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Craven blinked. "But... is one of those about courage?" -
"What about courage? Is there one about courage?"
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"I want to meet some primordial beings..."
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They do not.
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Craven poked his head in as well. “Yeah, where is he? He’s nice.”
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Here: Look carefully, it's only two letters
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Dannex (4): Elandera, Quintessential, Whysper, StrikerEZ TJ Shade (1): Araris Valerian Whysper (2): Archer, Dannex
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Can confirm Don't worry, though, I'm being properly impartial.
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Whoops. You're fine then.
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Oh, forgot to add: The following players did not post during the Night turn. If they don't post this turn, they will be replaced. If you did post and I missed it I apologize @Random Bystander, @Flyingbooks, @Whysper, @TJ Shade.
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Day Two: Famously Neutral Already what was ten is now eight, with who knows how many loyal. Oh, Stormfather, how long must we suffer this? -Mishinah Bethab, wife of Highprince Bethab, 1173.7.5.3 Loradar Vamah whistled as he walked, hands in the pockets of his brown coat. Some might call the color garish, but to him it was pure fashion. It was a perfectly normal day, and nothing possibly could go wrong! Sure, old Dalinar and Sadeas were at it again, but that always cooled off quicker than most thought. And Vamah himself never got involved. Famously Neutral, he always said. “Famously Neutral, eh?” A voice said behind him. Vamah jumped, and turned sharply. No one was there. “Hello?” he said shakily. The voice spoke again, and Vamah turned around wildly to no avail. “That’s always what they say they are, and always are in the background. You, Loradar, are the perfect target.” Vamah squinted. He felt like bolting, but his feet seemed rooted to the ground. “Yes, someone so important as yourself, yet so… unimportant at the same time. You will not be missed.” Vamah scoffed. “I hardly can believe that.” The voice’s tone turned mocking. “Even in the face of death, you are insolent.” Vamah’s face fell. He had half thought he was making the whole thing up. Then his soul was booted out of his body. * * * Obliteration flexed his new hands, shaking his legs at the same time. It always took a minute or two to settle into a new inhabitant. This one was… particularly chubby, but the person themselves would prove useful. Now, where to? Obliteration stalked off, finally settling on the marketplace. Vamah had to have been keeping some cash on him, right? Or ‘spheres’ as they were called here. Obliteration pulled out a small one from inside the coat’s many pockets, and rolled it in his fingers. What a strange form of currency. As he walked, he turned his stalk into more of a strut, a far more Vamah-ish easygoing gait. If he were to play the part, he needed to really sell it. “Hey, is that Vamah?” The voice called from a nearby alleyway. Perfect. Obliteration thought. My first test in this new role. “Uh, yes! The man himself. And who might you be?” Obliteration took a half-step towards the alley. The voice spoke again, and Obliteration saw a shadow move in the alley. “Oh, just a regular guy. It’s quite an honor to be in the presence of a Highprince. Is that a new coat?” Obliteration smiled, taking a few steps more towards the alley. “Why, yes. Had it tailored just this last week.” The shadowed figure moved closer. “Well, it was fortunate that you walked by here just now.” “Why’s that?” Obliteration asked, picking at his fingernails. The figure moved swiftly, and Obliteration’s instincts kicked in as he stepped back. But he wasn’t fast enough; this body wasn’t exactly used to sharp movements. The figure’s knife stabbed straight into Obliteration’s chest. The figure leaned forward and spat in Obliteration’s face. “Because you’re just the guy I wanted to see.” He stood and walked away, leaving the knife sticking up out of Obliteration’s chest. Great. Obliteration thought. Just my luck. He left Vamah’s body in an instant, half a mind to go possess the attacker, but instead settled on simply leaving the Rosharan system for now. If anything, this was a sign that his time here was up. * * * Overhead, the skies darkened, ironically bringing illumination to the land. And, just like the skies, the conflict darkened as well. The Unknown Order has been killed! They were inhabiting Highprince Vamah! A Highstorm Event has been triggered! All players gain 3 spheres. The Day has begun, and will end in exactly 47 hours and 19 minutes on Monday, March 29 at 5pm PST. PMs are closed unless through actions. There will be a majority execution today, with tied votes being RNGd. The marketplace is closed! Player List:
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Another night has come and gone. Let's see who survived it... (Turn's over, stop posting)
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Is there a difference? (Besides the parentheses on the first)
