Weaver of Shadows

9 minutes ago, Aeternum said:

That's day 1. I'm going off of anything small I see, anything that I suspect could mean wolf vs town. /shrugs ig

If you've got specific points, I can give my reasoning.

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I guess that's just where our opinion differs then, I wouldn't start labeling people until I have a (fairly strong) reason to.

1 hour ago, Aeternum said:

Is it too early for this? 

Please ignore my quoting style. I'm too lazy to direct quote what I'm looking at.

Just so everyone knows: I will not be around for rollover. I will be asleep. Very much asleep. Do not disturb me or I will summon the wrath of... idk. It occurred to me that I don't even know what Sanderson thing involved priests and stuff lol.

You're not evil list:
Kas (has also never been evil ever. salmon and evil don't mix, right?)
Me (obviously. I've never been evil for a single day of my life)
Kidpen (you're forgiven for any possible evil you have committed dw)

You could be evil list:
Archer - I personally dislike the

Smh, you won't die for the village? (im jokin btw)
however the FNG thing makes me happier so you get a smiley face: 

Cash - for now.
Aeoyri - a smooth recovery tho, hmm?
Either way, I don't think Aeo is a good vote for today.

RoyalBeeMage - I can see RBM's posts as coming from wolf or town rn
However:

I see "conflict adverse" as possible elim not wanting to draw attention to themself. Or a LHF I think it's called (<- that's me too), so I'd be less inclined to go with a RBM vote and would assume it's more likely to be wolf-led. FOR NOW AT LEAST

Weirdo - really hopping on that train early. but eh, idc rn.

Raven - not for today regardless. However, depending on how I feel about Archer later, I might move Raven more into the clear.
Specifically that's from

But I'll let it slide because I'm probably biased rn. And tbh Raven's probably not evil.

Haven't seen enough to make a decision rn:
Weaver of Lies
Spark of Hope (pls talk more) (dw I'm shy too) (we can be friends) (unless you're evil????)

Statistical anomaly:
TUA - is defending Weirdo tho? Congrats on your own category 

ALSO I am terribly indecisive on what to do with my PM opportunity, so I will be holding onto it for now while I make this very important decision. Unless anyone wants to be friends... 

5 minutes ago, Aeternum said:

Right now I'm at a "you're possibly evil unless stated otherwise" spot. So other than people I am fairly confident on calling town, everyone else is considered not.

I thought I gave reasons. Except for Cash. Aeo is more of a "can't call you town yet" because I'm uncertain, but will not push this one today. Hence why it was a possible wolf list that includes like all of the game except for my townies and not active enough ppl, with reasons for those who I felt were wolfier than others - I probably should've made another category for them.

Also ur probably going into the town camp for this.

Surprisingly, you did not point out that I gave no reasons for why I think Kas and Kidpen are town.

People in my "pls post more" camp are technically slated under possibly wolf, but I'd rather give the benefit of the doubt for now.

And TUA I cannot read.

I just…don’t understand most of the reasons then? Maybe it’s because I haven’t had time to read everything in the thread? But it just seems like there’s almost no evidence for your reasoning.

1 minute ago, Aeternum said:

Yk, fair enough. Still owe me salmon.

In your opinion, then, what's a more town-y way to talk about all my reads? I personally have become a fan of mass posting all of them.

To me, pointing out good reasons why individuals would be Elims. I don’t see a need to say anything about most people playing.

 My mind also works in funky ways sometimes though.

10 minutes ago, Aeternum said:

I mean, can I get any more town-y than trying to sort through who's elim and who's likely town? Plus, as Aeo pointed out, I'm def not in my elim meta. e!Aet is a shy little guy, v!Aet is a super cool guy. e!Aet tbh would not even respond to this.

Plus, you're free to share your reads. I'm just getting things started. 

You now also owe me salmon as an apology for this misunderstanding, at your earliest convenience ofc 

Your first point: no, but by posting it you lead me to think you are trying to get people pointing fingers at each other.

I do not understand that second part, and I’ve never played before so I can’t take that into account.

Edit: changing play style is a good way to trick people.

Kidpen

Aeternum

That list seems like a way to direct suspicion towards anyone and everyone but you.

@Aeternum

@Kidpen

7 minutes ago, Kidpen said:

Because villagers dying helps the elims win, and elims dying helps the villagers win. So in terms of direct affect, me dying hurts my (and the villager's) wincon, even if there are some positive affects for a villager dying as well.

