Aonar

"Chaos Reigns..." how appropriate. I must say, we, your friendly neighborhood Evil Darkfriend Overlords *cough* trusted council of completely and utterly honest Defenders of the Light, are having a somewhat rough time of this. However, with the information that is coming to light, we might soon have our first Darkfriend. Right now, Bela already has enough votes for a lynch, and as such, I won't be voting, for a death this cycle. And, as Khamsi has more than enough votes for election, I suppose I won't be casting any votes at all. Current Lists: Mayor: Newan (1): Newan Ralv (2): Malai, Bunnt Khamsi (5): Khamsi, Witless, Trimat, Rishi, Waes Lynch: Trimat (1): Malai, Senna, Waes Bunnt (2): Malai, Newan Dellan (2): Dragon's Fang, Ralv Bela (5): Khamsi, Douza, Witless, Trimat, Rishi Once again, what interests me is the lack of a defense on Bela's part. We'll see how things develop, however.

That's just an issue of phrasing. As Lashings work by creating localized gravitational forces (don't think, it's magic ) it would have created a localized gravitational force of approximately 0.63Gs upwards relative to Szeth's current position on Roshar, which after competition from Roshar's 0.7Gs of gravity, would have left Szeth feeling only 0.07Gs, or, one tenth of the regular gravitational force. In the end, it's just a lot easier for people to conceptualize "one tenth of his weight," than "one tenth of Roshar's relative gravitational attraction."

*Sigh* Well, there's not much to do now but make a List, I suppose. It's not as if my vote can change anything (unless Wilson get's online or several other people vote) so I may as well just document the Bandwagon ahead of time, to show you how badly you've screwed up. (If in fact you have, there's always the chance the DF's aren't speaking up because they're too annoyed with their inactive Forsaken, or Jim's Fain and has no one to speak up for him.) Bela (4): Dragon's Fang, Joel, Jae, Kaim Lam (2): Ralv, Newan, Jain Jim (6): Douza, Binnt, Grimlar, Lam, Jain, Trimat Jain (5): Leas Fel, Erik, Waes, Witless (x2) Dellan (1): Malai ...I must say, Jain and Trimat, I can't really comprehend your logic. Groupthink is not a good thing. Jim already had enough votes for a lynch, you had no reason to pile on top when there's no vote manipulating roles this time around. If the Darkfriends feel the need to change the votes, they're going to have to do so publicly. Now, where they might have risked it before, there's no way they will. I think I'm going to look very closely at you two from here on out. I will vote Jain. (Not that it'll make any difference.) EDIT: Well, the title is "Listborn," Vron. EDIT 2: Updated with Erik, Malai, Waes, Kaim, and Wilson's votes.

Alright. As of yet, I really haven't been taking this game that seriously, (as a few of you can attest ) but now I figure I may as well get started. Whether or not Wes pulled a Wounded Gazelle is rather moot at this point, and if you haven't figured out his game yet, well, I won't spoil the realization for you. What does interest me is the fact that the Darkfriends didn't figure it out and either double-tap Wes, or spend their kill elsewhere. This is the only reason I don't fully trust him. This also means that if Wes can be trusted, the Darkfriends are likely somewhat inexperienced or their Forsaken is inactive. (Or a Channeller got really lucky.) The Darkfriends are still going to want to kill people as quickly as possible. Really, holding back with their Forsaken kill, especially this early in the game, is just plain silly. (No offence Darkfriends.) There is strategic benefit to Fain waiting to convert, largely because we'll be thrown off by it. Seeing how we have two evil Factions, I would assume their numbers will be rather limited. I'd guess 3-4 Darkfriends, including the Forsaken, and then Fain will be unable to convert more than two-three players. Remember people, Fain can convert players. Your estimates of 1/5 Darkfriends are likely to be incorrect, simply because they aren't the only people working against us. While there will be a couple more than usual, as one Faction lacks a kill, and they will be working against each other as well, five DFs and four plus Corrupted is just too much. Because of this, Fain is going to be very careful with who he/she converts, as there won't be many. Those votes for Lam are certainly suspicious, but there aren't quite enough for it to be a bandwagon. Yet. I'll be looking pretty close at those though. Especially at Jain's. That reasoning goes against your entire rational from Game Five. While there's no reason for your voting habits to remain static, oftentimes changes like that are influenced by a change of sides. Over the next little while I plan to go over everything that's been said and done in this game so far, and see what else turns up. Judging by the sun, Leas had slept far too long. Aching and bleary-eyed, he staggered out of bed. After spending long hours counselling with his seconds and the newly appointed mayor, and then doing his own share on the patrols, he probably should have slept even longer. Not that I have any choice in the matter. Repressing a sigh, he set about his breakfast, taking it as a good sign that no one had barged in with news of a new death. I'm getting too old for this... Eating as quickly as he could, Leas thought about what he'd have to do. Reports needed to be gathered and analysed, meetings needed to be held, suspicions needed to be voiced, Ralv's... proclivities... needed to be dealt with... Always too much to do in too little time. Belting on his sword, Leas headed out to the Spruce Thicket. Seeing Erik already sorting through a mountain of papers, he nodded his thanks and went to grab a drink. Thank the Light. One less thing to do today. If any of this doesn't make sense, blame it on the fact that it's 1 AM my time.

