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Elo was angry. That was usual. Elo was very angry, again not unheard of. Gryff had died before the Idrian ambassador. It would be too hard to pin the murder on his wife. Elo used some lute wire to floss his teeth. The other patrons of the Green Potato shot him filthy looks. "Go colour yourselves" he started towards the patrons who shied away. "Just as well" Elo settled up with Master Clement and left the bar. Turned right and headed for home. It was late, he was tired. He smelled the smoke before he saw the fire. "My house!" Elo broke into a run. The blaze had started in the upstairs bedroom by the looks of things. The ground floor was not on fire yet. "The dog!!" A strange mutt had showed up with bright eyes a few nights back. He seemed to be looking for someone. Elo had decided to name the dog Baldrick. He burst through the door and ran upstairs. He could barely breathe. The smoke was blinding and clogging his lungs. The dog was nowhere to be seen. Elo ran back downstairs. He liked the dog but wasn’t prepared to die for him. Elo left the house and started coughing. He was bent over barely breathing. He never saw the group come up behind him but felt arms around him adn a bag placed over his head. "This is for Gryff you child born out of Wedlock" A billy club came down on his head. He was dragged back into the house and left for dead. Smoke, pain, disorientation. Dog? Elo was pulled out into the street by the scruff of his neck. He looked up to see a doggy grin and tongue lolling. He passed out again. Baldrick sat down in front of his new master and stood guard. My way of saying I'll be out of the loop (ish) for a bit. Been called away for work and reception will be patchy. If I'm to be cast to the lions for inactivity (I'd understand) so be it.

Elo sat drinking in the Green Potato. Grim still hadn't noticed him. He was a little bit hurt. One did not achieve the levels of rocking that Elo did without being noticeable. It was almost enough to have a go Grim to get the attention. Elo sighed, drawing attention to himself was probably a bad idea. Ah colour it! Elo was nothing if not bad (and the best Bard in all of the world). Still, ot teh best of his knowledge the Red Salmon was still dry. The Green Potato was wet, and where he wanted to be. So not Grim then. "Thomas, you've been awfully quiet. Time to make some noise."

Grim was yelling at people. While his back was turned Elo slunk into the Green Potato. "At least one more time Grimmy Grim Grim" Elo did his little happy dance. "Master Clement, more salt, mayonnaise and beer. You didn't throw those . . . . . " A box of chicken feet were placed on the table. " . . . . feet away. My man. I love this place" Patrons at a nearby table were discussing what sounded like a murder? Upstairs? Someone called Paxen. That sounded like an Idrian name. Probably deserved it then. Elo had no problem with Idrians per se, in fact some of the best muscians in D'Relin were Idrian. Who was he kidding, Elo was the best musician in D'Relin. He chuckled to himself. No, the problem with Idrian's was that they were beat, and couldn't accept it. All they had left were the passes and the sooner they gave them up better everyone would be. More traffic through the town. More coins in his pocket. Strangled with a red scarf. Gryff's wife had a red scarf. Maybe her could pin it on him. That would solve a couple of Elo's problems. One of which was Gryff. Would have to think on it.

IF the Pahn Kahl are vanquished, peace will descend over the land. And everyone will get a kitten. True story.

Angling for a returned gig eh? How do Pahn Kahl people refer to themselves Pahn Kahli, Pahn Kahilian, Pahn Kahlese?

Elo picked himself up off the ground. Swimim handed him his lute and case which he had left in the restaurant and went off about his business. Elo pulled his favorite pick out of his lederhosen. It took a minute, the pants were tight. Afterwards Elo adjusted his foil covered cucumber and set off towards the Red Salmon. He realised he had left this purse in the Green Potato. "Drab, Chull, The Lord Ruler Odium". He cursed. "I'll never see that again" Still, when you were Elo, you were never short of coin. He found a spot near Gammer in the shade. "Hello Gammer, how you doing my love?" he said fondly. Elo wasn't afraid of any man. Gammer was a different story. It wasn't just fear though Gammer had put Elo back together more than once. Physically and emotionally. Elo put his case open on the ground and plucked the open chords to the Hadrian Imperial March, providing a counterpoint with his deep tenor. A few passers by threw in coins. He upped the game with the famous Idrian composition Royal Hair Colour Blues in (the saddest Key in Rock) D minor. A few more coins. He concluded his set with the Pahn Kahl anthem: I fought the Idrians (and the Hadrian's Won) sung in the highest falsetto he could achieve. Looking down he had enough money for some flowers for Gammer and beer for himself. He set about those purchases in that order. Gave Gammer a quick peck on the cheek and left. He had just been thrown out of the green potato. The Red Salmon it was.

Dragonlance.

"Master Clement, Swimim will have grilled fish with a side of Green Potatos. I'll have another drink, more salt and mayonaise." "Oi, freckle face what are you looking at? That's right keep walking out the door, down the road and off the Jetty. The sharks are hungry and I'm sick of your attitude" "Your the one with an attitude" "My attitude, MY ATTITUDE. I'll give you attitude you drabbing drabknuckle!" Elo knocked over the table and went screaming for the door. the beer and chicken feet went flying. Master Clement sighed, picked up the table and gave Swimim his fish. Elo saw something out the corner of his eye. All went black. He woke up with Grim standing over him. "How many times Elo?"

Vard caught up with Elo just before he turned into Restauarnt Road. "Thanks Man, tuning forks. Sweet. And chicken feet?. What do you mean “Apologies for a recent regeneration and a man appearing out of nowhere?” What are you smoking man?". Elo limped on. He turned down Restaurant Road and looked up at the Red Salmon. It was full. That meant Elo was likely to get into a fight. He might be a self-absorbed angry midget, but he was a self-aware self-absorbed angry midget. He still hadn't completely healed from the last fight. He noticed Grim scowling at him and rolling his eyes. "Grim! I haven't seem you since you broke my nose last. What was that? Last month sometime? I know I insulted your parentage but man, you just don't get Augmented 9th's. Anyway, that's my way of saying I kind of deserved it. Fair warning though next time I will bring a knife" "Swimim let’s try the Green Potato" "Master Clement a jar of your finest brown and some salt if you will. Don't mind if I eat these here do you?" Elo asked pulling out his box of chicken feet. "I promise to drink what I would otherwise have spent on food. Swimim what can I get you? First rounds on me. Chicken foot?"

Lets all define evil? Now how about be we get Nalan (who has spent some time, presumably deep in conversation with Nightblood) to define it. Now lets give Nightblood to someone with the same moral set as Nalan. Lets watch the world burn.

Welcome, I picked up WOK at the airport myself. Got suckered into the site by the Shardhunt and have developed a minor (serious) addiction.

Welcome to the 17th. Drink long and deep of the Kool aid.

Wark sighed. Balder's, 'ome boy. Baldrick nuzzled Joes hand. He'd been kind to him and left Blackwater. Never to be seen again.

Elo check himself out in the mirror. The cuts were starting to heal and the brusing had set in. Overall he was quite pleased with the look. I should wander over to Fron and see if he has some colours to dye my skin. That would be bad as man. The mottled purple texture would be set off if he could get his hand on some orange. Or he could go fully white. THAT would make the blue of his lute pop. Yeah! That reminded him, he needed to see Vard. He limped off towards the smithy. Maxim, one of Gryff cronies had stabbed him in the leg. That was alright Elo could still walk, Maxim wouldn't be using that arm for a while. He'd been lucky that Jesry had attacked Elo when he did. Elo had been aiming for the kidneys. "Vard my brother to another mother! How's it hanging? Left or Right. Am I right? Of course I'm right I always am. Ohhh! is that my capo that I ordered? Sweet" Elo attached the capo and started playing an Old Pahn Kahl dirge double time. Once he had got through the head a couple of times, he started improvising. "Vard my man excellent work as always. I gotta bounce, if you can't be good man, don't get caught. I gotta cathc up with Swimim, he was going to lay down some serious verse on me man. Thinking we should find a gig together. Bring Beat Poetry back to Nalthis.". Elo, flicked a couple of coins Vards way. Then a few more. He paid extra, Vards work was worth it. Elo coaught up to Swimim. Elo laid down some riffs to Swimim's verse. It sounded good to Elo's. But everythin Elo did sounded good to Elo. "Time for some luch man, can I buy it for you?" Before Swimim could answer Elo was out the door and on his way to the Red Salmon.

Sooth 'em af ahl emo'shuns bu' tha gurls. 'E nose tha whey.

Joe, Sooth tha dog of ahl emo'shuns bu' ret'urn'in' 'ome. He know's tha way. Well played.

3108. I'll stop now

Elo raised his left fist in air in the universal sign of Rock. He had just finished his rendition of Lardio's arpeggio in Phygrian D. There was thunderous applause. "Thank you, I'll be here all week, try the veal!" "Get off the stage you mutated midget". Came a voice in the crowd. "Who said that, WHO SAID THAT. When I find you I going to wish your grandfather was a eunuch, or at least from Pahn Kahl. I'll beat so bloody that your friends will have to pour you out of the wheelbarrow that they get you home in. Your cat or dog will finish you off by licking you to death and your wife will thank me because she won't have to see me behind your back any more." "My wife will never see you unless she looks down". "THAT'S IT" Elo roared. "I see you Gryff you lifeless animated squirrel". Elo grabbed the lute stand and jumped into the crowd and swung, connecting with Gryff's ribs. Gryff's friends piled on top of Elo. The melee spilled out onto the street. After some minutes, Elo black and blue stood victorious. He roared in triumph. Glandia, the owner handed him is lute. "Elo, you are the Best Bard in the slums but I can't lose any more clients. Gryff and his friends account for half of my weekly takings. I don't want to see you again". She handed Elo a pouch and turned away. Elo was disappointed. The Purple Potato had been a good gig. Glandia was fair, the barmaids actually let him talk to them and only slapped him when he really deserved it. Besides, the alliteration of Purple Potato appealed to his artistic tendencies. He would have to find a new gig. Once his face healed.

Count me in. Elo is a bard, a very short bard (4'11"), with a very large temper and the voice of an angel. He is mouse blond with a mullet down to the small of his back, a handle bar moustache to his shoulders and light grey eyes. He keeps chin shaved for the ladies (who find other reasons to spurn his advances) . He wears a matching brown leather vest with very very tight, very very short lederhosen, socks and sandals.. He has a powder blue 12-string flying v lute strapped to his back.

Oh, it'a ahl foine'an good sayin' sorrah now thaht Oi'm dehd! Sorrah won' bring moi bahck'ta loife ya no. At least'll gaht'a see me bouys. Oh wait, Oi reckognis'ye! What'yeh ahl doin' 'ere?

Well that's that then. I could be wrong about my many surmisings, in fact it is likely. I maintain that I tried to use reason as opposed to he's suspicious get him. I hope that you will think on the accusations I have cast. Make Raubber and Lents talk You have the medieval technology. Now without further ado. The Last Will and Testament of Wark: Ye ou;num'bah They. Think carefully on acc'use'a'tions thaht are cast, pun'ish soi'lance. Oi leve me 'ouse'ta Mabi 'an me ex'ten'sive butt'er'fly colluc;shun to Chidden. Joe, spoiked ur noht iffin yeh moight try'ta con'vince Baldrick to return to tha gurls, Oi'd appresh'i'at'it. Oi'm aff ta feed tha dog. Oi'll be bahck. Wood'nt wanh'ta be late fur me own 'angin' Wark goes and feeds Baldrick and cries into his coat for some minutes. "Waht litt'il 'appiness Oi've 'ad tha last fehw yars yiv giv'n moi. It's behn mahr than Oi deserve. Thank yeh." Wark ties Baldrick up. He cannot bear the thought of Baldrick witnessing his own death and makes his way to the Gallows singing. "Yer brutha bort me sil'va an' yeh sis'ta warmed meh soul, but now Oi'll laff o'so 'ard see yeh swing'in frum'tha gallows pole" Wark ascends the gallows, places the noose around his neck and waits. Edit: Oh and one last thing people. What possible purpose does soothing Mabi accomplish when Gamut can push the vote towards me? If I'm a spiked soother I can buy myself until dawn tops when one of the slightly more, shall we say aggressive roles can take me out? The Doctor, I trust the band knows Gallows Pole.

the scenarios at three a piece: 1) Mabi is spiked and I'm not. She'll be soothed and needs to be taken out next. - Unlikely as this would give her away. 2) I'm spiked and Mabi is not. I'll be soothed and need to be taken out next. - As above, I'd be daft to do this 3) Neither of us is spiked. One is soothed. Everyone piles on the other next vote. - Most likely if we are both villagers. I would argue restraint and robust debate if this happens. 4) Neither of us is spiked, no one is soothed. Either Mabi or myself is spiked and this continues until the votes are lopsided. - Most likely if one of us is spiked. If so, take me out first. It is the best defence I have to proclaim my innocence. Joe if you are a soother, (as you claim) and use your power, please indicate who you soothed and why. If you are a soother At 12 contestants and 1-2 spiked remaining the odds are on for a village win. The time has come for open and honest communication. This can be easily accomplished if Gamut has three people he trusts (and keeps talking). I suggest that they vote as a block. Mabi, I have cleaned up my hovel since I have stopped drinking and should I die today, it will mean you no longer have to put on the red light. Oh and if someone could look after the Dog I would appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me I have to work the fields. You might want to either convince Maw to start working again or Selvar to ferry in supplies (ask him to bring in kebabs one night from Persia they are good. Falafel is an option for the vegetarians amongst you). I seem to be the only one working at the moment. Edits Italicised

I have accused Joe, (who has accused me, on what I believe to be equally spurious grounds) of being a coinshot who killed two spiked in lynches not by coins. How have all the spiked died thus far? Admittedly, I have not considered a coinshot with shall we say bad aim? What better way for a bloodmaker to hide than by plain site by solo RP? Besides, apart from actually postulating (and posting) a self consistent alternative to me being spiked. Your argument seems to be: I don't trust him, he is fishy. Which is as illogical as Meta's: I'm stoned, my hallucinations say it's him.

So to summarise the "evidence" against me. 1) Dane thinks I am spiked because of the three voters on Day three (Maw, Mabi and myself) one was spiked. A fair assumption but not a given. Following this train of thought through he concluded that the spiked must be me because: Maw voted for Asp early (fair enough) and that Asp voted for Mabi on day 1. I present the following counter argument against Mabi. We villagers got lucky with Erendi on day one. Clan and Asp voted Mabi as Mabi is spiked soother. Knowing that the chances of a one (1) vote kill in round one were extremely unlikely. Consequently it is a safe way to protect Mabi by shifting the blame going into later rounds. Given the choice between an emotional allomancer and a spiked villager, the villager took the hit for the team. It is unlikely that Asp used his mistborn soothe power as Mabi was soothed on Day two. Assuming this is what happened, this means that there are two spiked left, (a coinshot too) 2) Joe, your first point (First Day Seven Post) about reading Chid's mind being a trait of Preservation not Ruin is hardly awe inspiringly solid. Your second point (2nd post, first sentence) re: Mabi I have addressed above. Your third point. I voted Asp way before you (and before he came out of the iron maiden (spiked closet). You voted for him after and argued against lynching him before he did. You voted Clan before me true, but Gamut had openly judged him spiked. I name you spiked coinshot. 3) Mr. Bloodmaker Meta. If you reasoning amounts to "he is guilty because I'm high" so be it. Wark had been up most of the night preparing dip and fried chickens feet. When he left his house around 10am he found a second piece of paper in the centre of town. "An'otha invoite" He gasped. "An' Oi'm tha gast of honur! along with Joe'n'Mabi" His expression darkened "Oi donh' truss Mabi. Bet she furgets'ta bring the vege'ta'bill sticks fur'tha dip"

Mailliw, My two cents. One of the things that works well with these games is everyone looks the same and hides their oles (or lack thereof). Voidbringers will stick out like dogs proverbials. They have no means of protection and have to kill a nominal 25 players (in the right order) to win - they've got no chance. Maybe make Dullform a two strike kill and/or have their task to knock off the KR and Skybreakers? Similarly, maybe have the civillians goal to take out the Skybreakers and Voidbringers.