Azure Mouse

I did not. WPGUJQHFVHIYYG (my defense against Malibu) --- Fumesh felt the little furball in his pocket tremble. He could sympathize; the air was heavy with the promise of a coming storm. "Fear not, little animal," he whispered to it. "You will be safe here. Surely you have survived storms before?" The animal seemed somewhat comforted by his tone, but still seemed rather nervous. Fumesh fed it a few crumbs, and it nibbled away at them happily. That seemed to be mainly what it wanted, food. So far it had eaten everything he had given it- though, to be fair, he hadn't given it very much. There was only so much food they had been able to take when they fled. Some of the others looked at Fumesh a little strangely when they saw him talking to himself. He had ignored their stares. Keeping an animal was a normal thing to do. He was certain of it.

Fumesh watched the flames flicker fiercely. Puff, puff, puff, rose the smoke. Curling and twisting. Rising and listing. Softly whispering. Tonight, the highstorm would come and wash it away. The smoke would join the winds, becoming a part of the storm. A sort of Soulcasting. Like fire, turning wood and flesh to smoke. Alluring, dangerous smoke. What would it be like, he wondered, to ride the storm like it could? He became aware of someone nudging him, telling him to snap out of it. Telling him to hurry up, or be left behind. With some reluctance, he followed. As the group moved on, he shot one last glance back at the smoke rising gently into the wind. Not yet, he thought. Not yet. --- Later that day, Fumesh felt a... something, nudging his foot. He looked down. A small furry creature looked back at him. He looked at it for a minute, until it went back to nibbling on the small morsel of food it had found in his pocket. Your name is Zure, thought Fumesh. It wasn't a decision, but rather a realization. How strange. Perhaps the smoke had sent it. When the time came to resume walking, he scooped up the creature in one of his pockets, where it almost immediately fell asleep. Good night, Zure, thought Fumesh.

Hmm. Is this a WGG? Warform protects against the exe as well as the kill. Assuming e!Rhino, wouldn't it make more sense to not do a WGG? That way you get to take a shot at a different villager and you leave your teammate one life up. If the village exes e!Rhino, you have about as good a chance that the suspicions will be allayed as by using a WGG. They might not be great chances, but by avoiding the WGG you get an extra shot and the village wastes a exe. And, on the off chance that Rhino isn't exed, you get the best of both worlds. I will instead vote for Tuatara. Their post on D1 doesn't read like a player not understanding the rules; it reads like someone deliberately giving bad advice, potentially in order to confuse the village.

Hello, all! I haven't been keeping up with the game so far, but I have gone back and skimmed. As it stands, I have a elim read on Rhino and Tuatara for what happened D1. I'm also getting an elimmy vibe from Rhino's posts, but that's really just a gut read. Well, I don't think that Steel would have put it in if some part of him didn't want to see it used. And, to be honest, if the elims had left a Odious gemstone sitting in Mouse's inventory... I would have been tempted. But they didn't, so I think they might be foregoing that option this game. And even if they did, I think I would forgo attuning it. The village needs all the help it can get. I did receive a singular PM, although it does not state the date when it was created.

Salutations. I wish to inform you all that I will be winning this game. One way or another. *raises hand* Present. Assuming the Elims are winning at that point of course. Seeing as how I'm still village for the moment, Cream is the most suspicious to me. That analysis was just completely full of bad advice. Almost seems TWTBAW, but its enough to provoke a D1 vote from me. I had many questions about the ruleset that were going to make this post much longer, but they've all been asked and answered already, so thats it for me.

