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    Star Thief cried out to his namesake as he fell, "Give me all the shinys!!!!!!"
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    The writeup is edited in now. It isn't much, but I might expand on it soon. Also, note that Hellscythe's death cry is in the writeup.
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    Night 2: Silence of the Stars Arisia was on the warpath. She knew one of the people hiding out in the corners of the square or staying home were conspirators. Right? If they were quiet, they had to be evil. She went around, one by one, focusing on each until they spoke. Everyone sat back and watched, occasionally chiming in. Slowly, the nobility began to accuse each other. One at a time, they took turns picking a person they suspected most, but never took any action. Just as the sun set, Luna and Itachi left the funeral for Hellscythe. Luna found Loopen and stood with him against the silent Star Thief. Luna pulled out a knife, not a fancy fabrial type or a Shard, just regular metal, and with Loopen’s approval, and the silent consent of the others, slit the throat of the Star Thief. Again devoid of the triple diamond tattoo, Star Thief’s body was that of a Noble. Star Thief(Silver Dragon) Was a Noble with Painrial. Votes: Star Thief(2): Luna, Loopen Eobard(1): Kaythar Itachi(1): Kelen Kenara(1): Karnan Kaythar(1): Eobard Karnan(1): Ace Luna Arryn(1): Arisia Declared Heir(1): Itachi Hellscythe’s Death Cry: Player List:
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    Cycle is over.
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    No.
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    38 minutes left.
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    A friend told me about it and people keep mentioning it. I just barely finished listening to it all. I really liked it.
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    Yep.
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    The writeup is now up, thanks to the lovely Elbereth for once again writing where she didn't have to.
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    Death clutch got it. A thief must steal one of every item, except Shards, to win. Receiving or starting with items doesn't count. They have as good of a chance to start with items as anyone else.
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    Sorry, I just knew the exact second I needed to post.
  12. Mailliw73
    Axies shouts: ""This is why village kill roles should not kill N1. Seriously, just use the lynch. If you can't, they shouldn't die."
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    It is private and counts as an action. Ardel gave one last declaration as he died. "You all know me, I didn't have any PMs set up."
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    Yes. Any role or heiring action can take the place of any action period and it can be chosen.
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    Day 2: Whitespines Ardel stared at the scribe, waiting to dictate, for a long moment. Then he waved her away. “I have nothing I need to say at the moment. I believe I shall take a walk in the marketplace, actually. Dismissed.” She nodded and began putting away the spanreed as he left, walking out into the dusk-tinged air. He was immediately accosted by a merchant, of course. “Brightlord! Wouldn’t you like a baby whitespine to keep your daughters company?” “I don’t even have daughters.” “Your wife, then. Wouldn’t she enjoy a dormant little whitespine to show all her friends?” Ardel peered suspiciously at the objects. “They don’t look like whitespines that much...” he said doubtfully. “They’re babies. Of course they don’t! They haven’t reached the juvenile stage yet and morphed into their terminal forms.” “But they’re not even scaled, really. They’re just... white lumps.” “That’s because they’re cocooned right now, of course!” she said brightly. Ardel shook his head. “Thanks, but I don’t think my wife would want a bunch of white rocks with the potential to grow up into terrifying predators someday.” He walked away, but she followed. “Oh, but she’d love them, I promise!” She continued to babble on as Ardel walked faster. He ducked into an alley, but even then she followed him. Finally, he broke into an all-out run, turning corners sharply without really caring where he was going. He wanted peace and quiet, storm it, not mindless babble! Finally he drew to a halt, panting. He’d finally lost her. But as he looked around, he realized he had no idea where he was. He stood at an intersection of two dark alleys, with