Ashbringer

Oh. How am I... oh... I might read you. Maybe. Don't know. Hmmm. Okay I got a rollover to go get ready to do then I'll try and come back to this.

Just over 2 hours until rollover!

Vote Count: Shining Silhouette / Ookla the Debonair (2): Archer / Ookla the Paragrapher, Elkanah JNV (2): Shining Silhouette / Ookla the Debonair, Tani / Ookla the Implosion Turtle / Ookla the POKE VOTE (1): JNV Chantara (1): Araris Valerian

xinoehp512 / Ookla the Forgotten has requested a pinch hitter and has been replaced by @Amanuensis! Welcome them to the game!

Currently I’m quite tired, and if I wake up at the same time I did yesterday it’ll be 3 hours after rollover. I went straight from DnD to Left4Dead. Do we want to split the votes a lot? I guess there’s a greater chance of Apprentices with vote manip. Hard to tell without a lot of greened out votes. … wait hang on are all the trains one vote now? Great. This again. Of the group, Bookwyrm. Don’t want to exe Mad or (right now) Fifth (or me). And Bookwyrm’s C2 reactions still feel strange to me.

Why am I getting a Drake-profile-picture notification for Fadran posting

LG91 Day 5: Death of Dali and The Daughter The Tukari had grown bold as of late. Earthen Truth was on a level of lockdown, with the wandering about at night closely monitored. Dali-son-Nar had been waiting for a moment he could reveal what he knew, but first he had to sleep as most men did, and couldn't exactly do that out in the streets. He opened the door, and the neighboring houses heard a shout, and nothing more. Izzy-daughter-Ammi had been waiting for the moment to reveal herself too. The lines of Connection she saw... they'd shifted in interesting patterns, concentrated in the folk who gathered in the square. Even as the people died, the Honorblades remained. Stone Shamanism had guided her and her fellows long, and it did not fail her. But even with one of the blades at her side, she couldn't access its abilities within, and despite her other guards against attack Progression was out of her reach. Which left her defenseless when someone came attacking with a Shardblade or Honorblade of their own. And the town of Earthen Truth awoke to the deaths of Dali-son-Nar and the Daughter of Shinovar. The Unknown Novel / Ookla the Unknown was killed! They were a member of the Shin High Council! Alvron was killed! They were the Stone Shaman and the Bearer of Kalak's Honorblade! Kalak's Honorblade is available to be claimed by Alvron's killer! If it remains unclaimed, it will be redistributed at the end of the Day Turn. The turn will end on Sunday, December 4th at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

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I don't know what to think of Bookwyrm. They were one of the main people who protested against both the Xino and Silho trains C2 for having essentially no reasons, but were also a part of the early Fifth train that could have many of the same complaints. They did give a reason for voting Fifth, but more that he was a part of the Szeth voters + a gut read. I feel like if I'd want to go after people for C2 voting patterns again, I'd rather do Fadran than Bookwyrm. But the reasons I was looking at Fadran were mostly the same reasons I was looking at Silho. That and saying "Bookwyrm the Perpetual"... slightly breaks my brain Drake

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Byron sighed to himself as he jogged. He would be late. This is why he didn't like making appointments. You never know when some maniac with a billboard will scare you half to death and make you lose five minutes of time. His bubble should be under control now. But still, he was late. Byron carefully made his way inside, trying to note if anything had changed as his aura passed the threshold. A few bumps. Aluminum was everywhere in the Alleyverse. But his bubble was on low enough it shouldn't make a big difference. Unless anyone had anywhere else to be, but from the ad he'd seen passing by it wasn't a timed operation. A real operation. It had been a while since he'd done one of those. Opportunism had gotten him far enough on Roshar. But this was certainly not Roshar. There were five people who looked like adventuring hopefuls, along with a pair who seemed older, speaking to them. He thought that was it. It's what his still somewhat addled brain saw. He'd been in the hospital... not too long ago. He'd given up keeping track. The lady had just finished describing most of the task. "Sorry I'm late," he said, overly quickly. "I'm... are we introducing? I'm Byron." Did he have any questions? Too many, most likely. "What item specifically are we looking for? And... what should we do with anything else we find?"

