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Lord Faleast watched the swift execution of the Coinshot with mild interest. Shooting coins at a man clearly obeying orders was, of course, a very condemning action, but it was the swiftness of the reaction that interested him. This room could explode into violence faster than a Steelpush, and Faleast had no intention of making any enemies tonight. He made sure to move extra slowly as he sat down into an available chair at someone’s table. There would come a time to take action in this matter, but for now, Faleast felt secure. He was new to the organization, and while not as new as some, that could make somewhat of a target on his back. But for now, people were merely pointing blame at the individuals they knew about: this event was a perfect time for enemies to try and get revenge and for deteriorating friendships to fly apart. Hopefully by the time anyone came around to asking him questions, he would have a way to prove his relative innocence. But for now, Lord Faleast leaned back in his chair, arms folded around his body, ears open to the arguments around him. He would join once there was a glimmer of information he could receive. ----------------- I'm honestly worried about the Kandra. It seems that whoever it is must have some ability that we don't know about, otherwise like said in the starting thread the Kandra can only win if a last remaining Village and Elim get rid of each other. It doesn’t seem like the Kandra is a rewritten SK role, as the Village/Elims can win over its head (unlike, say... Bleeder). Which means I suspect that the Kandra, if not killing, may have some impersonation abilities. Something to perhaps mimic a deceased role or "transfer" the role of Kandra from one player to another. But I agree it shouldn't be the village's priority. It's a danger we need to watch out for, but it's also a rabbit hole that we need to watch out for. Elims we know can kill, and are probably easier to read. Better to face the known than the unknown. Lastly, I can provide some commentary if needed on why I think people are doing what, but keep in mind I have no idea how people "usually" sound or post. So I can be a fresh perspective, but probably not a completely trustworthy one. But please let me know if I completely misunderstand something. ... Copy and pasting from Word to make sure I hit 200 words is a little unexpected challenge.
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Tyrian watched as yet another person joined the group of people in the back of the street. The Leecher seemed to have suddenly recovered from his wounds, and he looked eager for a fight. The familiar boy looked scared but defiant, and the woman and the newcomer seemed... hesitant. Tyrian's eyes narrowed. They would make easy targets if their spokesman acted in haste. Behind him, he heard a scraping noise. Silas was doing... something. Better freeing himself, or perhaps doing something with his sickle. He still held a weapon, but the Radiant was unarmed. Tyrian knew that could change very quickly. Perhaps Cinder was right. It was better to be cautious. Neither party said anything. The Radiant stood still, refusing to back down or answer his question. Silas kept scratching at his bonds. What is taking him so long? Cinder flew into his ear and whispered a phrase. Tyrian nodded. "Go investigate the four. See who they are. Why they are here," he again attempted to whisper. He didn't really care if the Radiant heard. He just needed something to change. His grip on his sickle tightened. He went over Cinder's plan. It played well into his own. "Oh, there will be change. Great change." :-:-:-:-:-: Byron gawked at the standoff between Althea and the monster. They just... didn't move. That wasn't what he knew of the fiend. But all the same... it was definitely him. It. Whatever the thing was now. Suddenly he felt his head pound, as if something was trying to crush it from the inside. It felt... no, he wasn't having a fit. At least not the same as earlier. He felt a... spark. Behind them, to the right... there. The lightspren had followed them? How?
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Why write in a doc if you’re completely alone? Why not just remember or jot it down somewhere else? I wonder... mayhaps this Kandra will be sneakier than we expect. I have a suspicion.
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... Wait, can the Village win over the Kandra’s head? Is the Kandra an SK or just a neutral party?
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... ninja’d xD Although the Kandra has to be last one standing, but it looks like the Village can win over the Kandra’s head
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Washington as well! Well, game starts at 8:00 pm for me, so may post then, may post in the morning. Depends on... well, a lot of things. Edit: Why do I ALWAYS start a new page without context...
