Hoid Slayer

As will I I will play as whatever character I originally signed up as, except now he’s a foreigner who barely speaks the language and is just here to chill

@CoderDrag0n8

If necessary, I can also play, just know that I won’t be actively solving nor really putting in too much effort - so I won’t be a real asset to my team

Okay woah woah woah what is this incredible piece of writing

Don't wanna be the bearer of bad news, but isn't @Araris Valerian gonna IM?

This is 1000% Warbreaker Character Who's Name I Can't Remember™

Limel, New Hallandren, Garrison Limel's pen desperately scratched at any free piece of note paper he could find as the information came flooding in. For now, he let Midas direct the interrogation, still feeling a smidge of embarrassment from his earlier excitement and concentrated on not missing anything. He organized his notes by speaker, and then info: Cayansa (Truthwatcher): Saw F Injured? Didn't speak to him Kai (Windrunner): Feisty Interacted with F No love for Crimson Breath Didn't cause explosion As Kai mentioned thinking the explosion was likely anti-breath, Limel muttered under his breath. "Nope. Definitely anti -ight." But he didn't say anything louder. Limel was still scrambling at his paper when the windrunner's spren appeared, and so he didn't even notice until a name caught his eye. "...as did Ebon and the child radiant..." Limel's head snapped up. Ebon. Could that be it? At long last, F's name? He tried to open his mouth to clarify, but the barrage continued, and so instead, he satisfied himself with a margin note and continued. Windrunner Spren: F = working with Perses? Went into same Alley Child Radiant followed Starseeker (Returned Elsecaller): Kai got Ebon voidlight Why? Then Kai said something that grabbed his attention. Kai: Ebon hiding from Perses? Personal grudge with Crimson Breath? Midas chose to leave the interrogation there, and turned to Limel. This time, Limel made sure to let him finish before interjecting. "Actually, I do. For one of you in particular." He turned to the Windrunner. "Kai. You seem to have interacted with this Fused - Ebon, you call him - far more than any other witness has been able to divulge. Could you please recount your interaction with him in more detail? And, additionally..." he looked at all of them. "There is something you need to understand. However nice he seems, this Husked One is highly dangerous. Although it is true we do not know his motives, he has been often sighted alongside the Crimson Breath, and has been responsible for several deaths. He has been known to assault, and even kill, agents of the law. If you somehow interact with him again, proceed with extreme caution, and report back to us. The rest of you, besides Kai, may be dismissed." He looked to Midas, awaiting confirmation. In the span of minutes, his information about his unknown target had exploded. Over the last six months, they had all doubted him, laughed at his pointless investigation. But now, Limel smiled. Finally, he was getting somewhere. And he would prove them all wrong. Ebonaryle, Mistwarrens, Path towards the Herborium In his Transported form, Ebon weaved through the crowds, periodically making sure Lux was behind him with the sense this form gave him. These days, he didn't have to worry about constables; the Mistwarrens were Perses', and Perses' alone. Eventually, Ebon arrived at an unassuming alley - a real one. He turned into it, and after another 90 degree turn hid him completely from the road - a small nook at the back of the Alley designed for secrecy - he reformed. He turned around, and saw Lux catch up. Satisfied, he turned towards a wooden door on one of the walls - old, graffiti-stained, boring, the type that tended to lead to backrooms or nowhere important - and tapped on it three times, two slow, one quick. Immediately, something in the wooden structure clicked, and he pushed it open. Ebon stepped into a damp hallway, and the smell of rich soil and greenery filled his nostrils. After Lux passed, he shut the door, and plunged them into near-darkness. The only light came from a bright room down the hall ahead of them. Ebon walked towards it confidently, and stepped into the Herborium. The Herborium was a massive, artificially lit greenhouse, filled with a plethora of plant life from throughout the Cosmere. Rockbuds coexisted with verdant vines and Marewills, all thriving. Among the greenery strolled several figures in white lab coats, watering the plants here, snipping a sample from there. As Ebon entered, one of them walked up to him, gloved hands clutched before them, long hair tied back in a bun. "Here for Hyvist?" Ebon nodded, and the scientist wordlessly guided him to a doorway at the edge of the circular green. They waited outside, and Ebon carefully opened the door, ducking to step inside. Within the chamber, a Thaylen man sat at a circular desk surrounded by spanreeds, frantically scratching down notes and messages between them. Hyvist. As soon as he saw Ebon enter, the scholar looked up and smiled. "Ahh, Ebonaryle! Pleasure to see you as always. Tell me, what brings you here today?" Ebon saw Hyvist spare a confused glance at Lux, but he made no mention. Ebon smiled back at him, and attuned the rhythm of exultation. "What do you have of interest regarding the explosion in New Hallandren?" Ebon liked Hyvist because Perses didn't know about him. It was useful to have his own source, and since the Herborium was his main business, the informant's clientele was limited - and fully anonymous. "Hyvist gave him a knowing smile. "Involved in that, where we?" He looked to his notes. "Ahh, let's see... It seems many of the witnesses have been taken in by the New Hallandren constabulary, including... well, this is interesting." His mustache twitched. "What?" Asked Ebon. "It seems the garrison has apprehended an operative of the Crimson Breath." At that, Ebon snapped to attention. The explosion... but of course. They wouldn't destroy all their own research. It was too valuable. One of them must have fleed... and gotten caught. Hyvist kept on rambling, but Ebon ignored him. Instead, he slapped some spheres on the desk in front of him, causing the Thaylen to jump. "Your services are thanked." Then Ebon walked out, trusting Lux to follow. There was no time to waste. No, not when such an opportunity, so unexpectedly lucky, presented itself. He had a garrison to crash.