nothing but darkness down either. Sunset had come and gone, and twilight was drawing on. With no alternative, he picked an alley at random and started down it. Soon, he heard the soft murmur of voices, which encouraged him. He walked faster. Even that storming merchant would have been preferable to this! He emerged into a little courtyard, where a few figures were conversing in low tones. Together, they turned to look at him. Ardel saw the glint of steel from one. “No, please,” he said. “I just want to find my way out of here. That’s all! Just point me to the way out!” They paused for a moment in the dimness, but then one of them shook his head. Or her head? He couldn’t tell, in the twilight. As they advanced, Ardel screamed for help. But none came when they heard, and none came when the scream was cut off with the suddenness of death. Hellscythe tried to walk with his usual measured tread through the night, but he kept finding himself speeding up. The king’s death was a bad sign. If the assassins had managed to get into the palace, past all the guards there, where couldn’t they get in? There was no reason they couldn’t be out there right now, waiting to kill him in order to assassinate his lord. He stiffened. Had that been a sound in the darkness? He coudn’t be sure. But he lifted his shield warily and stood still. And there it was again. He peered into the dimness, vaguely making out a figure creeping through the darkness. “Halt and identify yourself!” he said, voice shaking only a little. He heard a distinct sigh. Then a bright shardblade appeared, pointed directly at him. He yelped and raised his shield just in time to stop being pierced through. Thank the Stormfather for these half-shard shields, he thought. He couldn’t attempt to duel with a Shardbearer, though. He backed away, scrabbling at his hip for the whistle to raise the alarm. But he had forgotten something important. His back was to the open market. As he took a breath, he was hit in the back with an arrow. Then two, and three just to be sure. The breath was let out without a sound, and thus Hellscythe died. Axies tiptoed through the marketplace, now quiet and still in the darkness. He couldn’t come out during the day, of course. The spikes through his eyes tended to put people off. A cloak mitigated that, of course, but he couldn’t risk it. Then he heard a sharp hiss. He turned and saw a hooded figure staring at him. He was suddenly very conscious of the fact that his hood had fallen down, revealing his abnormal features in the light of the moons. He started to back away, but he’d already been seen. Was there much of a point in running? It’d just prove he was guilty of something. So he held still as the figure came closer. After a moment, slightly creeped out by the figure’s silence, Axies ventured a whispered “Hello?” No response. “Who are you?” Silence. “I’m a traveller, from another world. I came here because of the king.” Finally, a response. “Did you kill the king?” “What? No! Of course not! I wouldn’t do something like-” he faltered, remembering other times and other worlds. “I didn’t kill him. Okay?” The figure was silent for a moment. Then a Shardblade materialized inside Axies’ heart. He looked down, wincing. “One spike too many...” he muttered. But he managed to pull himself off of the blade, drawing on his goldminds until he was healed again. The figure stood still for a moment. Then it beheaded him. Hellscythe was killed by Grandbow! He was a Noble with a Pain Knife and a Half-Shard. Axies was killed by Shardblade! He was a Noble with a Spanreed and Painrial. Ardel was killed by the Ghostbloods! He was a Noble with a Spanreed. You have 48 hours to decide on a lynch. The turn will end on Wednesday at 9:00 pm MST.
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    Turn is over!
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    As soon as a player is no longer in possession of a Spanreed, they will lose their PMs. Also, this turn will be extended by 1 hour.
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    As Voldemort died, he let out a last cry, one of farewell and regret all wrapped into one word. "Bye!" He screamed. StrawMans's Death Cry: Bye!
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    There are no secret rules.
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    I fixed the vote tally.
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    Oh, believe me, he is. We already discussed this after I put yours and his character's summaries in. Apparently, I'll have a kill order out on me in 20 years.
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    Day is over!
