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Long Game 8 Day 3: Game, Set, Spike Araris strode onto the rooftop, gazing at the starry skies. Legend had said that back in the World of Ash, that these thousand gems had been invisible to the average human. Tragic. He heard someone step out onto the rooftop behind him and he stiffened, filling his metalmind and making himself much lighter than normal. Checking the distance in front of him, he deemed it sufficient. If he had to, he could float his way off. “I know you’re there,” he said, voice as sharp as his ironmind. He started to turn to face the newcomer. A gunshot roared through the night, sharp in the absence of Elendel’s normal population. Birdshot sprayed him across the back, not fatal but enough to incapacitate him. Pain bloomed through his body. Araris hit the ground. He took a moment to fill his ironmind with nearly everything he had, then he agonizingly began to pull himself up. The newcomer forced him back down with ease, Araris’s skill working both for and against him. “I’m sorry,” they said. “The Set needs this.” Araris screamed, understanding. “The Set! They just want us for their damned spikes!” A length of metal pounded through his heart and Araris died. What’s happening, he thought, panicking. What? I’m sorry, a voice said, and though Araris was not Pathian, he knew at once whom it was. Harmony. But you’re disrupting the balance, and balance will always restore itself. Even I barely need to give you the nudge with my servants. You are doing it all by yourself. I’m sorry. …. A scream pierced the air. Tulir turned at once from his drink with Alim. The man seemed stiff, not very responsive to even that hellish noise. Was that Araris? What was he screaming about the Set? “Come on,” he said, standing and running up the stairs. We have to see what happened.” At the rooftop, a small army of the Set soldiers stood over the corpse of Araris. “We’re sorry this had to happen,” Satrams said. He was among the soldiers, evidently, organizing them into action. “Araris tried to bolt, filling his ironmind and then trying to float off. My soldiers shot him down.” Ridiculous, Tulir thought. Why would Araris do that? He was talking about being honorable to Satrams himself! He would not run. Tulir tried to push himself forward, leading the rest of the tavern’s new residents. They had followed him, it seemed, and they were all eager to see exactly what had happened. The soldiers pushed Tulir back. “I’m sorry, but this is no longer your business.” A glimpse of blood shone, nearly a yard away from where they were crowded. Resisting their command, Tulir pushed into the center, horrified and gawking at the mess of a body that had been Araris. “This man was not shot to death,” he said. “Bullets don’t do that.” The Set forced him back. “Shotgun spray?” A soldier suggested. “No,” Tulir said. “I think that the Set is going to far.” Realization dawned on him. “That’s what Araris said! You spiked him! You just want us for spikes!” Tulir looked back on the rest of them, the nonSets appearing equally enraged. “They just want us for spikes!” … Aonar was at the back of the crowd, knowing that no matter when he got there, whatever had happened would still be there. His analytical mind told him one thing that evidently the rest of them had forgotten: there was no rush. A dark mass from behind slammed him into the wall with inhuman strength, bordering on greater than a Thugs. Darkness closed on him. No! Terror shot through Aonar. Not now! “Don’t know why we use hammers,” the kandra said. “Considering that these are about the only things that can hurt us.” The kandra smashed in Aonar’s head with a quick, superhumanly powerful strike. I’m sorry, said Harmony. But you’re disrupting the balance... Results: Araris is dead, his feruchemical iron spiked out of him! Aonar is dead, killed (but not taken) by the kandra! A tineye left the message: We must follow Aonar’s plan and root out the Kandra! Player List: Corrupt Politician: Popeye (navybrandt) Corrupt Politician-Spike Araris Corrupt Politician: Quitania (Quitecontrary) Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) The Set: Jedal (The Only Joe) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Peng (jasonpenguin) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson) Ready… vote!

Okay everyone, I have the next write up ready. I can wait until half an hour from now, or I can post it now. EDIT: The night's over.

You mean Wax and Steris. I'll be severely disappointed if Wax goes for Marasi.

Guys, I've done goofed and did not mark Twei's vote. So, I'm going to tell you something to try and make up for this: Every one of the "secrets" revolve around the spikes.

No, I remember the quote that you're thinking of. I can't find it either.

One person does the spiking as their night action, and the Set kandra cannot do it. He can say he tried, but it will be a lie.

Just curious, how can Araris or Willa be proven clean?And I didn't write down who voted for whom because I'm lazy, not because you can't know. If you want, I'll tell you. (By the way, anything with a chance of vote not counting still would show up in any list I provided.)

