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This is the best thing I’ve ever seen

Max screamed, not for the first time this battle. The knife didn't hurt nearly as much as the torturer's lens thing did, but it still hurt. Max felt the very tip of the knife stab into the side of Max's eye. Shouting and screaming, Max head-butted Ambrosia off of him. He took out the knife from his helmet, and saw the dozen's of chalklings escape from it, cascading up his arm to his face. They were savage, with vicious teeth and sharp claws. They all made their way to his helmet, and Max wondered what to do. They snapped, covering his helmet completely, desperate to get in. He only had one option left. Max took off his helmet and threw it far across the arena with his enhanced strength. The chalklings would be attached to the helmet, and thus also thrown. It would probably be a while before they got to Max again. Max turned to Ambrosia and attempted to pick her up. He Rioted her Hopelessness, her Laziness, her Lethargy. He enhanced it, he didn't want her to dodge. As he grabbed her, he attempted that back-breaking move he'd seen in that batman movie. *** Mara shot a coin at Isaac. Mara felt shame. At first she thought it was emotional Allomancy, that Max was Rioting her emotions. But it wasn't zinc that was doing this. It was her conscience. (wait) She deserved to feel shame. She'd point-blanked Aon Sheo'd someone! (stop). She'd used one of the deadliest Aons to exist on her opponent, and she'd even broken a jaw. Atticus hadn't broken her jaw, had he? (stop). He'd only torn a few muscles, but that was nothing compared to knocking out all of someone's teeth. Mara felt bad. She felt the guilt and shame bubble up in her stomach. She knew she had done something wrong (wait a second). She knew that she deserved whatever thing was happening to her (wait this is a duel!). She understood she'd crossed the line (you're meant to hurt each other!). The bubbling in her stomach only expanded (wake up!). She felt like dying (WAKE UP). She felt like exploding. And she d- (WAAAAAKE UUUUUUP! Something changed. Mara felt like her insides were going to burst. She felt guilty, but she was going to die. Did she deserve it? She felt her helmet's calming Aon's trying to tell her she was being manipulated. But... she felt... guilty? She looked at the source but tried not to see anything. Her eyes came on the lens Atticus wore. It was maroon tinted, and Mara's minds warred while she felt like exploding, but, she... just had to - Her hand crushed the lens just as she felt like exploding into a million pieces. She didn't feel shame anymore. No, she felt anger. Max had sometimes played with her emotions when they were kids, and Mara had hated it with a passion. And now, it was being used against her, by a Spiked, of all people?! She could see the spike right now, right up close. That throbbing thing of hate. Mara outstretched her hand and attempted to pull it out.

And Odium would give them

Nice! Also, listen up again! Time for your Daily Dashe news! Weather looks cloudy with a slight chance of rain But seriously, we got a problem. I scanned the Independents last cycle, and I’ve come up with 4 (four) non-converts. With 6 known Independents that are alive that means 2 traitors. Here are the Independents we know. 1. Fifth 2. Devotary 3. Drought 4. Walin 5. Bard 6. MetaTerminal 7. Coop Coop was already dead, so he’s out of the equation. That leaves 6. Right now, I can’t decide between Fifth, Bard and Meta.

This is really, really well put together. Good job!

I said Max was flaring his Aons in the hug. He has Aons for strength as well, so it would be pretty painful. I still think your attack works, though, so I will respond. Max squeezed. He thought he could feel Ambrosia’s panic as she frantically searched for a solution. This Shardplate was useful. Suddenly, Ambrosia was no longer in grip, as Max stumbled a couple steps at the sudden dissapearance. She was in front of him. Max watched as she brought up a laser gun and began shooting at his chestplate. Ha! He mentally laughed. The chestplate is the most well defended part of this armour! Still, that didn’t stop it from hurting. He needed a weapon. Fast. His hands found the warhammer. It was huge, and perfect for a Shardbearer. Plus, Max was highly proficient in staffs, and a warhammer was just a staff with a weight on one side, right? His strength Aons helped him as Max held the warhammer in both hands, fully outstretched. He swung once to bat the gun away, and swung to hit Ambrosia square in the side in the backswing, pouring his strength into the attack. *** Mara screamed. Everything had been going so well. She’d just been about to pull of the power pack completely, just about to rip it off of Atticus. And then he’d taken off his helmet and spat in her helmet. It hadn’t hit her directly in the eye, no, but it had hit a soft part of her cheek below it, and it hurt like HELL. It hurt more than it should have. It burned, and Mara knew that the pain was being somehow increased. “Acid what you did there,” she mumbled. Fight or flight. It seemed so familiar. Too familiar. But the helmet was off. Atticus’ helmet was off. In that brief struggle, that brief sensation of incredible pain, Mara let go of the power pack. And grabbed the helmet. Atticus pulled out of her grip and brought his gun around. The helmet Mara held in her hand was large, and so Mara held it in front of her, using it as a shield. She felt like collapsing. She felt like giving up. But. With the helm off, Mara could see Atticus’ face. It had a spike in one of the eyes. Hemalurgy. Instantly, Mara’s fatigue seemed to dim. This man was an abomination. This man was a monster. This man was evil. Immediatly, Mara knew what she had to do. She had to kill this man. Dropping a coin, Mara shot at Atticus (she’d already Pushed the helmet into the crowd where he couldn’t get it). As she flew at Atticus, she grabbed onto his shoulder plates and brought up a fist. “You know, I would normally say a joke here,” she growled, and her fist glowed red. Aon Sheo glowed dangerously. “But I don’t think you’d get the punchline.” She aimed a punch square in the face with her Shardplated fist, a point blank Aon Sheo to activate on contact.