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    Night 1: Violet Wine In reaction to the death of the king, the nobility gathered for a party. It may have seemed to be the wrong reaction to death, but they were keeping their moods light, celebrating the life of Brightlady Kenara, before they’d have to focus on Naladar’s death and replacing him. At the celebration, some of the nobility had had too much of the violet wine. Taken under its influence, they swayed about, shouting slurred accusations. One yelled to the sky, screaming at the Stormfather that he had killed the king. Most of the others ignored her, but Ardel and Voldemort focused on her, probably having had too much wine themselves. They began blaming her instead. The others all watched the man who must not be named, wondering why he seemed sober, yet his behavior was that of a drunkard. At one point, he even tried to declare the Stormfather his heir. Whispered rumors spread around the room. “Moldy there is one of the Ghostbloods, didn’t you know?” “What was his name again? Something Vorto or Moldy or Demour?” “I can’t remember either. He doesn’t tell people his name.” “What happened to his nose?” “What nose?” The pair laughed, not sure why Voldemort was so out of the ordinary. No one even knew what position he held or what he was doing amongst the nobility. “‘Ello everyone!” Brightness Kenara began her thank you speech. “I have had the honour and privilege of you all attending my banquet. Thank you all for coming to my posh bash. Don’t forget to have some of the biscuits and crisps. They were imported all the way from Shinovar.” Sometime during her speech, Subadon stood up and began to yell inanities about ruling the world and proscriptions against the Stormfather. The clouds above rumbled a warning at his words. “Lady Kenara, thank y’all for your fantastic speech. But as proud Alethi, we don’t eat biscuits! ‘Lethkar is the best nation! King Naladar used to ride chasmfiends bare-chested with three Shardblades in his hands. We eat cookies here, not biscuits, right, y’all?” Everyone stared in awe and dismay. They knew that Subadon had been planning on retiring soon and, as such, had become lax in following the Codes, but no one thought he’d let himself drink that much. Kenara stood in shock for a moment before summoning her guards to escort Subadon outside. As the guards left, the remaining guests began surrounding the noseless man. “Voldy, what are you doing?” One asked as the man began changing what he was saying, accusing Luna, then no one, then the Stormfather himself before reverting back to Luna. “It’s my job,” he replied. He had taken upon himself the role of the King’s Fool. “The Wit was taken, so I became the Fool.” Still suspicious, the crowds surrounded him. Voldemort used his Reverser to try to repulse the crowd, but it only worked on one. The rest managed to grab him. They pulled him outside the party, and summoned Highprince Dalinar. The Blackthorn, they called him. The man was a beast of war and perfect for killing the traitors. “Highprince Kholin,” Brightness Arisia began, “We believe this man is one of the Ghostbloods who killed the king last night.” Dalinar looked on in silence. “He’s been accusing wildly, basing his accusations on claims of dice, but we can’t find any on him.” The Blackthorn considered and then agreed that the pale man deserved death. Making light of the king’s death and of the Stormfather himself was not only heresy, but easily worthy of death. Summoning his Shardblade, the Highprince counted the ten heartbeats aloud, giving Voldemort his final countdown. On ten, the Blackthorn’s hands swung down in one smooth motion, one only a practiced killer could make. Voldemort’s eyes lost all life instantly. His body went limp and the Highprince examined his body for the triple diamond tattoo that marked one as belonging to the Ghostbloods. It wasn’t anywhere to be found. Voldemort had been a loyal noble. Voldemort(ThatTinyStrawMan) was lynched! He was a Noble with a Reverser. Votes: Voldemort(6): Eobard, Teialan, Arisia, Subadon, Sani, and Hellscythe Luna Arryn(2): Luna and Ardel Mayelek(1): Montnog Spot Senna(1): Mayelek Hellscythe(1): Kenara Declared Heir(2): Itachi, Voldemort It is now night and you may use your items and/or roles. Remember that PMs are still closed unless you are in possession of a spanreed. In that case, you may start as many PMs as you want with up to 6 players in them, as long as you use your Tier 2 action to turn on your spanreed. Make sure to include me in all PMs. You have 24 hours. Player List:
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    This is not a valid action, just so everyone knows.
  25. Mailliw73
    4 hours left! Current Vote Tally: StrawMan(4): Nyali, Orlok, Joe, Hellscythe Luna(1): Araris Hellscythe(1): Wilson Seonid(1): Mark Mark(1): Elkanah
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