The Unknown Medallion

...My brain just melted. Edit: Disregard, Shard messed up.

Not consensus, 50% need to be voting period. So if 6 people vote, whoever has the most votes dies.

MR58 Day One: Opening Thoughts Thishimat glanced around the room. Studying the expressions of the people gathered. He knew that they had been holding private talks the entire night. Discussing what should be discussed during the meeting, but fearing what the others would think of them for blasting their thoughts into the world. Storms, this was difficult business. "Um, any motions?" He ventured. A few sharp glares, quickly stifled, told him that he shouldn't have said that. Oops. Elhodin gave him a pitying look. Thishimat was briefly annoyed, he didn't want the man's pity, but knew that was without reason. Elhodin grabbed a few papers. "I have some slight changes that I would like to suggest, simple things to save humans from the poisons some of the less scrupulous Exterminators have utilized. We have always frowned upon such measures, but there hasn't been any legislature prohibiting it." Elhodin passed a paper to the man next to him, who glanced over it before handing it to the man to Thishimat's right. He looked over it, it seemed agreeable. He nodded and passed it along. There were a few objections from various council members, but in short time that was worked out, and the paper was given to Renaram, the head scribe, who drafted another document to pass around. Thishimat was awed at his speed. Before the papers reached Thishimat, a knock came from the door. Kelenar stood up, and walked towards the door. He opened it to find a messenger looking out of breath. "Jaxondrell has fled the city, they found a note in his room. 'I did not come here for politics, I thought I left that all behind when I left the Basin. I have friends here, so farewell to them, and may Odium overlook your city.' " The messenger said, almost in one breath. "Take that as you will." Thishimat's heart froze. Calum had said that name when he died. 'I stand above the world, living stone below my feet, and the flying servants of Odium all around me.' Elhodin hobbled over. "Who will take his place?" The messenger was overshadowed by another man stepping around him. A wicked smile on his face, "Me." ~======€ Welcome to Day One of Mid-Range Game 58. Things to Note: PMs are closed, but the thread is open. If you neither post three times nor vote, you will be warned for inactivity. Have fun! Players:

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The look on her face faded slightly. "I'm Instance." She looked around. "Do they expect us to cook?" Instance enjoyed cooking, well, not with meat, but otherwise she found it enjoyable.

"Sure."

Napollo honed in on the voice. He couldn’t go back on his word, not and keep the audiences favor. Running was the cowardly option, and Napollo never took the cowardly option. "Ay." He stepped toward the voice. "I'm Napollo, you?"

MR58 Night Zero: A Mysterious Absence Thishimat glanced around the room. He tapped his fingers on his leg. He always arrived early, perhaps too early, to his appointments. It was chilly, despite the normal weather here. He had only come to Klna three years ago and still hadn't adjusted to the weather. It wasn't the Frostlands, which Thilkish had visited once during Gavilar Kholin's reign. That was what, six years ago now? Time slipped away faster than stormlight from a shattered gem. He looked around again. He came far too early. Earlier he had thought that everyone would be early to a meeting as important as this, and yet none were here. He had come an hour early, so maybe that had something to do with it. He got a bad feeling in his gut. He looked around again, slightly hunched over. Was that someone there in the shadows? He looked closer, but he still couldn't quite tell. A skyeel floated out of the alley, and Thishimat breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a hand grasp his shoulder and he yelped, jumping slightly. ~======€ Elhodin fixed his stare on the scared young man. "Easy boy, nothing to worry about." The young man stammered for a moment before finally forming his words. "S-s-sir, good morning." "Good morning, son. Early, are we?" The man smiled nervously. "I like to be punctual, sir." "Early is not punctual. I always arrive early, yet I am not punctual. It pays to be on time, early is better. Once I would have been as early as you, but my old age made me miscalculate, so here I am." Before the man could respond, feet clicked on the ground as Chanoral and Genorin walked towards them, arm in arm. Elhodin smiled a genuine smile. "Greetings friends." "Early as always, old friend," remarked Chanoral. Elhodin, always the quieter of the two, simply gave a nod in response. A small amount of time later, yet more people approached. "Shall we get the meeting started? By my count only Jaxondrell and Amirim are missing," Shalith said from the head of the group. That was standard, Jaxondrell was the least punctual man Elhodin had ever met. Amirim, however, that was odd. He was not normally early, but he at least showed up on time. Elhodin's thoughts were interrupted by the man he had talked to moments ago. "Amirim will not be attending. I was selected to go in his place." Shalith only just now seemed to take notice of the young man. "Do you know why Amirim is not here?" "All I was told was that he was taking a trip on short notice." An odd expression crossed Shalith's face. "Welcome, Councilor…" She let it trail off, the question clear. "Thishimat, Councilor Shalith." She nodded, calculating. "Welcome." All cordiality gone from her demeanor. "I motion we start without Councilor Jaxondrell." "Seconded," spoke one of the councilors Elhodin was less familiar with. Hands rose, a clear majority, and the meeting began. ~======€ Welcome to Night Zero of Mid-Range Game 58. Things to Note: As this is a Night Turn, you may not post, but you may put any Night actions in. If you haven't received your GMPM yet, PM me to let me know. Have fun! Players: This Turn will end Thursday, May 26th at 2:00 PM Mountain Time.

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Napollo paused, listening, he thought he had heard something. He heard slight breathing, not animalistic, human. "I heard you. Come out, I won't hurt you." Yet, but the audience didn't know that.

Underline my own. You say that there would be obvious signs everywhere, but then say that we are complete random chance. The evidence of creation is that that random chance happened. I think the big thing about evolution and other Atheistic beliefs vs creation is that it's basically replacing God with randomness (and sometimes time). To you, putting God in feels like reaching, but to me and many religious people saying randomness is the reason feels reaching. I honestly believe that everything you have randomness doing is just most people's (mostly subconscious, but sometimes otherwise) way of taking God out of the system. I think there is a case to be made that Atheism is just replacing a loving God with an uncaring completely random deity that Atheists choose to not worship. Look at your own arguments, what do most people belief about what God has done that you wouldn't put down to chance?

Genoro walked down the stairs until he reached the ground floor. He stepped out the door to find his mistress looking bored. He has expected to have to separate her and her mother. "Mistress." The girl had an angry light to her eyes. "Have all my things been delivered?" "Yes, mistress." "Let's go up then." They used the elevator to reach the top floor. Genoro accompanied Instance until they reached her room. "I am sorry, mistress, but I must leave for my own rooms now." Genoro would have to sleep in the city as servants weren't given rooms in the dorms themselves. "Wait, I thought you were to stay with me?" "I am not allowed, mistress. I will meet with you daily however." She pursed her lips. "Very well. Good day, Genoro." She entered the room and gasped at how small it was, quickly followed by another gasp when she saw someone else in the room. "I have to share this abysmally small room with someone else‽" @JesterLavorre

This starts after mine does, so I think I can pull it off. I'll be ExMach Inadeus, a luck epic, who promptly had his powers shift to being a chromium ferring upon arrival to Scadrial, which happened because he took a wrong turn into a dark alley, which was luckily a wormhole to the cosmere.

@Knight of Iron @Channelknight Fadran "Sorry Mistress," Genoro said with a slight smile. "I am not a student, I was merely delivering my mistress' items. Good day."

Nobody. Well, if you die you're going to be told that you were killed by skyeels and can guess from that. The night they target, because they aren't thematically killing the person, their digging up dirt then showing it to the council to get them thrown out. Yes. Not Exterminators though. Yes.

Genoro stepped into the doom room, unlocking the door with the key card his mistress had given him. He towed the luggage inside, arranging the things in exactly the way his mistress liked, or as similar as it could get in this dorm. Genoro then went downstairs to accompany his mistress to her room, but he ran into someone. @JesterLavorre

Which would that replace?

Are you holding it vertical? That looks identical to my phone when I hold it sideways.

"You see anyone else around here?"

Any game is, really. This is a slightly abnormal game, although it is more similar to games played elsewhere.

Blasphemy. Under my body if I'm awake, in the hamper or under the sheets in my closet if I'm not. Also always have three in the room, because at first they'll only get one, if they catch on they'll start getting two, but it'll take them forever to get three. How many more nukes should have been fired in the history of the world?