Oh, poop. I did not count any red: votes. ... For the future: votes have to be in red to be counted. If you're on mobile and you just want to get your point across, red: vote is fine, but you need to edit it to be actually red for it to be counted.

Long Game 8 Night 2: Execution Araris held his blades warily, staring around the now stinking tavern. Different faces leveled different accusations, but eventually, the group turned against Satrams. In a group full of gang members and the corrupted city elite, they should have been much more willing to do the act themselves. Alim turned, eyes blank, to the door, clearly wanting to summon some of the Set muscle, yet Araris strode forward. “This man is one of us by virtue of our shared confinement,” he said. “Yet none of you will do him the honor of a noble death? Let me kill Satrams, and let me do it well.” Satrams looked to the left and right, then crouched, as if to run. A rifleman from outside fired a warning shot, cracking the wood above Satram’s head. Satrams gulped and faced Araris. “I’m sorry, friend,” Araris said. He lunged forward, his movement light and swift. It felt as if he barely touched the ground. Satrams twitched and took an involuntary step backwards, but he didn’t flee. Araris plunged his sword through the man’s gut, held it, then pulled it out. “I’m sorry, friend,” Araris repeated, whipping out a rag to clean the blade. “You are not the one whom I think guilty.” Satrams groaned, his dying breath. Then he stood up. “Kandra,” Morgan said, horrified. “Kandra!” The Set muscle outside fired bullets into Satrams, hitting in the gut and the chest. The wounds closed, and Satrams tore the shirt arm, revealing gold bracers. “Not kandra,” he said. “Bloodmaker.” Votes: Willa: 1 Peng: 2 Terra: 2 Satrams: 3 Alim: 1 Satrams is a Bloodmaker! No updated player list, because no one died.

A Lurcher can Lurch themselves. Edit: Day's up.

Umm, lucky is not a possibility for being a kandra. She's dead. If the kandra steal someone's body, then I'm not going to tell you.

A kandra cannot have more than one body at a time. As soon as they bodysnatch, their original form is dead.

By the way guys, if you want to uncount a vote, you need to find the original post and green that also. And twelthrootoftwo, RAFO. (Though, it should be fairly clear if you think about it. Read Well of Ascenscion).

Day 2: Coins Lucky chugged down another cask of beer, then downed a shot of liquor in quick succession. She was part of the Set, sure, but that didn’t make her any less pissed about being stuck in the tavern, even if they had found rooms in the above stairs area. Already, it was beginning to stink. If she wanted any chance of sleep, then alcohol would likely be her only aide. As much as she loved gambling, the thrill of it would only keep her from sleep. A tentacular hand shot down from the rafters and yanked her up with strength unbefitting its thin, wraithlike feel. Even as it choked out her life, Lucky couldn’t even bring herself to care enough to scream out. Only after every drop of life in her had been choked out did her corpse fall to the floor, and only after it hit did anyone else in the tavern care enough to scream. (Sorry. I didn’t see any RP by Lucky, so that was the best I could give her.) Met-al paced crept out onto the roof of the inn. It was a mistless night, and the clear visibility only served as a clear indicator of how well the Set had outmaneuvered them. Completely surrounded, by soldiers as well as Allomancers. Willa hadn’t exactly said which ones, but Met-al knew the pulses of a good Soothing or Rioting like he knew the back of his hand. “Urgh,” he said. “Met-al wants to break sumthing.” he chuckled on the inside; he was not as childish as he presented himself to others, though over the years, it had sunk deep into him. Besides, Met-al likes hurting people, he thought. Met-al know sadism fun. A Set soldier saw Met-Al and aimed his rifle. “Get back in,” he said. “Met-al no go back! Met-al needs Met-al space!” Met-al Rioted the man slightly. Yes, hurting others was fun, but making others hurt others was even better. Met-al focused on contention, not towards Met-al, but towards every other guard. He Rioted it as hard as he could. Met-al was not one for subtlety, but he could Riot as hard as a Nicrobursted man. Coins hit the ground besides Met-al, and one smashed into his kneecape. Met-al roared with pain, and, emotions flurrying in the guard, he shot. Met-al was not hit, but he stumbled forwards, desperately trying to drag himself off of the side. He could survive the three story fall, maybe, but the Coinshot would kill him before- Multiple coins smashed into his head, and even his massive size and bulk could not keep him up much longer. Met-al died before he could feel the blood drip onto his neck. Met-al was a Rioter! Lucky was a Citizen! On the wall, the Tineye had written his message, carving it into the wood. It read: If the people can get behind Alvron’s leadership, we can take our city back from the gangs. Players: Corrupt Politician: Popeye (navybrandt) Corrupt Politician: Araris (Arais Valerian) Corrupt Politician: Quitania (Quitecontrary) Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) Koloss Riot: 1. Aonar (AonarFaileas) The Set: Jedal (The Only Joe) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Peng (jasonpenguin) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson)

No reason. Copy paste error.

Night 1: Two Gangs and a Bunch of People Walk into a Tavern… PolOr watched Alvron give his speech. The disinterest in .the air was amusing enough for him to almost forgive Harmony. Almost. Within only a few days’ time, PolOr had decimated the Set. He had sent more than a message; he had nearly destroyed the entire group, along with almost all of their work. Inside of PolOr’s body lay a patchwork of metal, dozens of various spikes incorporated into his skin. He had killed enough of the Set’s spiked patsies that he was now the most powerful Scadrian in history. Though, technically, he would lose any fight with an atium burner. Not only was that metal nearly impossible to procure, the Set hadn’t been able to get any atium spikes also. It didn’t matter. Now, PolOr could compound any of the Feruchemical traits, including the two most important: mental and physical speed. He had been experimenting with these two, and he was beginning to get it down. If he matched the two, then he could effictively create a mobile, personal speed bubble. PolOr prepared to tap, and then kill everyone in the tavern. It is time for you to retire from this fight, I think. Harmony’s voice boomed through the multitude of spikes in PolOr’s body. “Come on,” he muttered. “Please. I can end this. I can kill every one of them.” No, Harmony said. We must keep the balance, and you are more than enough to tip the scales. I have a few younger agents who need proving. They are perfect for this. If you disobey, then you will make me restrain you, unfortunately. Do not. PolOr growled but nodded. “Fine. Just let me watch.” Willa looked through the tavern and smiled. Somehow, every single person of importance and influence left in the city had made their way here. All of the Riots of consequence, as well as a large smattering of the corrupt leaders. It was perfect. She leapt to her feet and fired a gun in the air. Immediately, the whole tavern silenced. A mug of beer shattered after hitting the ground. She laughed quietly to herself. “Ladies, gentlemen, thank you for giving me the honor of keeping you here. We have a problem, and I have a solution.” One of the corrupt politicians, and wiry thin man named Jain, stood up, chicken wing still in hand. “Put that gun down, young lady. Some of us are trying to enjoy our second dinner.” She turned and put a bullet in his shoulder. He gasped and collapsed into his chair. No one cared enough to move. “Sorry, Jain. But there are kandra, ancient creatures from the World of Ash, and they are hunting us down. Some of them are likely disguised as us. And I know that none of us like each other, but as I said, I have a solution. This is miraculously everyone of consequence in the city. The kandra should be in this room as well, if they’re trying to hunt us down. If we all stay in a closed space, then they’ll be forced to as well. Yes, they can kill us easier, but now we have a chance of killing them. The soldiers of the Set are outside, keeping us in. They’ll provide food and water, and we’ll collectively elect which of us to kill on the inside. It will all work.” Meta-al grinned and cracked his knuckles. “Me like hurting.” Others nodded in general agreement. “Glad to hear that you are willing to work with us. If you disagree, you can leave. Of course, my men have orders to shoot everyone going outside. Good night; we’ll begin the killings in the morning.” Slowly, the tavern returned to its previous mood. Votes: No kill: 6 Lucky:1 Tulir: 1 Willa: 2 Quitania: 1 Meta-al: 1 Aonar: 1 Player List: Corrupt Politician: Popeye (navybrandt) Corrupt Politician: Araris (Arais Valerian) Corrupt Politician: Quitania (Quitecontrary) Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Met-al (Metacognition) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) Koloss Riot: 1. Aonar (AonarFaileas) The Set: Jedal (The Only Joe) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Peng (jasonpenguin) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Lucky (luckat) The Set: Willa (little wilson)

Alright, this day cycle is over. Write up for Night 1 is about to be up, though.

"Enemy" as relative to the Kandra. So anybody can be one.

I'll be doing it, but only adding words to an existing project.

I just realized that one of the initial rules that you guys are basing your speculation off of is actually invalid. I had expected more players, but then when there were twenty, I switched some things up a bit. Some of the Corrupt Politicians can have powers, just as some of the Set and the Koloss Riots can not have powers. Sorry about the rule change. And clarification for the body-kandra relationship: it's up to the kandra for exactly how it works. They can respond or they can give their body the gist of what they want to say. The only copy paste rule is that a body cannot copy paste and PMs prior to death to the kandra. Anything new though is open to copy paste, and to learn prior PMs, the kandra can ask his body. If that makes any sense.

Day 1: Act of God Black mist curled around Elendel, plainly visible in each one of its Octants. The mist was not an uncommon thing, a remnant from the World of Ash, the age where Gods had warred and somehow, humanity had prevailed. Mist was the ever present blanket of night, a comforting thing to most of Elendel’s cosmopolitan citizens. This mist, however, seeped through the city in broad daylight. Traffic stopped, citizens gawked, and the horses started while Harmony spoke to each of his followers as if he was there. They all heard the same indisputable message: It would be wise to leave this city, I think. The Pathians told their friends and famillies, and a mass migration of Elendel ensued, a few thousand leaving the city. The rest doubted or believed differently, or were too firmly rooted in their own arrogance to listen. The truth of what had happened was unquestionable: Harmony was interfering in Elendel. PolOr occupied the body of one of the Set’s newest creations, a double Compounder with allomantic and feruchemic steel and iron. Neither of these abilities had allowed the man to survive PolOr’s sudden attack in the night, however. With the kandra inhibition from killing lifted, they made unsurprisingly good assassins. PolOr could be anyone or any animal that he wished, and now, he had retrieved the four Hemalurgic spikes used to create the double Compounder. Two guards stood at attention at the end of the train car, alert with the strength of pewter. PolOr nodded to them. They wouldn’t yet know that PolOr’s body was not dead, though they would soon. But by then, it would be far too late. The car door opened and PolOr stepped through to the next box. Lord Edwarn Ladrian sat in his booth, comfortably waiting for him. “How are you feeling, Kelin?” He asked. PolOr sat opposite the member of the Set and stared at him. Underneath the table, unseen, PolOr twisted his muscles so that a daggerlike length of metal now jutted out. After living for more than a millenium, PolOr had learned to twist and manipulate the flesh of his body like none other. He stabbed Ladrian, his motion unseen underneath the table. PolOr twisted the dagger and smiled. “Tell the rest of the Set,” he hissed, “That Harmony is no longer going to allow your monstrosities. You should have time, before you die. Tell the rest of the Set that the kandra are coming.” Ladrian gasped and banged on the table. “Guards,” he said, voice already weakening. “Kill this creature!” Every man in the train car rose at once, gunners and coinshots blasting dozens of pieces of metal into Pol’Or. It hurt, but he had trained himself over the centuries to treat such trivial pains as small annoyances. A thug approached him and smashed a crowbar into Pol’Or’s stomach. Crouching, Pol’Or crouched to the ground and tapped his compounded iron. Instantly, Pol’Or’s weight rocketed to far beyond that of the train. The metal below him bent and roared, and eventually gave way. Pol’Or let himself fall out of the train. He bounced across the sand. His bones would be broken, but he should be able to Push and Pull himself to safety. Ladrian stayed, stuck to the chair by the metal impaling his stomach. “The kandra are coming,” Pol’Or said, flying into the air, Pushing himself off of the train. The leaders of the Set discussed and discussed Ladrian’s death, and came to a decision: they told the rest of the city. Now, even the unreligious fled en masse. The normally bristling to the brim city of Elendel was deserted, except for those who wished to take power. Their rivals, the Koloss Riots, were the only main gang that stayed. The rest fled outwards, following the people. A few politicians stayed as well, eager to try and fill the vacuum of power. The Set did not appreciate being threatened; they would draw the kandra out, and then they would study them. And then they would kill them. Players Corrupt Politician: Popeye (navybrandt) Corrupt Politician: Araris (Arais Valerian) Corrupt Politician: Quitania (Quitecontrary) Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Met-al (Metacognition) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) Koloss Riot: 1. Aonar (AonarFaileas) The Set: Jedal (The Only Joe) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Peng (jasonpenguin) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Lucky (luckat) The Set: Willa (little wilson) Well guys, it’s time to start. This is a day cycle, and you can choose to kill someone if you wish. No kill will be an option for your vote on this day only. That is, today, if the votes for no kill win, then no one will die. Happy slaughter!

Sorry. I was super sick today, and couldn't get it started. It'll happen tomorrow, at around 6. Again, sorry.

Kelsier 28 Miles 12 Ferring 6

So the Game will officially start at 6:00 PM on Tuesday. If anyone is on the fence about signing up (and has not seen the spec doc) then please do! For this game to be truly great, more players would be greatly appreciated.

Yes, I think that's a great idea. Sign ups are extended to Labor Day.