Wyrmhero

Can't remove a vote from a player you haven't voted on In other words, that's circumventing the rules, and would be frowned upon most highly. People need to stop trying to game the system >>.

Kas posted on this thread! That means he's playing! You all saw it!

Point taken. All formatting bar the standard is banned, other than greentexting the person you're removing your vote from, and redtexting the player you are adding your vote to. It would be fairly obvious from the sheer number of posts you'd have to make to do that though, as remember that you can't vote for a player and remove a vote from that same player in the same post. Attempting to circumvent the rules in such a way would get you smitten smoted smited killed. If you have any questions for the GM when the game begins, as all posting in the thread except for votes is forbidden, please PM them to me, and I will clarify the rule in the thread if appropriate. That's the plan

No, that's fine. It's just for people changing their names. Other than the person you're voting for being in red, and the person you're removing your vote for being in green, no coloured text allowed :P. Well, other than black.

I suppose due to the restrictions on thread-posting, though it's kind of the opposite. The mafia do not have a doc, but they will know who the other people on their team are. I can add the order that the votes were made. I'll post next to peoples' posts (X), where X is the numbered vote on them (even if X-1 has been retracted, for example). I also have no problem with colouring the votes on a player to reflect what alignment the player was when that player dies. Also, while I am posting, a word to those people who want to take part in the Ookla festivities later this month - Last year, I got very frustrated with people doing this, as I had no warning and suddenly had a load of people posting under different names and sometimes different images. It doesn't help any of the players to change your name, and it certainly doesn't help the GM either, who needs to pay the most attention to who has done what. However, having said that it annoyed me, I also don't want to outlaw it as people don't usually do it to annoy and just want to join in with a religious festival fun forum activity. As such, I'm going to implement a rule to make this manageable: If you plan on changing your name at any point later in the game, I will require you to preface every single post you make with your actual username, even before your name changes. I will give you one chance to correct all your posts, but after that, if you make another post and one of your posts does not contain your name, I will kill you off. Also remember that this game is about restricting the information players can give to each other. Only your votes should speak for you. As such, if you change your name (or title) in a way that I deem to be an attempt to give out information, I will kill you off. Strictly speaking, this is just the logical extension of my previous comment, but I thought it was worth pointing out.

Correct, there are no PMs either. Players cannot interact with each other except by their votes - And any attempt to circumvent that will be considered attempting to break the rules of the game. It amuses me that you guys are naming yourselves, when the whole point of this is that there is to be no RP and no writeups As for whether or not it's similar to Doc and Alexis' game, I don't know, you'll have to tell me which one that was.

Adding to the firs- Wait a minute...

Ah, someone asks Adding the rules to the first post

QF28: Minimalist Elimination Silence is golden. This game is a roleless QF game. Each Turn will last 24 hours. It will begin at 21:00 GMT on Wednesday next week. Each Turn, the player with the most votes (or a player randomly chosen between tied players) will be lynched and an Eliminator (chosen in sequence) will be asked to kill a player. There will be a number of people selected as Eliminators, and everyone else will be Villagers. The Eliminators will know who their allies are, but unlike normal games, they cannot communicate in secret. The game ends when the Eliminators equal or outnumber the Villagers (Eliminator win), or the Eliminators are all dead (Village win). But that's not too interesting - What's the twist? Well, there are two twists, you'll be glad to know. One large, and one small. The small rule change is as follows: Instead of the GM posting the votes for the lynch each Turn, a spreadsheet will be provided with far more information. The first tab will be a summary of how the votes ended each Turn, which is basically your lynch summary that you get in normal games. The other tabs will be a list of every vote that player made each Turn, and whether or not they were retracted. Therefore, all the previous turn's information will be available for everyone at all times at a glance. The large rule change is that players may only post one of two things in the thread - 'Voting for [Player]' or 'Removing vote from [Player]'. Not even RP or bluetext is allowed. You also may not vote for a player and then remove that vote from the same player within the same post. Therefore, this game is designed to have analysis easily accessible, and to require less time commitment from everyone. It will also test your ability to manipulate people and figure out peoples' alignments solely with votes, and not with words. The game will begin at 21:00 GMT on Wednesday next week Player List Quick Links:

Indeed. Normally I do a bit of post-game analysis, seeing which bit of the games worked and which didn't, but I think this time a fairly short summary is more appropriate. 1) The extra lives for conversions worked well and made people think about playing in different ways. This is good. The extra lives mean that people are happier to wait for more interesting potential converts, but at the same time, the Village is rewarded for finding the Seer early still. 2) At the end of the game, we had a 25% inactivity rate. That's more than the maximum number of Eliminators this game could have had (which would have been ~20%). 3) The Eliminators should not have won. Both DA and Araris tripped up, and in any other game it would have cost their team the victory. It's only due to point 2 that they still won. I'm glad people enjoyed the game, as well as the story. However, from a GM's perspective, the inactivity rate in this game was very disheartening. At this ridiculously high rate, any attempt at balance goes out the window because the GM cannot plan for it, and arguably should not plan for it. We as a community need to figure this out, and if that means having smaller-sized, simpler and shorter games, then that's a perfectly good solution if it leads to better games. I have had a few ideas which might lead to more activity within the games, and I've discussed them with Orlok and Wilson. Next time I GM (I believe it's an MR, which seems appropriate for these ideas), I will be using them, and it will be interesting to see what effect they have on the games...

While I can understand your dislike of it as a move within the game, it should be noted that Orlok's dropping out was a protest move and not intended to help the Village. As a GM, I would never allow a player to drop out just to save the Village a lynch and prove their innocence; You are correct in saying that the lynch (and also Coinshot roles) are the way to prove innocence, and that the Village has to make use of the lynch or kill Role for that. However, having said that I agree with you that dropping out in such a way is gamebreaking, I also understand Orlok's reasoning and I quite possibly would have requested the same in his shoes. We allowed it in this case because it was very, very clear that Orlok was not doing it to gain an advantage for his side. With regards to discussing Orlok's greviences, and why we let him drop out, I would prefer to take that off-thread for privacy reasons. There will be a PM going round at some point in the near future to all parties involved to discuss this.

There's not a huge amount in either, but I have added them.