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I just hope nobody reads me being nervous/new to this as trying to hide something... Alas, no bets for me, unless anyone wants to bet on how many Feruchemy charge stacks I’ll have when I die. Does it really all start in 15 minutes? I must have miscounted the starting time. Darn time zones, why can’t everyone live in PST. ... Ninja’d but I’m still confused. How long must we wait?
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Like an Elim kill, or a “we have Coinshots” kill?
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Cool! So its two actions per day-night cycle, regardless of when during the day they're used? I'm assuming Storing a charge is day, and either has effects day or night.
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Wait, I thought actions were only at night? I was imagining a Connector (especially Connector Elim) hijacking an entire lynch cycle for a completly different target, or tying the vote between many different targets. Which I guess isn't as potent as Soulbearer, but still potentially problematic. So you can still use what someone PM's you while interacting in the main thread, but not reply to the PM? I think that makes sense. I'm assuming I can still ask technical questions to moderators if I don't get something. (Although I suppose I can just ask here...)
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@bees?
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Depends if everyone's a Twinborn. Windwhisperer/Sparker just sound hilariously fun, and same with Slider. Soulbearer/Connector has the potential to, if not "break" the game, completely derail the lategame with any Allomantic ability. Everything else is essentially what I know. I've played mafia before, and had a brief jaunt playing Town of Salem before the lack of a functioning filter got to me/my parents. So I know some of the the mechanics, although not the whole bluffing/reading mindgames. One last (definitely) question: are there any special rules for PMs? Besides the Tineye requirement and no copy-pasting. Is there any limit to PMing people/in-game info? I'm used to being able to "whisper" to people, where you can say anything but people see who you're talking to. That's not how it works here, but I can't really tell And with the Windwhisperer, if storing and they get PM'd, are they just supposed to read it and not answer, or ignore it?
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Does F-Duralumin moving votes also cancel your own vote? Also, for Archivists, is the fact-finding limited to once per turn?
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Technically I broke the game before it started with a Coinshot-Soulbearer! Or at least I was the first one to see it. Or at least I was the first one to see it who was dumb enough to blab about it. Anyway, I want my brownie.
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Byron stared. He knew that... thing. The monster from Roshar. He had followed him. Followed him as a friend. And he'd become... this. He turned to Aln. "That one... he'll kill us if he gets the chance. He'll kill Althea." "I know him." He turned back toward the standoff, trying to keep his bubble as fast as possible, watching Althea face the prisoner and the monster. He reached into his cloak and rested his hands on two knives - one steel, one glass. He wouldn't interfere unless he needed to. You're kidding yourself if you think you won't. :-:-:-:-:-: Tyrian was walking back towards where his other sickle lay when the door decided to melt. He froze, tensed. A woman stood next to the van's now-open wall, hand in midair. She'd evidently Soulcast the wall, although Tyrian couldn't see any bracelet on the woman's arm. Radiant. "Hello? What is going on here?" the woman asked. She didn't appear to be any constable, but Tyrian could feel the frustration on her voice. She obviously didn't approve of whatever she thought had happened. "Is that your concern?" Tyrian growled. He started to raise his sickle. Cinder rushed out from his cape, flying next to his ear. "We have no idea who she is. We can't just attack a random individual. She hasn't done anything evil." "She interfered," Tyrian attempted to whisper. It still reverberated off the walls. "Is that not evil?" Cinder's mouth gaped, as much as a spren's mouth could. "No! It isn't evil to walk-" He paused. "At least see what she has to say?" "Fine. I wait for her. And him," he said, nodding his head towards Silas, "and them," pointing toward the group of... three? That storming woman had moved the Leecher. He was collapsed on the street, moving slowly, attended by another masked woman and a boy. The boy looked... familiar. Strange. Tyrian turned, keeping his sickle held lazily in his hand, and started walking to where his other lay. Instead of picking it up, he kicked it, sliding it towards Silas. "Do you have anything else to say?" he said, glancing between the interloper and the prisoner.