Weaver of Lies. Any thoughts on the game so far?

I said that in part to say that this would be an acceptable outcome, although I'd prefer someone else. Really the only way for this vote to go fully bad would be if we got the high priest.

I also just saw Kas's question about why Cash assumed we have 3 elims. I think its a very good question, and I did not see a response. For now I'll hop on Cash67.

That I have no idea what I'm doing? Other than that...not a whole lot.

17 minutes ago, Kidpen said:

NOOOOOOO
Oh, I'm a bit late to the party. I should be around until the cycle end though. Although actually-do we want a Heretic or a Priest to die today? I'm thinking a Heretic would be ideal, but there is some benefit to a Priest dying as well. So if I were to die it would be an okay situation for me, other than the whole win condition situation.

@Weaver of Lies Weaver of Lies seems to be a sensible next target.

Uhh…why?

Kidpen

Back at you, friend.

Thoughts on a full shardbearer with no other abilities? (Not sure if this is what I’ll do yet, just want to know my options)

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

 

The figure grabbed the girl, lifted his metal staff, and impaled her through the chest faster than she or anyone else could react.

Freja screamed in pain and agony. I can still save her. Just have to get there in time.

 She sped up more.

3 hours ago, Anguished_One said:

"Freja!" @Weaver of Lies

3 hours ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

 

The figure sped up, gaining on the sister.

“I don’t know!”

 She sped up too.

What do you consider good? But better than usual, yeah.

TPBM has fallen asleep at an important event recently.

2 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Even with the copious amounts of seasoning Jenny had added to her burger, she still couldn’t taste very much. She grabbed a salt shaker, unscrewed the top, removed the bun, then poured a rather large pile of salt on top of the patty. Replacing the bun, she squished it down, then took a bite. It tasted somewhat salty, which was good enough.

”The burgers here aren’t very good.”

@Weaver of Lies

Edgar saw Jenny putting a ton of salt on her burger. He didn’t know why, but she probably had some reason.

”Really? I think they taste pretty great! Maybe it’s just because I’m hungry.”

49 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

“Ok.”

That didn’t involve touching her face, so it was probably fine. And Ed was warm. She felt cold, and her jacket seemed to not help at all.

He scooted right up next to her Abe wrapped an arm tightly around her, smiling.

14 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

“I…”

He’s fine. You aren’t going to kill him, at least not this way.

“Alright.”

Jenny moved to sit next to Ed. She replaced her glove, resisting the urge to touch him again. It had made her feel better, less empty. She was ashamed of how much she wanted to experience that again.

“Can I put my arm around you?”

6 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

Jenny stayed frozen in place for a moment before she managed to process what she was seeing. She suddenly recoiled in horror. Why had she touched Ed? He’d been smiling, but she’d probably been hurting him.

”I’m so sorry!”

The extra spark of life quickly left her eyes, and Edgar would feel his energy return.

Edgar suddenly stopped feeling tired.

“Don’t be sorry! Please! Why don’t you come sit next to me? I feel fine?”

6 hours ago, Lunamor said:

Suddenly, Jenny felt hungry. Starving. It wasn’t for food, but it was for something needed to sustain herself. As if in a trance, she slowly removed a glove, then leaned across the table and touched the side of Edgar’s face with her bare hand. Edgar saw some of the life return to her eyes. Jenny saw some leave his. 

@Weaver of Lies

Edgar smiled as she touched his face, hoping this meant they could be by each other again. Icy cold washed through him, but he ignored it. He didn’t care what was happening if it meant he could be with her.

 He also started feeling very tired.

20 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Hey guys, here's a Liz scene I wrote the other day! It's not my best, but it did help me figure out more about the magic system which was really nice.

Heroes and Dogs:

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“Does it ever stop hurting?”

Mari blinked. “What?”

Ien shrugged, looking away. “Being alone. Does it ever get better?”

This time it was Mari who looked away. “No. You always think it will, always think that this time you really are getting better, but it’s never true.” 

Ien nodded. Then, aware that Mari was watching, he let out a quiet breath. His father had always told him not to let anyone hear anything that could someday come back to bite him. But his father was dead now. The world had turned upside down, and he wanted so desperately to trust someone. And here was Mari, quiet and sweet and strange. “It’s my fault,” he blurted. Mari blinked, but didn’t say anything. “All of this.”