Finale: Pragmatism Waern looked over his desk at them, drumming his fingers as he thought about what to do. They looked so confident, and in truth they had every right to be. They outnumbered him, and there was no Allomancy to even the odds. On either side, really. Not unless Nickel got creative with some Soothing. "This is... an awkward position we are in," Waern said with a sigh, finally. "Everyone knows it's you two - Well, everyone alive, at any rate," he corrected himself, "but we can't really do anything about you. I could threaten to turn you over to the Inquisition, but you would just kill me. Obviously, I'd quite like to prevent that. You have no real reason to keep me alive either, for that matter, which is something I would quite like to change." "So what are you offering?" Hadrian asked. "A truce," Waern said, though it hurt him to suggest it. "We can continue this merry dance for a bit longer, but all that will happen is that more people will die. Most likely people on my side. The intelligent thing to do would be to call an end to it now, while there are still people alive. We surrender; you win." "Just like that?" Hadrian raised an eyebrow. "Just like that," Waern nodded in agreement. "I have always prided myself on being a practical man. If fighting is sure to result in a loss, then it must be avoided if possible. We'll state that the state of emergency is over with, and the traitors have been cause. With Sheon's death, there are none left who would speak out against you. Perhaps they don't know, perhaps they don't care. Either way, the only ones willing to take action over this debacle are us three in this room." "And what about Jaina? You expect her to remain silent?" Nickel asked. "I've already dealt with her," Waern said, darkly. "Consider it a gesture of good faith. She will be implicated as the final member of the traitor's group, and the matter will be closed. We will forget this ever happened, and get on with our lives." "What evidence do we have that you'll keep quiet though?" Hadrian asked. "All very well to say it's an amnesty for now, but what about tomorrow? Or next week?" "We'll fashion a dead drop," Waern suggested. "If either party dies, or attempts to publicise what has happened this past week and a half, the incriminating evidence on that party will find its way into the hands of our higher ups. And I don't think they would be pleased with any of us if any of it became public. We would all be implicated and become wanted men, regardless of who broke the truce." Nickel smiled a bit. "Ah yes. I don't think you want that being made public. We'd just be executed, but you'd be tortured first, wouldn't you?" He looked to Hadrian. "I think we can trust this amnesty." "Sure?" Hadrian asked, still hesitant. "What about the atium we were given? From the vault, I mean?" "Sell it," Waern shrugged. "A bit of creative accounting here and there, and I'll replenish our atium stock soon enough, with no-one any the wiser. As for the beads in your possession, I'm sure there's a black market somewhere around this city that will buy it. If not, at some point I will send you to another Dominance under the guise of being there for work, so you can find a better market." "You've thought this through, haven't you?" Nickel said with a chuckle. "It was an event I planned for from the start," Waern said. "Contingency plans are always useful. Besides, I feel goodwill towards you, after all this is done with. This whole event has brought to light a painful thorn in my side that I wasn't aware of, and then even better, it has also removed it in swift succession. It may not be due to you two specifically, but I am feeling rather generous at present. So please, consider it - We call an end to it, and I swear of your innocence, or we see this through, the rest of us die, and you live out the rest of your lives wanted by the Inquisition." Hadrian and Nickel considered the matter, and then both nodded. "Very well, we'll accept your terms." "Good." Waern raised his hand across the desk, and shook both of their hands in turn. "I think that this will be the start of a very long and worthwhile friendship. And incidentally, if you haven't had your fulfillment of subterfuge and skullduggery, I might have an opportunity open for you in the near future..." There were some people back in Luthadel who had to pay for what they'd done to him. Perhaps he had found someone to help him with that matter. Internally he was seething, putting all his effort into maintaining the mask, but that didn't mean he couldn't spot potential assets all the same. "We will consider it," Nickel nodded, as they both stood up from their chairs. "In the meantime, it has been a pleasure doing business with you sir." "Yes, thank you sir," Hadrian said with a small bow, just enough to be polite, "for your generous terms." "The pleasure is mine," Waern said, as he opened the door for them, ever the gracious host. He closed the door gently after they had left, and sat back down in his office chair. He was thankful that his office was soundproofed, as it meant that no-one could hear him swear. The Eliminators win! Eliminator Doc Master Spreadsheet Dead Doc Spec Doc

Taunting the GM is dangerous, Aonar...

Night 10: Appeal For Calm Waern knocked on Sheon's door, fountain pen and clipboard in his other hand. When there was no response, he knocked again. A sleepy Sheon answered, covering his mouth as he yawned. "What-" he yawned again. "What's wrong, sir?" "Where is everyone?" Waern asked, frowning at him. "Why aren't you all in the atrium?" "Can't speak about everyone else, sir, but... I'm feeling a bit drained today." Waern sighed. "Fine. Give me a name." "Uh... Hadrian?" Sheon said, blinking a bit in confusion. Waern nodded and added a marker to his tally. "Fine, you're dismissed, or whatever." "Thanks sir... Night..." Sheon gave him a slow bow, and then closed the door. "Night?" Waern asked himself, "It's ten in the morning! Lord Ruler save me from these people..." He sighed and took a few breaths. "Right, let's see..." He looked at the table he had been jotting down, and groaned. His hand had smudged the ink, rendering it entirely unreadable. He yelled a wordless scream of fury and threw it down the corridor, storming off. No-one was lynched! Hadrian/Araris Valerian (1): Sheon/Seonid, Jaina/little wilson Sheon/Seonid (1): Hadrian/Araris Valerian Night 10 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Saturday. There is no longer a Tineye alive, so PMs may not continue. Players Quick Links:

Sorry, was out later than expected - The Day Turn closed an hour ago I'm afraid, so I will not be counting Aonar's vote. New Turn up shortly.

