Mint Heron

"Life, from what I've seen, is inherently unfair. And Ialai is right, if you spend enough time with her, you would find her pleasant. In relation to a chull. With the small addition of her not having said anything at all. " With that, I decided to make a strategic retreat before the Sadeas's killed me right then and there.

I smiled slyly. "I wasn't given it. I took it from a poor fool, a long time ago. You should have seen his face when I took it! Although, I believe he would be impressed what I've done with it. Just look at Sadeas's face! That shade of red is truly awe-inspiring."

I stepped into the conversation, hoping to be helpful. "And what if I burn down the bridge? How big is the bridge? Is there enough room for me to lie on it? I mean they can always send a bit of decency over the bridge, I know for a fact Sadeas would benefit from a bit of that. So maybe I would wait to burn down the bridge until after Sadeas has achieved a bit of dignity." I stopped to consider for a moment. "Actually, that wasn't fair to Sadeas. He has no dignity and will never be able to get any. Otherwise he wouldn't try so hard to look like a parrot."

"I am feeling as though no one wants my Wit. If I don't get to talk to someone, then what's the point of being here? What are you doing here, Thaidakar? I've heard the King is fairly interested in what you have to say."

I noticed several individuals still had not made their grand entrance, including @SE_Renarin_Kholin, @SE_Dalinar_Kholin, @SE_Restares, @SE_Kelek, and I was not sure if @SE_Thaidakar had shown up. People were still distinctly going out of his way to avoid him, and Adolin- that boy- was trying to flirt with one of the parsh. Nothing could stop that man. I stayed within earshot of the Sadeas couple of course. If I didn't stay within earshot, then I would miss any perfect opportunities to insult them. I also kept an eye on the Parshendi, who for some reason I expected to make some sort of move.

Following the orders of Gavilar- since there was absolutely nothing I enjoyed more than annoying Sadeas- I followed the three brightlords. The odd thing about the night was how many important individuals were walking around that most of the Alethi elite didn't even realize were there. A handful of heralds, at least one spren, and a shin servant to the parshendi. Today truly was an odd day, and my senses told me to keep my Wit about me. Tensions were unusually high for a feast of all things. This was supposed to be a celebration of the treaty. Odd that no one was really paying attention to the parshendi, who seemed content to mainly mingle with themselves. Following Ialai Sadeas, who occasionally sent chilling glares back his way, I happened to pass where I had noticed the inkspren. "You know, you really should just bond someone already. Being mostly in the physical realm without a bond can be fairly dangerous for a spren like you." I smiled, and walked off before the spren could react, and proceeded to jump into an argument about Jasnah's heresy. "I'll be frank, I don't blame Jasnah at all. From my experience, religion just gets you in trouble. Both being worshipped and worshipping are highly overrated. It can drive a man insane." I grinned at my own wit. "Now, there are a few people I enjoy talking to who have not appeared as of yet, such as the young @SE_Renarin_Kholin. I hope those individuals will make themselves known unto us so I can point out how silly their fashion choices are." I surreptitiously glanced at Ialai's outfit.

I glared at the party guests. Whenever I walked over to one side of the room, everyone fled to the other side. How in the world was I supposed to spread my Wit if everyone just kept avoiding me? The parshendi didn't even react to my insults. They just sort of stood there and walked away with their drums. Clearly, in order to subject these party guests to my wit, I, the King's Wit, would need to keep them from fleeing. A witty trap of some sort. And so I began to hunt for something better than the lesser lighteyes with so little to poke fun at.

I looked at Sadeas with a truly wounded expression. "Once again, you fail to see that I am not a King's Fool, nor a King's Idiot. If you throw me out and don't even bother to kill me, the king will be left witless! A man, especially a king, without a Wit could get in serious trouble. And if there is one thing we can agree on, my dear Sadeas, is how little we want Gavilar in trouble." I stood in shock, my wit temporarily abandoning me. "My king, I would never get drunk when I'm working! And I haven't even made any jokes to Sadeas about his intellect. I've been deliberately holding back. But if you truly wish to be without Wit tonight, I shall oblige. Even if the aforementioned senses are telling me that tonight is a night where the King will certainly need his Wit." Feeling slightly wounded- Gavilar had never acted so harsh with me before!- I wandered off to pursue some of the less important individuals. And indeed, something felt off to me. It was like a scent on the air, which was why I was so eloquent upon the odors of nobles this night. Noticing the curious young Parshendi again, I began to wonder how the parshendi would react to my Wit. Pleased with my idea, I headed off to make good on my name.