“Is it?” How strange. Mari didn’t sound accusatory or even disbelieving: she was just curious. 

“Yes.” Ien laughed bitterly, ignoring the way it made his sore ribs ache. “She loved me, and I loved her, and so he took her and made her into this, and I still love her. Isn’t that stupid, Mari?  The things she’s done are unforgivable, and I still love her.”

“Maybe,” Mari said, looking thoughtful, “it was your fault. But maybe it wasn’t. She’s insane. I think there’s a good chance that she would have become the person that she is without you doing anything. Either way, it doesn’t matter.” Ien looked at her quizzically, and she shrugged. “Liz’s actions are her own. And so are yours. What matters now is what you do next.” Mari paused. “And as for you still loving her…I love a lot of people I shouldn’t. That’s the nature of love. Reckless, unwise, and certain to hurt.”

Ien was taken aback. Mari usually spoke a word or two at a time. For her, this was a raging flood. And she spoke with the wisdom of someone many times her age. “Thank you.”

She gave him a shy smile. “I don’t need thanks. I need to know what we’re doing next.”

Ien took a deep breath, eyes darkening. “She has to die. We  have to make her pay for everything she’s done to them, to us.” Mari nodded, looking pleased, then hesitated. “What?” Ien prompted.

“It’s just…” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m talking so much.”

“I don’t mind,” Ien said quickly. “Really.” Mari flushed and looked down. “Mari,” Ien said, careful not to raise his voice. “You don’t ever have to worry about talking too much, not with me. If nothing else, consider it my payment for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Okay,” Mari said. She nodded, as if steeling herself. “Okay. It’s just…I don’t think it’s right to do it just to punish her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well. Right.” Mari cleared her throat. “That’s her motivation, isn’t it? Revenge, or at least that’s what she thinks. So. Ah. So you don’t want to become her.” Mari flinched, and Ien realized something with a start.

“I’m not going to hit you,” he said quietly.

She flinched again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “for all the trouble I’ve caused you.”

Ien tried to protest, but she refused to say anything else, so he finally gave up. But her words itched at him. You don’t want to become her…he shivered. Liz had cared so much. She’d been so full of dreams and fire. If this desire for revenge had overcome even her, could anyone really be safe? “I have to save them,” Mari glanced at him. “I need to save them, and you, and all of us.” Ien smiled, understanding.

“It’s about us. Not her.”

********

Somewhere in the shadows, Liz grinned. How perfect, how absurd, how utterly insane. How heroic. Cloaked in darkness, she left the dungeon, trying to still her pounding heart, to change delight to logic. Ien wanted it now. So she needed to give him a way out. Not too obvious, or he’d get suspicious. A curious puzzle, curious indeed.

Abruptly she shivered, feeling faintly nauseated. Unsure what was happening, and unwilling to be seen, she ducked into a tiny closet. It was perfect timing; she immediately collapsed. Then she sat up, blinking at the pale world that–oh.

“Welcome back,” Death said, not sounding at all welcoming. “Let’s get to work.”

Liz gaped at him, struggling to her feet. “Wha–you can’t do that.”

Death raised a single eyebrow. “You’re telling me what I can’t do. You’re lucky I find it quaint. Next time, you won’t be lucky.”

Liz flushed. “Right,” she murmured. “But we will need to schedule times for this. If I may.” Death nodded, and Liz let out a tiny sigh of relief. But inside she was grateful. She’d needed the reminder that not everyone bowed to her. She needed the humbling, because her pride kept her from learning.

“We start,” Death said, “with the basics. What do you know of magic?”

“It comes from the gods,” Liz started, then winced. “Ah. You can’t use it unless your will is aligned with that of the god you serve?”

Death grimaced. Or maybe it was just a frown. His skin was pulled so tightly across his skull that it was difficult to tell. “So much work,” he sighed. If that could be called a sigh. His huff of air was to a sigh what wrought iron was to soft earth. “Your second guess was better. But that was only when you were an Acolyte. You are now an Heiress, and the rules have changed.” Liz nodded, and he continued, “An Acolyte who displeases me may be put down easily. There would be consequences for doing so to you. Likewise there would be consequences if you were to be improperly trained.” That was definitely a grin. “If the acolytes are my dogs, then you are my child. Understood?” 