Shining. I don't really know what to think. But the exe being one vote further of manip range would be preferred, and Shining has a few reasons between the C2 survival and their votes. Hopefully will be on for rollover, but class tomorrow is just watching a video so I may not be awake.

LG91 Night 4: Battar Up The death of a warrior shook the city of Earthen Truth. They may be lower in the class, but when they were needed they were loyal and true. And an expert at dealing with infiltrators. So for one to die in the night, with little more than a nameless grunt as recompense, the city was on edge even with Stick taken care of. Egg-son-chicken had claimed to hold an Honorblade. One with Surges capable of stopping such an act. Well, that part had been true at least. The bloodthirsty citizens soon found that not every such event was a traitor over a tragedy. Cash67 was executed! They were a member of the Shin High Council and the Bearer of Battar's Honorblade! Battar's Honorblade has been redistributed! Vote Count: Cash67 (6): Turtle / Ookla the POKE VOTE, Araris Valerian, Shining Silhouette / Ookla the Debonair, InfiniteInsanity, Archer / Ookla the Paragrapher, Tani / Ookla the Implosion xinoehp512 / Ookla the Forgotten (1): Cash67 The turn will end on Friday, December 2nd at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

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My essay was delayed and so I actually do have some time today... let's see what we got. This spoiler is just assembly of the vote things for now, analysis / thoughts below: ... okay that took like half an hour no thoughts head empty Both Shining and Fadran changed their votes around a lot without much in the way of justifications, and as far as I can see haven't given reasons for their vote hopping. Drake also did a lot of vote changes, but did give a list of reasons this cycle. Wizard and Devotary both voted late when it was down to Shining vs Xino and chose opposite sides. Fifth gave all the reasonings which... if nothing else I appreciate and can hopefully do something with later, but for now I've got some other suspicion avenues anyway. Bookwyrm had a stable vote on Fifth even after that train collapsed, which is interesting considering their post when they voted seeming willing to drop off. Combined with them voting Fifth for gut and then later repeatedly pointing out the lack of reason in many Shining/Xino votes. @Ookla the [Redacted], @Ookla the Debonair, do you have any reasonings for your initial C2 votes? @Ookla the Perpetual, did your gut read on Fifth change much over C2 or to now?

The Dark was stronger. Kalabel wasn't a huge fan of metaphors. Similies, sure, comparing things was fun. But they were also as obvious as a smoking boilerplate. Metaphors were more like a locked servo. Maybe it was simple, maybe it wasn't. And that uncertainty made even the simple answers complicated. She hadn't been in space very much. A few times, like when some navigator drone broke down in orbit and Galtaran told her to go and fix it. She still wasn't sure if that was meant to be a favor or was more him being lazy, but she'd appreciated the trip up. Mostly it was internal, but the artificial gravity system was interesting. As was the view. So many stars. So much more Darkness around them. Sure, the lights shown through the darkness, burning bright, but the darkness still threatened to overwhelm it at any moment, threatening to collapse them into fragments or holes of darkness or just swallow them. See, this is why she didn't like metaphors. She took them too far. Jedi were light, and Sith were dark, but how far did that go? And where was she? Kalabel mostly looked at the world as it came to her: dusty, dangerous, but brimming with a place she had purpose. Even if her purpose was just helping Galtaran, even if she wasn't somehow the Chosen One Of Junction Boxes, she was learning, and eventually she'd be one of the better technicians on Korriban. But right now, with Sith and Jedi and - as she tuned in a bit more to the shouts from a seperate direction - something called a terentatek, was that enough? Kalabel nodded to Sajhe, took one last look at the door, then called Bar9 over and found a corner of the cantina. She needed to think. Or rather, spend a bit of time thinking about something else. Bar9 settled in and opened a small compartment, revealing a small red glow. Much easier to think with something in your hands.

