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  1. Mauve Crocodile
    I don’t have a ton of time right now, but I think it’s worth mentioning that attacks don’t necessarily have to be group actions to succeed. I killed Aesudan twice, and didn’t work with anything except 40% attack odds, and a single Charm action. So while it’s unlikely, attack’s can still be solo vigilante kills. Setting that aside, I’m unsure as to which people that are still alive that could possibly be trying to cause a Desolation. The Heralds are a possibility, but they don’t really seem that suspicious, other than a weird feeling I’ve been getting about Kelek the entire game. Tearim could be, as a Son of Honour, but I’d rather hear more from him before making an accusation. (Same goes for Klade as a Parshendi.) I don’t really see any other figure that’s still alive as having Desolation-wanting motives.
  2. Mauve Crocodile
    Ah, yes! Much better choice, really. Though I wonder if the devotaries will support her ascension to the throne, given her status as a heretic and apparently a Radiant. If I wasn’t busy fighting for my life right now, why, I’d be wondering if any of Alethkar’s institutions will survive tonight. But I’m almost sounding as though I want to be king! That is most assuredly not the case. Hail Queen Jasnah. May your reign be long and prosperous (or at least more long and prosperous than Elhokar’s).
  3. Mauve Crocodile
    So...I guess I’m king? That job has a pretty low survival rate. I think I’mma just stand...over here...Navani would make an excellent Queen, right? I mean, what could possibly go wrong if she took the crown? Totally not trying to deflect the rampant regicide. Nope, not me. Anyway...yeah, see everyone later. If you’re still alive. If I’m still alive. If the Desolation doesn’t come. Lots of “if”s there. Somehow, not liking my chances of survival. Anyway...I have...important business to attend to. Bye!
  4. Mauve Crocodile
    Currently living players, and my thoughts on each: Myself—I fully trust myself. Elhokar—Says he has the wincon to help stop the Desolation. I might even believe him, at that. I have no reason to suspect him. Jasnah— Seemed to help out Aesudan fairly often. Other than that, not much else to note. Ivory—I’m not sure what he has to do with things, but I doubt killing him will stop a Desolation. Navani—Has been fairly quiet recently, and also is a part of the women’s circle that helped support Aesudan. Ialai—Seems trustworthy. I think helping her with getting her win condition is a good idea for anybody lost as to what they should do with their action. Liss—is an assassin, but seems to have honest (ish) motives. I don’t see how she could cause a Desolation. Wit—is being Wit. Not a suspect, but more of an annoying fly in need of swatting than a threat. Tearim—has been very quiet as of late. I’d like to hear more from him regarding his plans and goals, given that he wasn’t the greatest figure from the books. Beggar/His Excellency Jezrien—Seems to be taking the prevention of the Desolation seriously. One of my most trusted people right now, though his presence may signal the coming of the Desolation. Ash—Seems inactive. Kelek—Basically the same as Jezrien, maybe with a little less trust attached. Venli (Ostracised)—Fie upon her. Klade (I think?)(Is he even alive?)
  5. Mauve Crocodile
    It was redirected to Darkness, likely by Venli after their little feud. I likely should have kept my plans to kill closer to my chest, but I wanted to RP. Darkness only had three broams on his body, so he certainly wasn’t the culprit.
  6. Mauve Crocodile
    “FATHER!” Heads swivelled as Adolin’s piercing cry filled the corners of the hall. Dalinar lay facedown, his eyes closed in the peaceful sleep of death. “No, no. No. Nonononononono...” Dalinar was dead. His father, the mightiest man in Alethkar, dead. By the hand of...Adolin drew his sobbing together long enough to hear the Herald speak. What? One of the Parshendi? The one who had moments before accepted the unity of a new treaty? His rage burned hotter within him than he had ever felt it. Thrusting his hand to the side, his Shardblade appeared, pointed directly at the vile murderer. He addressed her, voice quivering with fury. “Mere ostracisation is too good for one such as you, Venli,” Adolin stated quietly. “No, you deserve to be personally slain by the one you have most wronged. And that is me.”
