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  1. Swimmingly
    I think 2 votes are needed to lynch?
  2. Swimmingly
    Dead Misting means a potential Spiked. Dead Mistborn is a lost asset. Remember, there's only one Inquisitor
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    Or we could refrain from senseless murder by not voting/matching each vote to ensure a tie
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    Cycle 1
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    Shimble Leice backed away as the crowd surrounded Modeft's body. Windrunner was skulking near the back, hiding after yanking Shimble's arm and pointing at the body. This isn't what it looks like, good sirs! That fellow over there told me it was here, so I came to check!
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    Well, sirs and madames, this is suspicious: An Inquisitor! Whoever could have guessed? Can we get an updating list of all the players, or maybe a google doc with just their name and whether or not they're dead?
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    You know, it doesn't say "awaken". It says, "use BioChroma. This could just mean the effects of the Heightenings.
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    Shim Nagement, hemalurgist sniper reporting to bridge. I've got a shoulder mounted Gauss rifle and forty magazines of iron bullets.
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    by Chaos' Shard.
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    Shimble weighed the bag in his hands, feeling the weight of it - it was surprisingly heavy. A slurred voice behind him sent him whirling around. The black-clad drunkard was threatening him. Shimble was about to let the laughable threat roll of when he the last word struck home. "Skaa." Shimble narrowed his eyes - a lifetime of insults against his low birth, and this stranger blabbed one out without having ever known him. Shimble dropped his canes - only one way to settle an insult like this. He rocked his stool against the bar and pushed off, fists like flapping fish swinging wildly. When Shimble came to, his coat, shoes, hat, and canes were gone. Only the coins he'd hidden in his socks remained. A black cloaked man leant against the far wall, a bundle under one arm, a bag under the other, and a pair of dueling canes leaning on the wall beside. He spat casually in Shimble's direction - it was red. Shimble groaned and let his skull drop back to the ground. Not again
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    Ardents seem to a highly respected slave caste, to my eyes; they transcend issues of the body, the mind, and the soul by losing their possessions, freedom, and position in society.
  12. Swimmingly
    Nobody develop your character, and it'll be fine
  13. Swimmingly
    Did she ever draw Jasnah while distracted?
  14. Swimmingly
    and shook out
  15. Swimmingly
    Beef jerky, protein powder, hard liquor, beer
  16. Swimmingly
    Anyway, Borscht-son-Odium grabbed
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    Shimble, growing bored of waiting for his whiskey, drew a cane and cautiously poked the bag lying on the ground next to the unconscious hooded figure. It clinked. *clink* *clink*
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    This has come up before, but my link-fu is weak...I cannot find.
  19. Swimmingly
    That's Shardic family.
  20. Swimmingly
    What if a spiritweb can only support Mistings and Mistborn without hemalurgy, and hemalurgy is a linear process, so spiking out one power causes the remainder to collapse?
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    <snark>It's probably a result of their biological makeup and psychological capacity.</snark>I think it boils down to "This is a neat idea for a severely sex-dichotomized culture!"
  22. Swimmingly
    So blue glass lets you see soulsmoke/soulflame and deduce actions based on it?
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    Does each gemstone even have a Surge associated with it?
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    Shimble Leice sauntered in to Dyring's bar, his cheap suit stained with ash. A pair of elaborate dueling canes dangled from his hips, and the pockets of his coat bulged like ripe fruit, ready to be plucked and stolen. Yer finest whiskey, good sir! Yes, those excellent casks you keep in yer basement! He shoved aside a hooded figure to sit at the bar, sending the man and his bag sprawling to the ground. Turning his back on the prone fellow, he peered at the rough cellar door, waiting for his drink.
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    Covered in smaller
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