Vote Count: Cash67 (4): Turtle / Ookla the POKE VOTE, Araris Valerian, The Unknown Novel / Ookla the Unknown, Tani / Ookla the Implosion Archer / Ookla the Paragrapher (1): Cash67 JNV (1): Archer / Ookla the Paragrapher Turn ends in about 13 hours!

Any exe this cycle should be based on a suspicion. I’m not voting until I find one. Because as far as I can tell all three trains last cycle were for reasons of pressure or for voting Fifth for pressure. Actually, no. Can everyone go back to their C2 votes and explain why they did them? Because there were so many without one.

... huh? If you mean Transformation, it's a night action that gives you information on the night->day rollover. So whatever results it gives will match the Honorblade list for that next Day.

Okay, turns out Engineering is going to take up all of my time and then some. Fifth. I had reasons for that vote, but they weren't reasons of suspicion, and of the several votes that followed I'm pretty sure none had reasons, which... I do not like. Plus Fifth got pressured enough that assuming we both survive I can at least look at something. I'm not going to replace my vote just yet, as I don't really have the time to think a target over, but I could be convinced to go on Xino or Shining. I should be on at End of Day, if not for long. Wednesdays are busy too.

LG91 Day 4: Destination Death stalked through the packed dirty streets of Earthen Truth. On this night, Kvaseth shadowed him. He squeezed past clusters of Shin, the faded brown of his hooded cloak bringing about little comment. Near the vineyards and mountain slopes, it would have. But Earthen Truth was meant to be a trap for the Tukari and warriors, those who subtracted were all over the city. In Earthen Truth, Kvaseth was just another killer among others. "What are you doing?" the spren asked, flitting about his shoulder. "Shhh," he murmured, absently. "I'm following him." "Why?" "Because I think he's Tukari," Kvaseth said. "Are the Tukari bad?" she asked. An odd question for a windspren, Kvaseth thought. But he supposed it was odd enough that this windspren seemed to have taken an interest in him. "Maybe," he said, after a long moment's pause. "They desecrate the stone. But this one. He kills others for the Blades of the Heralds. So yes, he is bad." He hesitated. "And I'm trying to stop him before he kills more people." Saying it aloud, it felt more weighty. Like his stone. Like an oath. "Good," the windspren said. He looked at her. "It's important. Feels important." "Yeah," said Kvaseth. "It is." - The Tukari, if he was Tukari, for Kvaseth had his doubts, no matter how diligently he studied the patterns of Earthen Truth, paused outside an all-too-familiar window. A light glowed through the window, and Kvaseth swore quietly to himself. The killer he was hunting wasn't going after a bearer of an Honorblade tonight. He was aiming to strike at the High Council themselves. He yelled and charged, sword hissing free of the scabbard in a lunge. No more killing. No more subtracting. No more, save for this one. He had already sold his soul as collateral, years ago, after all. Startled, the killer spun about, and Kvaseth's sword slashed out in a bright arc, cleaving through his calf. Blood spurted out. A bright red, one that never ceased to startle Kvaseth. He thought he'd never get used to it. Kvaseth returned to Windstance, grimly satisfied. He'd hit something vital, at least. "You," snarled the killer. "What?" said a voice Kvaseth knew only too well. Oh, the great storming blithering fool. The killer seemed to gather his strength for a lunge. Kvaseth charged to stop him, shoving him aside. He felt a sharp, deep pain in his stomach. Oh. He'd miscalculated. Not a sword. Knives. The killer stabbed him, again and again. Kvaseth did what you almost never did: he dropped his sword. It wasn't going to help in a knife fight. He scrabbled for advantage, slamming his fist into the killer's elbow again and again until the knife dropped from the killer's fingers. He was bleeding out, Kvaseth remembered. His stomach was on fire. It was a matter of time. He just had to hold on. Hell of a way to go, Kvaseth figured. He never thought he'd end up saving Vartan's life, but you never chose who you were protecting. Esaan would've understood, he thought. He found himself smiling, even through the pain, as he struggled to hold the killer down until the Tukari hireling grew limp. And then, only