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Day 3 Cadri Raisaal couldn't help but laugh at the fact that no-one had followed Urbain to his party. So much for showing up House Raisaal like that. And now A'lees was meant to entertain them next. What was the world coming to where rabble like that could be considered 'high society'? She finished getting changed into her more practical clothes, clothes suitable for an Allomancer and a night prowling Luthadel, and took the vial of metal from beside her bed. That foolish Mistborn Erikell (whatever his first name was) was right, there was something wrong with this set of steel. Well, it didn't take a Mistborn to notice that. Anyone could see it, probably even a Skaa. If some of them even knew what steel was, that is. But regardless, the green gave the impurities away. Sighing, she replaced it there. It seemed as though she would need to have to purchase some more. She could probably still use this batch, but it was risky. There were horror stories about Allomancers burning impure metals and dying from such a thing. Even if she didn't, she'd at least become weakened from illness by it, and that was a dangerous position to be in when there were rogue Skaa wandering around and attempting to off the nobility. House Raisaal had not reached their status as one of the strongest Houses, martially speaking, by being lax and unprepared. But it was a poor Misting who didn't have a backup supply of their metal, the thing that set them apart from the lesser nobles and the Skaa. She walked over to a set of drawers and opened one. There were several vials in here, each the same colour with the same poisoned metal within. Sighing she took each of them out, then lifted the false bottom of the drawer. Two spare vials lay there, hidden from even her most trusted servants. Taking out a vial, she examined it for impurities. Downing it with a slight grimace at the taste of metal filings, she burnt the steel within. The thin blue lines connecting her to the sources of metal in the room appeared in her vision, and she was pleased to note that there seemed to be no negative effects from doing so. No blurry vision or headache that might have suggested it was poisoned. She smiled and picked up the pouches of coins that had been left there for her and threw open the doors to the balcony. She took a handful of coins out of the pouch and dropped one onto the floor in front of her. Some said that it was foolish for a Coinshot to jump into the mists like this, because they didn't have the backup metal of iron that Mistborn had to help them if they made a mistake. Cadri believed that they were just cowards. She'd been jumping through the mists at night ever since she'd Snapped all those years ago. She Pushed off the coin and shot into the night. Luthadel was dark, dangerous and foreboding at this time of night, and she liked it like that. She just needed to clear her head a little, to mentally prepare for having to endure a few hours of Keep A'lees tomorrow. Perhaps she could feign an injury, and simply accuse someone of attacking her Keep. No, that would imply a weakness on Raisaal's part, and she would rather die than ever admit their weakness. Speaking of people she hated and of ballrooms, perhaps she should just have a look at Fien's failed attempt at a party. It'd be a pity if someone had gone to it after all, but just didn't want to be seen going there from her own ball. Such a thing could lose a person all their contracts, after all. Navigating Luthadel was easy enough from above like this, and generally she didn't have to worry about being seen either. People tended not to look up, particularly since most people couldn't even see through the mists to this height. She dropped herself down onto Keep Urbain's outer walls and gazed into the grounds. It was quiet out here, it seemed. Urbain's guards patrolled slowly, almost as lazy as their Lord. She shook her head. If even a Coinshot like her could sneak into the Keep, then what stopped a Mistborn from just waltzing in and killing Urbain? Not that she would complain or offer him security advice. Well, on second thoughts, she could sell him the services of Raisaal Hazekillers – at an exorbitant price, naturally. She took another handful of coins out of her pouch and leapt down onto a hay-filled wheelbarrow to soften the noise of her sneaking in. Moving forward slowly and keeping low and to the shadows, she approached the Keep itself. Another coin, and she was up onto a balcony on the second floor – Fien Urbain's study. It was a room she knew well, considering how often she'd broken into here just to taunt him. It was at this point that Cadri heard an almost unintelligible scream of anger from the next balcony along. While the words might have been impossible to distinguish, the source was not – Lord Urbain, most likely just raging at the fact that everyone came to her ball and not his. She laughed a little and leapt over to the next balcony with another Push. From there, she could see a silhouette from behind the curtain, Fien pacing – or stomping – up and down in his rage, making wild gestures. The old fool seemed to be talking to himself, rather than at anyone. He was probably drunk again. Well, this was too good an opportunity. Cadri took a handful of coins out of her pocket and held them before her. She flared her Steel and shot them forwards into the room. She wasn't intending to kill Fien, or even really hurt him, just surprise and terrify him for a short while. It had the desired effect. The glass shattered and Urbain shouted and dived to the ground, hitting it heavily as he ducked the coins. They missed him by a hair, and thudded into the wall behind him. She smirked. The idiotic fool probably had no idea what was going on. He probably thought his entire House was under attack. She reached into her coin pouch and found the last coin. No matter, that was why she brought spares. She opened her second pouch, took out a second coin, dropped the first, and shot into the air. Upon her descent, she dropped the second coin onto the ground and Pushed on it to land on the walls. ...Except she didn't slow down. The coin hit the wall much more quietly than she had expected. It appeared