Could we get @Domi in the Dark@Jaddeth in the Bush@Seonid@whatever to remove that post, please? [REDACTED], I think I know who you are now, but I will keep it a secret.

Max felt the shield disappear and looked up. Ambrosia was directly above him. She’d swung her hammer at the shield, it appeared. That was bad. What was good, however, was that Max could predict her landing. Taking one step and outstretching his Shardplate hand, he reached out for Ambrosia’s foot, to pull her sharply to the ground. When he was done, he grabbed Ambrosia and attempted the tightest bear hug he could make, flaring his Aons to just squeeze. He Rioted Ambrosia too. Whatever pain she felt would feel worse. *** “It’s time to bring on the heat.” Mara tried not to double over laughing, despite the fact that her spotlight attack had failed horribly. On the far wall, the spotlights smashed into debree. On the other hand. Mara knew where Atticus was now. Behind her. Close. And presumably attacking with some sort of fire weapon. Turning around abruptly Mara took a chestful of brief flame before ducking, counting on her Shardplate’s Aonic manoeuvrability and speed to slide between the legs of Atticus, appearing behind. Power source. All of the Marines at the Canton said the weakness was the power source. Take that away, and you were just a man with an insanely heavy armour. Grabbing on the power armour backpack firmly, stamping her feet on the cold dirt ground, Mara got the backpack in a hold before Pushing on everything else on Atticus’ armour. She also Pushed on the Spotlight debree. While Pushing Atticus would send him backwards, Pushing on the spotlight debree would push Mara and the backpack power source the other way. Hopefully the two powerful pushes could tear the pack off of Atticus’ back. As she strained underneath the pressure, she found her voice. “Hey, stop fighting,” She croaked to Atticus. “You’re Pushing yourself too hard.”

Hey Lopen! (you know, there should be a symbol for a moderately happy statement because the exclaimation mark sounds like I’m shouting and the full stop sounds monotone.) 1. Full disclosure: I had no idea who Karata was. I knew it wasn’t me, and it certainly wasn’t Sart (cuz he ded). The real POE was to check who was innocent. I knew I was, and I trusted Fifth. When I told him there was a traitor in our gang, he said he’d found Shqueeves suspicious. None of us knew who Karata actually was. But Fifth found Shqueeves fishy and I trusted his judgement. So it really wasn’t as simple as Fifth said. There was a legitimate chance Shqueeves wouldn’t be the traitor. In that case, we’d move onto Elandera. I didn’t really figure out much. We knew the traitor had to be either Elandera or Shqueeves, and Shqueeves was acting off. 2. So, at this point I started thinking about things a bit more. My instinct was to say Elandera was Karata (due to last point’s reasoning), but I figured it might also have been Fifth, and maybe he was being cautious and not telling me. I knew Karata had to either be Fifth or Elandera. My only hint it was Elandera was the reasoning I’ve mentioned in the last post. To put it simply, my only assurance Karata was Elandera was Fifth’s assurance he wasn’t Karata, so basically trust. I figured if he was Karata, I couldn’t trust him anyway! So I considered both options and posted both, though I said I was leaning Elandera because I still trusted Fifth and felt our reasoning was pretty sound.

Dammit, I was winning for 8 months! I had a streak! And I just lost...