Sorry, but I’ll have to switch to spectator for now Don’t have the time right now for a game

For my part, I bestow upon thee my Rollover Madness It will force you to reconsider every decision you’ve made and change your vote in the last minutes of the cycle - hopefully for the better

Wait are we doing that already?

Ebonaryle, Alleys, Belias' Domain Ebon nodded in gratitude, and stepped through the rift, gesturing for Lux to follow. He still wasn't truly sure how to feel about Belias - something about the being made him feel like he didn't have his best interests at heart, but at least, he seemed to obey Perses - and so he wasn't an active threat. On the other side of the gate, Ebon emerged in a shadowed alley. Immediately, the smell hit him. He sighed, and looked back to make sure the radiant was still with him. "Follow me. And no matter what, don't talk to anyone." With that warning, Ebon shifted into a Jump form - a ribbon of red light - and emerged from the alley to weave through the bustling crowd of the Mistwarrens. He made sure to stay slow enough for Lux to follow. He had learned a long time ago that this form was much more unassuming - and made it much harder to be tracked. As soon as he got his bearings, Ebon smiled internally - and began heading towards the Herborium.

Only that you fixed all of our mechanic mistakes with your plotting A true hero

Ebonaryle, Alleys, Belias’ Domain Ebon watched Perses go, numb. So that was it? That was all he had to say? Well. He could use a break right now. ”You’re coming with me,” he said, looking back at Lux. Then he looked up and spoke for Belias. “Can you find me an exit in the Mistwarrens?” Limel, New Hallandren, Garrison The lack of mention of the husked-one confused Limel. The other witnesses had mentioned him… maybe they hadn’t thought he was that important. As the Returned finished, he butted in. “What about the Fused?” No one answered at first, and he realized he’d spoken maybe a tad bit too loudly. He looked down, and carefully retracted his hand from the edge of the table and sat back down. ”I mean the Husked One,” he said, face flushed. “Some other witnesses mentioned him.”

Hoid's GM Thoughts: First off, massive thanks to Twinstorm for this opportunity. I had an absolute blast running the game with you, even if I sacrificed perhaps a bit too much sleep As for the game itself: It's a very volatile ruleset. The way things worked out, the elim and village teams were just about balanced perfectly for a good fight at the end, but in any other case, I'm afraid elims would have been a bit too overpowered in this case. One thing we didn't take into account was the potential of an elim spren as an additional player: had IHAT and Archer lasted a bit longer, they coulda entered C3 with functionally 5 elims I liked having two conversions; I feel like it's a good balance to allow the elims to build their team and really use the tool without making it OP. I'm glad we used it as an extra to NKs, not a replacement, as in the one conversion game I've played in the past I felt really weird about suddenly switching sides - and everyone winning in the end I think the ideal elim team makeup for a group of this size is what we did, but minus the elim spren. Maybe we could have made one of the elims a spren to a village player - but no, then they could just betray their team. It's a complicated thing to figure out. I like the way we distributed the other roles. Two Heroics are a nice stable point. I do agree with Archer that the power role distribution was a little predictable, but that can be adjusted I was scared at the start that the Shardbearer might fall quickly and not really have a prominent role, but I'm glad to see that didn't happen, and they were actually in the running for a win for a bit at the end there I'm not really sure what else to say A lot of fun stuff could be done with spren to change the game up significantly in future playthroughs. Overall, it was just a great experience, and I look forward to playing with all of you in the future