then, Kvaseth let go, allowed himself to roll off and just lie on the packed dirt. The light of the windspren winked, somewhere overhead. He wished he could figure out why she looked so worried. So terrified. "Tukari assassin," Kvaseth gasped, as Vartan's thunderous face swam into view. "I know that," Vartan snapped. "What did you think you were doing?" "Saving you," Kvaseth managed. So tired. The world swam at the edges. "Keeping you alive. Doing what Esaan told me to do. Making it right." "Subtracting never did," Vartan scowled. "I never understood you. You were one who adds. And you threw all of that away to pick up a sword, to subtract of all the damned things you could do!" He grabbed Kvaseth by the shoulders, shaking him. It hurt. It hurt so much, but he couldn't seem to find the strength to protest. "I never understood what Esaan saw in you. She always insisted that there was something more, something great. She was a great fool." "Once," Kvaseth whispered, "Nurturing the land, bringing forth life...Once I believed as you did. The words of the shamans were to me as breath and water. But when the raiders came, and no one did anything...how could I continue to believe? When the choice was between fire and the death of everything that mattered and the sword...If a man's philosophy does not let him protect his people, his home, and his family...what good can it do for the world?" "It is not your place to question the shamans," Vartan said. There was the spren again. Kvaseth thought he had seen her, so many times, on his late night walks through Earthern Truth. Funny little spren. The memories were slipping back, memories of blood. Kneeling in the burning fields, cradling his little ones in his arms, blood all over his hands. He had picked up the sword and damned himself and it hadn't even mattered. The raiders had gotten there first. Killed them all. All his little ones. Even Inis. She had died trying to protect them. He had been...he had been... Too late. Despair rose inside him, so thick he could choke on it, like the stench of soot and ash and smoke in his lungs, like the sharp copper scent of spilled blood, the iron tang of the scythe he'd snatched up and used to kill two of the raiders. "So pick something else," the spren said. Her shape winked, uncertainly. A flare of pale light in the darkness. "You can do that, right? Choose to protect. Pick a better set of beliefs." It was so close he could almost reach out and put his hand on it. "The Words," she urged him. "Say them. Believe them. Start again, Kvaseth. Choose better this time." He smiled. A funny idea, that. Starting again. Choosing better. As though he could undo it all. He would have given anything, anything at all to be running through the fields again, to hear them laughing, to gather them up in his arms again. "It isn't possible," Vartan said. "It isn't possible!" "Kvaseth," the spren called. Urgency. He didn't understand why. "You have to say the Words!" "Life..." Kvaseth whispered. "...Before...death." He was walking along a path of packed dirt, along a familiar little crooked road. "It is a lie," Vartan growled. "They are gone! They are gone for good!" "Say them all," urged the spren. "Strength," Kvaseth managed. He needed strength. He reached out and grasped the wooden bars of the gate, undid the latch, and let himself through. And beyond, sprawling as far as the eye could see, were rich fields of golden grain, ripening. He brushed his hand through the stalks and laughed. "...Before weakness." He walked through the fields, first. And then slowly, he broke into a jog, and then a run. Funny that he no longer hurt. The weight of the sword was the first to go. And then the stone. The stone he had carried for so long, a stone to match the one in his heart, the deaths he had carried with him. Laughter. He heard them laughing. His children, his wife, calling to him. "Journey," Kvaseth whispered. But his journey had come to an end. He had found his destination. He had come home, at long last. The last wisps of light faded away as his eyes closed for the last time. Kvaseth died smiling. Kasimir was killed! They were a member of the Shin High Council! He also wrote this Death RP! A Highstorm arrived! Everyone carrying an Honorblade gained 2 Stormlight. (If I didn't already get it to you, let me know.) The turn will end on Thursday, December 1st at 11:00 PM PST. Player List:

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