I think I am here.

Nice! Oddly enough, I've never read any of the Harry Potter books, nor have I seen the movies. I really need to get them someday, since everyone says they're really good. How'd you learn of Brandon? Personally, it started with me because a friend recommended me to read Steelheart because 'it's got superheroes'. Imagine my surprise when a book I as expecting to be average completely exceeded my expectations! Jumped to SA from there.

Welcome to the Shard! Whether you're a theorist, roleplayer, or just lurker, we've got something for you! Usually, people say that Mistborn is the best series to start Brandon on, but, like me, you went straight to the big kahuna that is SA. Funny enough, SA was also my first fantasy series I ever read. What was yours?

Hey! Welcome to the Shard. I'm not qualified to offer you a cookie but they're pretty good! Anyway, how's it going? Kinda random question, but still a relevant one. Any plans to read any other books?

Oh, I guess I was wrong. Will add more details later.

Indeed. Also, that's awesome, CadCom! I noticed the bold 5 and I thought that was how you were showing me that you knew but I didn't even think about you secretly spelling my name! Edit: I just read the entire spec doc. Wow.

Ghostbloods. The word rang in Caer’s head, even long after the stranger Devaan had said it. Personally, Caer thought it was a stupid name. Ghosts didn’t have blood, therefore, calling yourself the Ghostbloods was stupid. He watched as the stranger Devaan pulled out a card, transporting him and Caer somewhere else. Caer prepared his guard. He had to stop relying on his cognitive sight. Emotions could be faked, and besides, Caer wasn’t an expert in using it yet. While he walked alongside the stranger Devaan to the Ghostbloods, he reminded himself of that. Just because someone said they were your friend doesn’t mean they were. Just because someone said you swore an oath doesn’t mean you did. Who knew, maybe Caer had been the stranger’s friend, and he had sworn an oath, but there was no way of truly knowing, even with his odd cognitive sight. He couldn’t read minds, only see emotions. So if it really came down to a life or death scenario, if the stranger Devaan turned on him or he sensed the Ghostbloods tricking him, he would have no qualms in killing them all. none at all

I, Itiah swear to defend the Alleyverse. I shall not use my position here to betray others, but to help cultivate the Alleyverse, to assist with its growth. I pledge my loyalty to the fate of the Alleyverse, and am ready to give up life and limb to defend it. I am a watcher om the wall, a guardian at the gate, a cultivator of destiny.

"So he told you he was grey one, and that the fellow with the sword is evil? And then he died, leaving everything useful to know to you? I don't buy it. Too convenient. We should kill Dorder. We can always kill the big one in the morning." Itiah IV translated the drunken slur of the man to the rest of the group, in case they couldn't understand what he was saying. Itiah had always had a knack for understanding drunken speech, but he didn't know if the others did, and so he tried his best to help everyone else understand the words.

Oh, hey everyone. Really sorry for the inactivity. Honestly, I'm not sure how much I can add. I'm not too useful to be elim killed and I haven't voted at all yet, which should clear me, right? Anyway, checking in I can see that the village doesn't seem to be doing too well. Walin, you've been a figurehead of suspicion for some time now, and while Rath's post seems genuine to me, it seems to me you've used Gandalf's death to your advantage. How should we know you didn't plan for Gandalf to die and use his death in this very gambit? Right now the only word we have on this matter is yours, and considering how you were a target before, it makes sense to pile the blame on someone, claiming Gandalf to claim to you. Honestly, tying again would be pretty bad, but this all seems too fake. Now, maybe reentering the game again with an accusation also isn't the best plan, but still, this seems like a bandwagon. CadCom in particular.

Hey! That's sweet!

Aftermath: V felt the warmth of Scadrian sunlight on his face, standing on real land. He was home. It had taken many dead bodies, but he was finally safe. Heron Industries would soon collapse. V had been the only surviving Informant. Mentally preparing himself, V walked towards Itiah Manor, the true place of his home, a scar on his arm from the knife cut the Faceless Immortal had given him. He was no longer V, as he used to call himself, no. He was Itiah V, son of Itiah IV and grandson of Itiah III, and he was home. Great game everyone! Seonid, you absolute legend, this game was awesome! From start to finish I was hooked. The setting, the writeups (thanks Fifth Scholar), the suspense, this whole game was epic, so thanks to everyone who worked on it. The awesomeness of this game is what propelled me to be so active. Which brings me to the players. Woah, you guys were great, and I find it funny now how I was playing with/against players I knew without even realising it, which included the veterans I may have accidentally lynched. Bort, great play as the Kandra, and everyone else, sorry for being partially responsible for your deaths . In all seriousness, everyone here was great. Special thanks to all who RP'd with me. Okay, enough about gratitudes, time for me. I honestly surprised myself with how active I was being. I don't usually RP that much or provide very detailed analysises, so this was a first for me, and judging myself by our win I'd say it went pretty well, so I might just try and do more of this stuff in later games. On a side note, this brings me to a 50% win rate, and makes V the second successful Itiah in his line, which will be fun to write about in furture SEs. All in all, great game, awesome players, good on me, and enough of my rambling. I look forward to another one of these anonymous games, they're really a lot of fun!