Thanks! Just once Understatement of the century

Normally, it would be: But since the game is over, no, it isn't

Bitel felt the storm in his blood, the wind flowing around his carapace, as he watched the Everstorm approach. Beneath him, the city of Revolar was nearly abandoned. The army gathered outside, awaiting the life brought by the storm. When Bitel was first assigned to eliminate the resistance, he had never thought it would end like this. Oh, how different his thoughts had been then. Narash and O had had so much potential… and yet it was not they who would exact Odium’s will in the end. No, the Convert had surpassed all expectations. She was driven mad by passion, a perfect agent. Perhaps too perfect. Bitel shoved that thought out of his mind. Whatever came next, it would end tonight. … Penguin knew his fate long before it came. He had known it for far longer, to be honest. Ever since they had made that first choice, beaten Narash to death on that roof. Then, he had watched with horror, terrified by what they had become. Now... now he had done so much worse. The blood on his hands would never wash away. Perhaps this was a mercy. They would all die in the end. Better not to do it alone. The four gathered for the final time on the palace roof. The opulent structure, greatest in Revolar, had a view of the entire landscape, from the warcamps to the river. It was built in the shadow of a cliff, ensured protection from regular highstorms; the same feature also meant it was perfectly faced towards the new one. They all showed up, as agreed, despite knowing they all had a chance to die. It was best to end this here. The others were all there already when Penguin arrived. They turned to look at him, the Everstorm and the sun racing in a collision course behind them, and he knew they had already chosen. Penguin took a step towards them, then sighed. “Don’t run.” It was Marne. Oh, how much Marne had changed. He had been so quiet, so kind. They had all been. “We know it’s you. And once we kill you, we will at last be free.” Penguin took one last look at the stairs he had climbed, then shut his eyes and sighed. Putting one foot after another, he walked past an inquisitive Nienna, and finally stopped at the roof’s edge, looking out. “This was our prison.” Silence. “I always thought I would die here. When the Everstorm came, I was happy. I had hope. But…” he looked back at the others with tears in his eyes. “What have we done?” His voice cracked, weak. None of the others answered. Then Qian stepped forward. “What if… what if we’re wrong? What if none among us are truly evil?” His lip trembled. “No.” It was Marne. His voice was the strongest, but even he would not look at Penguin. “We cannot be wrong. Because if we are, it means they died for nothing. It means…” “It means we killed them.” At long last Nienna shifted. The sky was almost completely dark now, the Everstorm an evergrowing sound in the distance. “It means we are no better than our masters. It means we are damned to become what we most fear, for the very fear of becoming it. It means we are monsters.” No one acted. Then Penguin spoke again, trying not to break down completely, to maintain some measure of composure. “I’d like to die now.” Marne didn’t move. Wahr didn’t move. Nienna just looked between them, eyes filled with pain. For a second, Penguin thought they would let him live. For a second, he hoped. But he knew that hope was futile. He would do the same in their position, after all. It was Marne who broke the peace. “The Everstorm is almost here.” Indeed, even now it was consuming the warcamps, the first homes of Revolar fading under the wall of black and red. The sun was gone. “I’ll do it.” Penguin looked at the ones he had named friends one final time, and turned and stepped off the roof, watching his kingdom vanish as he fell. When he hit the ground, no spren left his body. … Qian choked out a gasp as they heard the thump. Despite the rage of the Everstorm, it was like a thunder to all of their ears. So this was it. One of the three was evil. And he knew which. “Nienna.” He turned to look at the Singer. She wasn’t smiling. No, she wasn’t smiling, but she held a dagger in her hand. And when she looked up, her broken eyes glowed a bright red. Behind him, Qian knew the stormwall had hit the plaza. He had to get to cover, and fast. So he stared at his old friend for seconds that felt like years - and blasted to run for the stairs behind her. He heard Marne begin to pick up behind him, but as he got close, Nienna lashed out. Qian instinctively slid and tackled the other Singer in the legs, causing her to fall to the floor with a grunt. Without looking back, Qian recomposed himself and kept running. The stormwall hit the courtyard. Qian heard Nienna scream behind him, and shut his eyes. He threw himself, and slid. The stormwall hit the roof. Qian reached the stairs - and something slammed into his back, a force that threw both of them down the incline. They rolled down the steps, and when Qian finally recomposed himself, he held up his hand and saw blood. His vision swam. The knife was still in his back. The last thing he saw before passing out was Nienna, an angel of death, weeping on the floor beside him. … Marne saw Nienna and Qian fall down the stairs, and screamed. The storm was right behind him, but he could make it, if only he leapt- a force suddenly slammed into Marne’s right side, picking him up and throwing him directly into the storm. Marne screamed, and writhed around to see his assailant a Heavenly One. The Fused looked at