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Actually, Ash, creating a Line of Warding/Forbiddance is a great idea for the Forgotten, if they don't think they can get away with forcing a wild chalkling kill. It prevents them from being discovered by rithmatists, like yourself, who are drawing chalklings. If fact, if I were the Forgotten, I would probably be alternating kills with Lines of Forbiddance, assuming that there are only two left (and the same player cannot make consecutive kills). This would still apply the first cycle, seeing how Dui had gone inactive. Given that you are one of my top suspects at the moment, I find this rather weak defence more than a little suspect as well. Perhaps the even better question, that I'm surprised no one has bothered asking, is this: why did you target Chase? You shouldn't have had anything return from your chalkling, whether she had been a Forgotten using Vigor/Killing, or a rithmatist using Making. That means you had absolutely no motivation for Seeking her, other than "finding her suspicious." When you apply this in context and realize that you wouldn't have learned anything from your action, this seems incredibly silly. In fact, an non-standard result would only seem to confirm Chase's innocence, seeing how LoW/F aren't useful to the Forgotten the first cycle. This leaves us with three options. Either, A) You're an Artist, B, you're a Forgotten, or C) you didn't read the rules for Lines of Making. Right at the moment, I'm guessing Forgotten. However, Chase has more votes, and if she's a Forgotten, you probably are, and vice versa, so that vote works for me. Rlint. Falaise was looking glum, slowly rubbing a piece of chalk between his fingers. "Dusts. They seem to have found others to suspect." He sighed shrugged his shoulders. "Well, there's always the Forgotten, I suppose. Not quite as satisfying, but justice will still be served." Aaron shook his head and looked around, making sure no one was nearby. "Can it, Falaise. I still don't know what the heck you're talking about. I never did anything to you. I figured I just made you up." "I'm no less real than you are. With the number of lies you've spun about yourself, I'm probably more." Falaise was kneeling on the ground, absentmindedly scrawling designs onto the bare rock. The lines and shapes he drew looked strangely familiar to Aaron, but they weren't rithmatic. Not that he knew, anyways. "Wait. Stop. What was that, what you just drew?" It was a series of curving lines that formed two pairs of perpendicular crescents. Something about it was extremely familiar, and made bile rise in the back of Aaron's throat. "This? This is nothing. A doodle." Something about the expression on his face said otherwise, however. Falaise was waiting for something. He was searching for something in Aaron's reaction. "I... I know that Line. It... silences... things." He paused, with his hands on his head, trying to understand the vague flashes of memory he was experiencing. "How do I know that? Why do I know that?" His voice was rising as he spoke. Some of the other rithmatists were starting to take notice. Joel came over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, you all right?" "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine." Aaron shrugged Joel's hand off and turned back towards his tent, shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear it. "I just need a minute. I'll be out again soon." Falaise stood off to the side, grinning widely throughout the whole exchange.
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Good game, everyone. Before I get in to talking about the game a little more (if I ever get around to it) I want to get in some end of game RP. (I still need Aonar alive for whenever Joe runs his 17th shard game. ) Sitting up, Aonar groaned and stretched, wincing as the bones in his face rearranged themselves into their proper alignment. If Harmony wanted him out of the way, he could’ve been a bit more subtle about it. Those Kandra were rusting thorough. It was a good thing he’d saved up enough health to survive that much blunt trauma. While going about without most of his more useful metalminds was a pain, it was worth it to avoid death. Tapping a dab of gold and bronze to keep him alive and conscious, tapping cadmium and storing brass to appear dead even to those trained in medicine. It was a trick he’d perfected over the years. Luckily, most people didn’t think to check for metalminds in false teeth. Aonar stood and looked around, vertebrae cracking as his spine straightened. He was in an alley, not far from the tavern. Probably the first place the Set guards could find to dump him. He was glad none of them had gotten the bright idea to bury him. That might have been a mess he couldn’t escape from. Not with just four metals to work with, anyways. While he vaguely wondered how the Kandra's work was going, it probably wasn’t worth the trouble of getting himself forcibly removed again. For some reason, Aonar had a feeling that they wouldn’t be too happy to have someone return from the dead. Emptying the last of his goldminds, he cleared up his remaining cuts and bruises. Sticking his hand into his pocket, Aonar felt at the rings there and went through the list, hoping there had been enough health left over to regain another metal. Pewter? Nope. Zinc? Unfortunately not. Tin? No. Steel? There was something there. Not as definite as he’d like it to be, but he could probably tap a little of it in a pinch. Slipping a few of the rings on his fingers, Aonar left for his motorcar a few blocks over. Hopefully no one had stolen it while he’d been locked inside that tavern. He wasn’t quite sure where he would go, but anywhere was better than this. He was done with vacationing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More than a week later, Aonar stood outside a smoking ruin. It was barely recognizable as the tavern where Elendel’s corruption had been finally brought to heel. The fire had been Aonar’s contribution. Elendel’s citizens were beginning to flood back in, and it was probably best that they didn’t find out what happened here. The kandra had done their work well. The Koloss Riots had fallen apart, and the Set was reeling, scrambling to recover now that all their agents in Elendel were dead. Perhaps not the most elegant solution, but Elendel was safe once again. So long as you weren't planning on burning the tavern down, Joe, I don't think this should mess with things if you want to do the end of game write-up. Jain: Wilson had a spike from Araris and a spike from Twei. She could Compound Iron. You guys were done the moment they managed to convert her, seeing how she could place effectively infinite votes on whomever she wanted. (If I understand the game mechanics correctly.)