I play the trombone. I've also been learning to play the acoustic guitar for a few years now. I do some rhythm, some lead, some fingerpicking; pretty well whatever strikes my interest.

Erik groaned as he dropped onto one of the common room's benches, then looked Leas in the eye. "I'll help you fight the shadowspawn, and the darkfriends as need be. But I won't be a pawn in these political games, alright. Leave me out of it." Sitting down himself, Leas motioned to Rishi to get drinks for his small group. "I know some of the villagers will be unhappy following foreigners, but with trollocs a mere week's march away, and darkfriends already here, I can't take the time to get any of them to the point where they can lead. You four have at least some idea of what surviving this will entail." Pausing as a few of the others filtered into the inn, he continued. "If people want to play at the Daes Dae'mar, let them; so long as it doesn't interfere with our plans for the village's protection. There's no need for us to be involed past what is required to remove the darkfriends." Now that everyone was seated, it was time to begin planning. "Obviously, we need to beging investigating somehow. We'll need the cooperation of the villagers, although we will not be able to trust all of the informan they give us. We won't even be able to trust each other, as we have no way of knowing who may serve the Dark One." "In the earlier arguments, Gade's erratic behaviour drew several eyes on him, though most have found other targets now. I would suggest we start there. Are there any other suggestions?" On that note, what exactly has happened this cycle? Newan, Dellan, Gade, Malai and Lam have been voted for, and Wilson and Wes have been named Mayoral candidates. Gade’s actions strike me as very suspicious, as do the lack of names thrown around for the Mayor role. Newan has been doing an admirable job of stirring up conversation on the first day, which is nice. While his actions could be construed as ill intentioned, I find it unlikely that it’s something a Darkfriend would do so early in the game, and it’s most definitely not something Fain or the Forsaken would be doing. For the time being, I will vote Gade, I think. I do however like Wilson’s suggestion of switching the Mayor role around often enough that it has some use without becoming a Kill-magnet. That increases the chances of it coming to a Darkfriend or a Corrupted, but it also limits the damage that would be done if one were to be elected. As such, I think I’ll be voting Wilson for Mayor.