DIE NACHT DER APOKALYPSE Night fell. On Roshar, the wind rose in the Frostlands. With it came a terrible groan as the ground trembled. Eight had come to Roshar and three remained, at the end of an entire world. There would be no more highstorms, after this night. Ever. No more Alethi wars, no more Azish examinations. No more, no more. Only the void. Only nothingness. Silence. Fissures ripped through the Shattered Plains and kept going. Ruin was preparing to kill a world. - Death is before me today: like the recovery of a sick man, like going forth into a garden after sickness. - On Scadrial, two men were playing a game of chess. "Check," said one of them. "And mate." Kaddar tipped over his king, and gave the other a look of wary respect. "Well played," he said. "It's interesting to be out-thought like this." "It's been a pleasure," said the other. "Indeed it has," said Kaddar. "Perhaps we'll play some other time. I understand there's a lot going on on Scadrial tonight." He picked up the ash spear leaning by the side of the table. "And I've never been very good at staying out of these affairs." He turned to leave, and then paused. "By the way, did you know I once counselled a king?" he winked. One of two birds - ravens, it seemed - swooped overhead on glossy-night wings. "And I've always enjoyed troubling the Alethi with riddles. You may want to look elsewhere for your counsellor of kings." - Death is before me today: like the odor of myrrh, like sitting under a sail in a good wind. - Tenth of the Dusk sat on the ledge and kept on honing his knife. He had made a promise. To find the one who had killed the worldhopper known as the Penguin. He had promised vengeance, because that was the one thing Tenth could manage. Finding and tracking a killer was no different from tracking his quarry, and Tenth had taken many a contract that had expected him to find a thief or a killer or a traitor. And then there were the Ghostbloods. Of course it would be the Ghostbloods. Enoras held Odium. Enoras had worked for Odium. Tenth supposed he should not have been all that surprised. The Ghostbloods seemed to get involved in almost everything, lately. And there had been those quiet moments of conversation with Sir Brockett and Sophos about Enoras: whether he could be trusted, and part of Tenth, the part he'd learned to listen to after almost a decade surviving on Patji, had not liked how many strange things came up around Enoras. The convenience of having protected Sir Brockett, the claims that didn't make sense, and even the way they'd held back despite calling for Konion's blood early on in the voting. Now, it would end tonight. In a way, Tenth supposed he was relieved. His conversations with the worldhopper known by the codename of Vulture had left him feeling uneasy. The plan had called for the deaths of Vulture, Weasel, and Chameleon. Tenth had been strangely reluctant to kill Vulture: the man had seemed genuine, Tenth supposed, if very much out of the loop. He was out of poison vials, but Tenth did not expect that to matter. He was no stranger to killing, or to seemingly-hopeless tasks like killing the last vessel of the Shard of Hatred. - Death is before me today: like the course of a stream; like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. - "Make it count," Eris said. The smooth metallic spike felt unusually heavy in Tenth's hand. He hefted it. No grip. He'd have to improvise one himself, just in case he slipped. A strange weapon with which to kill, but he supposed one Shard would know how to kill another. Odium had to die. This had to end today. Too many worlds. Too many lives. Kaikoa crooned into his ear, and Tenth reached up to ruffle her feathers with his free hand. Even now: even broken and diminished, Valor was the steel in his spine, the strength in his arm, and the fire in his blood. He'd thought to give up the Shard, but had not been able to find the time. Khas had spoken, once, about the importance of when. And right now, right here, where and when had interlocked, creating a small window of opportunity. It was the killing time. - Death is before me today: like the home that a man longs to see, after years spent as a captive. - Night fell on Scadrial, and a good man prepared to kill, and a good man prepared to die. ("The Father is merciful," he whispered. Death came swift, on the rustle of gentle wings.) - “In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.” –Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay [OOC: An edited excerpt from the orders I sent in to Wilson and El. I apologise for some of the liberties I've taken and I deliberately left out the bits that made certain assumptions about what was going on in order not to hamstring others in RP I've been RPing my orders most of the time (except for some tiring days) and this one is moderately okay, if a bit long. 1k words thereabouts. I get carried away sometimes >> The death poem comes from Sandman - it's a specific translation of "Dispute between a man and his Ba." ]

[OOC: Yes.]

[OOC: Claincy deciding to enrage Wilson and Orlok in one fell swoop? I can see that. Did something awkward this game, eh? I know how it feels.... ]

[OOC: I say we use a roleblocker to keep the Elims locked down and then basically hop to each world to have a 200k + party doc >gets modkilled]

[OOC: I am a neutral in this, you know >> You're the one picking a fight with the Bloodthirsty Goddess.]

[OOC: You started this, Claincy. You can finish it. I'm just watching. The Wyrm Inquisition isn't taking sides in this. Oh yeah, if it's not clear, since it's the last cycle, I'm Wyrm. My position is the Inquisition's >>]

[OOC: Sapphire Elephant confirmed as Claincy Nice work. Even fooled me.]

Can confirm. I don't normally pay attention to tags immediately.

[OOC: sorry im late checked out of the game tbh and my artistic skills are awful but i bestow upon u all a glorious meme: ]

DIE NACHT DER APOKALYPSE The final night. The night to end all nights. Tenth imagined soaring with Kaikoa, gazing upon the dying throes of a doomed world. Roshar. Scadrial was crowded, this night. People who'd fled Roshar. Three of Eight, with one gone elsewhere. He thought briefly of the worldhopper who went by the name of Amber Vulture, and wished him well. Wished that he would strike fast, and true. Tenth had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "I'm always willing to give second and third chances," a goddess had said, on Sel. Lifetimes ago, and worlds away now. (A different life. He'd been a different man then. A callow boy, barely a man, run away from a monastery and deeply in love with life.) Lifetimes flickered behind his eyes and he wished they would go away. Worse than a Forger's Essence Mark. Past histories, lives remembered. He'd grown up on First of the Sun. He'd dedicated his life to Patji. "The Father is merciful," intoned Third of the Sky. "If you screw up, you will die swiftly." He'd walked away. Betrayed his calling. Worked for the Ghostbloods. And now they wanted Kaddar the Alethi, and Tenth couldn't puzzle out why at all. (A flicker and he was Kaddar, having the blood of a good man on his hands. He was Kaddar, backing down before a goddess's frustration and he drew in a long shaky breath as he realised how close to disaster his distrust had drawn them all.) Scadrial was packed with refugees but it was so quiet. As if the very night was holding its breath. As if the world knew that the Cosmere would be forever changed by what was happening this night. Had he known, leaving the Father, that his life would take the turns it had? When had it all happened? Tenth of the Dusk closed his eyes and breathed. And waited for the end of all things to come.