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So that's the end then? Maybe one of the kandra wants to write an end of game wrap-up post (seeing how you guys have ninety percent of the relevant info)? One of the dead can provide the Spec doc link.
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It seems that there are five players people seem to be directing the majority of their suspicions towards over the last couple cycles. Rlint, Chase, Roddy, Joel and Jain. Rlint threw the last vote for Dui on the day he was lynched. Depending on how Meta understood Maill's plan, he may have also been Meta's target the night Meta died. Chase has been making a few strange decisions, and keeping her posts confined almost exclusively to RP, making her difficult to read. However, she's also a new player, so things can be excused, to a point. Roddy has been acting a little inconsistent, and ignoring some things that he maybe shouldn't be. He also would have been Maill's target the night he died. He does claim to be very busy with school though, so once again, we can be lenient, to a point. Joel has been acting somewhat unusually, trying to take charge and doing a fair bit more analysis than usual. Some of his analysis has been vague and obviously biased. He has at least been trying to provoke discussion though, and putting himself out there to the point he has would be dangerous for an Eliminator, especially when they are already down one of their number. This most definitely does not discount him, however. As for Jain, he has been pointed out as suspicious for the same reasons he is always pointed out as being suspicious. Namely, his consistently inconsistent and changeable playstyle. At the moment, my greatest suspicions are on Rlint and Roddy.
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I do have a diagram, and I have been quieter than normal. Between rereading and going over Newan's twinborn rules (that game is insanely complicated) and rock climbing on a bad knee (terrible idea, by the way) I really haven't had a lot of time to stay up to date. Give me a minute, and I'll have something together though... My diagram doesn't tell me much. There is an incredibly useful function on there (NodeXL if anyone's interested) the automatically calculates which groups of nodes are most likely to be connected, based on their connections to each other and neighboring nodes. That suggests that Jain, Rlint, Chase, and Wyatt are the most likely to be connected in some way to Dui. However, given the incredibly small sample size, (Dui was extremely inactive, and killed the first cycle) this really doesn't mean anything at all. I might comment more later, after I've had a little more time to think over the last few cycle's events.
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Hmm. First off, Maill, I have a few questions about your plan. (Just splitting the group in half and having people alternate Making and Warding.) 1. Coordination. If you leave things the way they are, and let people just make chalklings at random, we'll have overlap. Overlap is bad, because it lets the Forgotten hide. 2. Effectiveness. a. Preventing wild chalkling kills. Three-four Forgotten, an unknown amount of non-Rithmatists, and two-three possible Lines of Vigor mean that seven Lines of Warding really don't make for much of a buffer. However, if the Forgotten choose to utilize their powers with the greatest possible efficiency to force a chalkling kill, they expose themselves to Artists and those making chalklings. This leads to the next point. b. Finding Forgotten. Ignoring overlap and associated problems for a moment, the Forgotten may well chose not to bother forcing a chalkling kill this cycle, making the use of Lines of Making redundant. A Forgotten who is a part of the group expected to make chalklings will make the kill, and the others will make either Lines of Warding or Lines of Forbiddance. (As they read the same unless you are an Artist.) I'm not saying we shouldn't go through with the plan, (it's the best that has been suggested so far) but it should be fleshed out a little more.
