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My vote came well before theirs did, which I think is important. And I specifically said it wasn't mainly about the distancing. (Though I am paranoid it's a signaling thing. But again that's not the reason.) It's not meant to be an opposite contribution crusade, to me it sort of feels like Archer is trying to steer the discussion in a selective way. And, like Tani said (and I alluded to), outing Vin would just result in her death in every situation.
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Nah, that was only a rule in Kas' game. Typically GMs just count the latest red vote, so it'd evaluate to voting Archer -> voting Pizza -> unvoting Pizza to end with a no-vote.
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TUO currently isn't voting on anyone.
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And my younger sister joins for her SE debut and likely her SE finale!
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Read through the posts, get some thoughts maybe?
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Get double ninja'd :P. To be clear, that's wasn't the forefront reasoning to my vote. Edit: I missed the clarification yesterday- but came to the conclusion that it likely wasn't distancing anyway.
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Oh I missed that :P. Well, I kinda came to that conclusion already.
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...I would mark Quinn/Archer as possible e/e distancing but I really don't see how that could happen. The only way they both could know they were teammates is if they both rolled each other as the random teammate to learn, and they'd have no way of knowing the other did that. Archer.
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"Yeah" Maddy said, still unsure exactly where they were going.
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Didn't we already try that? Not really, to be honest. I think I'd just do everything myself anyway. Sorry.
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So I asked why you voted Stink and you didn't feel like responding why, and so now you do feel like responding and your response is a vote on Archer? Though you did just explain it up there I still find that kind of strange.
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I'm with Striker in that we just leave them be- if a Mistborn is outed I'd say there's a high high high likelihood of them being attacked- one of the two elim factions will either way, likely both if it's Vin. So they're dead if they're outed, and the elims will just do it for us so we don't have to think about it.
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Well with my history But I also don’t want to make assumptions based on meta which I already said I’m gonna try not to rely on especially in this case where I know it likely will be unreliable. But that turns into an IKYK with myself. So ignoring it is. Playing by reads this game, Striker’s slight village. Until I have a reason to doubt that.
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I don't really love this reasoning- I mean, if you made good points you can expect people to agree with you. If people don't agree with you D1, chances are that's where their vote is going. So I'm not really sure where this is coming from. Though I'll only flag you for now because the rest of your posts have seemed village to me. Striker's post reads village to me. I... really don't know what to think about that :P.
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Forgot to mention in the OP- because of the Highprince mechanic, this game has a minimum of about 15 players- I say that because technically it works with 10, but a.) That'd kind of be stupid and b.) 10-13 has a really small number of non-Highprinces and I want it higher than that. I don't expect to have to extend signups or anything like that- I mean c'mon, it's been like an hour- but I will if it becomes necessary. Thanks!
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O7 Twas a pleasure playing a game with you, Maill!
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LG75: Alethi Politics I fear the stakes are getting slowly higher. The Highprinces still talk amongst themselves, but the severity of the conversations increases by day. A true political war is brewing, and the water soon will spill over the rim of the bowl. We can only hope it has not been heated enough to scald everyone involved. - Mishinah Bethab, wife of Highprince Bethab, 1173.7.4.2 He’s nervous. Dalinar Kholin thought, glancing over at his nephew. Well, he ought to be. They sat around a large wooden table, covered with a thin cloth divided into ten sections. Each section represented a princedom, marked with the appropriate colors and glyph. The other nine Highprinces, along with their various accomplices, were seated at their spot designated by the cloth. Dalinar thought it no accident that Sadeas lounged directly across from him, the other man’s pudgy but calculated gaze fixated on him. The room was unusually quiet, but all knew that King Elhokar, Dalinar’s nephew, was ordained to begin the meeting. As usual, Elhokar was delaying his speaking as long as possible. The youth- Storms, he wasn’t really a youth, but he was to Dalinar- fiddled with the small golden buttons on his coat, avoiding eye contact with everyone who tried to create it. Eventually though, the meeting had to start, however much Elhokar wished it to not. Dalinar nudged his nephew softly, signaling that perhaps it was time to begin. Elhokar’s eyes flicked up, first at Dalinar, and then at the others, who all stared pointedly. Elhokar cleared his throat, and with his shaky voice the discussion was initiated. * * * A couple hours later, after many, many arguments, Elhokar slumped down in his chair as the Highprices stood. “I did terrible.” Dalinar put a firm hand on the King’s shoulder. “You did not. You spoke well, and the propositions were stated clearly.” Elhokar shook his head. “You did all the real talking, Uncle. The whole kingdom knows I’m a figurehead.” Dalinar looked his nephew straight in the eyes. “You are the King, Elhokar. The throne is yours and yours only. I never wanted power.” Dalinar immediately cursed internally at his mistake. His phrasing implied that he had the political power in the room, and he knew it. “But you have it anyway.” Elhokar confirmed. “Say what you want. They know it’s true.” He stood glumly and walked off. Dalinar frowned slightly as he disappeared around the corner. The King had been getting worse. He glanced around the room, and noticed Sadeas watching him from behind the Bethabs, who idly chatted near the door, obviously looking for an excuse to examine Dalinar. He hadn’t missed Mishinah’s notetaking during the meeting. When Sadeas caught Dalinar’s eyes, he glanced away, pretending he had been looking out the window the entire time. But Dalinar could see the small smile on his old friend’s lips. Storm that man. If only he and I could still agree. Dalinar sighed, pushing past the Bethabs and avoiding Sadeas’ gaze. He needed a drink, after this afternoon’s events. * * * Welcome to LG75: Alethi Politics! I’m Matrim’s Dice, I’ll be your GM. @Devotary of Spontaneity will be the IM. Below is the full ruleset, though it's also here in doc form if that's easier for you. General Rules: Factions: Roles: Marketplace: Signups are open now, and will end in a little over a week on March 24, 2021, at 7am PST (GMT-7) 5pm PST (GMT-7). The game will begin soon afterwards, with the general rollover time being 8am 5pm, though my schedule is a bit unclear these next months so it may fluctuate slightly. If there are any changes I'll be sure to announce them. Player List: Spectator List/Pinch-Hitter List: Quicklinks:
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Granted, there haven't been many times I've been super shocked, but like... I had completely wiped out you being teammates with Maill and Araris as a possibility.
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Can we have reasoning? :P. I've decided that this game I don't really want to try to meta read anyone. It's dug me into a lot of holes lately and I don't want to do that, so I'm going to try to look at things from this game and this game only (to a certain and reasonable extent). Don't know how well that will work, though. Still busy with other things, I'll do a readthrough later :/ Sorry.
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Woo boy! Thank you @Kasimir for running this game! The writeups were awesome and it was too. The funny thing about this is I can't even say 'I told you so' because most of my reads came from agreeing with something @Illwei had said. So. Good job Illwei. By far the most shocked/betrayed I've felt going into a dead doc @Araris Valerian- The only reason I outed you like that before death was because Illwei told me that she tried to soothe you and failed, thus you must have been Smoked and were likely evil. Not entirely sure why, but it made for a more shocking Spiked!Wei reveal. @Mailliw73... good job surviving so long It was fun to see you return and I hope to play more games with you. @Fifth Scholar, congrats as well. Maybe one time I'll play with village!Fifth but until then I will always be paranoid... And of course @STINK and @Devotary of Spontaneity did excellent as well. We were played by a fiddle by you all, so well done. I made the mistake of assuming I was like the only village Smoker when there was, in fact, four. Whoops. in my defense, I didn't know we didn't have a Seeker, but it still probably wasn't my finest estimation. @Burnt Spaghetti, I especially enjoyed your Tineye messages. Nice job! I'll try to... read... the massive elim doc(s)... maybe... * * * When Philico was attacked, he was grateful. Now he could search for Peter. Perhaps he shouldn’t have cared so much for the boy, but Peter had been the only person in all of Fallion’s Tears to treat him kindly. It was only fair to repay the favor. Philico rushed around the town, about a mile out, in a festering swarm of hordelings. He could move very fast in this form, but it wasn’t exactly hiding what he was, so he had to stay out here. Once Philico had moved to where he was facing the front entrance of the town, he slowed considerably and reformed in a human shape. Not the same human shape, of course; the Magician was dead (a pity). A new face and new clothes. He doubted Fallion’s Tears would treat a newcomer kindly, but he had to take that chance. It wasn’t as if he was risking himself by coming, anyway. Philico jogged into town, noting the deserted streets. Unsurprising, but not a good sign, though it might have been the late hour. Feeling the tension in the air he slipped into the shadows- Sleepless or not, waltzing out in the open did not seem smart. He crept inward, looking into the windows for any sign of a human form he could talk to. All the homes he passed were dark inside, and visibly empty. Philico drew more troubled by the second. Suddenly he became aware of a figure walking his direction, about a hundred meters out, their footsteps picked up by his enhanced hearing. He slipped further into the alleyway, moving the hordelings that made up his ‘skin’ and ‘clothes’ to better blend in with the shadows; they became darker. And then waited. The figure passed the alleyway, simply walking by without a second glance. It was the one called Illwei, and they had a very obvious spike protruding from them. Philico hissed at the betrayal and kicked himself for giving them so much intel about his own fudged abilities. He had said he couldn’t be manipulated by the Soothers and Rioters because he was in his own coppercloud, but really it was just that emotional Investiture had no effect on a being such as he was. And to think they had shared suspicions… A low growl sounded in his throat. It seemed Fallion’s Tears had fallen to the Spiked. Were the townsfolk dead, deserted, or hiding? Perhaps all three? If so, which group was Peter among? Invigored with new haste, Philico stepped out of the alleyway. Illwei had gone to wherever they were going, and so he went the other way, again looking through any windows for signs of life. Nothing moved. Until something did. It was in a very small building, only one room. Philico had glanced in the window only for a second, but had seen something shifting in the darkness. He stopped and peered through again, unsure if he had imagined it. “Hello?” he whispered. “I’m a friend. Not Spiked.” He wasn’t sure how much that would be believed, but he had to try. It was evidently enough, or perhaps the individual figured that if Philico knew of their presence anyway, there was no point in hiding. The door opened quietly and a middle-aged woman nervously waved him inside. “Help us.” she whispered once the door was latched tightly. Useless, with the open window. Help. Philico had tried that already. It hadn’t been enough. “I’m looking for a boy.” he said instead. He lifted his hand a few feet above the ground “About this tall, goes by the name of Peter?” The woman’s eyes widened. “You didn’t see him run off? Lord Ruler knows he’s the lucky one.” Chills ran down Philico’s theoretical spine, and not just from the strangeness of the woman swearing by the very thing enslaving her. “What? Please, tell me more.” The woman pointed the direction of the town’s main entrance. “Ran off that way just a day or two ago, talking about some magic sword that would free the town.” Philico’s hands seized up, the hordelings momentarily coming loose. He quickly regained his composure, but somehow had a sick feeling despite having no organs. “No one stopped him?” The woman looked grim. “I’m sorry. Everyone is too scared to do much these days.” Except Peter. “Thank you for the information. Preservation bless.” And he dissolved right in front of her, scurrying under the door as fast as he could. Philico didn’t particularly mind giving the woman a likely shock; she had likely seen stranger things living here. Hours flew by as he raced along the main path. How far could Peter have possibly gone? It had only been a day and a half. But, thankfully, he soon saw a small form curled up next to a boulder. Philico quickly approached the figure, and was beyond relieved to see that it was Peter, fast asleep. Now that Philico knew he was safe, he could chuckle at the fact that the boy had ran away from his town chasing something made-up to try to liberate it. Philico reformed as his Magician form, the one Peter would know, cloak and all. He crouched down, and reaching out for the boy’s shoulder, jostled him awake. “Hey, Peter.” Peter’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and he yawned. “Mr. Phil?” he said, not seeming the least surprised to see him there. “I’m doing what Draimon did, and going to find the sword!” Philico shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.” “Why? Is Fallion’s Tears safe?” Philico paused. He couldn’t lie to the boy, not now. “The struggle is over.” Peter smiled. Now Philico could feel guilty. “Can I go back?” he asked. “I don’t think that would be wise.” Philico said gently. “I’ll take you somewhere else where you can be safer and grow up.” Peter nodded. “Okay.” Philico let a grin break on his face. “Want to see one more magic trick?” Peter’s smile grew wider. “Yes!” Philico stepped back and spread his arms. And dissolved. Peter’s eyes grew wide, but he made no sound, just simply put his hands to his mouth. Philico moved like a blanket, sliding under Peter. The boy laughed as Philico formed a makeshift chair, and then began rushing down the plains. There would be another town further on, a safer one. Peter whooped the whole way. When shadowed buildings appeared on the horizon, Philico was sad to let the boy go. Peter didn’t ask how Philico had done what he did, which Philico appreciated. At the new town’s entrance, Philico dropped Peter off and reformed as a human. “Goodbye, Peter.” Peter surged forward, wrapping Philico in a hug, Philico took a step back, surprised, but awkwardly returned the gesture. Hugging wasn’t his… thing, but he supposed from this child it was acceptable. “I’ll miss you.” Peter said. Philico nodded sharply, mouth in a line. And then left, and just like that, Peter was gone. Philico doubted he would ever see the boy again, but in the grand scope of the cosmere that would be fine. But here, in this specific scene of Philicodraimon’s life, he knew he had been touched by a pure spirit. One better than any other on this planet, one that would stick with him to the end of his days. But… now what? Where to next? These thoughts flew through his mind as he skittered over hills and through plains. Well, while he was on Scadrial, Philico figured he might as well check out what was happening in Luthadel. The city had a habit of getting into… interesting situations. Philico changed his course, and didn’t look back. Not even figuratively.
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Ah, well in that case, we agree
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I don't think the teams are equal because of the knowledge (though limited) the elim factions do have. I think that Cett and Straff's teams are likely the same size (maybe one is larger or smaller depending on roles, but I doubt it) and the village team is probably larger. Looking at the numbers... my guess would be 10/4/4 or 8/5/5, with a slight preference towards 10/4/4, but that's just going with my gut I've never seen a game like this play out so TJ could have done anything. I'm with Ash on Gneorndin vs Zane- I think the randomness is a pretty large crutch but Atium and Duralumin are strong. Yeah, where else would we vote? Ninja'd by Archer.
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I’m kinda busy right now, but a post to say hello, I’m here I’ll reread the rules later, when I have more time, likely this afternoon. (Oh, a side note being that I probably won’t be as active this game cause I’ll be running the LG after Kas’, though when exactly that will start I don’t know. It might not impact that much.)
