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Swimmingly

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  1. These are awesome. I like my dust bringer of is though
  2. Maybe there's an order of the KR that sees all those actions as perfectly acceptable.
  3. They are traded like slaves. Picking up a weapon in anger damns you to become one. They are the opposite of he who adds, they are he who subtracts.
  4. I was think more for the blue glass - animancy is the most obvious, I think. I can't place the roots for any of the others.
  5. For a secret warrior, Rock certainly cooks well!
  6. Peng's a coinshot tonight. There's the Inquisitor, plus 1-4 coinshots. Anywhere from 0-7 people may die tonight.
  7. Shimble was gulping down water by the pint. He was terrified. Lord Ruler, Survivor, Ja and Trell, he thought, Please don't let me die from this. It's working already. Oh gods above and below, it's working already. He slumped, utterly sober. He'd already vomited into the street twice. Things were actually looking up. And now I can't even leave this wretched place because of the twice-damned steeleyed freak, that thrice-damned Modeft, and his a thousand thousand-times damned riddles and poisons and antidotes. The bastard knew I'd help his brother with the contracts. He's denying me business just to spite me! There were, of course, other options. Lord Olivier, for instance - the funder of several previous missions, Shimble wondered whether he would have been the client or a collaborator for the previous mission. The blueblood would hardly deign speak to the skaa milling about him. Shimble could help with that, get some transactions rolling and maintain some veneer of propriety. With a healthy fee skimmed off the top, of course.
  8. The chap implies that HBlades grant Surge binding. I don't think El's been surgebinding.
  9. Or he's actually a despicable, self-centered individual who was friends with the Blackthorn, but might not be friends with Davilar given enough time, and he thought only of his own rise in power when he condemned Kal for the Shards
  10. The night should be interesting. Depending on the number of trigger-happy Coinshots, I may be dead by morning. Joy.
  11. I don't think the Shash glyph was put there until much later
  12. What about a situation where nobody is an Misting for the first round, but then the Hero of Ages mists come in and everybody who's going to Snaps, an Inquisitor flies in and Spikes a few people, and the game begins in earnest?
  13. Shimble hunched over the bar, shivering slightly. He'd never gotten back his coat, shoes or cane; the cloaked man had left carrying them earlier. The boxings he'd had in his socks had provided a day of disconsolate drinking, the cheap, harsh drink merging into a haze of desperation and finally despair. Not that it didn't happen every week or so. Shimble had lost more fortunes than the vast majority of skaa and no small number of nobles had even seen. He was starting to notice a groove in the bar where he usually left his head during his drunken slumps. Shimbly imagined that damnable bartender, Dyring, surreptitiously grinding it in with a hammer, just to mess with him. "I heard Modeft's brother made a play for some of the poor man's contracts when he passed," said a voice somewhere to his right. "Already?! We've barely got 'im off the hook and 'is brother's goin' for his business already? Cold bastard, neh?" said another voice, to his left - they were speaking over his slumped back! Shimble smelled money - a whiff at the edge of his mind, like the pair of boxings tossing off sparks as they were rubbed together. "Yeah," continued the man to his right, "except Modeft's from a skaa family. Snobby noble client won't meet with him directly, so he's looking for an in between." The sparks caught, and a fire that smoked wealth caught in Shimble's psyche. He summoned his willpower, and pressed his body into action. Forehead rising, arms shoving... With great effort, Shimble sat up. "Perhaps," he asked, "you kind sirs would be so good as to direct me to the person you heard this sad story from?" Shimble had liked Modeft, but live and let die, he supposed. Well, die and let live, in Modeft's case. No matter. The class gap demanded a bridge, and Shimble would be that bridge. Including the part where people walked over him without really thinking about it. My money awaits
  14. If there is only one Inquisitor, then I have an idea: Every Misting message two random people and tell them your role, full disclosure, as well as the other person you are telling everything. If anyone is killed, then we assume that one of the people they told their role killed them. Everybody, misting or no, does this and posts the two people they told.
  15. In an unrelated note, I think "Hook, line, and murder" is a much better title. Roles off the tongue more easily. If a little bit silly.
  16. heh. I wonder how much it would cost to build a siege wall out of half-shard shields, then layer stone on top so that all the Shardbearers know when they try and slice a hole is "this doesn't work"
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