healer’s new gold clothes and the sigil on his wrist. “Who…who are you?” The boy asked, utterly bewildered. The Healer looked around once more, taking in the distinctly Roman flavored decorations, and grinned. “I am…Spartacus!” For good measure he whipped out his psychic paper, which had taken the form of a datapad, and flashed it at the boy. The boy relaxed, and put away his weapon. “Right. I don’t suppose you saw where that gorydam Obsidian went, did you?” The Healer shrugged. “Search me. But weren’t you late for something?” The boy groaned. “Don’t remind me, I’ve got to run! And aren’t you supposed to be coming too?” The Healer grinned. “On your mark.” Then the boy took off at an inhumanly fast pace, leaving him gaping. Was the boy even human? Luckily, even though usually he wasn’t the one doing the chasing, the Healer had a lot of practice running really fast. His last thoughts just before he took off was...This might even be fun! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Doctor12, in full RP mode, signing up as Spartacus :D. Any Doctor Who fans get the reference? Also, anyone want to take the role of the boy? It would be fun to bounce RP off each other.

My goals are to publish on every planet, interview at least one person from every planet, and collect three unique items. So yep, don't think I can finish all that in a few cycles...

Question, who was on Roshar last cycle? Two separate people put in kills in Joe, and there was a protector too? Does that mean there's was a Hater on Roshar besides Joe?

A shudder in the control room. The time rotor juddered to a halt, the great engines pausing for a beat. The Healer looked up in irritation from his book. What's this? Muttering under his breath, he got up and strode to the doors, opening the door into space. Ah. Another portal to another dimension, opening up, ready to suck him in. Already pulling. Another one of those...games. He had been sucked into far too many recently. "Nope," he muttered. "Not this time, no." He shut the doors and ran towards the console, jerking a lever to get himself out of here. The TARDIS shuddered and started to angle away. Yet. It wasn't strong enough to completely escape. Darn it. The TARDIS had sensed his interest. Choices, choices. The TARDIS remained accelerating away from the portal even as the portal exerted its grip on it. From the outside, it looked just like the TARDIS was hanging perfectly still. The TARDIS could escape with ease, but she had sensed that he didn't want to yet. He rolled his eyes finally and called into the void, knowing that whoever controlled the portal would hear him. "I'll be watching. Watching only. And if someone drops out, I'll take their place. That's all I can promise." He looked at the Time Rotor. "you happy now, old girl?" The lights flashed in a row through the TARDIS, and finally they began accelerating away from the portal. _________________________________________________________________________ In other words, sign me up for the spec doc and pinch hitting!

Well, Luckat had submitted an explanation. I still don't know if we can trust her, but I no longer want to be responsible for her death. Luckat

Iyatil was the ghostblood that used a blowdart on Amaram, I believe. And another member used a blow gun to impress Shallan. It's not the sort of weapon id expect to see in normal people's hands. While ghostbloods aren't evil per se, having them running around doesn't seem good for independents either, so I'm going to vote Luckat At least, unless she comes up with a very good explanation.

There's a lot to catch up on... I must say I like Bards idea of tracking kills in each planet. Sure, there may be a cross world kill ability, but at the very least we could find and stop any trigger happy people. Ive played two games with Mage, and I must say, he seems to have a talent for getting lynched. Two games with him, both times in my side, and I wanted to lynch him. He likes to troll for a bit, and it doesn't help that his defenses always seem to be digging a deeper hole for him and making him look more suspicious. I'd be inclined to watch him for now, I may be wrong, but I see mage as an unhelpful independent for now. I dislike day one lynches, as we're essentially firing shots in the dark to see how people respond, and in this game roles aren't even revealed on death. I really don't want to lynch anyone I may have to interact with ad part of my goals, so I have abstained from voting all this while. However, Aman and lily have convinced me to help the the vote. Ecthelion

Guys, does this count?

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2LuiXF1i_JEI I blame Alcatraz. Don't worry, no spoilers for book five!

You're really really enthusiastic and active in the community . You seem to have made it your mission to see dalinar's screaming face everywhere. That's... Impressive XD.