  7. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin gasped, taking in huge lungfuls of air. Distracted, he had spent most of the precious seconds when the Unmade had revealed itself sprinting across the length of the room; by the time he had arrived, the Heralds and the women had seemingly destroyed the creature, or trapped it. He glanced at the gemstone, which was pulsing black light, instead of the previous Violet. Adolin’s stomach turned, and he averted his eyes from the eerie unlight. Somebody needed to take that...thing and put it somewhere safe. Adolin’s mind turned to other concerns. The king was avenged, but the events his death had set in motion, culminating with the appearance of the Unmade, all pointed towards the coming of a final Desolation. Almighty send it be not so, Adolin begged. How in the Almighty’s tenth name did a mere feast set off a Desolation? I was going to dance with some of these Parshendi a few hours ago, and now their presence may have triggered the end of the world. He took a step forward, hesitantly addressing the Beggar, who was apparently a Herald. One I tried to kill, Adolin remembered, but pushed the thought from his head. “Begg—er—Jezrien—Mighty Herald—what do we have to do to stave off the Desolation, and the Voidbringers? My Calling is for military service. How may I serve your cause...Lord?”
  8. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin looked at Navani doubtfully. Give up my Shardblade? He looked down into his hand, where the Blade still rested; he had not yet dismissed it, as the quarrelling sounds of Jasnah and a hooded man who somehow had a Shardblade drifted over to him. However, that was far from the most important consideration. If what Aunt Navani said was true, they would need all the Shardbearers to unite almost immediately, and be willing to surrender their Blades. Somehow, Adolin found that implausible. “Aunt Navani, your plan is certainly an interesting one,” Adolin said. “Yet I do not believe that what you propose would work, simply due to lack of cooperation. Jasnah and the hooded Shardbearer are at each other’s throats, Dalinar is drunk enough that trying to take his Blade isn’t a good idea, and I think the servant girl would be hesitant to surrender her only edge over everyone else. At the most, you may get two Blades from myself and Tearim.” He paused. “However, if all of the Shardbearers went looking for the Unmade and contested it together with their Blades, then six Shardbearers would be a formidable enough force to distract any Unmade for a sufficient time to trap it.” Adolin frowned. “You are trapping it, yes? Regardless, I believe the individual Shardwielders working together will be more effective and mobile than a ram that is slow, lumbering, and unable to respond quickly if the Unmade moves suddenly. Besides, it’ll tear up the palace like nothing else will.”
  9. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin dropped to his knees. His cousin-in-law, who he often affectionately referred to as “Aunt” Aesudan, lay dead at his feet. Slain by his hand. The Shardblade his father had won for him in the war glistened with blood—black blood—before it slowly hissed off the blade, trailing tendrils of steam as it dissipated into the musty air of the palace. A truly insane night, Adolin thought, his head still spinning from his confrontation with Aesudan. That...creature...had not been his cousin’s wife. The black spikes and crystals jutting from Aesudan’s shoulders and head proved that much. Yet it had somehow killed his uncle and brother. And he had killed it, somehow. Storms! Adolin mused, frustrated. Is this all some sick joke? A dream? When will this carnage end? A more disturbing thought followed. Am I next? He certainly wasn’t the most popular, after his earlier, brash considerations to silence his father. Adolin winced again, remembering the beginning of the night, and resolving to put it far from his mind. He had more pressing matters to consider. Gavilar was dead. Aesudan, Renarin, several brightlords, all slain. Even servants would not escape the night’s carnage. Somehow, it had to end. Something was controlling this power that had driven Aesudan, and was now driving others as well. The black spikes were an unnatural blemish, but Adolin had no idea what manner of being could control them, or even what they were. He considered asking Jasnah, then remembered sourly that she had often participated in Aesudan’s plots. How could she be fully trusted any longer? Pivoting, Adolin approached Navani, who was weeping. “Aunt Navani,” he began, laying a hand softly on her shoulder. “Do you know anything about the evil that was controlling Aunt Aesudan?”
  10. Mauve Crocodile
    I would RP this cycle if I had a bit more time, but unfortunately the cycle is about to close, and I want to get at least one post in. My inthread activity has been fairly low, but I’ve been talking in docs, and I’ll reply to PMs if anyone wants a conversation with me. Most of the action, for good or for ill, seems to be happening there. I know people have been wondering about Elhokar’s wincon being to avenge Gavilar, and whether or not he may have been telling the truth. After a bit of consideration, I have decided to step forward and proclaim that I have the same win condition, and that I am looking for Gavilar’s killers. I mainly stayed quiet because I didn’t want to put a target on my back if Gavilar’s murderers were looking to stay hidden by eliminating those hunting them, but it is hopefully close enough to the end of the cycle that orders will be relatively cemented. Hopefully this will lend additional validity to Elhokar’s claim, and also encourage others who may be working towards the same end to step forward.