That's quite the write up, Gamma. The Mayor was dead, pieces of his body scattered all around the town hall. Despite the obvious signs of a struggle, Twim's Power-wrought sword was nowhere to be seen. As his mind raced to consider the implications, Leas felt his grasp on the Void shatter. Blight. Darkfriends, in this village in the middle of nowhere. Blood and ashes, the Dark One’s servants really are everywhere. With the trollocs coming, they couldn’t afford to just sit around. Taking a few deep breaths, Leas regained hold on the Void, and looked around for some who could run a message. “Douza!” Leas called, getting the young man’s attention. After Douza was close enough he didn’t have to yell, he started giving him instructions. “Find Erik, Kaim, Newan and Ralv.” He’d chosen those four to lead his trainees, based mostly on combat experience or simple common sense. “Tell them to double the patrols, and keep anyone from going anywhere in a group smaller than three people. And after they’ve spread the word, they’re to meet with me, understand?” The boy gave a hesitant nod. “Good,” he said, dismissing Douza to his errand. Sighing, Leas turned towards the crowd that was growing around Twim’s shattered body. What a bloody mess. Someone needed to give Twim a proper burial. From carrying around their respective wares, Jim and Trimat were probably strong enough for the work, and they didn’t need to be out on patrol right at the moment. “Jim! Trimat! Mayor Twim needs to be buried with some of the respect he deserves. Could you arrange something well I try to calm this lot down?” Without a word, they collected a few volunteers and carefully picked up Twim’s shattered body, carrying him over to the small cemetery adjacent to the Village Green. Turning back to the crowd, Leas nodded to himself as he saw the small islands of quiet form where he assumed his seconds must be standing. Climbing atop the small platform the Mayor often used when he addressed the villagers, he found about two dozen expectant eyes staring at him. “As you can see, we appear to have larger problems than the trollocs coming to our door. There are traitors, Darkfriends, hidden among our own neighbours, men and women that we call friends. We must defend against this internal assault, just as we are preparing to defend ourselves from the trollocs which are soon to come. If we do not root out the corruption inside our ranks, we will die here; that is certain.” Leas paused, allowing this to sink in. “As you no doubt already know, patrols are being doubled, as we must be constantly on guard for threats both inside and out of our home. I ask that no one be left unattended, and if you must be about, that you travel with at least one other, preferably two. Over the day, Kaim, Erik, Newan, Ralv and I will try to meet with as many as possible to coordinate patrols and defenses.” He took a deep breath. Leas hadn’t had much experience when it came to speech-making, but he doubted that this was a good way to end one. “If we hold together, we will survive this. We will show the Dark One and his servants that we will not be cowed so easily. Trust is most important. While we cannot trust each other, we cannot allow paranoia to rule our actions and tear us apart. Remember. We can, no, we will survive what is coming.” Stepping down, he made eye contact with his seconds, and walked towards Gade’s inn, hoping to get some time to plan. That ended up a touch longer than I intended. I picked and chose characters to throw in here going by RP, if this messes too much with what you’d planned for your character, feel free to ignore it. While Leas is jumping into a bit of a leadership role (naturally, given his character) I myself might not be able to be around a ton until Wednesday or Thursday. Now, onto the question of a lynch. Voting and discussion is good, whether or not someone is actually killed. While Maill's avocation of Wilson as Mayor, and the subsequent accusations and defense from Rengar was certainly interesting, I'm not certain that that constitutes something worth a vote. Leo's unsupported suspicions are also a little strange, and Newan started things rolling, which is neither good nor bad. I'll continue to wait, I think. As to the mayor vote, I'm even less sure. They will be quite the target for Fain and the Darkfriends, but as soon as the don't die, we're naturally going to become suspicious of them, removing some of the role's effectiveness. An experienced player would seem to be the best choice for the role, though if we pick the wrong person it could be devastating. Depending on how things go, I might vote for the mayor this cycle, or I might not.

Well, that was interesting. For a minute there, I thought the Darkeyes were going to win. Then Rengar switched sides... That was a really fun game though, even with how insanely complicated it got. Kudos to the Darkeyes for holding together so well. Had Rengar's boon/curse (which was brilliant) not worked out, you probably would have won. I thought about trying to respond to Jaerle's whistles, but I can't whistle for the life of me either. I'm a little sad I never got to use my PMs for anything overly useful, but Rengar's post about the Broken Spanreed really messed me up in that regard. I could have PMed a Merchant, but I couldn't PM a Noble. I could have faked PMing Maill, but it ended up being safer just to kill him. (Not that it did much good. )

It was the silence that first alerted Aonar to his pursuers. The streets, usually echoing with the noise of the looters and rioters, had gone silent after the strange storm had passed a few hours ago. Tapping tin, he heard soft footsteps coming from behind him. Rust and Ruin! Apparently the Darkeyes aren't going to wait until the meeting to try and off me… Only one thing to do, I suppose. Ducking into an alleyway, Aonar unslung his rifle, tapping steel, zinc, electrum and chromium to steady his aim. Before long, one of the would-be assassins barged around the corner. Aonar smiled grimly. They’ve obviously never dealt with firearms before. The world slowed by zinc and steel, he took careful aim and shot the man in the knee. Aonar calmly set to reloading his rifle for the next of the assassins. However many were left, they’d obviously learned some caution from the crack of gunfire and their compatriot’s pained shouts. One of the darkeyes stuck his head around the corner, and immediately pulled back, too fast for even Aonar’s Feruchemically enhanced reflexes to make the shot, though he couldn't help but try. Rust. If they were smart, they’d rush forward now, while he had to reload. While Aonar could load a rifle faster than any unenhanced Scadrian, and more quickly than a good few of the metalborn, he was still vulnerable. Admittedly, Roshar had never seen anything like a rifle, outdated as this one might be, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Setting down his rifle, he drew one of his Sterrions, keeping it low, and stalked forward. When the assassin stuck his head around the corner again, Aonar waited. Gaining confidence, the man raised his sword. A grin played about his features. “Not so dangerous without that strange fabrial, eh?” Aonar stayed quiet. Unnerved but resolute, the assassin feinted forward, and then brought his sword down in a vertical slash. Sidestepping easily with the grace afforded by zinc and steel, Aonar brought his pistol up and fired, catching the man in the stomach. “Not exactly.” Turning away, he retrieved his rifle and set off at a calm walk for the meeting place. Anyone else read the expanded Feruchemical Abilities section in AoL and think that Feruchemists might well be more terrifying than Allomancers, once given guns? Anyway, I hope those of you in the other Factions realize what's happening. First we played you, and now the Darkeyes are trying to play you, and they're not even being subtle about it. They have no intention of "evening out" the Factions. They plan to remove only so many Sharders as it will take to achieve their victory conditions. I know you cannot trust me, but don't just roll over for the Darkeyes. If you really want some chance of beating them, you should side with us, and use your actions and votes on non-Sharder Darkeyes. EDIT: Note to self, read over RP that you write late at night.

A few little suggestions: Hoid shouldn't be able to keep converting after his original Converts die. He should be able to convert a set number based on the starting number of players. If he could keep converting, then the game could become too easy for him. The Sharders should have to kill all the Converts, like Maill said. Do the Sharders lose their roles upon being converted?

Aonar sat back, carefully looking over his disassembled Sterrions. After his unintended swim in the streets, he wanted to make sure the internal mechanisms were still working properly. It was unfortunate that the Alethi had discovered his farce, but it made several things easier. He no longer bothered applying the solution that made his eyes dark, and Aonar had been able to retrieve his rifle from it's place in an unused palace basement. He sighed and started putting his pistols back together, tapping a little zinc and steel to make the job easier. He'd honestly intended to return Kholinar to some semblance of order, but no one would believe him now. Standing, Aonar turned and left the abandoned building where he'd taken a temporary rest. Tapping brass to stave off the chill, he slung his rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistols. Walking towards the assigned meeting place, he prepared himself to make his case. While Aesudan's corruption needed to be removed, the Darkeyes couldn't be allowed to rule Kholinar, especially not with Rengar in charge. All of Alethkar would fall into Chaos if that happened. Which, come to think of it, was probably exactly what Rengar wanted...

Aonar, back on the rooftops after yesterday's Highstorm, wasn't sure what to do. He was being still more strongly pressured by his fellows in the city to take a hand in the current events, and this "Broken Spanreed," that Regnar's chaotics spoke of, whoever he was, seemed to gathering a worrying amount of support. It appeared as if he would need to do something, or else these riots might not end until Kholinar was nothing more than ashes blowing on the stormwinds. A crash echoed further down the street. Aonar's fingers found the fletching of an arrow in his quiver, and he turned towards the sound. A pair of burly men were hauling a chest, filled to the brim with papers, out of a nearby apartment. He went to turn away again, but then stopped. If he had resolved to do something, why not start here? He crept over the rooftops, keeping low to avoid the looters' notice. Over the window that he thought must belong to the apartment, Aonar stopped and listened. Nothing. As quietly as he could, a climbed down to the apartment's balcony, and hazarded a glance inside. It was empty save for one man, leaning against the wall opposite the entrance and holding a wicked looking knife. Aonar recoiled. Looting, that he had no problem acting against. But assassination? Whatever his skill with the bow, he knew he was no fighter, not really. He already made his choice, however. If Aonar wanted to stop the riots, he had to act, not talk. Steeling himself to move into plain view of the assassin so he could line up his shot, he was distracted by a bang emanating from inside. A woman with a sword - a sword, of all things - had slammed the door open, and was now advancing on the assassin, anger written plain on her face. Oh Stormfather...

I'll be joining. I can't promise to be super active for the first little bit, but from the 18th onward, I'll have plenty of free time. Leas Fel worked under the hot Carhienin sun, trying to recapture the sword-forms he'd allowed to grow rusty and disused since his time campaigning in the Aiel War. Losing his footing moving into Heron Wading in the Rushes, he gave up and slammed his sword into his sheath in frustration. He knew there was no way he'd regain his old skill in the mere days they had before the Trollocs arrived, but that didn't make his failure any easier. Once upon a time, he'd been able to compete with the Gaidin of the White Tower, and now he stumbled in basic balance-training stances. Slowing his breathing, Leas focused and entered the Void again. That at least had remained easy. Although he had been taught to use the Flame and Void during his short time in the army, Leas had found it useful for a great deal of other applications. Frustration, fear and fatigue falling away, he began again, opening with Parting the Silk. Moving into Boar Charges down the Mountain, he followed up with Cat Dances on the Wall, easing himself into his practice. Before long, his efforts were interrupted by a commotion coming from the town square. Sighing, he returned his sword to his sheath, but remained within the Void's calm, prepared for whatever he would find in the town.

Ah, well, I really should get around to posting in here, shouldn't I? I don't imagine getting caught in a Highstorm is really all that fun. Unless you're a Radiant, of course. I had meant to write up some RP, but I've suddenly found I have to get going somewhere, and mostly likely won't get back until later today. So this post is largely to make sure I don't die in the Highstorm.

To break the trend of pure RP, I'm going to try and write a proper game-related post. I'm not sure how, as I can already speak with everyone I can trust, and few who I can't, at my leisure, but hey. Now, this is really a very interesting situation we find ourselves in, when we think about it. We each have two enemies that we are on equal footing with, and one shared enemy that has fewer members and a great advantage in information. So, each Faction has a choice: We can turn inward, root out those who seek to destroy us from the inside, and blind ourselves to the machinations of the other Factions who would crush us. We can look outwards, defend ourselves from our greatest foes, and ignore the insidious corruption among our own ranks, slowly wearing at us from the inside. Neither of these options are overly appealing, are they? There are other courses, but those require some trust, which will be a rather scarce commodity in this game. Aonar sat on a rooftop somewhere in one of the wealthier districts of Kholinar, surveying the burning and looting taking place. Though he had no love for Aesudan or Elhokar and the mess they were making of his country, he couldn't help but wish things had turned out differently. Now, no one went about unarmed, even he had acquired a longbow to protect himself. It was useless on the streets, but here on the rooftops, it kept him safe. At least until the next Highstorm, anyway. The riots had only been going on for only a little less than a week, and already he had been approached by those who wished to use the chaos to their advantage. While he had no desire to seize control of the city, he also hated seeing it in this state. It had been a beautiful place, once. A clatter on the crem tiles alerted him to the new presence on the roof. With one smooth motion, he stood and nocked an arrow. "Get off my roof." Whoever it was that was on his roof - Aonar did't know, or care who they were - looked confused. "There's nothing for you here. Evict yourself quickly, and I won't have to shoot you." After a short pause, his would-be roofmate appeared to take his advice to heart, slowly backing away and climbing to the ground below. Letting out a sigh of relief, Aonar replaced the arrow in his quiver. Thank the Almighty. When you only had a few arrows in the middle of a riot, it didn't do for you to waste them on the first stranger to come your way.

Because blood is one of the Essences, the understanding required for more complex Soulcastings is unnecessary. In fact, in this case I think it would have hindered her. I would think that this mostly has to do with what exactly happens during a Soulcasting. Soulcasting (of an Essense anyway) draws from Spiritual and Cognitive Ideals when it makes changes. The recreated blood would have all the base components that blood would need, because it's Spiritual and Cognitive Aspects would include them. It's one of those weird Cosmere things, where the Soulcasted blood should come with a functioning immune system that is fully compatible with the subject. Not because that would make sense from a medical perspective, but because Rosharans don't understand enough how these things work. Their medical science at this point just assumes that blood is blood, and any blood should do. Because they believe that, that's how it works when someone's blood is Soulcast. Or at least that's how I think of it anyway.

I think this one might end up the most confusing game so far. I think I'll just stick with Aonar for this one. It's easier. (Sorry about the weird half-finished post there. Using this site on my iPhone is annoying. Also pretend that this is blue until I can find a computer Rubix comes through and takes care of it like the awesome guy that he is.)

Moogle: Almost everything revolves around the number ten in Vorinism, but in our few references to Danmation the number eleven is prominent (I'm mostly thinking of the eleven names of Damnation quote, though I can't find it now). In the Way of Kings Prime (the bit that was released on Brandon's site), Jek (Szeth) makes reference to the number fourteen as a curse, and is likely related to the Shin theology. Now, since it's from WoK Prime, it can't be taken as canon, but hopefully that will clear up after Stones Unhallowed is released.