Sib sat down, eyeing the other people in the building. “So, how long will this take?” He quickly asked to everyone, as he didn’t know what the leader of this particular meeting was. “I’ve got an Archery lesson in half an hour, and then work after that, and then...” And then Sib continued, listing off his various responsibilities. So much stuff. So much stress on poor Sib...

Caer stood up, looking torwards the three people fighting on the roof. Two men fighting one woman. The woman seemed to be winning. Looking at one of the men Caer got another memory flash. This time, it was about being impaled via Shardblade. So this was the man who had killed him. He watched the three fight silently, curious.

Itiah IV ran to the front of the crowd. Someone important had died, he knew that. He looked around his companions, each face belonging to another stranger Itiah wasn’t sure he could trust. ——— As for how many people are spies, I have no idea

Caer nodded, expressionless. It made sense, and the stranger’s cognitive shadow represented sincereness. Caer has been this man’s friend. This Typhoon didn’t sound like the nicest of men, though, but the stranger had told him he had had a change of heart, so Caer didn’t think much of it. Suddenly, Caer detected movement. Looking upwards and I the side, he saw a man standing up in his room. Though Caer’s physical sight was obstructed by the wall, he could still see the man’s cognitive flame, flickering through the wall, standing up. Returning to the conversation, Caer looked around. “This looks like training ground.” He said, his first words since ressurection. “Do you train men with weapons here?”

Caer made it to the bottom of the steps, meeting a man setting up some weapons on a rack. This looked like a house, and the obstacles in front of Caer made the front porch look like some sort of training ground. Bringing his attention back to the man, Caer wondered if he should have known him. He focused on the man’s cognitive aspect, a flickering flame of surprise and concern. A flash of memory stuck Caer, it was of the man shooting him with a red symbol in an arena, the crowd cheering. “You tried to kill me.” He said quietly, forming a machete out of Veo instantly. He didn’t think he was the right Oath for that, but the Spirtual Realm has overrided the common rules. He waited for an attack by his opponent, but they just looked shocked. Caer flipped his attention to the cognitive form again. Yes, they were truly shocked. Though this man had tried to kill him, there was something more. Dismissing his Shardmachete, Caer sat down on a stool, facing the man. “You tried to kill me. But why?”

Caer stepped out of his room, second floor, second left. He didn’t know where he was. Someone had left him in a room by himself, he knew that much. Or had he let himself in? There had been medicines and vials in his room, and he had woken up on a stretcher. Caer knew he had come back from the dead, but anything before that was a mystery. A woman came running up the stairs, tears in her eyes. For a second Caer got a flash. He’d seen her before. In a bar? The woman looked up, seeing Caer, who kept an entirely neutral expression. She could only see him in the physical form, he thought. Whereas in Caer’s eyes, he saw all forms, like three different lenses. It was surreal. He could see the woman as she’s was physically, but he could also see her cognitive aspect, like a flickering flame displaying her emotions. She felt distressed. Probably the weirdest of all, he could see her Spirtual aspect as well, a perfected version of her. Caer turned away as the woman locked herself in her room, the one next to Caer’s, as he made his way downwards to the ground floor of whatever building he was in.

Ha! Congrats TFA, maybe make an RP thread with the statues so our characters can stare at them (and break them).

Hey, I’ll sign up!

Veo looked funny from up here. Rashan had seen spren in the Cognitive Realm, but never the Spiritual. heck, everyone looked funny. Rashan saw everything. As he was stretched for eternity between the three realms, he saw everything. He felt something in his hands. A Shardblade. Veo didn't scream when he held it. Huh. Veo didn't talk anymore, she was still bonded to Rashan, but she felt...deader. Rashan grabbed on the Shardblade, and he started to feel himself getting pulled down, softly at first, and then intensely. The Beyond pulled back, but it wasn't strong enough. Rashan came back to life, resurrected, but not like others. He'd seen the Spiritual Realm and come back, probably the only man to do so. He'd seen eternity. He'd seen everything that had happened, and everything that was going to happen. He saw the past, the present, the future, all at once. He saw the thoughts of everyone. But now that was gone, and he was here. He tried talking to Veo, but she wouldn't respond. Rashan could still use his surges, though, kind of. Though he only had two surges, he could use them in so many ways now. Physically, Cognitively, and Spiritually. He thrusted his hand to the side and Veo turned into a Shardblade. Then, he raised his other hand, and ten heartbeats later, another Shardblade appeared, the one that pulled him to the Physical Realm. He'd never seen two Shardblades with the same owner before. Rashan was alive. But, he still felt different. He was changed. For better or worse, he did not know. He looked around. He didn't know where he was either. Someone's house? Maybe his own? Rashan found it odd, but he didn't even remember anyone he'd met before now. He vaguely remembered a rock, a man with cards, and a bar. But no specifics. As Rashan walked out of the house, he confronted the roads and alleys in front of him. Where was he? Flashes of memories came to him, but nothing of substance. Rashan walked in the darkness, hoping to find someone to explain to him what just happened. What did happen? Rashan had woken up in someone's room after being stretched between the Realms, which happened after dying. Whatever happened before dying he didn't know. He needed to find out..

Itiah IV arrived at the scene, seeing the dead spider. He kicked it for good measure, and then looked around. Itiah saw a man with a sword, a lady with a bow, and some others. Itiah felt conscious for not having a weapon. He'd never really liked violence, what with his father's constant lecturing and all. He'd also never liked his father.