  11. Mauve Crocodile
    Incineration? Adolin trembled upon seeing the notice pinned to the door. Surely...surely the Heralds were not back? And if they were, why now, and why were they asking people to attack others at the party? Adolin wanted to find the killers of his brother and uncle more than anyone else, but the rage burning within him would not lead him to kill. Yet these “Heralds” would slaughter indiscriminately, only hoping that somebody survived, in order to accomplish their own twisted ends. Feeling a shudder run through him, he eyed one of the servant girls. It was unlikely, but again, anyone could be a Herald in disguise, or at least be pretending. “Ash,” Adolin began, the name feeling strange on his tongue. “What does any of this mean? Do you know what the Heralds are planning, or why they would promote such a twisted system over justice and order?” (Any @SE_Heralds will suffice to explain, really.)
  12. Mauve Crocodile
    I again apologise for my lack of activity—I hope to rectify this, and a large portion of my time has been freed, but getting in here with consistency may prove to be a greater challenge than I anticipated. Gavilar’s death is obviously not good, and finding his killer is likely a mandatory task, if only to avenge him. Personally, I’m leery of some of the alibis already presented, but I’ll take a closer look into them later. However, the motive for his death all seems to be tied to the black sphere, which I know next to nothing about. It seems that Gavilar had it, and as such I would advise that the current holder keep very quiet about it, to ensure their survival. As for what I was doing last cycle, I was item spying Dalinar. I won’t reveal the results needlessly, but if I’m accused for some reason I do know the name of one of the items he has, that I gleaned from the scan. RP later when I’m less tired, and more motivated. Sorry.
  13. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin sighed as he wept, pacing through the halls of the palace. He checked the time fabrial Aunt Navani had given him. Had it really only been six hours? The initial revelry, the plotting, the turning of opinion against him, and his triumphant return, to be greeted only by murder? Especially the murder of...Renarin. Raw emotions welled up in Adolin again, and he gained insight as to why his father drank. Oblivion was preferable to the searing agony lacing his insides. His brother, little Renarin, who Adolin had grown up with and mentored his entire life, now lay dead. And instead of kind words from the captain of the guard who had retrieved his brother’s body, an interrogation was given, as if he would kill his own brother! Adolin gritted his teeth. Nothing had happened yet except talk for the past hour; talk laced with deadly undertones. Composing what he hoped was a rigid expression, Adolin walked back to the group of Parshendi, head hung downwards. He would see if they could help him find his brother’s killer.
  14. Mauve Crocodile
    Accidentally action spied instead of item spying Dalinar, but it did yield useful results in that I know it was not him who slew Sadeas.
  15. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin rushed over to Jasnah. A hurled projectile had been targeting her, and he needed to make sure his cousin was safe. Taking one glance at Jasnah’s extremely irritated face, Adolin decided to change tack. Veering away from her, he instead knelt by the collapsed heap where the servant girl, and her shattered bottles of wine, lay. Neither the man who had intercepted the missile headed for Jasnah, nor the servant, seemed to be injured other than an odd bruise or scrape, which was welcome news. He glanced at the shattered tray of wines. “Well, better here than in Father’s hands,” he muttered, shaking his head ruefully.
  16. Mauve Crocodile
    Jasnah Kholin apparently doesn’t make a past time of forging master Shardblades. My bad. (I very much wanted an excuse to quote LoTR) At any rate, the death of a Brightlord casts a dark shadow over this assembly. I would like a full investigation from the authorities as to why anyone would possibly have a motive to carry out a murder of a foreign dignitary on this night of celebration. In addition, we should all watch our backs more carefully. Keep your guards close, you wits about you, and your wine far away. Hey Wit, can you turn on that device again?
  17. Mauve Crocodile
    The world is changed. I feel it in the water... I feel it in the earth... I smell it in the air... Much that once was is lost, for none now live to remember it. It began with the conquest of the Shardblades. Three were given to the Sadeas, wise and fair, rulers of men. Seven were given to Jah Keved, great farmers and dwellers of the open fields. And nine...nine blades were given to the Kholins, who above all else desired power. For within these blades laid the strength to dominate and lead armies of mortal men. But they were all of them deceived, for another blade was made. In the land of Shadesmar, in the Great Sea of Beads, the Knight Radiant Jasnah Kholin forged a master blade in secret, to best all others, and into it she poured her intellect, her strength, and the malice of heresy. A Living Blade—One Blade, to Rule Them All.
  18. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin grinned at Wit, pleased to hear their prank had been mostly successful. “Great to see you, too,” he remarked drily. “No girls on the outside of the palace, actually, just a few darkeyes mingling with some of the Parshendi that didn’t make it in. Did they ever translate that message, by the way?” I’m back! I know you all dearly missed me, but you probably want information on the outside of the palace. I won’t spill all the secrets, because that wouldn’t be fun, but I can say that they’ve got an entirely separate set of actions that have a few subtle impacts. Not giving anything else away. If you want to find out more, we can always throw you out there. I am also slightly displeased that you threw out Liss. She seemed to genuinely have made a few errors that spiraled out of her control, and despite my initial outrage at my manipulation, I do not think she merited removal, and believe she was not trying to act dishonestly. That said, it is time to move on from the fireworks of the second cycle. Does anyone have anything else to say publicly, or should I retreat back into my PMs?
  19. Mauve Crocodile
    I did perform that action, @SE_Darkness, however, the primary taker of that action was not myself, but Liss, who attempted to lie about the results of her scan to myself and Wit, leading to the confusion displayed above.
  20. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin smiled at Wit, though there was a trace of misery in it. A haggard expression rested over his youthful face. “I could be the butt of every joke you make from now on, Wit,” he said, “so long as laughter is still heard after tonight.”
  21. Mauve Crocodile
    That is an incredibly interesting way in which you attempted to manipulate me, Liss. It would have worked too, if you hadn’t just outed yourself. Personally, I find liars distasteful, particularly when those liars feed me false promises to assure my help, take that help, and then disseminate implicitly personal information to my supposed enemies, attempting to turn me against my family in the process, all while giving me false information about what I helped them with. I will accept my ostracisation if I must, as I have little chance of executing any of the previous plans I laid regardless, but I will not go gentle into that good night. Liss is permanently on a list from which her name shall never be erased.
  22. Mauve Crocodile
    I really don’t want to go into too many specifics to preserve anonymity, but suffice it to say that I observed Aesudan trying to kill a Parshendi guest last hour. Wit, myself, and potentially others, if they wish to reveal themselves (which I imagine they do not) can support my assertion.
  23. Mauve Crocodile
    I did contemplate attacking someone who I believed posed an existential threat to my win condition. I did, however, take the chance to speak with them privately, and quickly disabused myself of such notions—he was not as much of a threat as I believed him to be. However, I believe it is quite hypocritical of Aesudan to criticise me of attempted murder, as I learned from the action I cooperated with Wit on last night that she was not only thinking about murdering one of our Parshendi guests, but actually attempted to commit the deed. My supposed murders were confined to mere speculation, and I have no intention of removing @SE_Drunk_Beggar from the game, which he himself can confirm from our PM. I will instead be looking to further my win condition in other ways.
  24. Mauve Crocodile
    Adolin cast his eyes downward, attempting to look suitably chastened, but he could not prevent a wide grin from breaking out over his face as his father remonstrated him. “There you are, Father!” he said, seizing Dalinar in tight hug with a mixture of relief and joy. “You’re finally here! I’ve spent almost an hour looking around for you. I’m sorry for criticising your old friend, but I didn’t realise you’d brought him here. It’s great to see you up and about again! Look, come talk with these Parshendi, they’re very nice. I even got one to dance with me...” Adolin tugged his father’s sleeve, pulling him around the room. The youthful exuberance was only slightly faked. The happiness of seeing his father as he was in his younger days, without alcohol or guilt clouding his mind, was an enormous comfort to Adolin. Particularly, seeing his father issuing commands like the strong general he was supposed to be made Adolin grin even wider.
  25. Mauve Crocodile
    I am going to again apologise for my lack of activity in thread. It has been enough of a chore to keep up with PMs and docs in my spare time, let alone the thread. That said, I will attempt to make one post a cycle here, to let everyone know that I am alive and kicking, and also to hopefully contribute something to the game. If we are beginning discussions for ostracisation, I believe throwing out the smelly beggar in the corner will help cleanse the palace of the stale odour of his musty, whisky-tainted breath.
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