Hello everyone. As you may know, I am not to keen on dying. Mostly, though, I agree with Meta’s beginning part of his post addressing this: See, this is true, and I’m not going to deny it. I personally feel I’m a really good source of information, but Meta’s right when he says that also makes me the most likely to be converted. Here’s the thing, though, and this may be the case for any one of the people we deem suspicious. If we already find them suspicious, then I would think the Spirits would convert someone else, and let the village kill one of their own. I mean, take me for example. I choose me as an example because I’m the only one I truly know is innocent. Since converting me would do a lot of good to the Spirits, wouldn’t it make sense for the Spirits to use their conversion for a potential gang leader instead, and make everyone think they converted me? It wouldn’t be a hard lie to sell. I am a good target, after all, but maybe I’m a too obvious one, and maybe the Spirits believe you guys will just kill me anyway. This could honestly be the case for any suspicious person. What if they’re not a convert, but the Spirits want you to think that? Anyway, here’s another insight I have about inactive players. Some people believe that the Spirits could potentially convert an inactive player this game so we never see it coming. There is one concern, though: This isn’t like that AN game, where it’s actually one player account-swapping. Conversion means that it will be the same player, just with a different goal. Therefore, an inactive player before conversion will be of no use to the Spirits after conversion, as they’ll still be inactive. This leads me to believe that any converts would most likely be people who are more active and useful in the thread, contrary to an inactive. A useful player before conversion is a useful player after. These people could also be main conversion targets. For example, I haven’t really done any analysis (apart from this post :P) this game. In fact, my biggest use in this game is the fact I’m Dashe, which would be a useless skill to the Spirits. The only incentive to convert me would be to take an important figure away from the village, which the elims can do anyway by converting someone active and useful and trusted, which also give them the advantage of having such a useful, active player on their team. Also, can someone tell me what’s so suspicous about CadCom? I haven’t really been paying attention to his posts but people find him really suspicous and that was going to prompt me to vote for him, because he’s a Wildman, generally active, and suspicous.

Mara Pushed. Though she steadied herself, Mara still felt her boots sliding across the compacted dirt of the arena floor. Looking back up, she saw what she’d done. Atticus lay almost 10 feet away from Max. Good, she mentally grumbled in her head. No one attacks my brother. Only I attack my brother. Something else came in her head at the same time. Pain. No, not again! Arrrrgh! Mara clutched her head, feeling it throb and ache and hurt. Thankfully, the effect seemed to be weaker than it was before. Was it because of the distance? Regardless, the pain was less, and added to the fact that Mara’s armour was always calming her and keeping her level-headed through Aons, and Mara knew what she had to do. Dropping a coin to her left, Mara pushed and hurled herself out of Atticus’ line of sight. She didn’t know much about Lenses, but she’d heard you’d need to be looking at a target for it to work. As she landed next to the 15 foot stone wall that surrounded the arena, she noted the large industrial spotlights along it. Huh. Grabbing onto one of the spotlights, Mara stretched her armour’s strength and tore it out from the ground, throwing it at Atticus and propelling it to high speeds with her steelpushing. It was effectively a spotlight-cannonball. “Hey, I heard you wanted to e famous!” Mara remarked as she throw another spotlight, Pushing it at Atticus and watching it trail the first. She picked up a third along the wall, and shot that too. “How does it feel now to be in the spotlight?” *** Max was just happy he wasn’t fighting Atticus anymore. That man’s armour was tough. Ambrosia, he could deal with. Ambrosia didn’t have any armour. As she ran towards him all Max saw was a blur. A very scary blur. Wait, what was that? Max stretched his eyes and the Aons helped him. A hammer. She was running at high speeds and was going to swing a hammer at him? Oh no. Max only had a split second to react. Ambrosia was fast. Now he sort of understood said Rashan was hard to beat. Digging his heels into the ground, Max raised his hands, activating the Aons all over his armour. Durability, strength, stability. The air shimmered and a green defensive field surrounded him. With Ambrosia steelrunning, Max wondered how bad the shield would hurt when she ran into it.

Max squirmed as he and Atticus fell to the ground. The man’s armour was stronger than normal Plate. Still, Max’s armour was far from standard as well. As the two rolled in the dirt, Max Rioted the man’s sense of fear, his sense of hopelessness, and his sense of pain, hopefully enhancing greatly what was already there. His Shardplate brimmed with energy. It felt like it was filled with power, like some sort of metalmind. Curious, Max tapped its Nicrosil reserves, and felt the extra power flow through him, further magnifying the Riot. Suddenly, pain. It hurt like hell, and Max felt his body ache and pain. He grunted, trying to fight it back, increasing the Riot he had on his opponent, but it didn’t work. Flailing around, swinging punches in all directions, Max screamed and increased the Riot to Duralumin levels. He was getting desperate. *** Ow. Ow ow ow Mara shakily stood up, feeling the pain dissipate as she wiped her uncomforts clean and scanned the arena for Max. Was he alright? Was he dead? Mara had told him duels were too dangerous but he hadn’t — There. On the ground. Fighting the armoured man. Mara thought to rush in and attack but the Aons in her helmet calmed her and made her think rationally. Where was that other lady? Ambrosia? Almost on cue, she saw the lady draw something on the floor and now a streak of red was snaking it’s way past the battle field to Mara. Hastily stepping to the side, she saw it take out a small chunk of rock in the arena wall. Ah, so that’s what she does. She wasn’t Mara’s concern right now. That was Max, especially now that he was starting to scream and flail frantically. Taking a leap and closing the distance between her and Atticus, Mara held her ground and tapped her Nicrosilminds. She’d stored steelpushing power for a while now, and tapping some of that now only served to double, triple, even quadruple her normal power with the Shardplate. Tapping it, she could Push things way heavier than her with ease. Tapping Nicrosil and burning steel, Mara looked towards Atticus. His armour was mostly made out of metal. Yelling, Mara focused her steelpushing power and exerted all of it on Atticus. She hoped the sheer power would send him flying.