him with wet eyes, and Marne saw a Shardblade form in his hands. Then the Fused struck, and Marne died surrounded by wind and thunder. … The dawn rose the next morning far too calmly for Nienna’s tastes. She had let the world burn, and all it had brought was more death. Revenge was hers. Jojala’s killers dead by her hand, the Singers crushed. Her masters would be pleased indeed. And yet. What had it all been for? Her own survival, at first. Then… Love… Then vengeance. And now? Now what? In the middle of a camp filled with Fused and Singers, Nienna allowed herself to weep once more, attuning Despair. Once more she held her bloodied dagger against her gemheart. This time, there was no one left to kill but herself. One final addition to her gruesome tribute. It was then she heard another voice where there should have been none… Where was it coming from? … Fernri’s body… There was a small shape there, buzzing along to Despair with her. Who?... The spren? Having another voice join her in song was… terrible. Yet lovely too. A reminder of her days in Narak. Jojala’s spren was a small thing, humming softly to the Rhythm of the Lost. “oh… Little one…” Nienna hummed to Consolation, used for strong apologies. The spren did not turn to look at her. It's humming changed to Reprimand. “I know… I… I hurt you. Hurt her…” The spren hummed to Annoyance. And now Nienna suddenly realized the ridiculousness of her situation. This was a RADIANT spren. She should… Destroy it somehow! It was a wonder the voidspren in her gemheart hadn't said anything yet. Bitel had given her instructions for radiant spren. First, capture them, then bring them to him. Spren were hard to kill permanently, but the Fused had ways. Nienna thought of Jojala finding her in her weakness…showing her mercy. She thought of Jojola crying in the night, murmuring the Radiant Oaths to herself. She thought of how tired and empty she felt… Humming softly to Reconciliation, she deliberately looked away from the spren, back to her dagger. Her voidspren started buzzing to Fury, then Derision, then… Silence? From her gemheart came a new rhythm, a rhythm of Reconciliation, then… Resolve. Her voidspren had been… Silenced. She didn't deserve this. Nienna deserved to die… But… Jojala… “I don't know what you want of me.” she whispered to Pleading. “I'm no radiant. You know im no radiant. I'm a coward, a traitor, a killer.” The spren hummed to Annoyance. Anxiety. Resolve. Jojala’s face… Her kindness. Her words… “I…” A thump behind her quieted her. For a second, she was worried, but then she recognized who it was. “You’ve done well, but I doubt the other Fused will appreciate that.” Nienna turned to face Bitel, hoping he hadn’t seen anything. But no, his eyes were fixed on her creation. She didn’t respond, and eventually, he spoke again. “Well, where would you like to serve next? The world is yours. You could come with us to Kholinar, or maybe even Azir - if you would like to get away from this place.” A thought entered Nienna’s mind. “Or maybe you would like to rule somewhere, live as your masters once di-” Bitel gurgled. Because Nienna’s blade was sticking out of his stomach. One final act of Retribution. For Jojala. For all of them. Bitel opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and Nienna stabbed him again. He collapsed to the floor, and died, his blood mixing with the afterstorm dusk. For a while, she looked at him. Then at her hands, coated in his blood. She still held the dagger. She could still end it all. Right now. Join Bitel, and all the others. It would be so much easier… Jojala’s spren hummed in quiet confidence. She dropped the dagger, and sighed. “... Life before death, little one.” … Revolar was always a chaotic city. Nestled between hills, straddled by the tributaries of the Windrunner River, it long outgrew its walls and boundaries. When the warcamps woke up, they were met by a surprise. In the center of the Fused tent circle, where their leaders slept, a structure had been erected, built from ruins destroyed by the Everstorm. A pole. Around it, arranged in a perfect circle, hung the bodies of Fernri, Dahran, Jojala, and TUM. Their eyes were closed, their wounds covered. Holy. Above them, faces torn in bloodless screams, eyes scratched out, were the desecrated corpses of O and Narash. Damned. And mounting the entire thing - spiked upon a silver Shardblade - hung Bitel, his eyes still open in shock, his blood still dripping. ... Penguin has been executed! They were a Listener Vanilla! Qianweilian has been murdered! They were a Listener Vanilla! Wahr has been killed by Bitel/taken by the storm/eliminated by common sense! They were a Listener Vanilla! ... The game is over! Congratulations to @Doc12, the only remaining elim (and player!) and @Honors Ghost (whose victory was Jo's final wish)! Congratulations as well to @Archer and @Mistfallen Soldier, who technically won but died pretty early, and @A Jo in the Bush! ... Wow. Just wow. This game was insane. My personal thoughts will be more compiled in the morning, but I had loads of fun with this. Spec/dead doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/178zcy6NueUzMlTaVtJ-tAwkPY1fine2CrIxsxGrv2Vo/edit?tab=t.0 Elim Doc elim doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o-_3ltH3Q47KTYISTYs92XuCcb-Ip2OgNQS6pV9hvdQ/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.jnb5e0vakqjn Shardbearer doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fxN1iRvzu4GTQcDN5zYUmgD9p1bnmIJvGjvOQ1Zk_eY/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.6gqt8wcekcoe ... Players