"Ah, my two favorite people in the entire court! I complimented the King on his scent earlier, but I find your odor far more offensive than even poor Dalinar's typical aroma." I glanced over in the direction where I presumed the highprince would be. Not that he didn't have his reasons. "Anyway, Amaram, how does your cheek feel? I heard it got awful red after the last time Jasnah talked to you, although I wasn't entirely able to determine whether that was due to embarrassment or her slapping you."

I passed by the young Parshendi woman, and leaned over. "Make sure you don't gawk at Sadeas. He might get the wrong idea, and frankly that would be awful." Next, I walked up to the prince. "Elhokar! Good to see you! Watch out for that onomatopoeia, it'll chomp you in the back eventually. Now, does anyone know where Sadeas is?"

I frowned. "My dear liege lord, this is why you have me, because I was in fact complimenting you. It is truly rare to stink of responsibility as much as you do. In fact by that logic, I was insulting my own wit, for if I have no sense of responsibility, then how am I to remain responsible for insulting all who deserve the sharpness of my tongue?"

Ah yes, proof once again that the smelly nobles find their way to the smelliest of the lot. I have observed that it is human behavior to gravitate towards those individuals who can obscure their own faults. The sad thing is, by sheer association with such a odoriferous individual such as yourself, none of the underlings can smell any of the others, and since the most malodorous person tends to end up in charge, that insulting scent ends up being considered a good thing. I of course have never let any sort of scent spread to me. If I whiffed of anything more than wit, people would expect more of me.

Well, it appears all of you are ugly, smelly, and unrefined. When a chull smells better than this lot, you know there is a serious issue.

I'm going to do the same tomorrow. If we lynch Kangaroo and the game still doesn't end, Zebra probably isn't the last remaining Sympathiser, because of the timing of his vote on Albatross. On Day Ten, he was the third person to vote on Albatross, adding momentum to the Albatross lynch, when he just as easily could’ve suggested that we stick to a safe lynch. It’s possible that this was a bus, but that would’ve ended with him being the sole unknown evil player, so it doesn't seem likely.