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Woah... Matt is obviously an angry dude. (I'm not sure raging at a paranoid schizophrenic Rithmatist (who, being a soldier at Nebrask, happens to know the Glyph of Rending) is the smartest idea in the world, though... ) I know Kas usually isn't on for a while yet, but as he is currently the only person not to have given or received any votes, I may as well vote for him for a bit. After Matt's outburst, Aaron retreated to his tent, the voice in his head following him the entire way. I told you. They can see it. They know what you've done. "They know that you've been lying to them." Aaron's head jerked upwards, looking around wildly for who had spoken. A man, dark haired and nondescript, but still oddly familiar, leaned back against the tent. "Who are you?" "You don't remember?" The other man shook his head in exasperation, then smiled cheerily. "I'm Aaron Falaise. You killed me."
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According to WoB, Kaladin has met two Lightweavers. I wouldn't say that this immediately disproves your theory, but it heavily suggests that Elhokar is a Radiant.
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Right, so I've found some time to post now, and find myself at a bit of a loss as to what to do. My lists and charts have been made, and some people have begun throwing around suspicions, but nothing really has actually happened. I'm thinking about throwing a vote for Meta, simply because he's been around and commented on things, but really hasn't contributed a whole ton to the discussion. Aaron knelt on the ground beside his tent, slowly sketching out the complex pattern of lines of the Taylor Defence, making certain that it was large enough for his tent to fit inside. The concentric nine-pointers were a pain, but this close to Nebrask, he felt it was better to be safe than sorry. It seemed just his luck that it was this platoon that would be infiltrated by Forgotten. I guess the universe does have some sense of justice after all. Shut it. I've got enough to deal with right now. With the bulk of the defence complete, Aaron set to work binding dozens of simple chalklings to the outer bindpoints. Nothings special, just simple figures wielding a variety of weaponry. They're talking about you, you know. That Wyatt fellow already seems to suspect you. Screw off. Aaron drew in the last few Lines of Forbiddance, careful not to leave any breaks. Standing and stretching, he surveyed his work. The outer Line of Warding was a little wonky, but other than that nothing was amiss. Do you think they realized that you're lying? That would certainly explain why they suspect you. They wouldn't even be completely wrong.
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"Hello mate! What're you here for?" The sentry called out from a distance away, hand ready on his rifle. "Aaron Falaise, here to join Kingswright's platoon. Springrail was running a little behind." Liar. The sentry gave a short chuckle. "More than a little, I'd say. Where're you from?" "L'Académie de Montréal." Another lie. Do you think they can tell? "Ah. Parlez-vous bien le français?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Oui, je parle très bien le français." Not much of a confirmation question, but it was probably all the French that the sentry knew. The sentry relaxed slightly. "There's probably space to set up your tent over there, after you check in with Kingswright," he said, gesturing with his gun. "Don't get too comfortable though. I've heard that your platoon is shipping out to the Tower pretty soon." "Thanks." Hefting his pack and walking towards Kingswright's tent, Aaron breathed an internal sigh of relief. That went well. You've obviously gotten better at this. I wonder what they'd do if you let slip the truth? If you told them what you are? A flicker of annoyance crossed Aaron's features. Shut up. I'm not listening to you right now. He shook his head, trying to banish that nagging voice in his head. It wouldn't be silent for long. It never was. You miscounted there, Sart. Thirteen Fifteen players (Joe's List is missing Twei and Ash), plus Meta's unnamed first/third person adjacent perspective character (is there actually a proper name for that sort of narration? ). So I guess I'm showing up late.
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NaNoWriMo is something I've always liked the idea of doing, even though I doubt I'd be able to finish it. In all seriousness, even though I probably have the time, I write so slowly that I still wouldn't manage the 50000 words. (On a very good day, I might crank out three-five hundred words in an hour. Very good days are fairly few and far between though.) I do have a couple story ideas that have been kicking around in my head for a while though, so I might give it a try, even though I probably won't succeed.
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So it would have been a 9/20ths (45%) Lashing, then? (0.7-0.7*0.45*2=0.07) Or do Lashings completely cancel out gravity and then reapply the gravitational force at a different strength?
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Aaron Falaise is signing up. (Nice to have a username that has a perfectly normal name for an anagram. Well, Falaise is technically the name of a town in France, but close enough.) He is apparently a recent graduate of the Académie de Montréal. No one is quite sure if this is true however, seeing how he doesn't even have a hint of a French accent, even though he can speak the language quite well.
