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  1. The Unknown Medallion
    As Xino said, I scanned Archer to make sure he wasn't pulling one over on us. But I also don't think we can rely on any more scans, since JNV showed up red (the correct alignment) and Archer showed up green (the correct alignment) which means the last elim (or one of them) is probably stamped green. It would be pretty dumb if they hadn't already. Edit: So unless we get a red scan that suggests there are two elims remaining, we should just assume any and all green scans are subject to trickery.
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    Sounds like you need new friends.
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    Feels fine, with pretty standard roles. The body hop isn't that far off from a normal kill. After they body hop, does one of the old vessels immediately die? I feel it could be hard keeping up with four accounts.
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    I don't find it particularly far fetched, Archer's reasoning was pretty solid, since he told them early in the cycle, then I think JNV was on, but they waited until Devo (/fifth or whoever) got on to make sure it was okay. JNV voted both of us.
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    I concur with that, Alpha. Archer also noted that JNV posted the "I scanned" thing after Devo showed up, implying that they got permission. I got the signent and checked Archer just in case. He was (duh) village. That does mean the seal hasn't been used yet though. Kinda done role-playing, definitely won't be going for the five a turn.
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    See you on the other side, probably won't be back for the rest of this cycle. Gaovaris circled. Shuffle, step, shuffle, step, shuffle, step, and lunge. He got infuriatingly close to his opponent, but Ki managed to dodge. He swung immediately into a slash, which his opponent was forced to block without his buckler, made even tinier by Ki's immense size. The hot sand was kicked up by their feet, scattering across the arena as their blades crashed back and forth. The merchant watched on, cool and dispassionate. Gaovaris swung his sword, and when it was rebuffed, he stepped back, intentionally sending a spray of sand at the merchant. Gaovaris couldn't waste any time watching the man's expression as Ki lunged forward. Gaovaris stepped to the side. The hulking man was tiring, very few men of his size and speed could go for very long, and it appeared Ki was not one of them. General Tu had said it best, "The biggest army often wins the fight, but for every man you have you need exponentially more supplies." He had spoken of armies, but the same applied to men. Gaovaris spotted an opening. He stepped forward, flicking his blade. It caught leather, then flesh, but he was knocked back, half blinded by a blow to his forehead. He raised his hand to feel it. Blood. That meant this first round was a tie.
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    I'm posting this before I go to bed, hopefully will have time for one more tomorrow. Electing a champion for a duel was technically allowed, but it was rarely done. It was seen as a coward's way out, especially since duels to the death had virtually been eliminated. Apparently this man didn't fear the loss of his reputation. Gaovaris' father had once said, "fear a fearless man." Gaovaris rolled his shoulders, then stepped into the middle of the circle. "If you are too scared to fight me yourself, I won't object, but your man needs to take off that armor only light leathers are allowed in duels." The Ki complied without looking to the merchant. Gaovaris settled into a simple guard. The man looked at the merchant, then walked over to stand in front of Gaovaris. He gave a grim nod, then also settled into a guard. "Count us down," Gaovaris said to the merchant. "One," his whiny voice said. Goodness, Gaovaris did not like that voice. "...Two," he called, stepping out of the bounds of the circle, "and… three!" Gaovaris swung his sword forward tentatively, a cautious attack to gage his opponents skill and aggression. Ki immediately batted the sword away and attacked, lunging forward. Gaovaris was forced to dance away from the blow. His opponent was even more skilled than he had feared. This was going to be a difficult fight.
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    I wasn't asking what you found, merely commenting on your lack of comment. Nor was I asking who you had told, merely whether you had. I assumed you did, but wished to make certain. He twirled the sword experimentally, then moved through a few guard stances. Yes, Gaovaris felt quite good today. A few moments after the time had passed, he wondered if the man would arrive at all. Maybe he was too cowardly to fight a guardsman. Or maybe he was just late. Someone, Gaovaris forgot who, had said, 'Lateness of arrival speaks of lateness of thoughts.' He paced some more, finally, five minutes after the time he had designated in his earlier conversation, he walked back to the weapon rack. He replaced the sword, and was about to hang up the shield when he heard the voice of the merchant. "What do you think you're doing? I seem to recall challenging you to a duel." Gaovaris drew his sword back off the rack and turned to look at the man. He looked much the same, except with a new shirt and companion. Gaovaris frowned upon seeing the newcomer. He was a great hulking brute of a man, covered in studded leather armor with several weapons hanging in various places about his belt, back, and legs. "This is my champion Ki. Ki, meet the guardsman who needs to look where he's going." Gaovaris sighed. This was going to be more complicated than he had thought.
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    I find it interesting that JNV has claimed success but not who he scanned, that seems counterproductive. @JNV, have you at least told people in PMs? Gaovaris nodded at the men he passed. He knew all of them. Most of them he knew quite well. He had been a guard for a decade now, these were his friends and comrades. It comforted him that these would be the men who watched him whoop some rich fop bloody. It wasn't far to the training grounds. He arrived after only a minute or so of walking. It had training dummies over various sizes and states of dress encircling a more open sandy arena with clear marked boundaries. That was where the duel would take place. Tradition said it would be to the first blood three out of five times. The codes of honor said, 'To the death is wasteful, to touch is childish, to blood is inaccurate, but a man cut thrice is no victor.' Gaovaris readied himself, going through a series of stretches while lightly jogging around the perimeter of the circle. First he stretched his arms, shoulders and biceps mostly, then he rolled his neck, then he did leg kicks to stretch his hamstrings. He finished running with only a few minutes until the time he had determined for the duel. He donned some simple leather and grabbed the simple arming sword and buckler that were traditionally used in duels
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    Gaovaris put his hand to the metal handle. Luckily, it was shaded from the burning sun, so it was cool to the touch. He turned it and opened the door, releasing a cacophony of creaks and groans. "You really need to get that door replaced, Sergeant." "Ah, Gaovaris, hello to you too. And I talked to a carpenter about it, he said to oil it and wait until it fell off to fix it, which I seem to recall is-" "Exactly what you said, yes, yes, but that's not why I'm here." Sergeant Fraotona waited expectantly. He waited some more. "...And you're here, why?" "Some rich twerp bumped into me on the way in. Tweaked a nerve or something, and demanded a duel." "A… duel? He challenged a guardsman to a duel?" "I never said he was intelligent. 'The mind breeds money, but money breeds stupidity.' I came in here to tell you I'd be busy for a short time today." "When and where is it?" "About eight minutes from now in the practice grounds." "OK," he said, shaking his head, "I'll see you in a bit then." The sergeant chuckled to himself as Gaovaris walked away. He walked out the door and began the trek to the practice grounds.
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    Gaovaris looked at him, unimpressed. "Eh." It was carefully calculated to infuriate the man, who was clearly trying to work himself into some kind of frenzy. He had heard it said once, 'A cold knife will cut you as well as a hot, but the hot will melt in time.' That wasn't how knives and heat worked of course, but it was a fun metaphor. It worked, he snarled like the dragon that had distracted Gaovaris moments ago. "I demand satisfaction! A duel, to be named a time and place by you." Gaovaris summed up every ounce of uncaring within himself. It wasn’t hard, he held no fear for this merchant. "Ten minutes hence. Guardsmen's practice grounds." "You bastard, do you think this is a joke?" "I don't think you have enough humor in you to make a joke this funny on purpose." The man stepped forward with a slap. Gaovaris blinked in surprise, then caught and twisted it. "Ten minutes." He let go and strode off, ignoring the man's glaring eyes. He would have to tell his commanding officer that he would be a little held up today. He walked to the man's office. He knocked once, twice, thrice, and the Captain’s (two steps below the lieutenant in the guardsmen's rather unimaginative hierarchy) commanding voice boomed. "Come in."
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    It seemed almost a waste for such craftsmanship to occupy a simple guardsmen's barracks, where they would only be disdained for their inaccuracies instead of praised for their beauty. Gaovaris doubted they could truly appreciate the beauty of the forged steel. It was as Ashrintara had said, 'Beauty is wasted on harsh men, but so are harsh men wasted upon beauty, set each to their purpose and set them free.' He was so distracted by his thoughts and analysis of the gate that he failed to notice the subtle hints that most people take for granted. The small shift of the air, the smell wafting some expensive scent, the soft sounds of footsteps on the path, it was all unnoticed by Gaovaris, who was overtaken by his reverie. He noticed the man too late to do anything but lessen impact, and they both went stumbling back. "Look where you're going you fool! This is a public footpath, not your own private gawking trail!" It was some rich fop, his clothing was probably worth more money than Gaovaris had ever seen, or it would have been had there not been some sort of tea spilled across its front. The man finally seemed to take note of the damage. "And look at what you've done to my shirt! It was an Ashrotona, and that tea was worth ten whole-'' he cut off in his rage, realizing his anger was wasted on Gaovaris. "Don't look so nonchalant about this. I'll have your hide for this!" Just gonna keep chugging along, my goal is to maintain my roleplay until after cycle two, we'll see if it works out.
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    I'm pretty lost, I hate reading roleplay discussion, I think I'm going to try to reread without letting my eyes skim, but it's hard. I'd appreciate it if people could give an OoC summary of their thoughts a couple times a cycle, but if you don't want to/can't /shrug. When he finally arrived, he was quite nearly pouring with sweat. He stepped next to another guardsman who was sitting in shade. The man moved a half step to the side, allowing Gaovaris slightly more room. "My thanks," he said with a nod at the man. Gerathono had once said, 'A man who lends shade to a man in need is blessed indeed.' Gerathono had always had a poetic style. He cooled down, just resting against the wall. Finally, feeling rested enough to see what his duties would be for the day. He stepped out from beneath the cool shade scorching heat wreathing him. Gaovaris grimaced. This was no day for walking about, it was a day for lounging about an playing card games. He pulled open the fancily wrought gate, shapes out of legend and myth adorned it. Dragons, great winged lizards three times the height of a man, covered it. Their fire spewed across the masterful design spreading in intricate patterns. They appeared to be fighting each other, far, far above a battle between completely normal soldiers. Their helmets and sets of armor were far too clean and unbattered, of course, but that was to be expected. At least their swords were properly bloodied and chipped. (from here on out I'm going to try to italicise text that lacks game relevance) Edit: How long until rollover? I'm getting no use out of timezone conversions.
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    Mood tbh. (That's how you youngins speak, right?) *Sighs at the realization that he has to write 1,000 words a day to meet his quota* So anyways: Gaovaris rose from his dusty bed. It was old and worn, tattered, but at least it was free of bugs. He scoured the thing frequently, no bed bugs to ravage him at night, no flees to infest his hair. For all its age, it was clean. As he'd once heard a great man say, "Chaos is unfortunate, but uncleanness is unacceptable. Yet, order is stifling, so cleanliness is necessary." He hardly even realized that he was murmuring the words to himself. He stretched, pulling his arms back and groaning at the pop, he reversed the motion and let out yet another groan. He left the small room he called home, recalling the days he had lived in the guardsmen's barracks. A decade of pay and he finally had somewhere all to himself. The sun beat down up the earth, revealing its harsh imperfections. There were supposed to be 80 suns, each day rising anew. Which one was it today, he wondered. Perhaps he should keep up better with what the clergy said. No, that was just begging for trouble and wasted time. Not that he did much with his time other than waste it. He stalked over to the Guard station, the ground crunching and grinding underneath the heels of his boots. It was quite a hot day, so Gaovaris loosened the collar of his jacket. Edit: You guys really need to post more often so I can do a few more of the segments I speed wrote before going to bed. @Kasimir, what's your policy going to be on editing in another viable section provided a significant amount of time has past? I can specifically mark them if that helps.
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    There's no elims and three (or 19) conversions. Sorry not sorry.
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    I'll have my character be Ivam the Mad (the letter 'v' and the word 'the' are silent. Having just finished* the rules, I am now braindead, experiencing a stroke, and having a heart attack. Forgiv me as I sloly descend into madnes. @Ashbringer, am I mising somthing, are the Otonomy Avatars players or puppets? Becuz this line is confuzing me: Liek, I'm prety sure their not players but its frying my brane O and do u learn the unike win condishin apon takeing cuntroll of the Shard or onlee after it taeks æfect¿? *Should note I have not technically finished the rules, as I will be rereading them a minimum of three more times.
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    I'll sign up! Let me know if you want me to hide this post for whatever reason.
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    Oh, nah, I'll just go as Gaovaris from now on. Sorry for the confusion.
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    I point you to QF60, have fun.
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    Oh well, excellent game to the elims, slow and steady and all that.
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    Thank you for this, so, so much. I have been wondering about this for a while but haven't gotten myself together enough to actually look online. And The Queen is not yet written, right? That's what TBR means?
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    "Many thanks my friend. As it is said, 'Kindness freely given is freely repaid.'" KaiDol pulled out a chair to sit in, then sighed as he fell into it.
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    KaiDol walked over to the other guards that were playing cards. He noted how far along they were, examining their hands and what they had played so far. As the great generals of the past had said, 'never fight a man you do not know better than your own brother.' He cleared his throat. ( @Szeth_Pancakes, @TheAlpha929) "Would you be willing to deal me in on the next round?"
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    Your wish is my command!
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    Oops, well at least my question was answered.
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