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ you called i came

Still not showing, unless my mobile borked this time. But if this works on your behalf: If wrong person, then apologies to Bard, mea culpa Edit: Nope. Not working for me either.

[OOC: Go ahead and vote Wilson out. I don't mind the entertainment.]

[OOC: Octopus Opal Lion In honour of Great Lord Gamma of House Urbain. ....................................... ..............................................Fierfek, Wilson will kill me if the cycle doesn't end the game. *sigh* No chaos today, I guess. Opal Lion Octopus. Sorry, Wilson scares me more ]

ROSHAR, EIN TAG VOR DER APOKALYPSE Eight had come to Roshar, seeking the highstorms. Or seeking company. Tenth of the Dusk had left the devastation of Shadesmar behind, on the trail of the elusive Alethi lighteyed man known as Kaddar. Roshar, according to what Tenth knew, had been Kaddar's homeworld, but taking on the guise of a lighteyed soldier and infiltrating Highprince Dalinar's warcamp had not brought answers. Clues as to who Kaddar was, what he was doing. Where he was going. Being a bounty hunter was an art, in the way Forgery was. You had to understand your quarry's history, their roots, to grasp their motivations. Wounded animals fled to somewhere safe. Skewhounds retreated to their dens to lick their wounds. You learned about your rivals, in the Pantheon. About the various creatures on your island, their moods, their habits. Tenth had hunted a criminal once, on Scadrial, and had found him in the ruins of his childhood home. Home. It had a strange effect on the mind. But all Tenth gleaned on Roshar had been little, scraps. Kaddar may as well have been a ghost. A grizzled spearman among the darkeyes mentioned off-handedly that Kaddar had dealings with the Ghostbloods previously. That itself stood to reason, Tenth supposed. You didn't come to the Ghostbloods notice one way or another, without having been drawn into their web of schemes. Another remembered that Highprince Dalinar had a Wit, once, a one-eyed spearman with a sharp tongue and two chickens. (A Rosharan limitation, Tenth thought.) A fondness for riddles, said another. An old sergeant recalled that the Wit had fought on the battle-lines, had held at the spear-clash with the others, had found the other highprinces' spies. "The Reunification War," said a brightness, in the colours of another highprince. "He was great, then." Greatness, thought Tenth, and shrugged. Dalinar had a reputation. The once-Wit had left, and no one seemed to know why. Kaddar, by repute, was a renowned meddler, and yet Tenth had not found him at all. Not in this game of shards and conspiracies and Odium's agents. The others came. Eight had come to Roshar, and Tenth found himself juggling both the issue of Kaddar and of Odium and his champions. Eight had come to Roshar, and seven had left. (Or were supposed to leave: Ruin remained, and so did two. Ruin remained on the stricken, doomed world.) A small price to pay for salvation, Tenth thought, but he wasn't sure he believed it. He shouldered his trapper's backpack and continued on his way.

[OOC: So, theory from the Scadrial doc (woooh we have a lot of people on metal rave world this cycle!!!!!) So we all know that El attacked Wilson with glitterbombs. So they're kinda sparkly like stars, right? And then they exploded, so the stars kind of 'bled.' What I'm getting at guys, is this is really obvious now! This game, AG7, is AZOR AHAI. This is the GAME THAT WAS PROMISED, born under a 'bleeding star', as El struck Wilson. It was born amidst salt and the smoke of a thousand roleclaims. It awoke drama from stone. It is the Game That was Promised, and to it belongs the song of ice and fire. AZOR AHAI CONFIRMED NOTHING YOU CAN SAY WILL DISSUADE ME 20/10 the GOT ending we deserved smdh apologies to anyone who never watched GOT you didn't miss out]

[OOC: Or beardnuts. She had the temerity to blame me for it. I didn't start it! I was just being an obliging GM and fulfilling your desires ]

[OOC: No worries, RL happens to us all. Thank you for clarifying this!]

[OOC: Apologies, but just to confirm - not on Cycle 3? Not at all? Because if this is true it changes our calculus a bit. And thank you for the reply, either way Edited to add: To be clear, we've been proceeding under the assumption someone attacked you on C3. Night 3, in fact. And now it seems this isn't the case after all. But then we have a mysterious kill to make sense of...]

[OOC: Yes, well, I'm kind of stewing in too much self-hate right now to do this right. Anyway, did you get attacked C3? Thoughts on the game-state? ]