Day 10: A Knife in the Dark Waern crept down the corridor, fearful of being seen despite the fact that it was his own building, and he had every right to be wherever he chose to be within its grounds. No, tonight was not a night that he wanted to be seen. Before him at the end of the corridor, the sound of footsteps approached. Waern paused, pressing himself up against the wall to avoid being seen. A figure went past the turning. While he couldn’t make them out, he could clearly see that they were determined to achieve something this night. Considering it looked like they were headed towards Cyfna’s room, and he could make out the metal gleam of a dagger, he had a good idea what it was. He thought about following them, but shook his head. He had more important things to take care of tonight. The second thing Locke did, after locking the door to his room (you never could be too careful), was to light the candle beside his mirror. The light illuminated the area around him faintly, just enough to do a little reading in the darkness of the night. He reached into his pocket and unfolded the letter that Armina had left him. It was perhaps the seventh or eighth time that he had read the note since it fell into his possession, but he was far from bored from it – in fact, it seemed to get more and more enjoyable every time. Locke couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as his eyes skimmed the words again. “Something funny, Obligator?” Locke looked up and froze. In the reflection of his mirror, he could see Waern stepping out of the shadow like a wraith, into the dim glow of the candle. “Sir!” A hand containing a set of keys clamped around his chest and held him in place. “I would tell you that I’m not going to enjoy this, that this is nothing personal...” Waern muttered into his ear as the knife plunged in-between Locke’s ribcage. “But we both know that would be a lie.” He twisted the knife around, before removing it and letting Locke fall to the floor under his own weight. As he hit the ground, Locke tried to crawl away, further back into his room, one hand clamped at his side to stem the flow, but it wasn't long before he started to falter. He knew that moving away was a pointless endeavour that would only delay any further attack and risked making the wound worse. It wasn’t as though there was any way for him to try and escape either; Waern was blocking his only exit. He gave up, knowing he couldn’t escape, and pushed himself over, bloody handprints marking the floor where he pressed down. “S-sir! Why?” He managed to choke out, in between breaths. No, why wasn't what he truly wanted to know - How, was what he wanted to know, how had he found out? “You don’t think I could tell you had something planned?” Waern asked, his voice surprisingly calm and quiet. “The handwriting on that note looks like that pathetic skaa girl's. Considering your mirth, I think I can guess what it says... After all that happened between you, I’m surprised she gave you that information, but I knew that you were planning something big regardless…” “I was hesitant, I admit. It was a bit of a risk to assume your plot was to do with me, but I was willing to kill you for potentially no reason. Just in case, you understand. But no, I am entirely vindicated.” He smiled down at Locke, stepping forcefully on his foot and pressing down. “This is clearly an attempt at blackmailing one of The Lord Ruler’s officials, a crime punishable by death. Not that anyone will know it was me here, anyway. We still have a few murderers around here that I can pin it on…” “But...” Locke said, trying to push himself up. His palm slipped, slick from the blood, and he dropped down onto his back again with a painful thud. “What if-” “What if you’d told someone?” Waern grinned. “I know you, Locke, better than you think. You're similar to me in my youth. You're too clever, too power-hungry for your own good. You would never have given anything away to other people that you could benefit from yourself. You would have kept it close to your heart, perhaps making a few careful arrangements once the game began in earnest, but you'd still wait until the last possible moment… And of course, it seems that I was right. Unfortunately for you, I simply know you too well, and I started making my move before you were ready to even begin playing.” He crouched down and picked up the letter from where it had fallen from Locke’s hands. “Don’t feel too disheartened. It all comes down to experience, really. I’ve been involved with politics for far too long, and I know when someone’s becoming ready to make a power grab.” He went over to the candle Locke had lit, and held the paper over it. It started to singe, and give off a faint plume of smoke, before it caught alight. Waern waited until all of it had burnt to cinders except for the part he was using to hold the letter, and then let the rest fall onto the wick. He carefully stepped around the pool of blood, and the expiring Locke, as he left the room. “Goodbye, Locke,” he said, pausing on his way out of the door, “I’ll see you in hell.” He believed it too. Cyfna was a Seeker! Day 10 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Friday. There is no longer a Tineye alive, so PMs may not continue. Players Quick Links:

Night 9: Love of Money Once, twice, three times the body swung as a pendulum before it eventually came to a halt. Marsh's crazed grin leered down at them, light reflecting off his eyes and giving him an almost demonic look. It was as though he could spring back to life at any second, and leap down from the rafters, snapping the rope as he descended upon them like the supernatural horror that the skaa believed Mistwraiths to be. They all stood around the body, none of them superstitious but all very cautious, watching it for any sign of movement. Eventually one of the Obligators crept forward and shoved at his arm, jumping back as if it was going to snap back at them. But no, the body didn't make any attempt to exact revenge; it only swayed slightly from the push before once again coming to a stop. Waern leaned down and picked the chair up from the floor, setting it upright again. The sighed slightly at the damage done to the fine woodwork of the chair. Ah well, sacrifices must be made in the name of progress. At it was a very old chair anyway, already scarred from Joe's attempt at stacking them up to create a barricade. No great loss. "Locke, go and search his room. I'm sure you'll find further evidence there." Locke snapped a salute. "Yes sir," he said, before heading off. Waern waited until everyone else had left, and then followed him, his hand sliding down to the knife at his belt... Marsh/Darkness_ was a Traitor! Marsh/Darkness_ (2): Jaina/little wilson, Cyfna/Elbereth Sheon/Seonid (1): Hadrian/Araris Valerian. Night 9 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Wednesday. There is no longer a Tineye alive, so PMs may not continue. Players Quick Links:

As Orlok has dropped out from the game, I will not be counting said vote and will not count him towards victory conditions.

Day 9: Buried in Tin They found his body under a mountain of metal. "What the hell?" Darian asked, frowning. He pinched a bit of the metal shavings from the top of the heap, and played with the granules between his fingers, examining it closely. "Well... It's either iron or steel or tin..." "It's tin," Waern confirmed. "How do you know?" Darian said, standing back up straight and dusting his fingers down on his coat. "Drought was a Tineye," Waern replied. "If there's nothing else we've seen from these traitors, they like to be ironic in their killings." "I don't know if this counts as ironic..." Davus said, putting a hand into the heap and brushing a large chunk of it away, spilling the shavings onto he floor. "At the very least, it's not subtle." "Hm," Waern nodded in agreement. "Well, if they're betraying us for something as meager as material wealth, they can't be that bright. We can hardly expect murders on a grand philosophical scale can we?" He shrugged. "Well, keep looking for them, then." Droughtbringer was a Tineye! Day 9 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Tuesday. There is no longer a Tineye alive, so PMs must stop now! Players Quick Links:

Night 8: Fruitless “Someone move the bed over, maybe there’s something underneath that!” Locke shouted, surveying the debris in the room. “Whatever you say boss,” Marsh said as he tipped the bed over and heaved it up to see underneath it. There was nothing underneath, other than a small collection of dust that had built up over a long period of time. “Fine,” Locke nodded to himself. “The bookshelf then!” “Right-o!” Jaina smiled as she carefully slid her fingers behind the shelf and tipped it forward. “Timber!” Books slid out of it and were crumpled under the weight of the wood. Locke winced. “I’d have preferred it if you didn’t break any spines while doing that. Oh well, no matter… All in a good cause. Has someone gone through her bags?” “Nothing in there,” Nickel shook his head as he poked at the scattered contents on the floor with his foot. “Not unless you want me to go through all these notes. Pretty sure they’re mostly just work-related. Also, this would go by quicker if you were helping.” “I am helping,” Locke responded, "I'm supervising. Besides, look through those notes. Perhaps there's something hidden away within in code." He turned to the fifth and final occupant of the room. “Cyfna, anything?” Cyfna turned to him, and then shook her head. “The chest of drawers just contains clothes, no atium to be found.” “We can’t discount that it wasn’t hidden here,” Locke said, nodding to himself. “Could simply be hidden elsewhere. But we're not dealing with someone who is thinking logically, remember. She betrayed The Final Empire, she obviously wasn't thinking clearly. I mean, who knows what went through her mind?” “I can tell you what went around Pix’s throat, if you’d prefer.” The five of them turned towards the door to see Waern there, an amused smirk on his face as he leant against the frame, watching them work. “No takers? Pity, it’s a breath-taking story. It'll leave you speechless.” “Sir!” Locke said, grimacing a little but pulling off a smart stand to attention nonetheless. “We are looking through Pix’s possessions to find-” “-to find nothing,” Waern cut him off, standing up straight and frowning at him. The trace of humour in his face was not gone, but it was certainly lessened now. “Yes, I can see that. Don’t feel so downhearted about not finding any evidence here, I wouldn't have expected you to.” “But sir, if not here, then where?” “Nowhere. Pix wasn’t one of them.” Locke felt his stomach drop. “Wh- No, sir. That’s impossible.” “Is it?” Waern smiled cruelly and took a step towards him. Locke took a step back. “Face it, Locke. You had a win yesterday, and all of a sudden, you’ve become arrogant. Moreso, even. Before, it was tolerable, but now it's aggrevating. And for that matter...” His hand grabbed Locke’s shirt around the collar. He pulled Locke towards him, causing the younger man to stumble off-balance in surprise. “...if you ever go above my head again and kill one of your fellow Obligators here without my say so…" He tugged on the shirt, tightening the collar around Locke's neck. "Nooses are one-size-fits-all, Obligator.” He pushed Locke back with a surprisingly strong shove. Locke fell down to the ground on his rear, looking up at the Prelan. “Do we have an understanding?” Waern asked, glaring back down at him. “...Understood, sir.” Locke said through gritted teeth, shifting the gaze to the floor and adjusting his collar. Appearances must be maintained. “Sorry, sir.” “Good. Let this be a lesson to you,” Waern said. He spared a glance at the others, and then he left the room. There was a silence in the room for a moment, as the four of them considered what had just transpired. “...So… What now boss?” Marsh finally asked, still supporting the weight of the bed on his shoulder. “I wouldn't normally rush you like this, it's just that this bed frame is really starting to dig into my collarbone.” “What are you asking me for?!” Locke snapped, jumping to his feet. “Keep searching! Find anything that can help, dammit!” Down the corridor, just within earshot, Waern chucked to himself. Then he started to whistle. It was going to be an excellent day. Pix/Lemonelon was an Obligator! Pix/Lemonelon (6): Locke/Orlok Tsubodai, Hadrian/Araris Valerian, Marsh/Darkness_, Jaina/little wilson, Cyfna/Elbereth, Nickel/Aonar Faileas Locke/Orlok Tsubodai (1): Pix/Lemonelon Night 8 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Saturday, but the next Day will not begin until 21:00 PM GMT on Sunday. There is still a Tineye alive, so PMs may be continue to be sent. Players Quick Links:

Yup, mistake. Fixed.

Day 8: Pulling the Thread Waern whistled as he did his careful patrol that night. He didn't bother to keep the noise down; at this point in time, he felt untouchable. What could possibly hurt him now the one thorn in his side was dead? And with no-one alive knowing the truth, every problem in his life had simply disappeared. He was on the rise to greatness once again. And this situation could very well be what propelled him. No longer did he have to worry about his past coming back to bite him. It was no time for carelessness of course, and Locke troubled him somewhat, but he felt freer now than he had done in many years. The sword raised above his head had been vanquished. Everything was looking up. A rope lay across the floor before him, disappearing off into another room. Puzzled by this, Waern looked around before carefully picking it up. It had some give, but as he pulled back on it, it tightened up. He pulled with more strength, and gained a little ground from it. Setting himself into a sturdier, more stable stance, he pulled with yet more strength, and was rewarded for his efforts as he heard something snap. There was a thump from the room, behind the door. Waern slowly shuffled into the room, looking around carefully in case anyone used the chance to attack him. But no, the room was silent other than him. He lit a candle, which illuminated the body of Sony. Marks on the neck showed that he had been strangled before his death. The corpse also had a broken neck, if he was any judge. Waern knelt down and examined the body. He winced. The body was still warm. It also seemed as though the neck was the cause of death, not suffocation as he had first surmised. A broken neck he had just caused, as a matter of fact. He dropped the rope back onto the floor and hurried out of the room. Someone else could discover that tomorrow morning. Sony was an Obligator! Day 8 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Friday. There is still a Tineye alive, so PMs may be continue to be sent. Players Quick Links:

Night 7: Foresight Locke, Assuming your similarity to a Koloss does not extend further than your looks, you will have noticed that I do not like you. And in case it does, I have stated it for you anyway. If this letter has found you, then I am dead, and one of my associates will have delivered this letter to you in secret, because I believe you to be the correct person for this. I'm not too surprised by this, I knew it was unlikely that I would survive all of my plans. But even from beyond the grave, I am glad to say that I will still be sowing chaos. And you will help me. So you may be asking yourself in this moment, ‘why me? Why has the talented, intelligent and beautiful – and sadly deceased - Armina seen fit to bless my worthless, pitiful, meaningless existence with this letter?’ The answer, o Obligator of little brain, is because I know you will avenge me, and happily at that. ‘Now Armina,’ you will be saying, in that incredulous tone you always take when someone has outsmarted you, ‘why would I avenge the death of a skaa? One that I spend most of my day hating, at that?’ You simply won’t be able to help yourself. This letter will give you everything you need to destroy Waern. Perhaps you think it’s odd for me to have my revenge be your success, but it’s only odd if you’re as self-centred as you are, and think that this particular revenge is all about you. It is not. You were at best an amusing distraction from my real enemy. You see, while I hate you, I hate Waern far more. I enclose within this letter the dirt you need on Waern. You will avenge me by making his life a living hell, playing him like a puppet on your strings. It makes me happy to know that you will torture yourself over the fact that I’m the one you owe any success in your life to. Though, I’m sure Waern will also try to stab you in the back at some point, so perhaps there’s a chance for you both to suffer at my hand. Unfortunately, this does mean you will need to find another hobby other than thinking about me. Armina Locke’s eyes skimmed the other information enclosed within the envelope. His eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then he couldn’t contain it anymore, and started to laugh, not just at the letter’s contents, but the whole situation. She must have written this some time ago, before he started to call her out. Certainly he doubted she would be happy for him to have this now. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have forced me to do some cleaning,” Locke mused to himself, pocketing the letter he certainly was not meant to have found yet. He placed the book back on the shelf that he had been dusting. He’d found the book in the wrong place, and was going to put it back on the correct shelf, but suddenly he no longer cared about the library ordering system. Everything fell into place as he thought about yesterday, and the supposed ‘evidence’ that Waern had overruled them with. He knew she must have had something held over Waern’s head, but now he knew what it was. And it was certainly effective. But now he had information as well. All he had to do was take her out as carefully and quietly as possible… When Locke arrived in the atrium, a tad late to the meeting, here was already a heated discussion under way. Or more precisely, a discussion had already occurred, and he was here witnessing the aftermath. “-I’ll tell them what I’ve kept secret!” Armina was shouting at Waern and the other assembled Obligators. Locke began to panic. To hell with being careful! His blackmail was worthless, worthless, if it became public knowledge. He had to act fast. His hand went to the knife on his belt and he drew it, striding forwards quickly, up behind Armina. “My very last act shall be to destroy you and everything you’ve lived for, Waer-!” He buried the knife in the side of Armina’s neck, clamping a hand over her mouth to quiet her. He held her briefly in his arm, ensuring her silence with his hand, waiting until she expired. She bit at his hand, trying to get him to let go, but his hold on her was too strong for her to shake. When he could no longer feel her breath on his palm, he withdrew the knife and let her unceremoniously drop to the floor. He picked her arm up and wiped his knife on her sleeve, before letting it fall again. “...Apologies sir,” Locke then