Game Over Stand by for Aftermath (could be a while, I have it ready but am busy right now)

Ngl I feel like I’ve said “___ had no friends left” or variations too much in these writeups

One hour left: I’mma drop this here rq since I don’t know when Twin is showing back up C7 writeup: … Silence. The seventh day of the resistance’s fall was filled with silence. Most of the Fused attention was concentrated on the Kholinar preparations - the army would leave the morning after the next, charged by the coming Everstorm - and the resisters were mainly quiet in the day. But it seemed they had not entirely given up, since in the night, Bitel spotted the small group that remained emerge from their caves and gather on the outskirts of the city, near the warcamp. Interested, he lashed himself in their direction. Perhaps the little things could pull off one final spectacle. … The picture of the Nameless still haunted Jojoja’s mind. In his damning gaze, the eyes of a friend. Jojoja had no friends left. No, the shapes that beat him up, dragged him through the streets, and tied him up to a pile of sticks were nothing more than Voidbringers. He knew what they intended. He had been part of the planning. It was intended to be a counterattack. A response to the brutality that had been committed to Khenari, the uncorrupted would burn a Regal at the stake outside the warcamps - where every Fused and every Singer could see. It was intended to be a show of strength. But as he watched Marne strike the match, Jojoja wondered if anyone would storming care. He could not scream. They had gagged him. He could shut his eyes, but what would that do? His flesh would still burn, surrounded by the ghosts of friends. In that final moment, he wondered if that was what the Regals had truly wanted. They could have killed them all at the start, or forcibly converted them - but instead, they had infiltrated the ranks, offering a far slower - and crueler - demise. Through subterfuge, it had been so easy to unleash the monster in innocents. To show the world the worst side of those who fought back. And they had succeeded. Oh, Jojaja thought as the pile was set on fire, the flames lapped at his skin, and he shut his eyes: they had succeeded. … Bitel watched the Singer burn for a while until the last embers died. The rest of the resisters left, and no one came. At long last, as the sun rose again on the sky, without knowing what drew him, Bitel lashed himself and flew up to get a closer look at the charred corpse. It was hardly recognizable, and it was a fight not to avert his gaze. Then, suddenly, a shiny glint amid the ashes drew his eye. Protected by his voidlight healing, he reached in and brushed away that black remains to reveal a silver blade. It was TUM’s Shard. Bitel took a second to admire the blade, took one last look at Jojoja. And caught a single tear, fragile, dripping down his face. Then he took the sword and flew away, let the silence rule. When Revolar awoke, it would find another body hanging in its plaza. And another message scratched on its chest. ONE MORE NIGHT. ODIUM REIGNS.