Liz swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Death said. “Magic…magic is like the air you mortals need. It’s woven through every rock, plant, person, and animal. But if magic is air, then gods are the only ones who know how to breathe.”

Liz blinked. “But regular people can use magic. Not many, but some.” A sharp pain shot through her, as cool and calculated as Death himself.

“Don’t interrupt me,” he said. Liz nodded shakily and he continued as if nothing had happened. “Gods are lazy. We cannot bear to do all that we must, and so we awaken the minds of chosen mortals just enough to do it for us. These mortals become our Acolytes, our servants, our hands, call them what you will. But to choose an Heir is to choose a replacement. Your awakening to magic can be neither temporary nor conditional. That is the biggest difference between you and them, Heiress. The next biggest is the suffering. My Acolytes run freely through the shadows, but you are to dance in shackles. They can be ended. You must be taught. So listen well, Heiress…”

********

Hours later, Liz awoke in the closet, mind blurring with strange and terrible knowledge that she barely understood. Not even bothering to pull shadows around herself she stepped out. A servant jumped back, shaking with terror. Liz stumbled past, up to her chambers. A pair of assassins–Acolytes–stood outside her door. Liz walked past them. How had Death described them? Dogs…

Somehow, it seemed fitting.

 

I really, really want you to write faster, my friend. This is all so good!

7 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

“You being here for me helps.”

Jenny smiled a soft but genuine smile. She then grabbed a menu and looked it over, attempting to change the subject so neither of them would have to think about their current problems.

”I’m gonna get a burger. How about you?”

“I’m here. I will always be here. I’m never going to hurt you again.”

 He also grabbed a menu. “Me too, the one with bacon. And I think I’ll get a shake. Hopefully they don’t ask too many questions about why I’m covered with blood.”

 He turned to the waiter, “Can I get the bacon burger and the cookies and cream milkshake?”

19 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

“You can once this gets figured out. I don’t want to lose you before that happens, though. You need to stay safe from me.”

She replaced her glove. This really, really stunk. She’d have to ask Jace about it some time soon. Unbeknownst to Jenny, her eyes were starting to look empty. Not in the glassy way they had been before, just lifeless.

“I…can I help you? At all?”

1 hour ago, Lunamor said:

“You needed my help to walk, and it might just take a while for the effects to impact things.”

She sighed.

”I don’t want it to be like this either. We can just pretend like I’m sick with something really contagious.”

Jenny removed a glove and inspected her hand to see if there was anything weird about it. Her pale skin actually did look pretty sickly.

“But I don’t care if you’re sick or not. I still want to be with you.”

 He kept himself from scooting over next to her and taking her hand.

16 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

Jenny very gently removed Ed’s arm and pushed him along the booth’s bench until he could lean against the wall. She then moved so that she was sitting across from him on the outside edge of the booth.

”I’m not sure if proximity to me is enough to hurt someone. I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

She gave an apologetic, sad smile.

 

He frowned back. “But we’ve been walking together all this time, and I’m not doing any worse.”

Did she just not want to be by him? He could understand if that was the case. How could anyone want to be with him.

14 minutes ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

Everyone walks around towards the city and away from the arch. Eventually they stumble across a small 90s themed diner. Inside there is 3 boofs along a wall. Jace walks over to one of them and sits down.

Edgar sits next to Jenny in one of the booths, almost collapsing from pain and exhaustion. He puts an arm around her cloth-covered shoulders anyway.

@Lunamor

16 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

A tall figure holding some sort of staff or cane entered the street in front of them, and began flowing the sister. 

@Weaver of Lies

“They’re here too!” she said to Jacin, pointing to the figure ahead of them. “They must have known we were coming!”

@Anguished_One

1 minute ago, The Bookwyrm said:

@InfiniteInsanity @TheGreatSnail @shortcake @Kajsa @Thaidakar the Ghostblood @The Wandering Wizard @Medium 

Who else...let's just ping some active people.

@Weaver of Lies @Silver Phantom @Wierdo @WhyEverNot_8 @Anguished_One

Oh, and the nerd who hasn't accepted her identity yet:

@Edema Rue

And also

@Experience @Wittles @Cash67

We'll call that good for now.

Thank you, friend.

3 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

Jenny nodded wordlessly. She didn’t deserve Ed. She was glad that he didn’t seem to care. 
 

 

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