said, bowing to Waern and the rest of the crowd. “But I couldn’t stand by while she started to slander you. Who knows what lies she was going to create in her desperation?” “Hm...” Waern nodded, drawing a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing at the sweat on his forehead. “Yes, yes. You are forgiven, Obligator Locke. As she was a skaa heretic, your indignation at her continued existence is understandable. I think it is only right to commend you for your swift resolution of the situation. I promise you that your service today won't be forgotten.” Locke grinned. Armina (Arranae) was a Seer! Armina/Arranae (8): Sheon/Seonid, Locke/Orlok Tsubodai, Hadrian/Araris Valerian, John/Shqueeves, Variel/StrikeEZ, Marsh/Darkness_, Pix/Lemeonelon, Sony Locke/Orlok Tsubodai (1): Armina/Arranae Night 7 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Wednesday. 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Day 7: Hanged Waern arrived at the atrium to find everyone already there. Raised voices greeting him, an argument already in progress. "What is going on?" he asked, raising his own voice to be heard. He faltered slightly at Armina's presence, but mustered himself. "Why are you all yelling at each other? This is hardly professional!" Fine, now he was yelling. But it was different for him, he was allowed to yell. It was his damned building, and he'd do what he liked within it. "Why didn't you kill her?" Locke asked, gesturing at Armina. "You're the one who wanted us to turn on each other, what has suddenly changed that you aren't following through on your end of this deal?" "Nothing has changed," Waern said quickly. "And I'll thank you to remember your place here, Obligator. There was simply some... evidence... that trumped your accusations, nothing more than that. That will have to satisfy you, as I am not at liberty to divulge the nature of that evidence as of this moment in time." "Fine, sir, I suppose that will have to do," Locke replied, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "Then if you'll forgive me, I'll go and do something more constructive than trying to find that skaa infiltrator. Which according to you, is apparently literally anything else." With that, he stormed off. "He seems angry, but that's never an excuse to raise your voice at your superior," Armina said, smiling sweetly at Waern. "Perhaps he should be reminded who's in charge here. Perhaps a week of cleaning duty will help him to remember where he stands?" Waern clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, nodding once, before turning his back on her and walking off. He was in no mood to deal with the degree of smugness Armina was displaying today. He was interrupted in his brooding by a shout from the hall. "Everyone, come here!" Locke's voice shouted from the hall. "And someone bring me a knife!" They found him in the hall, in front of a large window. Locke carefully tested his weight on the windowsill and lifted himself up, steadying himself against the glass. He stretched out his arm to the group, and Waern wordlessly passed Locke the knife from his belt. Locke busied himself cutting at the ropes that suspended Alrin from the heavy iron frame, looped around the handles. "Someone hung him there?" Variel asked, voice full of surprise. "They're mocking us. Mocking our efforts to catch them." "They hanged him," Waern said, absent-mindedly. "Paintings are hung, people are hanged," He shook himself out of his stupor. "I mean, yes, you're right. They are mocking us. But that just means we have all the more reason to find them, doesn't it?" "Got it!" Locke said from above them, as a few threads started to snap. "Look out below!" The final thread of the rope snapped under the blade of the knife, and there was a shriek of surprise from the group as the body fell on them. Almost all of them managed to get away in time. Hadrian stepped back towards Alrin, leaning down to examine him. "Is he-" he begun. "He's dead," John said quickly, "now please for the love of the Lord Ruler, help get him the hell off me. ...Oh, Lord Ruler, he's cold, and he's starting to smell. I think I'm going to be sick..." Alrin (Arinian) was an Obligator! Day 7 has begun! It will end at 21:00 PM GMT on Tuesday. There is still a Tineye alive, so PMs may be continue to be sent. Players Quick Links: