Gamma Fiend

Cycle over. Will try and get the day rolling tomorrow as soon as possible! Meanwhile, do some RP or something!

Night 6 [write-up always pending] ------------ Aonar/Hael were lynched! They were Padan Fain/Mordeth! Vote will be edited in. Meta is still Mayor Edit: 24 hour cycle, 11PMEST, Saturday the 25th

Just a heads up that the cycle will still end at the designated time (4PM EST) today, but I won't get home til a few hours after the rollover to get the night going, so just sit tight until then! Edit: So, 2 and a half hours from this edit is when the cycle ends.

Nope, just If theyre attacked and survived, by any means

Hooray! Finally got the Day 5 write-up finally done! I know, #SlackingGM is still slacking and behind on write-ups, but this one was definitely one of the harder ones! Night 5 and Day 6 will be coming shortly!

Fain targeting somebody already corrupted (or themself) would make there not be a corruption, so nothing would be noted in any write-ups. Mayor Votes that are tied result in no Mayor vote that cycle, and the Mayor would stay the same.

Long Game 22, Day 6: Silent Shadows [write-up will be added in later. Gamma has work for only a few hours today, and can get caught up on everything finally! ] ----------------------------- Sheep was killed by Darkfriends! He was a Village Whitecloak Rubik was attacked by Wolves but survived! Somebody was Corrupted! Day 6 will last for 48 hours and end at 4PM EST on Friday, June 24th.

And Cycle over! Locking thread and figuring out what all happened on this quiet night!

Just over an hour left in the cycle!

I did answer the Fain question, here. Apologies if how it was worded made it confusing in any way Edit: Just a reminder that the cycle will end at 4PM EST, a little less than 11 hours from the time of this edit.

Long Game 22, Night 5: To be Decided [You didn't expect a write-up, did you?] ----------------------------------------------- Aman was lynched, but survived! Meta was voted for Mayor! (I believe) Counts will be added in later as well. Time for work. :/ Night 5 will last for only 24 hours! It will end at 4PM EST Wednesday, June 22nd!

Apologies (again!) for the super delayed rollover. Gamma ended up passing out hardcore last night and slept straight through when the cycle was supposed to end! >.> Locking thread now and starting to tally votes and get the next cycle going. Cycles and turnovers *should* all be normal lengths from here on out, just needed to catch up on some sleep.

Just a heads-up that the cycle was supposed to end ~30minutes ago..... BUT..... I was born in Cleveland, and they just won their first championship in 52 years.... so I am totally taking a #GMPartyNight on this one and extending the cycle for another 24 hours. XD Cycle will end at 12AM EST, Tuesday the 21st.

Apologies for the late responses to questions! In regards to Orders being sent in via doc, I usually prefer and require actions sent in by PMs, but that is to say I wouldn't allow extenuating circumstances. Padan Fain would appear as a Normal Villager if Viewed by Viewers, and is the only role they'd have. Dragon Fangs can only be sent in by Normal Villagers, but can be blocked or changed by roles, and requires at least 2 votes for someone to get one. Cycle is still scheduled to end at 12AM EST tonight, but if it gets delayed I shall let you know.

Woot! I've been looking forward to this game for awhile! All compliments and kudos to Renegade for creating this awesome game, as I'm just to help keep track of everything and write-up help and all of that. So feel free to ask me any questions as well! (The more questions asked before the game gets started, the better!)

Long Game 22, Day 5: Threads of the Pattern The night once again found itself lingering, settling over the village of Drell's Crossing without an end in sight, they darkened, cloud-blotted sky not letting any of the ambient light of the unnaturally still full moon shine down upon the villagers, the curtains of midnight seemingly unrelenting. Time seemed to stretch and squeeze, pulsing in time with an odd, eccentric rhythm, distorting the villagers senses even more, the chaotic forces pulling the town apart seam by seam. Tazrim Maim found himself prowling the newly disorganized streets of the Drell village, starting to associate it's name with the blood and chaos that seemed to plague it lately, cursing inwardly at Ruon's insistence they stay here and try and fight evil at it's roots before it could spread and destroy the land beyond the town's borders. He tried to tell himself it was just a child's fancy, the young wannabe gleeman with his filled of songs and stories filled of glory and triumphs, not even thinking for a second the deadly undercurrents of death and danger that lurked behind every corner. Maybe that was why he had took pity on the poor child, with their notions of adventure; it reminded Tazrim of times when he was that young and naive. Maybe that was why he had found himself seeking out Tar Valon, the most wonderous city in all of the land, trying to learn from the best and do something similar with his life. That had been why he found himself training to become a fully fledged warder, not that much older than Ruon was now. Of course, Tazrim couldn't channel, and Ruon being able to meant he had a very dangerous road to walk ahead of him -- no matter how brief and fleeting it would be. That's what he kept telling himself; that's how he had found himself stuck here, in this isolated village in the seeming middle of nowhere, as it slowly tore itself apart. He had traveled the land after his former bondmate had died, an Aes Sedai of the White Tower, together they had roamed the land and done the bidding of the greatest force the world had known. And for all the troubles it had caused him and her, despite all the times he should have died years prior, he found himself alone, their link severed when she had met a gruesome death when he hadn't been there. He had felt the shock and terror pouring through the bond, of course, and that had hurt even worse, knowing where, when and how she had died, and not being able to do a bloody thing about it. He wouldn't let the same thing happen to Ruon, no matter how crazy and dangerous he might possibly become. For he knew that he could've been the same person, in a different life. And things were wrong here, in this bleak little village, he admitted to himself. Perhaps that was why he had stayed, too. Not sure what to do to stop the evil and corruption consuming the town, but unable to stop himself from doing something. Besides, what else could he do, as a lethally trained warder? So he placed his hand down on the hilt of his sword as he strolled through the darkness of the town, cursing again at the night that seemed to not vanish, wondering how many hours ago it had been that he left Ruon, albeit reluctantly. The young channeler had even had the gall and audacity to order Tazrim to go roam the streets. Order him. Like he was a full-fledged Aes Sedai, and was in control of the bond. There was still so much the young gleeman had to learn, and those lessons would be that things never worked out in life like they did in the stories. Still, he found himself obeying his channeler, regardless. Old habits seemed to die hard for an old warder like himself. Despite the feelings of foreboding he had to shake off when leaving. It felt like the pattern was warping and twisting around this light-cursed town, fraying the fabric of the pattern and pulling their threads out one-by-one, until there was nothing left but a dark void where light used to thrive. He shook his head, dispelling the ominous thoughts from his head, telling himself to stay focused. He couldn't let himself be distracted. A moment's hesitation could cost him his life, and ultimately Ruon's life as well. He decided to finish one more circuit of the village, making sure nothing was amiss and everything was as it should be -- quiet and peaceful. If the wheel wills it, at least, he added grimly to himself. He walked across the newly located village green, still uncertain what to think of such an unraveling of the pattern, ignoring the darker patches of the blood stains from previous nights' grizzly encounters. The moon passed out from behind the clouds suddenly, washing the village green once again in surreal moonlight, illuminating everything. Tazrim Maim pulled up short, noticing for the first time the sets of eyes watching him from all around him. Golden eyes. Waiting for this perfect moment to strike. He knew instantly this was one battle he couldn't win, instead turning to flee, hoping and wishing Ruon had disobeyed him for a change, and decided to follow him into the night. The sudden rush of padded feet and snarling growl right behind him was all he had time to hear before death launched itself upon, the horrible, flashing pain of teeth sinking into the back of his neck as he was tackled to the ground. He managed to rollover onto his back, flailing with his arms and legs to protect his vitals. All he could see was the full moon, shining and shimmering above him, it's calming light seeming to mock him, as the shadows snapped forward once again and blotted out the light one last time. *** Cubik Rube stopped dead in his tracks, mesmerized by the sudden chorus of wolves howling out to the moon, singing their song of triumph. The savage roar signaling what had to have been another successful hunt, if the proximity of the howls were any indication. He decided to not go that way, instead wanting to turn around and flee in the other direction. Unless that's where they want me to go, he told himself, trying to shake the unsettling fear of paranoia that had buried itself deep within him. He could feel the chaos and fear that had permeated the village gnawing away at him, wearing down his sanity. He wasn't sure how much longer he could go on like this. The fireball almost came as a sweet relief when it's light and heat came barreling towards him, blinding him in the instant flash of light and pain, knocking him to the ground and blotting out all other senses. He was almost disappointed when he awoke hours later, injured, but still miraculously alive. *** Ruon felt the bond get severed as soon as it happened. Could feel the pain of the tearing and rending of flesh that had killed his warder. Poor old Tazrim, was all he had time to think before the grief and anger consumer and overcame him. He had slipped out of the safehouse him and Tazrim had established, refusing to be left behind while his old warder had all of the fun and excitement. He regretted those feelings now, as he bolted out into the night, the sudden rush of adrenaline and blurry anger overcoming him, blotting out all other senses and rationale. He knew the old man was already dead, could feel the last of his life drain away. Another thread pulled from the pattern. It's light forever extinguished. Ruon would make those that were responsible pay. He no longer held onto the childish fancies of adventures and songs filling his mind. He had more than enough, and with Tazrim's guidance, was going to grow up much faster than he anticipated. He reached out to Saidin, letting the horrible, magnificent torrent of energy and power fill his veins. Molten lava pouring through him, burning his blood within his body. The icy, arctic cold of winter freezing him to the bone. The flood of the one power threatening to sweep him away in it's blazing ocean of chaos and power, scouring him away til he was nothing but a pile of ashes. That was the battle he fought everytime he seized the source, when he filled himself with saidin. But now he drew in more and more of the power, more than he knew was smart too. It was too much too handle safely, more than what he knew what to do with. But still he drew more, the burning river of power fanning his anger, like a heavy wind to a fire, stoking it up higher and higher. He screamed in a furious rage, knowing he had to do something with all of the power before it overcame him and wiped him -- and probably this village -- away completely. With a anguished effort, he willed all of the power into the sky above him, throwing his hands out and forcing the threads of spirit, fire, and water up into the night. The wind rushed in, like a flood of water filling in a sudden void, the rolling clouds darkening even further, twisting and turning in sinuous lines above the city, hiding the moon and light once again. A single lightning bolt struck down out of the heavens, it's light piercing the night like a dagger with a painful, tumultuous roar, blinding him instantly, the thunder deafening. His whole body hurt all over. Especially his side, where he reached down and was surprised to find blood flowing freely between his fingers. Like a dagger, was all he had time to think before the blade was driven into his back this time, the icy hot pain shocking him once again, as he lost his old on saidin, the shock of that driving home the pain even further as he crumpled to his knees and fell down into the dirt. He knew now that life was, in fact, not like the songs or stories. Because in the stories, the heroes never died. *** Alain Stern hefted the axe back out of the tree, digging it out of the trunk before re-positioning and swinging once again, putting all of his might into the blow. He grunted with the effort, exhaling with a rush, wiping the sweat from his forehead before digging the axe out of the bark once again. Swing. Chop. Dig out. Repeat. Those were the motions he kept repeating in his head. The mantra he gave himself to keep up his rhythm, not letting himself rest for a moment, giving himself time to think. Or time to mourn, he thought grimly, before cursing savagely at himself and attacking the tree once again. The pain had receded to a dull ache, a tight pressure built around his chest, weighing him down with the burden of his warder's death. He had known what he was getting into when he had gotten himself a warder, laughing again at the irony of a male channeler finding somebody loyal and insane enough to be bonded to a madman. But despite working with saidin for years, he knew the taint was catching up to him. He knew it was only a matter of time before the madness took him completely, leaving him a crazy husk of his former self before he lashed out at those he loved, and any poor fools still around him. That was what Keland had been there for, to help calm him in his rages, to remind him of who we was and how to struggle through the taint. Thinking of his former warder brought another fit of rage, so he expelled it the best way he knew how. He chopped at the tree once again, reverting back to his former skill set, preferring the exhaustion the manual labor brought him. And the clarity of mind, once he had driven everything else out of his mind. He knew it was the only way. With a loud snap, the tree finally bent to his will, the cracking sound, like thunder, driving the thoughts from his head again.In a rush, he seized saidin, letting the icy, hot flow of it into him, filling his body. He coughed and gagged on the taint, the thin layer of evil floating at the top of the pool of power. Like a film of oil on top of a well, one could never dig a bucket into the water without taking a small portion of the oil. He was familiar with the fetid feeling of the taint seeping into him, but he wasn't ready for his vision to swim, seeing two images as one as the tree started falling the wrong way and almost on top of him. In a panic, Alain weaved a thread of air, yanking the falling tree out of midair and heaving it over onto the pile of trees he had created in his manic fury these last few nights. It was the only thing keeping him going. Dozens of the fallen trees lay in a misshapen mound, a teetering, unbalanced cairn. That was how Alain felt, as if any step would be the last step, and he would fall headfirst into insanity, and eventually death. The limber settled with a loud crash, shaking the ground as it's weight crashed down onto the other fallen trees. He just had to keep chopping. To keep himself occupied. He grunted once more, lifting the axe up over his shoulder, ready to move onto the next tree. He couldn't let himself be distracted for even a second. A part of him realized he still held onto saidin, and he found he didn't want to let go. The struggle to not let the power overwhelm and wear him down was a familiar fight, like an old friend that he was used to. And he couldn't afford to be alone with his thoughts. So he kept fighting, unsure of what he would do if he ever succumbed to it's powers. Or started thinking of what he would do after the trees were all gone. And suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, a tremendous roar of sound, and a concussive blast of air as he was tossed off of his feet and thrown back a few yards, landing hard on his side and knocking the wind out of him. The clouds poured in overhead, as he realized he could now see the night sky. Not because the moon had peeked out behind the shrouding clouds. He realized the light was coming from below. Near him. Oh, he slowly thought, piecing everything together, the pile of trees.... he felt the bolt of saidin as it ripped through the air, tearing the sky asunder as the brilliant bolt of lightning blasted down near him, igniting the fallen timber in a giant explosion. If only he hadn't kept himself so distracted, he would have felt it before it happened. Laying on the ground, his body bruised and aching, he realized he just didn't have the will to get back up. He could hear the shouts and screams as people began to wake and see the conflagration of trees as they ignited, the tongues of flame reaching high into the sky and illuminating everything around him. He knew he could do something. Use a weave of air or water to put the fire out, to displace the heat somewhere else and spare the town of the impending threat of spreading fire. But.... why even bother? He told himself, finally letting the flood of emotions he had been blocking come rushing in. The sadness and the regret taking hold of him. He closed his eyes, letting a single tear leak out. It's pointless anyway, he thought. The shadow seems to have already won. At least for him. So he didn't move, and didn't feel the desire to save himself, as the flames spread and washed over him, burning away his fears and sorrows. Another thread in the pattern snuffed out. It's light extinguished. And probably for the better, Alain told himself one last time, as he closed his eyes and let the pain burn away. *** Mashadar flooded the village, it's misty fogs shrouding the streets, it's smoky tendrils seeking another target, another victim to bring to the perfection of the Waiting Shadows. Slowly pouring through the streets of Drell's Crossing, like poison coursing through veins before the morning sun burned away the mist. But not before another person was brought into it's own grip of corruption and evil. *** The whitecloak didn't even try to suppress the yawn, as the never-ending night finally seemed to abate, the morning sun burning away the terror of the night as they saw another sunrise. They didn't even speak as they hauled the prisoner to their feet, pushing them out into the light and slamming the door on their backs. It was time for another day in Drell's Crossing. And with it, more blood. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Somebody was detained! Hellscythe was killed by Wolves! He was a Village Warder! Bard was killed by Darkfriends! He was a Village Channeler! Araris died by lack of Warder! He was a Village Channeler! Rubik was attacked by a Fireball! He survived. Somebody was Corrupted by Mashadar during the night. Day 5 will be extended and last until 12AM (MIDNIGHT) EST on MONDAY June 20th. (I know, extending it to a weird time again, but this will make the rollover easier for me that night!) (Refer to Hael's handy countdown below for proper timing. He can math better than the GM.)

Eh, screw it. Fickle GM is fickle, but I'm recuperated enough to be able to do a rollover. The cycle is ended now. Just don't expect a write-up right away. XD (So ignore my last post.)

So apologies, due to real-life busy-ness, I'm going to extend the cycle for another 24hours! (Sorry @Haelbarde, made your countdown invalid again) XD So it will end at 4AM EST now on the actual 18th. >.>

For clarification's sake for the ta'veren role, if a player gets targeted who didn't perform an action, the redirect is still successful, it just doesn't do anything.

Long Game 22, Night 4: Bubbles of Chaos Night was a long time, coming, the blistering sun frozen, hanging suspended in midair, unyielding and unflinching, refusing to budge from it's nestled position, and broiling the villagers of Drell's Crossing alive. The people stopped in their tracks, dropped whatever it was they were doing or arguing about, and all of the people gathered around the village green, drawn to that single point together, staring into the searing sky, transfixed by the implacable sun. They didn't know how long they had stood there, looking up into that fierce ball of fire, hypnotized, for when they all eventually came to it was as if it had never happened, the villagers shaking their heads at their own foolishness for being distracted as such. Nobody wanted to meet each others' eyes, not wanting to ask the unanswered questions that lay behind their fear-drawn faces. It wasn't natural. "Is it just me, or is it unnaturally bright outside?" Somebody asked, breaking the silence, shattering the perfect serene moment into a thousand scattered shards, blown away by the arid, harsh winds that began to buffet the town and bring the rest of the citizens out of their stupor. People began to come to, if only to begin hurling more accusations and insults at each other, returning to their normal distractions and recreational habits of lynching one another, for without a Mayor, the villagers felt more lost than ever. It wasn't until they began to look around that they had another shock, jolting them fully aware and alert. For while everybody had stood and stared at the glaring sun, oblivious to their surroundings and the town around them, everything had changed. The village green was now placed on the outside of the town, well away from where it had used to be, in the center of town and all the buildings. The Golden Dagger inn had become reduced to a small shack with barely enough room for a table, let alone a bar counter, inhabited by some poor muttering Witless fool that nobody seemed to recognize. All of the buildings had swapped places or vanished completely. The entire bloody village and gone and been rearranged while everybody had just been standing there! "It's too flaming bright out!" Another voice cried out, echoing the one before them, trying to find something else to focus on besides the obvious. Phil Bill walked forward among the crowd, drawing everybody's attention to him. "I've heard of things like this before," they began slowly, still uncertain what to do with all the scrutiny now placed on them, "If only in passing or in books. The Lord of Chaos' touch on the world, while usually weak or not strong enough to have an effect.... I've heard that sometimes there are vapors.... or bubbles, if you want to call them that, that leak through the Pattern and can cause devastating damage...." He trailed off, realizing that people were looking at him expectantly, all of a sudden, wanting more of an explanation from him, or some sort of sign of what to do next. "That's just what I've bloody heard, though," they said a little defensively, taking another look around before shaking his head and walking off before anybody could ask them what to do next. That was when Lorien peeked his head up, realizing he must be late for his daily patrol, berating himself for getting so distracted. He went to go and excuse himself, glad to get away from all of the action, needing time to recover from such a shock. When he went to go leave; however, he found that everyone was blocking his path, refusing to let him leave. He didn't need to take a second to know what that look had meant, and what his fate would be next. As a Child of the Light, and as a former Questioner -- a nickname he despised from back in his service -- he knew full well what that look preceded, and just like the Questioners, he knew that there would be no answers sufficient enough for them, no matter how much of a defense he pleaded, or how much evidence was shown. Lorien hung his head down, breathing a sigh of relief. For at last the madness would end, and he wouldn't have to suffer the dark fate of this poor village. He could see the rot and corruption eating away at the town's foundation, dragging everybody down into the grave with it. No, he'd at least die while his hands were marginally clean. Before he was consumed entirely. He took another breath, fishing into his pocket to pull out his sunburst medallion, polished and burnished to a golden glow underneath the reflecting sun. He would die as he lived, proud and with his head held high. The noose was slipped over his neck, and the rest faded into darkness. ---------------------------------------- Conquestor was lynched! He was a Village Whitecloak! Stink (Phil Bill) was voted Mayor! Conquestor(6) - Araris, Jaime, Hellscythe, Elodin, Hael, Rubik Rubik(5) - Meta, Bard, Conquestor, Maw, Lopen HS - Aman Mayor Votes: Stink - Stink, Jaime, Joe Joe - Hael, Conq. Night 4 will last for 24 hours, until 3AM EST, Saturday June 18th!

Ok, well I can't lock the thread right now, so just use your imagination.

Thread locked. Write-up coming shortly.

Basically what Hael said below, the write-ups are just extra story and a way for the GM to have fun with it, just including the key events that happened during the cycle, mostly whoever got killed during the lynch/night actions, and then whatever other information that gets revealed, the situations can differ between games and how the different GMs decide to run it. Any player can RP as much as they want to during the game, and that just helps build their character and how they want to interact with the rest of the players storywise -- but it's all usually cosmetic and has no real affect on the game. Although I know I personally enjoy when players RP more than not, as that makes the job a lot more fun for the GMs when they do write the write-ups, as that gives us more to draw and base our write-ups off of, and helps really cement that whole storyline narrative. And some players do like to ask the GMs for special conditions or requests that they'd like for their death scenes, just to help add that much more flavor. (Of course, GMs don't have to do that, but it's certainly a nice touch. Mostly depends on the GMs whims. TL;DR - Do much more RP when playing! It's fun!

Just a reminder/heads-up that the cycle will end in just under ~12 hours from now! Til 2AM EST! So make sure we get all our votes and any day actions in before then! Also, with the nifty new notification system, any questions players have just make sure to tag me in the post and I'll be able to see the questions a lot easier and answer them much more promptly!

I do just want to give @Chaos and everyone else a big kudos for getting everything implemented and rolled out! I for one love the new design and have no problem with it! (I believe I did say to Wilson that it hurts my eyes with brightness at first, but that was just the initial seeing of it, totally adjusted now) One thing is when looking at my inbox, it says Used -49400% storage Out of Max -1. Is this just a little hiccup with the numbers? And not sure if it's just my wonky screen resolution, all the messages are grouped up to the left in the box with a lot of blank space on the right side of the page, is there any way to stretch the messages out to take up more of the screen and see more of them? I do like how the PMs have the text preview though so you can see what was last said, definitely a nice touch! Edit: Yeah, when I post it's been taking a few seconds to go through, so I've been hitting refresh and I think that's been double-submitting my posts, which with Chaos mentioning the doublepost automerge new feature, that could explain it. And hey, I like my cookies very much. And no, not telling you what's in them.