The Unknown Medallion

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No, but group PMs are still not allowed. No.

They do not. Nope. Only PMs made with the PM action. Yes.

I direct you to this portion of the rules:

Cycle One - Whatcha Gonna Do? Scarthroat always got the solo jobs. By the time she’d convinced everybody that she was a trustworthy member of the mob, not just a minor noble heir, nobody had wanted to work with her. At least she was feared enough that only the mob boss could give her orders. She still remembered the delightful looks on her family’s faces as she’d sent their lifeblood flowing into the dirt. Word of her unhesitant willingness to execute unarmed prisoners had gone a long way towards convincing the mob that she was both loyal and not to be trifled with. Her fingers traced the jagged scar where she had once sliced open her larynx to prevent her parents from selling her off to have some noblewoman’s children. Yes, her parents had deserved death. Her younger brothers had simply been in the way of what she wanted. Not that she had gained everything she wanted. She still had to follow orders of one too many people. Iron Acey had sent her to this isolated town of Tyrian Falls alone with no information and no instructions other than that he wanted the metal in this town for himself. She frowned, idly filing her right nails blunt and her left nails to a point with a glass knife as she waited for a report from her first informant in Tyrian Falls. She couldn’t rely on that idiot Copper Copper. The fact that other members of the mob had been sent to Tyrian Falls was not unexpected, but she’d hoped they’d at least be competent. One of them had even tried to flirt with her, which he should have known better than to try. She’d been nice and let the man live with just a flat slice across his neck in exchange for the information that his squad had been sent by Tin Capone, the mob’s new boss. If he was lucky, the wound wouldn’t even scar. She harbored no illusions that Tin Capone would be a better boss than Iron Acey. She’d observed him to be unpredictable and violent, even by her standards. She had a reputation for having a voice like broken glass and a personality to match, but broken glass was simple. If someone tried to touch it, they’d be cut with just the right amount of force to discourage future attempts. Capone killed randomly, with little concern for the long term consequences. He’d made a mistake in claiming the top spot through murder. Those who gained power through force lost it just as quickly without a stable base of support, and Capone evidently hadn’t been able to round up anyone better than Copper Copper and his woefully inexperienced followers. She’d use them to gain a foothold in this town and then discard the ones who weren’t willing to swear undying loyalty to her once she gained enough boxings and recruits from Tyrian Falls to build her own base of operations. By the time she was ready to challenge Capone for leadership, the entire mob would be behind her. She sighed as she finished her filing with no report in sight. First she had to hope her informant and whatever allies they could scrounge up could do their jobs. It wasn’t worth the risk to enter the town yet if it was as murderously paranoid of strangers as Copper Copper claimed it was. If this was how depending on others felt, perhaps she was better suited for solo work after all. ~ Reve woke up, her stolen body leaping to attention. Tyrian Falls was under attack yet again. Time to add more spirits of the dead to her consciousness. Even with so few villagers, any violent deaths would be a blessing. ~ Welcome to Mid-Range Game 63, Cycle One. You can thank the IM, @Devotary of Spontaneity, for the above lovely writeup, and if you have any concerns or trouble with other players, please direct them to her. If you have not yet received your GMPM, please PM me. It may be a bit old in your inbox though, so check thoroughly. Some Things to Note: There is an Inactivity Filter of two cycles. If you do not post, you will be @ ed, then removed. There is a vote minimum of two total votes, and any ties will be decided randomly. PMs are closed! If you wish to make a PM, you must send an order in your GMPM, and it will be made at the start of the next turn. This cycle will end at 9:30 PM MT on the 17th of April. Have fun! The rules are also available for your perusal here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FHjcSnyL8yBw4PAU14BhuA04xNlyKcoQ8lItNCbSUSc/edit?usp=drivesdk Player List:

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My game should be over in time not to mess too much with this. I'll sign up as Crazy Hary. Does 'directly causes' mean only if there's a 100% chance of insanity, or does, for instance, the spellbook still have a 20% chance of insanity?

Decent bit under 48 hours remaining until signups close! Edit: Also a final request for anyone who is willing to Co-GM for this game. PM me if you are interested!

I offer my Invisibility Cloak of Second Most Suspected. Use it at your own risk.

You must send in the order like a role action.

I'm quite a fan of the water method. If float: Witch, if witch, burn. If sink: Hooman, if sink, drown. No matter what, the accused is no longer a problem.

Well, I might want to be a paladin (more likely a bard though), but I would more care what they're the god of than what their name is.

But you get converted to the pseudo village faction! Noted though.

Latest submitted takes priority. It fails. Regardless of time submitted, the one that is not targeting the Mobborn is chosen.

This sounds cool to me.

No, they must be told by their PM partner.

Actually, pretty sure he was talking about this word:

That's the mystery here. But let me explain fully how the sentence isn't structured to apply what your saying. “So far as I can tell,” he said, his voice growing very soft. “I’m sorry, Tress. I can’t let you face the Sorceress. I can’t. For your own good, you see.” Ah, those words. I’ve heard those words. I’ve said those words. This is the first bit, before "I don't trust you" is ever said, Hoid says that he has said those words, referencing For you own good. If he was saying what you claim, he'd say something along the lines "something very similar to those words." The words that proclaim, in bald-faced arrogance, “I don’t trust you to make your own decisions.” This is him saying that the "it's for your own good is proclaiming "I don't trust you," not that he has said "I don't trust you. The words we pretend will soften the blow, yet instead layer condescension on top of already existent pain. And this is the only part that comes after the comparison, as such it's the only part that could logically be referencing those words, yet how could the equivalent of 'I think you're stupid,' ever be intended to soften a blow? "It's for your own good" is used in that manner all the time, but, like he says, really means nothing of the sort. Like dirt on a corpse. Oh yes. I’ve said those words. I said them with sixteen other people, in fact. So, since none of those sentences can logically be referencing the "I don't trust you," sentence, why would this one sentence go against the grain of the rest of the paragraph, referencing a throwaway line instead of the single thing he's been talking about for the last two paragraphs? But yes, technically, I can't know you're correct until Dragonsteel comes out, pretty I can be pretty sure that you are. And, you yourself presented your own opinion as fact to the original person, so you can't fault me for doing the same thing but with moe evidence behind it.

That's not correct. He says that the words "it's for your own good" proclaim "we don't trust you to make your own decisions." Here's the full passage:

An activity filter of two cycles is being added! Anyone who does not post for a cycle will be @ed, and if they fail to post for yet another cycle, they will be replaced or, if no pinch-hitter is available, they will be removed. The rules in thread and in the doc will be updated to reflect this.

Calming

Mid-Range Game 63: The Outcasts of Tyrian Falls Tin Capone was not a cruel man. He had never been known to let a man suffer. Why torture someone when Soother or Rioter could just make him want to reveal the information? Because it was fun, of course. But still, he never let his underlings torture a man for information. He idly flipped a boxing. Silver Snakes should be in soon. That would be good. Tin Capone had plans for him. A knock came from the door. "Who is it?" Tin Capone called. It was Silver Snakes of course, no one else would be coming around today. He walked through the door. No manners, none of these modern skaa had any. And he wore that silly little hat that was popular out here. Gah. They must catch ash like a bucket. Firmly in the door, he answered. "S'me, Silver Snakes, boss." "Well, I gathered that much you rusting idiot. Now why're you here?" "I got the stuff, boss." Tin Capone allowed himself a smile. A nice, broad, perfectly normal smile. "Leave it on the doorstep and get out of here." "Alright, boss, but what about my boxings?" "What boxings?" "Iron Acey said you had some steel for me." "Is that a fact. How much do I owe you?" Not a bent boxing. Iron Acey was dead as his mind, and any of his debts were gone. "Iron Acey said ten percent." "Too bad Iron Acey ain't in charge no more." Silver Snakes' eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" His smile, which had momentarily dropped, came back into its full, terrifying bloom. "He's upstairs, counting boxings." Hard to manage, when they were in his skull, but Tin Capone was sure he could manage it. "He'll send you a Tineye message when he gets done." Or at least one to Silver Snakes' family, informing them that he too, was counting coins. Then Tin Capone decided on the direct approach. "Hey, Silver Snakes, I'll tell you what I'll give you. I'll give you to the count of sixteen to get your ugly, yellow, no good corpse off my property." He stepped back, slowed by his stupidity. "Did you say… corpse?" "One, two," the man scrambled back, tripping over his own feet out the door, "sixteen!" Boxings flew forward, ripping through the man. Tin Capone laughed, oh he laughed, and his smile was so wide, a koloss would run from it. "Keep the change, you ashy animal." A junior member of the Mobborn walked into the room, his eyes looking at his own feet, which saved him from seeing Tin Capone's smile. "You want me to clean this up, boss?" "Yes, yes I would." Tin Capone peered deep into the boy, his smile momentarily forgotten. "Tell me boy, what's your name?" "I'm called Copper Copper, on account of my pa getting killed by, well, a copper." Tin Capone was sure the doubling of his name had nothing to do with the boy's eyes constantly looking cross eyed. "Do you want a job, Copper Copper? A real job, not cleaning up blood and ash stains." "Uh, yeah boss, I'd like that." Like he had a choice. But Tin Capone nodded as if he did. "Good, good, now, I want you to take a squad of boys to a growing little metal route town. Tyrian Falls, you heard of it?" The kid, who was actually more of a fully grown adult, gasped slightly, his eyes widening. Was he scared of that little town? Maybe he wasn't the right person for the job. But it was too late now. "Yeah, boss, I have." "Good, good, I want you to start me a new branch of the Mobborn over there, you got it?" "Sure, boss, but I heard the Ministry's been taking an interest down there. They probably sent some informers down there." "So? What's the saying, 'suffer not an Informer to live?'" "I don't thi—" "Don't correct me. Just get down, and get me a bit of that metal route they got going on down there. Aight?" "Alright boss." And the kid left without even being told. He had potential. Now Tin Capone just had to find out what had the boy so scared of Tyrian Falls. *** Welcome to Mid-Range Game 63: The Outcasts of Tyrian Falls. I will be your GM, and your illustrious IM will be @Devotary of Spontaneity. I am also looking for a Co-GM! PM me if you are interested. Writeups will be minimal or nonexistent unless my Co-GM takes an interest. Sign ups will close on Monday the 17th at 9:30 PM, Mountain Time, Cycle One will be posted shortly after, and all future rollovers will take place at that time. If you would like the rules in a doc, you can find them here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FHjcSnyL8yBw4PAU14BhuA04xNlyKcoQ8lItNCbSUSc/edit?usp=drivesdk And if you would like the rules in forum form, you may find them below. Participants: Quick Links:

I guess those Hordelings are better at impersonation than we thought. Congratulations to the winners, and thanks to @Matrim's Dice for the great game and @StrikerEZ for the excellent impartialing.

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