You’re right about the wincon PAFO I’d let you have it I don’t know about the Shardbearer win in that case though

Everyone is warned of any failed action VC: Doc (1): Penguin Penguin (3): Wahr, Doc, Qian

Stick had misunderstood the GMs It was my bad

The cycle is closed Apologies for the delay, I was expecting Twin to do it but don’t know where he is Expect a while for the next cycle to be up because I can’t do it and, again, see above Game is not over

The fifth day was the shortest. From the start, the Shardbearer had been doomed. He had never stood a chance. Bitel had accepted it. The man had been an asset while he had lasted, but he could not have lived forever. All resources ran out eventually. All that mattered now was the road to victory. In the starlight, Bitel saw their march. Inspired by the death of Jojala, the resisters had crawled out of their holes. Tonight, they were the very picture of death itself, a united chorus bearing torches and calling for blood. They took over Revolar's central street, a display of power, walking steadily towards the brightlord's manor. Tonight, the wolves would feast. ... Khenari tried to think of herself as a rational. A pacifist. And yet, when the screams began, she followed. She had spent the last days hiding, in fear, but tonight it seemed something had changed. Her peers had taken to the streets. And so she chose to follow them. Maybe they would kill a Regal tonight, she hoped. Hope was scarce these days. As Khenari shuffled down the alleys at night, trying to avoid the eyesight of the Heavenly Ones who patrolled the skies - but interestingly, did not intervene - she heard a light thump in the ground behind her. Slowly, knowing what awaited her, she turned. Those red eyes - broken by pain - were the last thing she would ever see. ... The Unknown Singer waited for the mob before the old brightlord's manor. He heard their chanting from a distance, and knew there was no running. Wherever he went, they would find him. Not even the Fused would save him. No, they would not save one who would kill one of them just as quickly. Ever since he had first lifted the blade, taken it from the corpse of his master, he had accepted this fate. Each death had only strengthened the oath written in blood, and tonight, he would pay for his crimes. His only regret was not doing more. The first figures arrived, and the darkness faded before the light of the flames. In the night, the Singers were faceless - nothing more than an amalgam of shadows, even their black eyes blending in. So these were the Voidbringers the Heralds of ages past spoke of. But when the first figure stepped forward and spoke, it was not a monster, but a friend. "You are charged with murder, secrecy, and treason. Tonight, I strip you of your name, your rank, your honor. Have you any last words?" Jojoja raised the torch high, and the Nameless met his gaze. He summoned his blade, and heard some gasps. For a second, nothing was heard but breath and the burning of coals. Then he slammed the sword down, and averted his gaze. He would not shed more innocent blood. Jojoja too, looked down, and gave a final command. "He is not one of us anymore. Kill him." When the faceless mob surged forward, the Nameless did not resist. He did not fight back. He let the Voidbringers overrun him, let them tear him apart and kill him. The last thing he saw as he fell were the Fused floating in the sky, haloed like fallen angels by the stars, and the eyes of his best friend, standing to the side. ... When the dawn rose, the brightlord's courtyard was stained with blood. Bitel liked the dawn, too. It was peaceful. Such a contrast to the dusk. Yet they were the only two times the world seemed truly alive. Bitel hummed as he made his rounds, searching for any resisters left from the previous night. The Fused had stood by then; they would not do so again. As he mused, a high pitched scream in the distance caught Bitel's attention. As he Lashed himself towards it, he realized it came from the direction of the plaza. Slowly, his interest grew. When he arrived, a crowd had formed, and while he could've flown over, he chose to jostle his way through. As he did so, he heard whispers, and began to feel a pit within his own gemheart. Then, finally, he burst out of the mass, and gasped. The bodies of Fernri and Jojala were gone. They had been cut free, and seemingly dragged away. That wasn't what people were looking at. Because hanging in their place, a lifeless scream plastered on her face, hung the corpse of Khenari. Her eyes had been scratched out by a knife, decimated pits of black and red. On her forehead, the killer had scratched out five lines. Five executions. The edges of her mouth were sliced, forming a grotesque, gruesome smile. And on her chest, carved out and written in blood, were the words: Honor is Dead. I am what remains. ... The Unknown Misting has been executed! They were a Shardbearer. Akimikoisthecutest has been murdered! They were an Inspiring Listener. ... Final VC: TUM (6): Coco, Doc, Qian, Wahr, Penguin, TOW ... Things to Note: PMs are open! This cycle will end on Monday the 2nd of February, at 8 PM CST Maintain your sanity! Or don't! Go crazy! I don't really care! This is SE! Have fun! PMs are still coming, please be patient! ... Players