A flash of light, of flame and rebirth. Soft, warm light flowed through his body, gently healing, making new, regenerating. There was no pain. The Healer sat up, rubbing his head, looking at the corpses lying scattered around him. His heart clenched with sorrow, anger. Betrayal. He was alone. "if friend Lularah was a returned, then it is a gambit of the highest order, and i'll die laughing at how completely I've been fooled. "" "ha." he wheezed, testing out his new voice. "haha." and he broke down laughing helplessly amidst his tears. Laughing in the middle of a pile of dead friends, unable to stop. When would he stop trusting blindly? He stood, slowly. Wiping a tear. He gazed at the direction the Returned had gone, and back at his friends. I did not Return you. A voice said in his mind, soft and melodious. He laughed harshly. "You have no power over me, goddess. What i want to know know now is simple." He gestured to the smoking village. "Did you endorse this?" The voice returned, firm and sad. No. "Good." he snapped. "that means iwon't take care of you too when I'm done with them." What are you? " "I'm not from around here" Taking a deep breath, he snapped his fingers. A low wheezing, whooshing sound, and a blue box flashed into existence next to him. The Healer returned to his friends and started digging a grave, memorizing the names and faces if each of them as he did so. They deserved that much. First he would bury his friends. Then he would avenge them. Those Returned had no idea what they had done. To the Returned... I hate all of you, heh. Well that was intense, honestly, and kind of fun even though luck played me spectacularly. Signing up for the next game, no question. Any comments on my first game?

I would say that so far, Luckat has not steered us wrong. She has argued for the death of Ecthelion, and if not for her Lopen would have slipped under the radar. If she is an eliminator, then it is a gambit of the highest order and I'll die laughing at how completely I've been fooled. I have always been uncertain about Sheep , it was too likely a situation like mark. That's not to say i don't suspect sheep anymore. I noticed Meta diverting the vote from sheep. Rather i acknowledge that if luck is right and Meta really is an eliminator, he is very, very dangerous. I'm switching my vote. I pray that @Daniyah, @Assassin in Burgundy and @Master Elodin get on in time to vote.

Im so in. Sign me up as the Healer! Pay no attention to the Blue box.

The Healer was alone in the woods when it happened. He had wanted to be alone. Fled. Run from the village, guilt chasing and reaching for him with its insidious fingers. Alex. An innocent. Alex had always been a quiet one, and he had accused Alex. Him. The Healer. Causing the death of an innocent villager. Healer. He spat. He had known he could never forgive himself. The fact that he had not meant to kill Alex did not come into it. He had been the first to call him out. And when others had started chiming in, he had made no move to withdraw his vote. He leaned against an old gnarled tree, vowing to himself that Alex’s death would not go unavenged. Who, then, were the Returned? Could it be Kelek? Kelek had been the other target of suspicion by the other villagers, and he had seen three men who had voted for Kelek fall to the ground, choked by Awakened clothing. Could Kelek be the other Returned? Yet the same thing had happened in the lynch of Friend Darb. Four men had been choked by Awakened clothing, and yet Darb had been an ordinary villager in the end. Could the Returned be hoping that the incident of Friend Darb would prevent the villagers from suspecting Kelek? Or was Kelek another victim of circumstance? And he could not discount the fact that for two nights now, there had been no Drab deaths. Two villagers had had their Breath stolen two nights in a row, yet there had been no Drab deaths the following night. He supposed that the lottery would have granted them Breath, but two nights in a row? Could there be yet another newly Returned such as Rox? He wondered whether he had it in him to accuse yet another. Another possible innocent. He had Alex’s blood on his hands. Could he cause another death? He cursed again. He was a Healer. A Healer. Yet. Something had to be done to prevent more deaths. He would give Kelek (Sheep) the benefit of the doubt, but if need be, he would lead the vote. He grabbed a low hanging branch, pulling himself up from his grassy seat. Having decided, he felt more at peace with himself, even though guilt still gnawed at him. It was time to head back into the village. Then he heard it. A scream from the direction of the village. He gritted his teeth. Another rabbit kill. Curse those Returned. Curse them. He slung his pack over his shoulder and made to run in the direction of the scream. A snuffling. Tiny footsteps. He stopped short, then sighed and relaxed, turning to look into the eyes of death. Two small red eyes stared up at him, shining with malevolence. The Healer reached into his pocket, bringing out a small spray of powder, then sighed and put it back. Why me? There was no overpowering a Lifeless, even one as small as a rabbit. He closed his eyes, and something whooshed past him. Snapping his eyes open, he saw a hulking figure holding the violently struggling rabbit by the scruff of its neck, oblivious to the scratches and bites the rabbit was trying to give. With an easy motion, the figure swung， and the rabbit’s form was silhouetted against the moon as it flew over the forest into nowhere. The figure turned, and the Healer saw who had saved him. A Lifeless. Someone had sent one to protect him. But who? Murmuring his thanks, he allowed himself to be led back to the village. EDIT: can my savior please PM me?

I think currently we have a "You speak first? I speak first?" situation going on here. Everyone's waiting for anyone else to speak up. Right. I'm no good at analyzing, this task I leave to Meta or Luckat (Definitely a fan of keeping them alive for now). However, I do hope that the inactives will start speaking up. @The Only Alex, @Daniyah, @Assassin in Burgundy, @Master Elodin, @AliasSheep @Straw. Anyone else I'm missing? Could one of the lurkers be an eliminator staying under the radar? I don't know. Can the lurkers please speak up? Anything? It's been long enough that you should be a little familiar with how it works. Just throw out your thoughts and stuff. As of now, the remaining players are 1. Luckat 2. Assassin in Burgundy 3. Magestar 4.The only Alex 5. Master Elodin 6. AliasSheep 7.Straw 8. Daniyah 9. Frozen Mint 10. Doctor12 11. Bard 12. Metacognition. Now, Luckat and Meta I'm inclined not to lynch first, for reasons I've already explained. They get us to talk, and we need that discussion. Mage was encouraging us all to switch our votes to Lopen last cycle, which also makes me inclined to clear him partially. I am unsure about Frozen, and due to my scan on Bard I am inclined to trust him. Currently, currently, I am going to poke vote an inactive, The only Alex. He jumped in last night saying he knew Lopen was returned, after saying nothing for the last few cycles. I'm not saying I accuse him of eliminator, but I would like an explanation for the sudden action, and hopefully more participation. EDIT: Also, Breath was stolen last night. Can the person who's Breath was stolen speak up?

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I wanted to vote Lopen last cycle, if you guys remember, but switched to Echtelion due to the agreement that we would switch our votes to whomever was leading the lynch. So yeah, I'm going with Lopen for this cycle again. I'm afraid I still don't really have a solid read on anyone, and I'm trusting Luckat on this one. That said, I'm also kind of worried how quickly a bandwagon can start. I realize, of course, that right now I'm jumping on one myself. It's honestly not a good feeling, trusting the analysis of someone else, and watching how quickly the votes pile up. You realize the Eliminators wouldn't even have to vote manipulate this time round? If there are four eliminators, one of them could easily make an accusation of a villager, and the other three come forward agreeing with it, four people is more than enough to hold a majority vote, causing all other villagers to switch their votes in the end. This method of defying vote manipulation could very well make the eliminators laugh and dispense with vote manipulation entirely, seeing as how they could just manipulate votes right here on the thread. I confess I don't know how to overcome this problem. We'll see if Lopen really is an eliminator by today. EDIT: Conquestor, can you go into detail about why you roleblocked Frozen? EDIT 2: I wish to put forth the opinion that Meta and Luckat be left alive for the time being. They are the ones doing heavy analyzing, and even if their analysis are biased, I have to point out that they are conversation starters, they encourage discussion. As Meta pointed out, I suspect that was why Paranoid King was targeted. We can never have enough discussion here, and I for one will continue to be interested in what they have to say. If they are eliminators, then eventually one of them almost certainly will accuse one villager too many and bring themselves down. That's my two cents down.