to be metal, still, but there was no blue line connecting her and the coin. She tried not to panic, but it was difficult not to. She fumbled with her coin pouch and, unable to properly get a coin out in time, just let the pouch loose and attempted to push on it – but there were no lines to them either. She hit the perimeter wall feet-first. Cadri lay there in agonising pain, unable to move. Dimly she was aware that her legs were broken, but she couldn't concentrate on that long enough to realise it properly. She might have blacked out a few times, she couldn't tell. Time meant nothing to her like this. All she could do was lay on the ground, staring in an absent manner at the stoneworks. Eventually, a shadow fell across her form – a man in Urbain uniform, with a wooden duelling staff, though she couldn't see it. He looked at her and then turned around. “I've found the intruder!” he shouted, raising his voice to someone far away, though she couldn't see who to. The man's voice seemed strangely familiar. Did he used to work for House Raisaal? No, maybe he used to work for Lord Heron...? No, wait, he worked for- Her thoughts were a jumble. The pain made it impossible to remain coherent. The man turned back to Cadri. “Well, you nobles have always annoyed me, so... let's just pretend that you hit the wall head first,” he said with a cruel smile as the cane rapidly descended on her head. * By noon the next day, three questions had spread across Luthadel's elite – Firstly, who had placed that counterfeit coins in Cadri Raisaal's second pouch (most of the bets were placed on a trick by Urbain that unfortunately went a little too far this time); secondly, why was Cadri was on Urbain property when she died; and thirdly and finally, what was A'lees going to attempt for his ball to make himself appear to be worthy of the status of a Luthadel noble? While they might not have an answer to the first two of these questions, the latter would at least be answered shortly. Lord A'lees had kept everyone in the dark as to his plans for the House Ball. Rumors abounded about how he was going to fit all of the Nobility inside his tiny Keep. Some said he was building skywalks between the walls of the Keep and the second floor to create more floorspace. Others thought maybe he was tearing the entire structure down to create space, and that he had ordered in hundreds of workers to do it in time. So it was with great curiosity that the Nobles navigated their way through the streets of Luthadel towards the A’Lees Keep. As the first started to arrive, they found the Keep empty and dark. If there was anyone home, they were not taking visitors. The Keep appeared, to all intents and purposes, to be abandoned. Suddenly, one of the exits burst aflame with brilliantly lit torches and lanterns. As the Nobles went to investigate, they saw more and more lights turning on, creating an illuminated path through the misty Luthadel streets. Obviously, they were meant to follow. The golden path snaked it’s way through the city in a bizarre and chaotic pattern until most of them were lost. Finally, they could make out in the distance a set of more brilliant lights that seemed to be their destination. It was only then that they could hear the churning waters of the River Channerel. The path ended at the docks. There, they were greeted by two raging bonfires on each side and they could see 6 barges linked together to create a large, yet divided rectangle. There were multiple bridges leading to and from each barge. Two of the first barges housed tables and a banquet of food, though most of it was the type of food you might find on a ranch; greasy and handheld, with no washcloths or basins in sight. The leftmost barge had been equipped with a small tower, where people could climb to the top and see that the path of light that brought them here was in the shape of a stallion’s head, the symbol of House A’Lees. At the barges set further back, a band played in the right hand corner barge, and the the middle barge had been converted into a dance floor. The final barge had been set up with a gallows, a stockade and other instruments of punishment and torture. An open space was left for people to mill around and talk. A sign greeted people entering this barge as “Heron’s Hunting Grounds.” Though the place was well lit, there were no walls, no railings, nor any ceilings of any kind. The mist, not much more than a faint ghost of itself, still danced through the entire setting. While it was light, the ash still fell from the sky. Every now and then, some Skaa would come through with wide brooms and sweep it into the river. Overall, the effect was impressive. That said, there was almost a mocking tone to the entire ordeal. The pristine Nobility were bound to get dirty in such an environment and yet one could not discount that there was a beauty and appeal to the rustic surroundings. Mesist made sure to greet every person at the dock, just so he could capture every grimace and cringe at having to spend an evening underneath the sky instead of one of their isolated sanctuaries within the city. Being able to do this to the insufferable Urbain was worth the trip and danger alone. A shame that the Raisaal had to die before he could annoy her as well, but it wasn't as though he was really disappointed with that. At least he wouldn't have to put up with her today. And there were more than enough nobles to antagonise here. Lord Heron hadn't arrived yet. That was curious. Maybe there were two attacks last night? No, he'd know if Heron was dead, that was for certain. In either case, it was certainly something to think about. But that was for later on; for now, he had guests to entertain and annoy. He'd deal with that mystery later. Day 3 has begun! It will end on Friday at 9PM BST (GMT+1) Cadri Raisaal was a Coinshot belonging to House Seeris! As before, the events in the write-up do not imply anything happened overnight. Cadri did not necessarily use Steel last night, nor was Fien necessarily attacked. Also... Anyone else notice that a female character has more chance of surviving through a GRRM novel than this game of Elimination? Just a thought. And thanks to Metacognition for most of Mesist's part there. Player List