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Night One: First Instinct I am aghast at what some who claim to serve the crown do. Murder will solve nothing, and yet it seems to be everyone’s first instinct. And now a loyal servant is gone, a Highprince fled. I have spoken to my husband privately, though I dare not voice my opinion lest I risk my own neck... -Mishinah Bethab, wife of Highprince Bethab, 1173.7.5.3 Illwei had a tendency for... speaking. Not loudly, or boldly, just… speaking. More than she meant to. More than she should. She found themselves in these sorts of situations often, backed into the corner, nowhere to go. Sometimes that was how it was, serving a Highprince. Illwei had told herself that she would stay quieter today, with the tension so strung, but opinions just had to be announced sometimes. Well, this lot clearly didn’t like it. The gathering should have been more calm than it was- after all, no one of extremely high dahn was here. The princes were off doing their own thing. Glancing around the room, Illwei could tell by the shouting that it was time to go. Little by little, she eased herself until she was at the doorway, and then zip! out onto the street. She breathed a sigh of relief. Lived another day. “Now wait just a moment.” The strong voice behind her wasn’t enough to make her turn around, but Illwei was forced to acknowledge the man when he grabbed her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder and sighed. The man was tall, and Illwei recognized him as ‘Striker’. “Yes?” She said, trying to appear as calm as possible. She shook free from Striker’s grip. Striker rubbed a hand on his chin. “You left early. Why?” Illwei glanced behind Striker, noticing for the first time four others who had followed after her. Brilliant. “I saw no need to stay.” Illwei said, backing away. “The discussion was getting nowhere.” Striker grunted. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small knife, and Illwei’s heart rate increased exponentially. “I find it far more likely that you were runnin’ off to those Sadeas creeps.” Illwei shook her head vigorously. “No, no of course not.” She backed further away, placing as much distance as she could from herself and that knife. “Well,” Striker said, taking a step forward. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there.” One of the others who had followed Striker suddenly raised a hand. “Now, is this really the best way to do this?” “No!” Illwei exclaimed. “No, it is certainly not.” Striker glared at the speaker, then at her. “At a time like this, action is required. Stand aside.” He advanced. That was it. Illwei ran. She sprinted down the street, worried out of her mind that she was being pursued. Instead, as she grew farther out of earshot, Illwei heard Striker’s voice carried through the wind. “Don’t you ever return. If you do, you can know exactly what kind of greeting I’ll give you.” And as she ran back towards her master’s quarters, she knew she would indeed never return. * * * “Gone?” Dalinar exclaimed. “What do you mean, gone?” He was speaking to Elhokar, who looked more nervous than ever. And for good reason. “Well, Uncle, he just… vanished. No word. His ambassador, too. The girl.” Dalinar paced back and forth. “I don’t understand. This doesn’t seem like Aladar.” Elhokar just shrugged, and there was no more to say. Illwei has fled! She was an ambassador to Highprince Aladar! Vote Count: Illwei (5): Archer, forget me not, Araris Valerian, Elandera, StrikerEZ Random Bystander (1): TJ Shade Dannex (4): Whysper, Illwei, Quintessential, Tani, Ashbringer Tani (1): Dannex The Night will end in a bit more than 23 hours on Saturday, March 27 at 5pm PST. Get those actions in! PMs are, as always, closed unless through actions. The marketplace is open! Marketplace: Player List:
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Alright, that's time!
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I’m on mobile and still at Track :P. Quinn’s was right except for counting Araris twice and since then Dannex voted on Tani. Pretty sure.
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5 hours and 33 minutes left in the turn! I have Track in about three hours, which ends about half an hour before rollover. I should be able to catch up on the thread quickly, but the rollover period might be a bit lengthy as I won't have time to (attempt to, EoD's are great sometimes :P) pre-write the writeup like I did for MR46. Should be fine, though, as most of those pre-write attempts were for naught because of the aforementioned great EoD's. I have practice
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Only for two weeks. Besides, nothing wrong with a good necro
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Congrats on finding my dead thread
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(This also won't be reflected in the final tally )
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(This won't be reflected in the tally. Technically it's impossible for no one to die from the exe [outside of game mechanics such as Elhokar and the Document item] because if no one is being voted on, everyone is tied and it will be RNGd.)
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See Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, chapter Four. PAFO But I will say that I use the acronym 'Hp' and not 'HP'.
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Elhokar will not be in the Highprince doc.
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Nope, just one per turn.