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Right, so I've been working with the Roshar roles I put up earlier in the thread, trying to get something useable from them. I think I might have something close now, so here's a quick sort of skeleton outline for the game. Feel free to comment on stuff in-doc. If I do end up running this game, I won't be able to until summer, but if someone could stick me on the Long Game GM list for now, that'd be great.
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Not quite, Kas. It took me seven games before I survived one. You've still got two games to go if you want to try and take the title from me.
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Huh. Interesting. I was planning to vote Raze anyway, so this works out rather nicely.
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Really, Joe? I'm very tempted to vote for you again, simply because of how you're been playing this. You've fixated on points brought up very early in the game, and ignored contrary evidence and logical rebuttals. But Araris brings up a good point: even voting at random, we have a better chance finding a Convict voting for someone other than you (This is moot however if Araris is a Convict). So I'm not voting quite yet. (Sorry about posting so late myself, I've been out of town all day.) Maill: I'm a plain old item-less Civillian. I've only used one action, primarily because I've only had enough rations to use one action so far. I sent a Message to Kas, hoping that neither he nor I died in that lynch. Obviously, that didn't work out very well. I realize that this is impossible to confirm, and likely increases my sketchiness quotient (is that a thing? ) but I figure I should be as straight as possible, rather than hide things to make myself seem more innocent. Seeing how no one has called Maill on his Investigator role, I feel we should assume for the present that he is telling the truth for the time being.
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Hmph. Well, sorry Joe. I don't have a clue whether or not you're actually a convict, but I prefer not to die, when I can avoid it. You're definitely rising in terms of suspicion though, Snipe. Why am I so suspicious, of all other suspects? I have seen no points against me so far that hold real weight.
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Aoran sighed as several of the others began to express their suspicion of him. Leaning back in his chair and turning over that day's events in his head, he struggled to come to a conclusion. This wasn't like diagnosing an injury. There was no logical cause and effect, no checklist of symptoms to work through. Or maybe there is. Maybe I just can't see it. "Right! Well, it seems we're not doing much here, are we? Just sitting around, waiting to die, eh?" Most in the room turned and looked at him, surprised that he'd choose now of all times to start speaking up. "Can't say I blame you, honestly, there's not much else to do. Either kill others, or wait for someone to kill you." A wry smile touched his lips. "But then again, that's pretty well how things always are in the Forests, aren't they? "I mean, sure, you could try to figure who the killers are, and pray whichever god you prefer that the Shades go away, but what is the point? It's not like we're going to survive long anyways." Aoran looked around at the rest of the waystop's patrons, still leaning his chair back against the wall. They were obviously expecting a little more than that. "Shadows, people! What are you doing? You're just sitting there listening to me telling you that you're all going to die? After more than a few of you already seem to have decided that I am one of the killers? Shadows." Shaking his head, he continued. "It seems like in people's minds there are four main suspects. Raze. Joseph. Navor. Myself. But we are doing little to try and actually determine guilt. At the moment, I find Navor and Joseph the most suspicious of this group." He leveled his gaze towards Ash and Ryfe. "However, many of us have lurked in the darkness, making only enough noise to ensure they are not forgotten when the Innkeeper passes out our rations. I can understand being unenthusiastic about killing each other, but every person who refuses to participate in the discussions merely lowers our already dismal chances of survival." I really don't know where to go from here. I know we still have some time before the cycles end, but the bursts of late-cycle activity that we've been having for the last few days have really been messing with our ability to analyse things as they happen, and challenge player's actions before they lead to deaths. I am still suspicious of Ren, but Joe and Vron have acted a little more strangely to me.
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...How many times do I have to explain myself? I was only here for a couple hours the cycle before last. I didn't want to vote having no clue what would happen. This past cycle, I had three suspects, all roughly equal in my mind. I voted for Kas because he was the only one to not respond to my accusations, and he happened to get lynched, completely at random. I rather prefer not dying whenever possible, so I didn't see fit to remove my vote given the fairly slim chance he would be lynched. That's all there is to it.