One hour, twenty minutes left until this Night Turn is over.

At least three players have requested an extension! Night 2 will now finish on Wednesday at 9PM BST (GMT+1). There are now just under 28 hours left in this Turn.

What makes you think that I'm not? You'd have to be to run this game...

The Eliminators in this game are the Skaa Rebellion. Just like Breeze in Kelsier's group, not all of them are Skaa, but may be Nobles who sympathise with the Skaa. To clarify, Racine Morithe WAS an Eliminator. The greentext was meant to be a subtle hint towards the fact that the Skaa Rebellion are technically the good guys in TFE, fighting for freedom from oppresion and what have you. In this game, the Villagers are red, Eliminators are green, Unknown Alignments are blue.

Night 2 “So, I ask you – Who killed Quitania Elariel?” At once, the discussion started between the nobility. The question was not so much who the Elariel was killed by, but why they were killed. Hadrian Penrod was immediately bursting into action, launching into a few possible scenarios that could or could not have happened. Well, Lord Heron had to admit that the boy was eager, though his motives were just as questionable as everyone else's in the room. “Lord Ren, of House Garde!” one of the doormen announced, bowing to make way for him. As one, the entire room turned to the entrance, though they just changed from questioning each other to Lord Garde, particularly on the nature of his absence. “Um… hello!” Ren announced to the ballroom. Everyone quieted. “You may not know me that well, but I went to an informant yesterday, and I got something back from him that might be of interest to you.” Ren stopped, taking a deep breath. “He said that Lady Racine… is a skaa.” The silence persisted another few seconds, before it was broken with raucous laughter. “Lady Racine, Skaa?” Lord Urbain laughed, spilling his wine slightly on his shirt without noticing. From the side of the room, Gamad sighed. “Why, you know you can't believe everything an informant says, lad!” He gestured at Ren, his wine swirling in a dangerous manner. “No, indeed,” Mesist said, surprising the assembled as he agreed with the drunken Lord. “Why, one of them suggested that orange was a good colour for Lord Urbain, and that speaks for itself.” “It's worth seeing if it's a lie or not though,” Ren suggested, ignoring Urbain's retaliatory outbust. “And what if she isn't?” Alden asked. “That's rather brazen of you, killing one of us off under the guise of them being a Skaa. We should question her though, certainly.” “I also see no reason to send her to the Inquisitors,” Hadrian said. “Yet,” he added, the word hanging menacingly in the air before he continued to outline his thoughts. “Lord Urbain, do you happen to have a Kandra under your command?” Alden continued, looking to him. “I shall not explain why I ask this, but...” “Rust, Izenry, do you think I'd tell you even if I did? ...But considering the circumstances, I guess the Skaa would already know all this anyway. I don't have one, at the moment.” Alden paled a little as Fien reminded him of the infiltration of the Houses. He was right, there was no need to hide everything. He proceeded to explain how he reached the conclusion that it all depended on the Kandra, when Mesist grabbed his shoulder. It was more amusing when it was happening to others than when it happened to him, Lord Heron thought. “I'm afraid you're wrong there, Alden,” he said with a grin that was a bit more cheerful than he felt. “I was told that Tonul here used some kind of Allomancy on the weird boy yesterday. Try again, perhaps?” Alden sighed and reached across the table he was at, grabbing a piece of paper off of Kassel and starting to write out again. He lifted his head when Jain accused him, though it didn't last for long. “Why are we glossing over the fact that Ren supposedly got information back that specifically named someone as Skaa and going after someone else?” Mesist asked, tapping his fingers on a table as he failed to keep his irritation in check. “Surely that's what matters here!” It was this Keep. It was arrogant and brutal, and it was having an effect on them all. They needed to solve this problem with intelligence, not by browbeating each other in a shouting match. The nobles once more descended into a heated discussion, with names being thrown out in every direction as they each tried to find holes in either side's information. “This might be hard to believe,” Cat Elariel, neé Lekal, said as she stepped forward, a small cat in her arms. “But I too visited an Informant and asked about Racine.” This merely added more fuel to the fire. Voices began to be raised in the ballroom, as the duelling dais almost became the sight of drawn weapons once again - though hardly any of the nobles here needed a weapon to be dangerous. People began to doubt, and cast accusations in other directions. Alden stood up again, brandishing his piece of paper as Kassel scowled at him for stealing it without so much as a by-your-leave. Well, Alden reasoned, it was his fault for being distracted by the strange Mistborn. “Whatever is the truth here, someone is lying to us,” he said. “Ren is the only one of the accusers to attempt to prove his information – I am indeed a Soother.” Lord Heron sighed to himself as he watched the nobles fall into discussion once more. He'd have an easier time getting the Prelans and Inquisitors to agree on something than this lot. Luthadel's high society truly was a wonderful thing, at times. “Seems to me,” Mesist interjected as he pushed off from the wall he was leaning against and made an in-road to the middle of the conversation, “that we should send 'em both to the Inquisitors, if we could do that.” “One is enough,” Heron interjected. “My aim is to root out the Skaa, not to destroy my close allies. If I wanted to just find them, I'd send an Inquistor to each of your Houses.” That thought sobered even Fein. At this point, Cadri Raisaal, their host, entered the ballroom, listening into the conversation from afar. It seemed as though both Lady Morinthe and Lady Lekal were acting suspiciously. “One moment... Cat Lekal, who was just made the head of Elariel? Does that not seem a mite suspicious to you? It seems to me as though someone is trying to eliminate Elariel...” It seemed as though things were at least headed in a more useful direction today. It was likely that they would get somewhere, though Lord Heron couldn't say whether it would be forwards or backwards. ...And then they started requesting songs from the band. He sighed and cradled his head in his hands. Lord Ruler, why were these people his father's allies again? “Are you people going to decide?” He finally shouted at them. Lord Ruler, he should not be losing his temper at them. You'd think that the nobles here would be more than willing to off one-another like this, but apparently not. At least some of them were trying. But no, they weren't really listening. With great vexation clearly written across his face, he took a coin out of his pocket and Pushed on it. It shot over the heads of the crowd into the band, and smashed through one of the instruments. At least that got their attention. If only because he had used Allomancy before them. “Well?” he asked. “I'll ask you again – Who killed Quitania Elariel?” Suddenly, one of the footmen from the coaches ran into the hall towards Cadri, almost tripping over the steps to the dais in his rush. “L-Lady Raisaal, another guest has arrived...” “Another guest?” she repeated, looking at the man, with distaste on her face. “One of your friends, Urbain? I wouldn't be surprised that anyone you know would gatecrash.” “...I should send him away, My Lady?” The poor young man looked terrified at the thought. “Of course! The only people who should be allowed here are those that I invited.” She caught eye of Urbain and A'lees. “Oh, and people that Lord Heron deemed fit to arrive, I suppose.” “Well, that's good,” Heron smiled. “Because I did invite him.” Cadri said nothing, then sighed and opened her fan. “Very well then, let him access the ballroom,” she said as she waved her fan at herself. The footman nodded and ran off again. Shortly after, the same doorman as before raised his voice to the crowd. “I... Inquisitor Belmark!” he said, flinching as the great robed figure entered the room, heedless of the announcement and of true propriety. “Belmark,” Heron said, smiling as he stepped off the dais and shook hands with the man. It was just a little unnerving to see someone happy at the presence of an Inquisitor – even someone who worked with them on a daily basis. “I trust you are in good health? May I offer you a glass of wine? Lady Raisaal has an excellent vintage for us today.” Inquisitor Belmark raised a hand to stop him. “My thanks, Lord Heron,” he replied in a dry and raspy voice, “but I will decline.” He dropped his hand and surveyed the crowd. “I am sorry for the loss of your father. He was a man who understood many things...” He trailed off as he continued to scrutinise them, his steel spikes for eyes meeting theirs in turn, searching for something within them. “Lady Racine, it is claimed, is a Skaa,” Heron said. “Though I have not looked into the matter closely myself. Who claims this?” he asked, turning back to the nobles. Half a dozen hands or so shot up in response. "Then we shall examine this more closely." Inquisitor Belmark turned to the wheelchair-bound noble who, to her credit, showed no fear. “You have a son...” He said, as if remembering something he didn't quite know. “I shall enjoy hunting him down like a dog, if you are one of those filthy peasants.” “Do your worst,” Lady Racine Morinthe said defiantly. “I saw how things were going here, and I have already sent my servants to force him to flee the city! Keep Morinthe shall burn in the night sky.” “You think that will be enough to save him?” The Inquisitor asked, a sneer flashing across his face. “You think we cannot find out where he fled to? With all of our methods? The Lord Ruler's servants will find him, I can guarantee you that!” “As I said, do your worst. I will not break.” “We shall see...” Belmark said, as he took a handle of the wheelchair in each arm and started to roll her away, out of the ballroom. “We shall see...” * An hour later, Lord Heron's Terrisman slipped into the ballroom, and handed him a note, before slipping out again, almost entirely unseen. Lord Heron unfurled the note, and read it. Then he waved the other nobles over and read in a clear voice. “Lady Racine Morinthe was... Of noble blood. But she was guilty of other crimes against The Final Empire, including the adoption of Skaa filth in a vain attempt to disguise her infertility to her late husband, amongst other charges. For this, she has been executed.” He closed the note, and stored it in his pocket. Looking over the crowd, he saw Alden, her greatest supporter, with his head in his hands. It was understandable – He'd defended her, after all. But his father had worked with her for almost all their lives, and never suspected anything. Heron walked over and put a hand on Alden's shoulder, not in an unkind way. “Sometimes, it really is that simple.” Lady Racine Morinthe was a Tineye, as well as a Skaa Sympathiser, belonging to House Racine! Racine Morinthe (6) - Kassel Erikell, Fien Urbain, Hadrian Penrod, Kal Fathvell, Mesist A'lees, Cat Lekal Finch Fain (1) - Asyr Tuy Cat Lekal (1) - Mailu Willen Hadrian Penrod (0) - Tonul Venture Alden Izenry (1) - Ashette Cett Night 2 begins! It will end on Wednesday, at 9PM BST (GMT+1), as an extension has been granted. Remember that Steel is still poisoned this Night Turn. The next House Ball will be at Keep A'lees, so if Metacognition has any ideas for his Keep and ballroom that he would like to pass on to me, similar to how Shivertongue did for this, please let me know. Player List

Time, gentlemen (and ladies), please!

...I'm the GM, so I guess I am technically innocent? I'll confirm that I have access to the Skaa doc though >> Two and a half hours left. Rust, you guys can post a lot while I'm having dinner.

13 hours to go, and all you can do is play music? Just a quick public service announcement, since some people seem to be confused by this - When receiving information from an Informant, that information does not leave the pool. It remains that and other people can receive that same info. I will be absent for the next 7 hours or so from this edit.

Just twenty-four hours left in Day 2! I will be unreachable for a large chunk of it, I'm afraid, but hopefully that shouldn't matter too much.

Unless they were in the same House as you (because they'd already know this for sure), correct.

Small bit of clarification on Informant results: GM information will not be specifically noted. If two people ask and no information has been provided, they will each get a GM fact. They do not necessarily get the same GM fact. If two people ask and there is information, they will get a result from amongst that information. It may that they get the same information, or they may not. If there is only one piece of new information to them, they will both get that piece.

Day 2 Quitania took a carriage home from the Heron ball in less good spirits than she had been when she had arrived. She had hoped to make another useful match at that event, or at least to scope out the competition while she was there, perhaps spark a little interest in the eligible nobles there, but that was completely ruined by that announcement. She grimaced a little as she toyed with one of her wedding rings. Why did he have to go and completely screw up her plans like that? “Keep Elariel,” she told her Terrisman, who nodded in response and went to the coachmen to give him the orders. It was always best to keep a certain amount of distance from the Skaa, and particularly with the revelations of the night. Maybe it would even be wiser to leave Luthadel for a while, maybe find a husband out in one of the other Dominances – Only briefly, of course. As she sat down inside the carriage, she saw someone moving closer to the carriage out of the corner of her eye. As she watched, the man muttered something to the driver and the Terrisman. Then he dragged the Skaa off, the man protesting with his slurred speech. These Skaa really did look like animals, flailing around like that. She waved her Terrisman back over through the open window. “What was that about?” “It would appear that our driver was not in a fit state to drive, My Lady,” he explained. “One of Lord Heron's guardsmen has taken him away to be punished. A new one will be provided for shortly.” “Hmm,” Quitania nodded, drumming her fingers on the window frame as she thought about it. The man did appear incoherent. “You recognise the man from Lord Heron's guards?” “He was wearing their colours and uniform, My Lady.” It was probably not a ploy of some kind then. Skaa couldn't think up a plan that intricate. Perhaps she was just getting a little too paranoid. Taking a break after this would be best. “Very well then. You will ride up front, just in case.” The Terrisman bowed. “As you wish, My Lady.” The trip through Luthadel was rather dull, but then it always was. A city of dull colours and duller people. She swung the window closed. Ash was starting to fall, and she didn't want any landing on her. She had enough difficulty keeping her dresses clean without that happening. While the event was over, and she perhaps no longer had to look quite her best today, it was the principle of the thing. You never knew when an opportunity would arise, after all. Something seemed a little off. House Heron didn't often hold balls, and so she wasn't completely sure of the route that they would be taking. Not that she knew her way around Luthadel in the first place. That was for the servants to know, and her to use. But even so, she wasn't quite sure of where they were heading. Wasn't that the Skaa slums she could see? She shifted to the other side of the carriage, and knocked on the separating panels between the passengers and driver. There was no response. The carriage didn't even stop for her. She stood up, wishing that she'd had the foresight to bring a knife or something. She at least had a vial of zinc with her, and she downed that. Anything to get a bit of an edge on what might happen. Throwing open the door, she jumped out of the carriage, tripping as she did so when she hit the ground. She hit her head, but was at least still conscious and able to move thanks to hitting the ash that was piling up around the street. Her dress was completely ruined now, that was for sure. She stood up, a little shakily, her knees hurting from where they'd crashed into the cobblestones. The carriage stopped as the driver realised that she had escaped from the trap that was set for her. He stepped off the seat, a knife in his hand. Quitania quickly realised two things – Firstly, her Terrisman was not with them, and secondly, the knife was already bloodied. “Stay back!” Quitania shouted, holding a hand up. They were just like dogs, really. Talk to them sternly and they'd back down. “My name is Quitania Elariel, and if you even take a single step closer, I will kill you.” The man chuckled. It was a coarse and unpleasant sound that grated on her, and matched his dirty coat, his damaged hat, and his aged look perfectly. How dare this thing laugh at her like that? “Well, you see, if you were a Mistborn, all proper and like, I'd be scared of you, missy. Hell, if you were a Coinshot or a Thug, I'd be worried. But I know that you're just a Rioter. What can you do to me, eh?” Quitania froze, her hand wavering and lowering slightly. Where had he heard that? She'd told no-one. She even tended not to use it in polite society as much as possible to avoid giving it away to an errant Seeker. “W-Who told you that? I order you to answer me!” Once again, the Skaa laughed, though it turned into a hacking cough halfway through. “I don't think there's gonna be much point in me telling you that. Since you'll be dead an' all.” “You think you're going to be able to kill me?” Quitania asked, clenching a fist. “A pathetic Skaa like you?” What she would give for a weapon. Anything, it didn't really matter, just something she could use to kill this insufferable lout. She just wasn't used to a fight; she usually preferred less direct methods. But she could certainly take down a Skaa that was trying to murder her. He didn't even seem to be holding the knife properly. “Look around you, sweetheart.” She turned around. When had a crowd gathered? There wasn't anyone else here when she was in the carriage, was there? Wait, wasn't that the guard amongst the half-dozen Skaa there? He was still wearing the Heron livery, but now she saw him close up, she realised that he was definitely of poor stock. Suddenly she realised just what had happened. “...Oh, Lord Ruler...” * Drax dropped a coin from his hand onto the ground in front of an open door and Pushed against it to slow himself down. He rolled as he hit the floor with a little speed and jumped up to his feet inside the shop, cloak springing up around him as he Pushed on the little metal clips he'd attached to the ends of the tassels. “And the most handsome and most awesome Mistborn in The Final Empire has arrived!” He said, taking a long and sweeping bow to an invisible audience. Dorran, a very minor member of House Urvon, just continued to read his book behind the counter, and did not, much to Drax' disappointment, rise and applaud his magnificent entry. Drax sighed and Pulled the coin he had used to slow his descent back into his hand. “You know, if you don't interact with your customers, you won't get that much business. Did you get a new shipment in today?” At this, Dorran looked up, completely disregarding Drax' banter. “Yes, Lord Erikell,” “Oh, good,” Drax nodded as he went over to the displays. “I'm in rather dire need of more steel, and of course, as my family's used your services for so long, your place was the first I thought of.” “Steel is over to the back left,” Dorran said, gesturing in that direction before going back to his book. Drax walked over, grabbing a pouch from the counter and a small shovel. He opened a polished wooden box near the back, and started to scoop up the fine metal dust into the pouch, all while he tried to ignore the metallic smells of the shop. Then he frowned a little. “Dorran...” “Yes?” “I don't mean to besmirch you or your trade, but... Are you quite sure that you know how to make Allomancer's steel?” He asked, walking over to the counter. “You insult me,” Dorran replied, in a tone that suggested that he really didn't care what Drax thought of him. Drax opened up the pouch so that the tradesman could see the steel he had gathered. “Well, it's just that this steel appears to be green. I didn't even think that mould could grow on steel, but I guess we learn something new every day.” “I am sure that you are mistaken, Lord Erikell. Mould cannot grow on metal.” “It's green, Dorran. Not even rusted, but Copper-tarnish green.” “Green's healthy. It just shows that it's better than the normal steel, Lord Erikell." He caught Drax' frown, and winced a little. No-one wanted an angry Mistborn amongst their clients. At least he'd been paid well for this. "It's still a viable compound, even if it isn't as... efficient.” “When you mean 'safe', say it. Don't try to dance around it with different words. What kind of person do you take me for?” “There's one born every minute, Lord Erikell.” Drax raised a hand to argue, then thought better about it. Besides, it was probably somewhat true anyway. “Well, fine then. But I expect a discount, at the very least.” “Very well, Lord Erikell,” Dorran said, finally looking up and away from his book. “If we can just measure...” Drax had gone, and all that he had left as payment was a single clip. * The Raisaal ballroom was a splendid piece of architecture, even amongst the Keeps of the nobility. It was circular in shape and very large, with the two semicircles split in half by a long red carpet. A few Skaa stayed near the entrance with brooms and brushes to ensure that no ash tainted its colours. The left-hand side was full of seats and tables, placed close enough that one might have a conversation with people on another table, but far enough away that you could ignore them without it being too much of an insult. To the right, a vast area was laid open for dancing, and a band of musicians played gentle music for those who wished to do so. The different part of the ballroom, compared to most other Keeps, was the raised dais that the red carpet led up to and away from in the center. This perfect circle almost defined what House Raisaal stood for on its own. Here, they would hold contests between their Hazekillers and trainees for the entertainment of their guests, or they would even open the dueling circle up to the nobility, if any wished to show their Allomancy off. A stern-faced and slightly scarred Obligator stood next to it to officiate. The guests arrived in a quicker manner than at the House Heron ball, for they knew what was going to be said. However, they did not expect the first words out of Lord Heron's mouth, as he stood on the dais and held his hands up for silence. “Quitania Elariel never arrived back at her Keep last night. Her body was found yesterday in House Kastner's gardens. Lady Cat of House Lekal is now Lady Cat of House Elariel." He sighed. "I am sure that she will not be the first if we do not find them today. So, I ask you – Who killed Quitania Elariel?” Lady Quitania Elariel was a Rioter belonging to House Elariel. Cat is now Lady of House Elariel! As ever, any clues you see within this write-up are ones you've placed there yourself, and you should probably see a psychiatrist about it. The city's supplies of Steel have been poisoned! Day 2 has begun. It will end in 48 hours, on Monday at 9PM BST (GMT+1) Player List

One hour left to get your actions in! That's it for today!

Ah, sorry, must've forgotten to post that one. I think it's on the original rules, but just in case it isn't... All Great House Lords are publicly known at all times. This includes those who were not the Great House Lords at the beginning of the game but become it through being the heir.

There are now 24 hours left in the Night Turn. Remember to get those actions in!

An extension has been requested and granted. In retrospect, perhaps I should have raised the bar a little due to the whole House thing. The Night will now end at 9PM BST on Saturday. This gives the Turn 37 hours left.

I was planning on running 24 hour Night Cycles, since in previous games, almost all the actions were in within those 24 hours. However, I am willing to use extensions if at least 3 people ask for it (or a 1/6th of the players still in the game later on) during the Night Cycle. Edit: Forgot a vote. It's been added. Tineyes may send me the message that they would like to pass on to another player. Please label it as 'Player X to player Y' so I can see at a glance where the post is going.

Overall, Lord Heron was rather pleased with everyone's enthusiasm to kill each other. He doubted it was out of any love his House, or because they were worried about Skaa infiltrators, but even if they were just trying to kill off the competition, it was good that they all took part. It almost made him doubt his own proclamation. And then Mesist walked forward and patted him on the back, in the most insulting of all manners. Did the A'lees heir not realise just how bad a position his House was in? He'd heard the rumours, and was almost tempted to cut the family off even before this, and now it seemed like a little cutting him lose was definitely still a possibility even if he did help. Did his father really tolerate people like this? Well, there was no need for him to do anything immediately. The assembled Houses might take care of the less agreeable here on their own. “Don't touch me, horse-breeder,” he muttered, battling A'lees' hand away from him with irritation plainly written across his face. “I don't know where you've been.” Of course, he shouldn't be quite so surprised that A'lees and Urbain were at each others' throats already. Really, Urbain was a walking target, wearing that horrible outfit. He'd have to remember to send an anonymous gift to Fien's Terrisman for selecting a shirt like that deliberately – Even Urbain's fashion sense wasn't bad enough that he'd pick it himself, and a Terrisman should know better to do that accidentally. Still, even if Heron didn't like it himself, he did find that it was rather amusing to see the other nobles' reactions to the monstrosity. It was this cross-accusation that opened the floodgates. Most of the nobles stood up immediately, pointing fingers and naming names. But then, almost as quickly, the ballroom erupted with a few gasps, and even Heron himself had difficulty processing what he had just heard. “Did I just hear...” He looked at the Phantomhive lad. “Did I just hear you suggest that I was a Skaa?” The room became icy cold as Heron just stared at Jain. The boy fidgeted a little. “It was only a joke,” he eventually mumbled. Heron sighed and leafed through the documents he had with him. The boy was young. He'd learn, one way or another, he thought as he scrunched up the latest Phantomhive contract and tossed it behind him into the magnificent roaring fire behind him. He'd see how amusing Jain found losing the potentially lucrative Urteau contract. Maybe Venture would respect it a little more, considering it was their home city. He proceeded to ignore the boy, but he couldn't help raising a small smirk at the look on Jain's face as his House's futures partly went up in red flames. He resisted an urge to just toss the rest of the documents into the fire and leave when Cett decided to vote for herself. Why was she here again? Was she even on the list? Oh yes, he remembered now; her brother was the one originally invited, but she came in his stead. Some of the nobles seemed to be for building alliances, though whether that was a general thing or to deal with this crisis, he didn't know. Nor did he really care, for that matter. Garde and Seeris, Penrod and Kassel, then Seeris and Tormander. He'd be willing to bet that it wouldn't last the week. There was simply no reason for it to. All that making 'friends' like that would do would be to hide their animosity towards each other. Finally, Penrod started to speak out. He spoke about targets to lynch, it seemed. He had an analytical head on him, but it seemed that he didn't quite get the human aspect of things. Well, he was new to Luthadel. He probably didn't really understand how things were done here. Most nobles trying to break into the capital had that problem. Then again, it was probably just as much as the residents of the place not liking being told what to do by an outsider. There were a few people advocating for Ashette Cett's death as well, though at least she was no longer amongst them. It seemed as though the girl wasn't quite right in the head, not if she proclaimed herself to be a Skaa like that. It could be an act – in fact, it probably was, considering no Noble would ever outwardly appear that weak deliberately – but even so, there was always the chance... A Terrisman walked over to him and whispered something in his ear quietly. Heron held a hand up and walked closer to the fire, so the crackling would cover their conversation from eavesdropping Tineyes. Heron nodded a few times in the conversation, and the Terrisman left. Once more, he walked forwards and raised his voice to the assembled crowd. “Have you anything to say to me then?” As one, Mailu and Kassel pointed at Hadrian Penrod and proclaimed his guilt. The young man just looked at them blankly, disbelief written across his face. Heron waved the sword he was still carrying in the direction of the other nobles. “Does anyone contest this?” A few hands were raised. Heron nodded. “Very well. Who would you accuse?” “Ashette!” Fien shouted. “The damned girl's a nuisance.” “...I remind you were are not meant to be pruning our family trees,” Heron said, though he personally had no idea whether or not they were related. They probably were – They were only so many nobles in Luthadel, after all. And with the Balance and everything, eventually every noble in The Final Empire would be related somehow. “Well, what about Mesist A'lees?” Raisaal asked, looking at him a little. “He is a most disagreeable man. Though I would not be against removing Lord Urbain from this room either.” Lord Heron sighed. They weren't even taking it seriously, it seemed. Maybe a night with this sword hanging over them would make them change their minds. Maybe he could hire that Drax fellow that was always near Kassel to scare them a little into action. Probably not to kill any of them, but just to wound their prides. For irony's sake, he'd have to start with House Erikell, of course. For now though, he was getting rather sick of the sight of them, and the room stank of dried blood. He looked over to his family's so-called allies. “The next ball is scheduled for House Raisaal,” he declared, in a tone that suggested that the evening's frivolities were coming to an end. “I will see you all then. I hope, for your sakes, that you have new information for me.” And without another word, he turned, and left the ballroom. No-one was lynched! Hadrian Penrod (2): Mailliw73, Kasimir Mesist A'lees (2): Shivertongue, Araris Valerian Ashette Cett (2): Fien Urbain, Jain Phantomhive Jae Kastner (1): Alden Izenry Tonul Venture (1): Mesist A'lees Wandrin Nuvidas (1): Kaldin Fathvell Fien Urbain (0): Racine Morinthe Non-Voters (11): Tonul Venture, Asyr Tuy, Hyrun Tormander, Ashette Cett, Finch Fain, Quitania Elariel, Wandrin Nuvidas, Sylinia Seeris, Ren Garde, Jae Kastner, Cat Lekal Night 1 begins! It will end at 9PM BST (GMT+1) on Friday Saturday. An extension may be requested each Night Turn, and if at least 3 of the players do so, another 24 hours will be added. The extension for this Turn has been granted. Note, with the above write-up, any characters mentioned are used because of either their personality, at random, due to events during the cycle, or because of connections with the book. Small clarification before I get inundated with Informant things: Remember, the information for Truths must be relevant and useful. You cannot give information that is relatively easy to guess by probability, such as not being a Lurcher, or not being a member of House X. Tineyes may send me the message that they would like to pass on to another player. Please label it as 'Player X to player Y' so I can see at a glance where the post is going. Also, if Shivertongue and possibly his House would like to give me a brief description of House Raisaal and its ballroom for the next Day Turn, that would be a great help

Voting is now closed! You may no longer send in votes or actions! There will be a brief interlude while I finish the writeup. Please do not post after this.

I'm afraid not. This thread should technically be locked on the hour. If you want to say something, say it before the final results are definitely known, even if there are some hidden factors that won't be revealed until the writeup (i.e, voting manipulation).

Just an hour and ten minutes to go! Any votes or actions made after that time limit will not be counted, so get them in now!

I believe my train gets there for just before five - That is, as long as I can puzzle out how the tube works. I'm coming into London at St Pancras, and from there getting the tube to Picadilly though, so it shouldn't be too bad. Pretty sure there's no changeovers needed there.

Day 1 will finish in just about 24 hours guys! Get those votes in! Also, with regards to Zinc and how it works... You can only Riot a person who has voted, and you must Riot them to another person. You cannot Riot another person's into a no vote, but you can target yourself with it and simply nullify your vote. Oh, and if anyone has any lynch/night death requests, feel free to send them in.

Misread that. For some reason my mind combined 'vote changers' to 'voters', and I was thinking 'why would Ashiok ask that? Of course you can change votes if you haven't voted before, or vote for no-one. How else would you place your first vote?' I'll have to get back on you on that, just need to check how it was done in previous games.