Alright, listen up! This cycle, I scanned the Wildmen. I’m Dashe, in case you forgot. Joe clarified, my scan happens before deaths and after conversions. Anyway, it said that there are 7 Non-Converts in the Wildmen. Counting Mail, there are 8 people in the doc. Since Mail wasn’t a spirit, that means we (Wildmen) have a traitor in our midst. I’ve mentioned in the doc how Crimsn Wolf seems to be in good standing with a lot of the players, and so would be a good conversion target. I’ve also mentioned how the traitor doesn’t have to be a recently converted, so maybe it’s CadCom. It could be Fifth, since he’s also highly trusted. It could be me, but as I’ve said before (in my doc), I’m not. I really don’t know how to prove I’m not, but I’m not. So, yeah, just your daily Dashe news. I don’t really know who to vote for yet, I think I’ll analyse some more posts this cycle, but so far my money’s on Crimsn Wolf, because of her post this cycle.

Mara looked towards the 2 opponents. She assumed Ambrosia was the woman, and the armoured man would be Atticus. Well, Mara was armoured too. She could take him on, right? Suddenly, the woman crouched and started drawing stuff on the ground, and the armoured man charged, bringing up a large gun and firing it at Mara. Oh, rust. Mara twisted to the side, attempting a dodge. She felt the force of the blast graze her armoured arm, hitting the Shardplate. She hadn’t been ready. Mara made a note not to be taken by surprise again. Looking towards the large gun, Mara focused her steel, and Pushed on the gun. She didn’t tap her metalmind, but she hoped the Shardplate would add significant weight to her Push. She focussed, trying to Push it out of her opponents hands. Suddenly Mara felt immense pain blossom in her heart and fell on one knee. *** Max hastily turned his head at Mara, who was curling up in a ball. He was fairly sure she was screaming in the Shardplate. Rust. Max sprinted at the attacker in his Shardplate, his steps making imprints on the hard floor. As he ran, he concentrated, and Rioted Mara’s sense of determination, happiness, and courage. He tapped his nicrosil reserves, enhancing the Riot, and looked back towards the attacker. He was armoured too. As Max ran, he suddenly leaped at the attacker (Atticus, he thought), smashing into him. He hoped the bulk and weight of his Shardplate could send the duo to the ground.

I think it’s generally because it’s been confirmed that Katara isn’t in a non-spirit doc, and Fifth and I are both in non-spirit docs. Process of elimination says Elandera.

Max and Mara entered the Arena of Valour, both marvelling at the grandness of it. They were using it officially for the first time in 16 years, and the crowd was wild. Max had his Shardplate helm up, while Mara kept it closed. They still were new to having the armour, but they’d practised enough with Master Sheonar to know the basics. “It’s looks cooler in person, doesn’t it?” Mara whispered to Max. “Absolutely. Can you believe Rashan himself fought here? Master Sheonar too.” “They don’t call it the Challenge of Champions for nothing.” “I guess so. How do you think we’ll go?” “Who knows? Have you seen our opponents?” “Nah, just heard their names. Did you know one of their last names is Nightshade?” “That’s so cool.” “I know. And the other guy’s last name is Voidlight. That’s rusting awesome!” The twins shut up as the announcer spoke over the fabrial loudspeakers, announcing the fighters: @Ark1002

I have awoken! So, people have figured out I am Dashe —no point lying about it now. The reason I did lie to my doc was obviously so that the Sprits didn’t find out, but I guess I’m reveled now anyways. Anyway: Cycle 1: Didn’t can anyone Cycle 2: Scanned Children Cycle 3: I know I was meant to scan the Wildmen here but honestly I forgot, so sorry about that.

As a fellow Child of Karata, I can say I’m pretty sure Elandera is Karata, due to process of elimination. It’s also possible Fifth is Karata, but I’m leaning more towards Elandera since Fifth’s already an Independent. I would say to have my fellow Children back me up in these claims, but it’s only us three, so Fifth would back me up in accusing Elandera and Elandera would back me up in accusing Fifth. I’m not Karata, as evidenced by me being moved to another non-spirit doc (the people in the doc can back me up) so it’s between Fifth and Elandera (again, leaning Elandera). Edit: So yeah, Elandera

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