I think the colours might be intrinsic to the Shards nature, but I'm not sure about the numbers. My own pet theory is based heavily on a WoB from a while back, which said: My take is that Adonalsium was not shattered all at once, rather each different Shard was separated from it individually, shaped into their sixteen different Intents. So they should be numbered in the order that they were separated from each other. I could be way off, but it makes sense to me. It might also have to do with the order in which the Shards were taken up by their holders, I don't know. I wonder what number/colour Harmony would have?

Sel, (and Scadrial) should have two numbers, actually. The same way Roshar, if you look close, has three. 10, 11, and 14. This piece of WoB might be interesting: I'm not sure if 16 is Preservation's number, or if he just chose it because it's the total number of Shards. Devotion and Dominion should each have their own number though.

We'd need a five vote majority actually, Wyrm. But if we actually got that, it may as well be a bandwagon. Right now, I'm suspicious of everyone who voted Jain to, "make sure the Ghostbloods can't tamper with the vote." That's... rough reasoning, to say the least. If the Ghostbloods do have a Reverser (or both of them) then we'll learn a lot more if they do use it then if they decide that there's no point. Grellin: Alright. Cut down to the bare essentials, my post was effectively an analysis of the potential reasons for Pailan's death. She never suggested that she had any items, and there seemed to be more appealing targets. Now, because there were more appealing targets, their continued survival would make them appear suspicious, something the Ghostbloods wouldn't mind. However, that still leaves a good number of players that would be candidates for killing. So, we come back to the question: Why Pailan? In her last few posts, she suggested looking closer at the semi-actives. I.E., anyone who has posted, but hasn't voted or contributed much to the discussion aside from suspicions involving themselves. That means Dirt, you (Grellin), Saritu, Khas, or Lucal. Now, of this group, you and Dirt have acted the most suspiciously. That makes up the gist of what I was going to post earlier. If you want more clarification, I'll PM you. Or you'll PM me... ; )

Well. I just had a big huge post extrapolating suspects based on everything that's happened in the last couple of cycles, but my computer decided to be a jerk an have an automatic shutdown right before I posted. There's absolutely no way I'm going to write all that out again, so I'll just give you the end conclusion. I think there's a very good chance Dirt or Grellin will be Ghostbloods. I might post the reasoning behind this tomorrow, but right now I'm way too tired to type it out again and expect it to be coherent. Have fun.

Porridge already covered the main points, but these two threads by Argent and I might be of interest. The gist of them is that after a major change in one's Spiritual Aspect (or soul, if you prefer) it becomes malleable enough to accept and use foreign Investiture.

I don't have a problem with it Maill. This really hasn't been the most interesting day, has it? Just look at the current vote list: Faialen: 0 Pailan Xanas: 1 Awes Sprenil: 1 Wurum Ace: 1 Jost Sartu: 1 Pailan At this rate, nobody's going to be lynched today, if the Reverser doesn't get used. (Two votes for a lynch, remember?) We know the Ghostbloods have a Reverser, so this really isn't a favourable position. Of those on this list, my greatest suspicion is Xanas (and then Sprenil), due to how erratically he's playing, but the Ghostbloods are pretty well guaranteed to have a Spanreed, so they would know full well how pointless his suggestions were. If he is a Ghostblood, he's gained them nothing but a little undue suspicion. However, if I voted the way I'd like to, (for Grellin or Jim Bob) nothing would be achieved. So Xanas it is, I suppose. Faialen: 0 Pailan Xanas: 2 Awes, Faialen Sprenil: 1 Wurum Ace: 1 Jost Sartu: 1 Pailan EDIT: Added a vote I missed, thanks to Theorymaker.

...Wow. I don't even really know where to start with this. This is going to be huge. A couple quick things that came to mind: If the Elantrians figure out how to restore the city and their Aons before the game's end, do they gain any benefit from this? For example, are the Hoed healed? Can they participate in the regular day vote? Do they have any powers they can use, etc.? You might want to organize things a little more clearly when you post the Game. For one thing, I'm not really sure about all the Factions' goals. If I read things correctly, the Cultists want to kill everyone, the Derethi wish to convert everyone, the non-convert Arelons need to remove the Derethi (converts too?) and the Cultists, the Derethi Converts want to remove the Cultists (and the Gyorn/Odiv?) and the Elantrians have the same goal as the Citizens with the addition of restoring Elantris, right?