That could explain why you never contested any lynch after Day Seven. I was especially worried on the last Turn, because there were only three votes on Mouse, and if three of you had been alive you could have tied the vote with a 50% chance of a village death. Meh. I'd consider letting you win, but I really like the idea of being the first village to win an AG - Standing outside in the back garden, Larsah gazed wistfully at the three full moons hanging low in the sky. Salas, Nomon, and Mishim. At any other time, their appearance would be heralding the Lunar Festival, where the entirety of Rennan came alive for a night. She could see it in her mind’s eye: children running from house to house paying respects to their elders, red lanterns with infused spheres placed inside to make them glow hanging from each house, minstrels re-enacting out old stories on a stage. And, of course, there was the food. Every year, Mum would get busy making the traditional kueh dadar to set outside the door for all the visiting children, and Larsah would get busy going from house to house paying respects and eating the kuih other families set out. This year, however, when Larsah had pointed out the three full moons, Mum had only shook her head. “Not now,” she’d said. “I don’t want you out on the streets as long as those mobs are out there.” It’s not fair, she thought. Intellectually, of course, Larsah knew that it was dangerous outside -- Mum’s whispered arguments with Dad were louder than they thought -- but the injustice of it all rankled. First they were keeping her locked up in the house, and now this? Mishim twinkled in the sky at her, bathing the world in its light. A little beyond that lay the reddish cluster of stars that was the Scar, the tip of which pointed off towards the East. Theoretically, if she followed it, she could go all the way to Kholinar. Theoretically. Kholinar was far away, and she wasn’t sure she could walk that far, even if Uncle Kharsis had done it. He appeared in the backyard, almost as if thinking of him had summoned him. “What’re you doing?” Uncle Kharsis asked. “Uh, nothing really,” Larsah said. “Just thinking.” He nodded. For awhile, they stood there in silence. Then, looking at the night sky, he said, “If the moons are full, around this time of the year... shouldn’t we be having the Lunar Festival around now, something where all the kids run around greeting the adults and eating the kueh everyone sets out? Or do you not do that anymore?” “No,” Larsah said sadly. “We should be having the Lunar Festival, but Mum and Dad say that we can’t because of what’s happening in town.” They hadn’t specified what, exactly, was happening in town, but Larsah wasn’t stupid. She’d heard enough to get an idea. Whatever it was, it was dangerous, and a lot of their neighbours were involved, and it had something to do with evil people called Sympathisers. Uncle Kharsis was involved, too. She’d heard Helina mention his name angrily when she’d thought Larsah wasn’t listening. “That’s a shame,” Kharsis said. “Out of all the places I’ve been to, Rennan’s the only place that makes kueh dadar. I’ve asked around, too.” He sighed. “Some other towns make kueh, but not our type. Not kueh dadar.” Standing there in the moonlight, he looked so old. Thinking about the past, maybe? Would Larsah look like that too, someday, when she was a grownup and returning home? “Me too,” Larsah said. “Although...maybe I can get Mum to cook some?” She paused, and added, “I know we’re not supposed to eat our own stuff, but I’m not allowed out on the streets...” “Sounds good to me,” Uncle Kharsis said. “Let’s go in.” - In the end, Mum agreed to make some kueh, as long as Larsah didn’t scarf down so many that she threw up afterwards. Larsah’s cheeks blazed pink. “I was five! It’s not like I’ve done it since!” - Larsah opened the door and set out a plate of piping hot kueh dadar. She hung a red lantern outside, bright and proud against the dark street. Then, she closed the door. “Who’s ready to eat?” Mum asked. “Me!” Larsah called. She rushed back inside and inspected the kueh critically. The smell of the green rolls was enough to make her mouth water. She picked up a piece and shoved it all into her mouth, listening to the filling crunch in her mouth. “Mmm, you made them extra good this year, Mum.” “Don’t talk while you eat,” Mum chided. Dad broke out the wine, some purple-coloured variety, and soon it was freely flowing among everyone. Mum let Larsah try a sip, in between mouthfuls of kueh. As she ate, she bounced Adani on her lap and listened to Uncle Kharsis talk more about the temples in Kholinar, and an ardent he’d befriended there who specialised in dueling. One time, he said, someone had challenged the ardent to a duel over an insult. It had not ended well for the challenger. They talked and ate and laughed their way long into the night, until finally the plates of kueh dadar were completely emptied and their bellies were too full to eat any more. It was, Larsah thought, a fitting way to celebrate the Lunar Festival. - Dedicated to the Sympathisers, alive and dead. Larsah's left a plate of kueh outside, just for you. (Who else would be roaming the streets at night, really?) You deserve it

Mouse, before I forget.

I'll switch my vote if needed, but right now I'm most concerned by why @Mauve Crocodile hasn't responded despite being online recently.

@Mauve Crocodile, I have two questions for you. 1. While you haven't been posting a lot, it seems like you check in multiple times a Cycle based off of your posting patterns. During Day Ten, after you stated the urgency of not splitting the vote, why didn't you respond to the swing onto the Albatross lynch? 2. You've claimed to be a Windrunner. Can you list out who you've protected, starting from the beginning of the game? Crocodile, as incentive for you to answer, I'm going to leave my vote on you. Point two seems pretty convincing. Not much reason for a Sympathiser to try to get votes onto a player if the other teammates seem to be doing their best to keep him alive. Moving onto something completely unrelated, I don't agree that waiting for the Sympathisers to make their kills will give us substantially more information. For one thing, there are three of them left, and as of now there are two trusted players who seem to be doing the bulk of the discussion (Ostrich and I). While we go through the easy lynches, the Sympathisers could kill us without narrowing down the pool of suspicious players down at all. To be frank, I'm not sure that if that happened, the village would actually do anything. I think it'll be more useful to pump out as much discussion as we can today, because all we have to do to win this game is catch the last Sympathiser (and pray that no vote shenanigans or Mistborn kills happen). We can't do that if we decide early on that we're sticking to a Mouse or Kangaroo lynch. Now, if we don't get enough discussion to feel confident about an alternate lynch, we can always fall back on a Mouse or Kangaroo lynch, but we lose a lot of potential information if we decide at the beginning to have a Mouse or Kangaroo lynch. Editing this in, so I don't double-post: via Imgflip Meme Generator You too, Sympathisers Tell you what, if you decide that Odium is too harsh of a taskmaster, you can always join the village. We have free food and everything. What more could you want?

@Orlok Tsubodai, will the game be called if it is impossible for a side to meet their win conditions, even if the other side has not already won yet? Edited in to avoid double-posting: Ostrich, mind letting us see what your analysis of Chameleon said? When I was rereading the thread, I noticed a post from Chameleon on Day Seven, where he said that he did not want to lynch Mouse. In fact, he equated a possible elim!Mouse lynch on Day Eight with the Weasel lynches on Days Five and Six, which is rather strange reasoning, considering that one, Mouse did not get lynched and survived, and two, spending two lynches to kill a Sympathiser is much better than spending two lynches killing an inactive villager. Another thing I noticed is that in his read lists, Mouse said he had a village read on Chameleon, while every other known elim was left off of his readlists until later. I'm not sure if this would be a point for or against Chameleon, just that it's worth noting.

Laying out all of the assumptions made here: [ASSUMPTION 1]: The way the Sympathisers act reflects how confident they are in their victory. [COROLLARY 1a]: Because the known Sympathisers are trolling now, they think they will win. [ASSUMPTION 2]: The Sympathisers are confident because of their roles, not because they think we can't find the last Sympathiser. [ASSUMPTION 3]: The Sympathisers will go to more effort to save important roles from dying. [COROLLARY 3a]: M'Hael has an important role. [COROLLARY 3b]: M'Hael was in risk of dying and therefore not an Elsecaller. [COROLLARY 3c]: The Sympathisers didn't care about Albatross and Elephant. Are you happy now, M'Hael? I was going to spend today relaxing.

Sorry not sorry If you want to copy me, you gotta do it right. Edit: y u no color properly???

http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/66156-ag4an1-night-10-the-gallows/?do=findComment&comment=674703 FTFW Logic is actually my weakest subject; one time my logic prof told me that if I was up for the TA scheme, he wanted me to sit in the corner and leave the students alone so I wouldn't screw up their learning :S

Ah. Thanks M'Hael. That's what happens when I don't think about what I type. #noedits!Kas #sleepdeprivation #sleepisgod #don'tbelikeme It would help if you didn't actively accuse people you don't want to lynch >> Chinese New Year is coming up on the 16th, so I'll probably be less active around then (probably from the 15th to the 17th). Sorry guys, but you should be able to handle things if you all actually speak I'll do a lot of things for SE, but skipping CNY ain't one of 'em.

Yes, obviously the player who first brought lynch-worthy attention to one Sympathiser in a drawn-out back-and-forth (Mouse), voted on him again the next day, forcing two Sympathisers to reveal themselves to save him (Kangaroo and Elephant), and led a lynch on another Sympathiser (Albatross), must be a Sympathiser. It makes so much sense, doesn't it? I know I retracted from Albatross last cycle, but I would've been pretty bloody stupid to start a bus on a teammate and leap off at the end, if I was a Sympathiser who wanted to gain trust. Besides, at this point in the game, the Sympathisers only need one village mislynch to win. Why bother gaining trust to aid me in winning later when I could have led a lynch on a villager and won now instead? Had there been six Sympathisers, the game would have ended after Night Eight. While the village must kill all of the Sympathisers to win, they have to outnumber the village. Evil players usually consist of either 1/5 or the square root of all the players in the game. 1/5 of 30 is 6, and the square root of 30 is about 5.477, which means that if this game was balanced, there would be either five or six evil players. On Night Eight, there were twelve living players. That means the village to Sympathiser ratio was either 7:5 or 6:6. A kill went through that Night, putting our numbers at either 6:5 or 5:6. Had there been five villagers and six Sympathisers, the game would have ended after Night Eight, because they would have reached their win con. The game is obviously still running. Therefore, there must only be five Sympathisers. If you are still sceptical of my math, or somehow suspect that I am manipulating the numbers for some nefarious purpose, I invite you to track the numbers yourself, starting from the beginning of the game. You'll get to the exact same conclusion.

We should be at 5:3 right now. If there were six villagers, the game would have ended after Night Eight. I'm not so sure that Crocodile must be the remaining unknown Sympathiser, but it's looking that way.