Gamma Fiend

Yeah, I think Kaladin and Shallan bringing the gemheart out of the chasms was more of a just, "Hey, look. We're badass" kind of deal. And that started having Dalinar suspect Kaladin was the one he was looking for. And it nicely sums up the Death Rattle from the first book that neatly fits this scenario. I didn't really notice anything else odd about the gemheart. I don't think it's some sort of Chekov's Gun or whatever at this point. The main scene was kaladin and Shallan fighting the Chasmfiend. I knew I was thinking "hey, maybe they should use Shallan's shardblade to harvest that gemheart", because that's just a natural assumption of what they'd do. At least, that's my take on this. Who knows? Maybe Book 3 or WoB will come out and show it is important, somehow.

Eh, after the line he said "Time may have gotten away from me for a breath or two..." Teft said, looking away." I could see him going and hanging with Zahel. That is very peculiar wording. But more likely he was trying to get ahold of old Envisagers, or was doing something crazy out in a Highstorm. : /

Still waiting to hear back from a few people still on their roles. And if that coinshot is a villager, could you please get ahold of me? I'll come post here later if/when I get a few more roles in and get everything sorted out and figure out who I want to lynch. Edit: So, did Bartbug actually reveal his role to anybody? Or was he involved with any PM groups anybody knows about? If we find out who we was talking to, then we might find out who could have possibly gotten the info to target him like that. (Considering it wasn't just a lucky friggin' shot from the Spiked)

Gamut had been out, jumping and pulling himself from rooftop to rooftop, patrolling around the city one final time. And that was when he heard the noise. Gamut flared Iron with a panic, and lurched himself in the direction the commotion had come from, barreling through the dense mists. He got there too late, only to see Bartson's motionless corpse laying amidst the rubble of the collapsed ceiling, warm blood still leaking from the gash on his head. He fell to his knees. "Why?! Why couldn't I protect them!" Gamut spat and cursed at the mists, now crawling throughout the room, claiming the abandoned house. "Why didn't he let me know? I could have protected him!" "You can't protect everybody." A voice whispered from the shadows. Gamut's informant, of course. Who else would be able to find him so quickly? "I felt the Allomantic Pulses and came as quickly as I could. But there was nothing you could have done here." Gamut went to reply, but then a bunch of blue lines sprung up from him, moving and coming from around the corner. At just that moment a group of villagers burst out of the night, their torches illuminating the patches of mists around them. Gamut turned his head to warn his informant to get out of here, but the Seeker was already gone. Sneaky as a Tineye, that one. Gamut laughed to himself, but the joy was mostly hollow. He took one last look at Bartson's body, and offered a silent prayer some wandering Terrisman had told him about years ago. He couldn't even remember the name of the extinct religion, but the words always sounded nice to him. Gamut finished his prayer and burned his Iron, pulling himself up and away from the wrecked building, disappearing into the Mists before they were burned away by the rising sun. I'll do better next time...he vowed to himself.

I'd like to make the trip down from Cleveland... but I don't know anybody else near me cool enough to dedicate to driving down their with me. But that upsets me greatly. Because I really want to meet Brandon Sanderon. : /

Gamut landed with a grunt, flaring his Iron and pulling at one of the metal bars on top of a building behind him to slow his descent. The mists puffed up and twisted around him as he landed, long, thin tendrils grasping at him, almost like fingers. It had been a busy night for him, jumping from meeting place to meeting place, gathering intel from various correspondents. All the little birdies singing in my ear. And I don't know if I can trust a single song. But some whispers were better than none. I'm doing everything I can, Gamut reaffirmed to himself. I just hope it's enough. 15 Years Ago.... "You can't protect everybody" That was one of Gamut's old master's favorite sayings, and he repeated it again for Gamut to hear. "I know you grow tired of hearing it. But even you must realize it's not possible. Even with your gifts." "But why not?!" Gamut demanded. "What's the point of having this power if I can't protect everybody?" "Because Power is not what you think it is. Yes, you have the ability to pull metals to you, or yourself toward metal. But does that make you more powerful than me? Or what about the average Skaa, not blessed with such gifts? "You? No. Because you're a Mistborn. Obviously I'm not stronger than you." "Ah. But you're confusing Power and Strength. Those are two separate things, often confused for one in the same." "So what's the difference, then?" "Strength is the measure of what you can do. Power is the way you use that strength. Remember this lesson, and you'll never lack the power to protect those you care about......" Gamut remembered those old lessons as he walked into Lurcher's Inn, taking a look around at all of those who hadn't retired for the night yet. "I don't know if I'm strong enough. But I'm going to do everything in my power to protect these people." He promised himself as he took a seat, burning a little bit of Iron to pull an empty tankard on a nearby table towards him. He grabbed it as it smacked into his hands and saw Bartson was already on his way over to fill him up. Gamut saw his informant out of the corner of his eye, and burned just a little bit more Iron. The coin sitting on the table next to his informant, everybody thought they always left it out for an extra tip to Bartson, whenever he would make his way around the room to actually collect, but it had a more discreet purpose. The coin ever slightly shifted and moved on the table, as Gamut ever-so-carefully Pulled on it. That meant that the two of them had things to talk about. The informant stood up from the table, knocking their knuckles twice against the wood -- indicating they got the signal -- and walked out the bar. Gamut waited a few minutes and eventually finished his drink and followed. The sun may be coming up. But this night is far from over. OOC: Hope nobodies minding the RP. Just figure I'd have as much fun as possible while I can. I'm still sifting through all the info everyone has dumped on me, and would like to thank whomever's all come forward, so far. It is making things a lot easier.

If White Sand is being handed out to people who have email'd Brandon asking for those 'unpublished works' and not received a response back... I would also like to officially request for a copy. I just found Liar of Partinel, but would definitely love to read White Sand, and any other works that have been being shared around. Please and thank you!

Gamut finished off his drinks and left Lurchers Inn, strolling through the mists and patrolling around Blackwater Village. Cyrus had struggled and fought tooth and nail to establish this safe haven for the Skaa, and he had given everything to maintain that dream. Gamut thought back to his younger years. Yes, everybody had called him a pirate, and he was. For a brief period of time. But you don't develop such a wide range of skills like Gamut had by sticking to one profession. But no matter what job he held, he always found himself protecting people. It seemed to be a natural side effect of his powers. Evil things would Push in the night, and Gamut would pull. After rounding a corner and dashing into an alley way, Gamut downed a vial of Iron and burned it. Tiny blue lines sprung up all around him, pointing to all of the various sources of metal nearby. He flared his Iron and pulled himself up to a metal bar he had specifically installed on the roof of Lurcher's Inn, grabbing ahold of it and hoisting himself up over the edge onto the rooftop. He had always silently laughed at the irony of being a patron of a tavern so aptly named for him You could almost say the name 'pulled' me in. He laughed to himself. Even in the bleakest of situations, Gamut had always found time to laugh. The world could always do it's best to bring you down, but as long as you had a smile on your face, evil could never win. But all jokes aside, there was work to be done. "We may have gotten two of them, but there's still more out there. We have to find out who we can trust!" Gamut's informant was of course already waiting for him, hiding in the mists. "You're the one with the stupid rule that you can only Seek people right before dawn." Gamut replied. "I can go yanking myself across the rooftops anytime I want." And with that, Gamut flared his Iron and took a running jump off of the roof, pulling himself towards a plate of steel he had attached to one of the nearby buildings. Pulling slightly backward at the metal bar on top of Lurcher's Inn, Gamut landed smoothly and continued on over to the next building. As skilled at Lurching Gamut was, there was still one other thing he did better. And that was collecting information. Time to go see what my little birdies have to say... OOC: So, no use really hiding anymore, since the Spiked already know my role. As the Dothraki would say, "It is known." RP is definitely a lot more fun, being able to openly use powers! *I would like all of the villagers with Roles to get ahold of me and let me know what they are. Or at least what you claim to be. I realize the potential of Spiked coming to me and lying about their roles, but the more I find out about what everybody is claiming to be, the more we can find inconsistencies. I will not claim to be infallible, and if I live long enough to act on information, mistakes can and most likely will be made. I apologize in advance for any Villagers I accidentally out and kill as a part of this initiative, but even then we still still have information to learn from it.

"Cyrus?! Is that you?!" Gamut thought he was going crazy. He was still in the throes of celebrating the brief victory over the Spiked, and nursing a minor wound in his shoulder, from one of those wild coins Asp had shot back at everybody earlier. And that was Gamut's drinking arm! He had been carousing and having fun, when he thought he heard the faint echoes of a familiar voice. It had almost sounded like... "Cyrus? Have I done good? I've been a loyal Provost, doing my best to protect your people. Please, Captain, show me the way!" There was a faint murmur, a slight sigh on the breeze in response. "What? Link right-ups? That doesn't make any sense!" Did I hear something about 'navigation', too? Maybe it is Captain Cyrus? Gamut just shook his head and dismissed what he thought he heard. He went back and joined the party in full swing at Lurcher's Inn. He walked in and looked over the crowd, feeling content. He would protect these people, and the best way to do that was to make sure he survived the night. I'll do you proud, Cyrus. I'll do you proud.

Gamut fell to his knees, blessing the Mists, the Lord Ruler, and Lead Mistings everywhere. Tears were streaming from his eyes. "I did it!" He triumphantly exclaimed. "WE did it!" OOC: Whew. Oh my. That was probably one of the toughest decisions I've had to make in this game so far. That last round was BRUTAL. You almost had me, Asp. Straight up. So now if everybody doesn't mind, I am going to go ahead and dump all my info I've gathered onto my now known safe Informant. Since I doubt I'll be surviving the night. I could probably use some protection, if anybody who could do that wants to get ahold of me...

Emphasis mine. So it looks like Dalinar has only spoken the Second Oath so far. But I believe the most important words were just the Oaths in general.

Gamut raised a tankard towards the heavens above, trying to appease the same forces he had called upon before. The day had grown long and all the villagers were growing weary. They had stayed up, pushing their bodies past normal limits as the mists held back, and the persistent red sun lingered high in the sky. "I don't know about ye'all, but I've had enough of this accursed day. We've had all our deliberation, and it's time for Asp to meet ol' Jack Ketch. So I beg the Mists to come in, and do their thing." Because apparently we can't kill one of our own in the daytime.

Very nicely done! Upvote!

Ugh. I really don't want to do this. But this is how I see things. Even IF my Informant is Spiked, and Asp is a legit Seeker, his hand has already been played. He won't be able to move forward safely in the game at all, and if we don't lynch him now, then we risk losing valuable information in a timely manner. I have been hesitant to release my Informant's Identity until the results of the lynching, so I can keep their secret safe for as long as possible - in the off chance they are actually a legit Seeker. So, I really am sorry to do this, because I know no matter how I vote, I am being played by the Spiked -- and with the same friggin' gambit they got me with in the First Game. But, continuing on with our lynching of Asp is the best way to gain information and learn of things. My #1 reasoning: I still just don't see the merits of the Spiked playing me through my informant like this. Even if they are just a messenger, and just a Regular Spiked, risking them like this just to get the Seeker is a big move. They already lost one of their members, and to lose a second one like just to possibly get a Seeker, is very risky, even for Spiked. Edit: As much as I joked about it earlier, I really am starting to feel like Lord Varys. Hearing all of these whispers the little birdies are singing in my ear. Edit 2: Figure I'd make myself somewhat useful and compile a list of the current votes. Asp (9) - Me, Maw, Bartson, Chid, Mac, Forage, Wark, Meta, Xaneth and Selvar* (*Retracted) Mabi (1) - Clan

WoB has said one of the Heralds went back for their blades. So 10 Honorblades. -1 for Taln still having his, then -1 for the one who took theirs back. And since Nalan was going around Surgebinding, that makes him the guaranteed suspect. That leaves 8 Honorblades, and Szeth has 1, so that would indeed leave 7 Honorblades in the possession of the Shin. And then we are pretty sure Hoid stole Taln's blade at one point after he returned and dropped it, and switched it out with the regular Shardblade Dalinar bonded.

I insist they at least let Sizgil use it for a little while, so he can evaluate and quantify just how awesome it is flying around with Kaladin.

Could you Awaken a dead Chasmfiend or even a Thunderclast into a Lifeless? O.o

Of course! They're all his cousins, gancho!

Just to clear things up, I'm only withholding my Informants identity until the results of the Lynching. Obviously is Asp is a villager, I am announcing them to everybody and letting our Coinshot (or hopefully Mistborn) do their job. I am doing this, because if Asp is a Spiked, then me revealing that identity will not be a good thing. I would be the only clean pipeline of information for them to use right now, until I could possibly get them in touch with the Villager Tineye. But that's still all of course pending the results of the Lynching. I'm still deliberating though on how much I trust either Asp or the mysterious informant though. But I really don't want to run the risk of killing our last Seeker just to find this out. And to clear a few other things up, my informant has been in contact with me since the beginning of the first Day Cycle, so I was obviously their first target. And then I told them to seek only the targets I told them -- to make sure I wasn't be directed by the Spiked, just in case -- and I told them to Seek Asp at nearly the last minute after we 'decided' on another target, just to be safe. So, yeah. Keep that in consideration in all of this, too. (I really have no idea, at the moment. I think I have to sleep on this one.) :{

Edit: Totally didn't just accidentally post my Elimination Game reply in here...

"I am a STICK!" "But is that really what you've always wanted to be? Or just what your parents wanted you to be?" "......."

I've been thinking about a Scadrial Variant. We have the Allomantic Metals and their effects. but we're missing an element, I think. Flaring Metals. It makes sense. Mistings/Mistborns have certain, limited resevoirs of metal, let's utilize that. Ever since Meta linked to that one crazy game, I was fascinated by their Currency mechanic. Where voting/participating and doing stuff gives you rewards to spend on useful items. We have that already. Metals! The game can be run by the GM/Town Metallurgist. He provides people were their metal reserves. And with flaring, the roles don't even have to be changed that much. Iron: Protect a target for being coinshot. FLARED: Save yourself and a target. Steel: Coinshot once per night. FLARED: Counts as two hits on one target. Bronze: . It could be a Villager Only role, but find out somebodies Role. FLARED: Find out somebodies role and alignment. Copper: Smoke cloud yourself, protected from Emotional Allomancy. FLARED: Coppercloud yourself and somebody else. Thug: Protect yourself from an attack. FLARED: You strike back, injuring your opponent and preventing them from using their role until next turn. Tin: Send anonymous messages. FLARED: Maybe a limited form of UberTin? Can just like "overhear" a string of PMs from one certain target player, maybe? Brass: Soothe away and negate a vote against yourself. FLARED: Negate a vote against yourself and somebody else's vote Riot: Your vote is negated and you can change somebody elses vote. FLARED: Your vote isn't negated when you riot Now obviously there might need to be some tweaking or balancing for these roles, but I think that's a decent starter. Maybe throw in Nicrosil or Chromium mistings as well? Target somebody and Leech or Nicroburst them? But the twist is each Misting starts off with a certain amount at the beginning of the game. Using your power takes up 1 UNIT of Metals, while flaring it would take up 2. And so we'd have to find a way to earn our "currency" to buy Metals with, but it would just all be 'bought' through the GM. What do you guys think? I just like the idea of Flaring metals and having to maintain some sort of reserve. It might give the game just a little bit more edge!

Ok, first I would like to confirm that Asp has sent me the Seeking info he talked about. And I am retracting my vote for Asp at the moment. I am going through PMs and scouring back through the site, and am going to try and figure this out. The Spiked are playing a dangerous game for sure. And it's extra unfortunate with the site being down so sporadically, since only the Spiked are really benefiting with uninterrupted conversation in their Docs. I will update this later with more info. Edit: If we have a villager coinshot, I'm going to want you to get ahold of me. Edit 2: Me retracting my vote for Asp does not mean I don't suspect him still or anything. Right now, it's just literally up in the air between him and my mysterious informant. I just wanted to throw my retract in there to show everybody I am heavily considering everything going on. And if I vote for Asp or my informant, I want to be as sure as possible.

"Oh, survivor, please. Not again!" Gamut pled to indifferent forces up above. "I can never be left alone. They're always trying to trick me!" He got down on his knees and begged the mists to hold off, giving them more daytime to discuss. Ooc: on my phone, playing magic at friends, too much hectic crap to deal with atm. Official extension request please. Ill be on later and figure this out. Sorry guys, lol. :/

I realize if im wrong I willingly will yield to my death. And if Asp is clean ill give up my source After the lynch. *fingers crossed*