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There's too many levels, Kas. We can't assume Jain will be good, but at the same time, a vote against him without a ton of reasoning is suspicious because Jain is always suspicious, whether he is good or not. So while your reasoning is valid, it's suspicious because it's valid. An Elimintor who can rationalize his actions won't be caught. A vote against Jain is easy to explain, and therefore a good option for an Eliminator. Logic is the perfect cover. (If that makes any sense. I'm way too tired to be doing this right now.) I don't have the slightest clue why I'm not dead, but I've been taking a back seat because I just got to a computer six hours ago (as previously elocuted), and I'm dead tired. Honestly, I should have been asleep ages ago. I would be urging people to play aggressively if I simply had time to do so. Which I don't. I really shouldn't even be writing this up. Then again, I always die. When I don't, I look suspicious. Not killing me is probably a better strategy than killing me, simply because my continued survival discredits what I say. If I do die/get lynched, I'd like people to look very closely at Ren, Joe and Kas. My only suspicions of them are made up of circumstantial conjectures, but things just line up too nicely in my head.
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I'll place a vote on Kasir, I suppose. My gut feeling says that he, Ren or Joe will be an Eliminator, but from the looks of things none of them will be lynched, anyways, so I'm just voting for the Rations, I guess.
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Right-o. I've just gotten back (I could only check things in mobile before, and the internet at the hotel wasn't great), and have mostly skimmed through what's happened. I have some suspicions, and some clues that almost seem to fit together, and I'd like to wait and watch and see how things play out, but I can't. I'm still in the process of putting together my diagram, so there's nothing on that front, (and there likely wouldn't be anything there anyways, given how early in the game it is) but I do find the votes last cycle interesting. If no one minds, I'll be laying out my list a little differently from usual: True Votes: Wern for Navor Wern retracts vote for Navor Araris for Navor Willim for Joseph Raze for Jain Navor for Raze Joseph for Jain Snipe for Raze Jain for Snipe Kasir for Jain Bolded Votes: Snipe for Raze Joseph for Jain Kasir for Willim Tyrel for Luce Wern for Araris Wern for Ryfe Wern retracts vote for Ryfe Tyrel retracts vote for Luce Wern for Jain Araris for Jain Something about the Jain vote just feels off to me. There was no build up, no impetus. Just three votes, all in relatively quick succession, towards the end of the day. Why? Jain also happens to be a very easy vote. He's always erratic. He always protests too much. It's a really easy vote for an Eliminator to start, and a really easy vote for an Eliminator to jump on to without looking suspicious. I understand that the inability to change votes makes things a little difficult, but I still find this vote interesting. So, Joseph, Raze, and Kasir, what do you have to say? I'm especially interested here in addition to the person killed (Wyrm). Ren and Kas have both worked with him in previous games a fair bit, perhaps they were afraid that Wyrm would notice something amiss? (I have no rations, so I'm not voting quite yet. )
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Right-o. I, unfortunately, have no time to do anything, at the moment. I should have access to a computer again before I die of starvation, but then again, I might die from something else first. Editing some RP stuff in because I had more time than I thought: "What exactly happened?" The other man -Aoran hadn't bothered to learn his name- cradled his wrist, wincing as he recounted what happened. "Well, I was running, and-" "You were what?" Aoran raised an eyebrow. Over his grimace of pain, the other man managed to look a little annoyed. "Running, and then-" "You were running. In the Forest. Early in the morning." "Yes, and-" "Idiot. You're lucky the Shades didn't kill you. I shouldn't even bother treating you; at this rate you're going to be dead by tomorrow." People who flaunted the Simple Rules didn't live long. "Look, long story short, I fell, and my wrist seems to be broken. You're a doctor, aren't you morally obligated to help or something?" "Nope, not in the slightest. I only help people who can pay, and I always charge more for idiots." The other man sighed and dug some more coins from his pocket. "That enough?" "Works for me." Aoran reached out and prodded the other man's wrist, heedless of the man's obvious pain. "Dislocated, not broken." Giving the man's hand a yank and a twist, his wrist snapped back into place with a wet pop. He went pale and gave a strangled curse. "There. Right as rain, so long as you don't try to do too much with it, and don't do anything stupid. Given your history, however, that's about as likely as Shades not killing you after breaking a Rule." Aoran snatched the money from the man's good hand and stood turning towards the bar. "Do your best not to harm yourself further. You probably won't be able to pay for my services next time."
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I've been debating whether to sign up for this one or take a hiatus from these for a bit (in part because I haven't read Shadows for Silence yet), but boredom seems to have won out over good sense. Aoran is signing up. No time to RP right now, but he's a rather pessimistic doctor plying his trade in the waystops. (Who wouldn't be pessimistic when any treatment requiring surgery would either have to be preformed completely blind, or result in your own gruesome death?)