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Byron sneezed.
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Tyrian stared at the prisoner. He was awake, now, but still seemed to be rather... stuck. He rolled his eyes - well, eye - and stepped back from the Leecher, who seemed to be trembling more than ever. Is this man evil? Cinder whispered, still searching for the Radiant’s highspren. Is this right? Yes. It is. “I was told you could free yourself easily,” Tyrian replied. “That I was here as... insurance. And you ask me to unchain you? To leave one of these animals alive for you to slaughter?” He turned and grunted. “Fine. No, I don’t have a... hacksaw. You may use my sickle, if you wish. Now do you want me to release you, or can you-” Something banged from outside. Tyrian paused. Cinder flew up, carrying a feebly glowing spren, and he took a few lazy swings at it with his smokeheart before finally stabbing it and completing his spike. “We may have a larger problem,” Tyrian said offhandedly. “I believe we have... visitors. Shall we welcome them?” @bees?
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Byron felt the world spin around him as the scenery changed. It wasn't as unfamiliar as he had thought it would be - some form of transportation, likely just Elsecalling. He'd warped himself into the future before, watched lives, buildings, cities, kingdoms build themselves up and then tear themselves apart in what seemed like moments to his eyes. This felt quite different, but also... right. Then fate decided to burst his bubble. Time snapped back to reality's pace with a jolt, stunning Byron. For an instant, he was in a world alien to him. The breeze flowed evenly, rather than burst apart by dilation. The people distantly around him conversed slowly and carefully, not the high-pitched chirps he was used to. The shimmer marking the boundaries of his world were gone. The force of his bubble's momentum-canceling was no longer there, and his adapted muscles collapsed under the sudden relief. And the cadmium metal within his stomach was no longer a blessing, but a death sentence. No. No no no no NO! Byron scrambled, arms and legs trying to find purchase while instinctively fighting an enemy that wasn't there. He was dying. This would kill him. Then, his cadmium flared to life, and Byron breathed a silent sigh. The wind, the people, the bubble all returned to normal. The whole affair had taken about three seconds. Byron stood up, sheepishly. It had been a long time since one of his "fits" from cadmium stopping, let alone have it in front of other people. Let alone the stoic Althea or... Aln. He scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll... I’ll be alright. That... sometimes happens. If my bubble pops. I’ll be alright.” His stomach burned. He groaned. “Although a bit of Regrowth might be nice.” :-:-:-:-:-: Tyrian stared at the Skybreaker, weapons at the ready. He’d only get one chance to use his spike - while strong as it may be, it would only take one hit from that Shardblade to be useless forever. It only takes one hit from a Shardblade to make you useless forever, so stay sharp, Cinder’s voice whispered. Tyrian nodded, mentally. Then he lunged, sickle flashing. The Skybreaker guard raised his sword to meet the hook, but Tyrian wasn’t looking for a bladelock. He caught the blade in his own, then flipped his spike from his left hand up into the air. Then he slapped the flat of the Shardblade. The force of his blow sent the blade rushing over his foe’s shoulder, ripping it out of his hands and dissolving it to mist. The man was shocked, but reacted, stretching forth his other hand to re-summon the weapon. Aiming directly for Tyrian’s heart. Tyrian grabbed his wrist. And burned chromium. The triumphant look on the guard’s face was replaced with a look of bafflement. “My Shardblade...” Then Tyrian grabbed him by the throat, silencing him, slamming him to the floor of the van. “You employ a Leecher,” Tyrian hissed. “You should have known what we were capable of.” He dropped the man’s crushed wrist and reached out his free arm, retrieving the spike from where it lay. “You were... a good warrior. You will be remembered for this battle. But now...” He stabbed him. “You die.” He turned, removing the spike’s smokeheart and turned to see his triumph. The prisoner, freed from his captors. The Thug, broken on the ground. The Coinshot, reduced to ash. The Skybreaker, soul forfeit as part of his plan. The Leecher... The Leecher guard half-sat, half-lay in a corner, eyes wide with terror. Tyrian stalked over to him. Lowered his head, almost bending half at the waist. A small sound escaped from the man’s lips. “Tell me,” Tyrian purred. “What do we do with you?”
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Two questions: can you store a Feruchemical charge as your first action, then tap it as your second? Also, can a Coinshot and Soulbearer do what I think they can do? Because if so...
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I have a computer, I just have to share it with everyone else at home. As opposed to mobile, where I can compulsively check the Alleyverse every half hour... Alright then, I’m in! Playing... Faleast. Here’s hoping that I can figure this all out.
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As someone who has never done this before but has a lot of time to spend, can I join? This looks really fun but really complicated. Also, is it doable to play on mobile? I can’t sit in front of a computer all day.
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Tyrian darted his head back and forth, trying to keep an eye on the three guards. The Leecher still held his knife, while the new guards had sheathed swords and knives. One of them had a package in his hand - it looked like a bag of some kind. He's a Coinshot, Cinder whispered in his mind. Or maybe a Lurcher, but I doubt it. He has those bags of coins. Slightly to his left, the two watched the prisoner - Silas - stand up and then slump back down groggily. I guess he won't help us, either, said Cinder's voice. Tyrian growled, turning his body toward the Leecher, who was still darting his eyes between his attacker and his prisoner. As he did so, the remaining guards circled around, drawing knives. One of them did something with a walkie-talkie: Tyrian didn't see. He did know that he couldn't just stand here in a stalemate for so long. So, he flung himself at the Coinshot. The guard yelped, tearing open his pouch and flinging coins everywhere. Tyrian sucked in Stormlight and made himself frictionless, allowing that and his healing to repair the lacerations the coins gave him. He swung his sickle at the poor guard... only to meet nothing. The guard went flying to the left just as he had swung, then crashed into a wall. He must be Pushing against the walls of the van, Cinder whispered. He'll be hard to catch. The Coinshot shook himself, then joined the other two jailers as Tyrian set his back to the wall. Time to show some real strength. Tyrian swapped his sickle to his left hand, then pushed off the wall, with slippery feet and sticky hands, and crashed into the three with the force of a charging bull. The Coinshot pushed himself to the side, taking only a glancing swipe from his outstreched fist. The Leecher was not so lucky. He dropped to the floor rather than try to parry the blow, but Tyrian still felt a satisfying tug on the end of his sickle. The man cried out, crumpling to the floor, clutching his shoulder. And the middle guard, who had just finished drawing his sword, took Tyrian's headbutt right in the chest. He felt something give, and the man flew back toward the wall where Silas sat, unmoving. He dropped his sword. Then he summoned a Shardblade. Dustmother. The Radiant stood, Stormlight swirling into his mouth from hidden gems, reknitting his bones. The Coinshot stumbled over to him. The Leecher was still down, but not out: Tyrian gave him a kick, sending him rolling out of his way, but still feeling a slight drop in his Investiture. That sickle wound was grave, but he would still be a threat. "This is an Alleycity Guard operation. You are interfering with the general affairs of the city, disturbing the peace, and you have attacked Bly and Simon. I am placing you under detainment with the authority my assignment carries," proclaimed the Radiant. His dark eyes narrowed. "With force, if necessary." Tyrian stopped paying attention. He knew those eyes. He growled. "Skybreaker." The Radiant looked confused. "Well... yes. I carry the authority-" Tyrian didn't let him finish. He thrust a hand into his coat pocket, bringing out a vial of metal. He drained it as the Skybreaker shouted at his Coinshot to do something, but metal vials, especially with Tyrian's muscle speed, were hard to Push on. Besides, Tyrian didn't plan on needing his Chromium today. He inhaled more Stormlight. And flung his sickle at the Coinshot. Again, the man yelped, instinctively Pushing: but the weapon was, of course, aluminum. Otherwise it would have been knocked out of his hand long ago. The Skybreaker had to block the spinning razor with his Shardblade as the man's physical reaction - collapsing - took too slow. In that time, Tyrian rushed, grabbing his other sickle and the Thug's sword off from the ground. He swung with both at the Radiant. The Skybreaker swung to block, and Tyrian caught the blade in his sickle. He smirked. This was the other reason he liked sickles. They were large enough to trap a Shardblade. He pushed forward with the sickle, then swung the sword at the man's head. The Coinshot shouted, and Tyrian's arm was knocked back. Rusts. The sword was steel, not aluminum. Tyrian dropped the sword, then twisted his sickle, shifting the Shard to the Radiant's other side. Putting him between the two guards. Then he made his feet fricitionless. The force of the bladelock sent him rocketing backwards, slamming him into the unfortunate Coinshot and pinning the him to the wall. Tyrian grunted, then started Dividing. The Coinshot screamed. Briefly. Tyrian stepped forward, letting the charred corpse fall behind him. An artistic coating of dust covered his back and his cape. Tyrian glared at the Radiant, the only one left standing. He reached into his cloak, patted his bandolier, and pulled out a long metal spike. "Now," Tyrian snarled. "Where were we?"
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Byron froze. It was his bubble that had messed up the van. If anything had happened to what was inside, it could be his fault. And based on what had happened to him, the inside of the van would be very jumbled thanks to him. And if there were guards going to it... if it was transporting someone, like Althea said... "Let's go," Byron decided, taking her hand.
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Cassandra Adama's Metallurgic Emporium For all your Allomantic, Feruchemical, and Metallurgic needs Open Hours 8:00 AM to 8:00 PM Monday through Saturday *New location of Poller's Sweets and Treats* :-:-:-:-:-: :-:-:-:-:-: Cassie wheeled her cart of supplies back to her shop, a small, two-story spot within one of Alleycity's larger shopping complexes. Cassie had had a long day, out selling various metals, shopping, and Soulcasting. She deserved a bit of a break. She dragged her cart up the two steps and into the building. Inside was the wonder that she had built. A sizeable lobby, with various metal implements and empty metalminds on rotating displays accross the room. Steel bracers. Aluminum swords. Even a small display of the finest electrum jewelry. On the right-hand side stood a workbench with her metallurgists' equipment: a small anvil, several tools, a large set of heavy casts, large ingots of steel, even a smelting oven. On the left-hand side sat her and Poller's little experiment: a candy corner. It had evidently already got some visitors tonight. In the back, there was the main desk, and the main attraction: ten massive mixing tanks embedded in the wall, each containing a well-suspended solution of Allomantic metal flakes. Iron, Steel, Tin, Pewter, Copper, Bronze, Zinc, Brass, Aluminum, Duralumin. The remaining six were in smaller containers within the desk itself: Gold, Electrum, Cadmium, Bendalloy, Chromium, and Nicrosil were too valuable to keep in large quantities. At the desk, slouching in a chair, sat Poller, her new assistant. He snapped to attention as the bell in the door way rung. "Welcome to Cassandra Adama's Metallurgic Emporium! We can supply any metals, be it decorative or industrial, Allomantic or Feruchemical, Soulcast or natural! What can I do for you?" he recited. Then he looked up. "Oh. Hello, Ms. Adama. I thought you were another customer," Poller said abashedly, sinking back into his chair. "It's quite all right, Poller. And call me Cassie; everyone does," she replied, giggling slightly. Poller may not be a master businessman yet, but he certainly had the heart for it. Something about him just broke down any cold exterior she tried to show - he was just so kind and sweet, like the candy he sold. "Now, let's get this shop a little cleaner. I have a feeling we're going to have a lot more customers tonight." Store Catalogue:
