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  1. Metacognition
    Write up for this turn is up! As it says, a very big thank you to Elbereth for the help with this one. I'm working on tonight's as we speak. It might be a little behind, but I'll be back on track now! Thanks for working with me guys.
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    Night 6: Ghostbusters *Note: Special thanks to Elbereth with this one! I started it, but didn't have time to finish it and the night write up, so she helped finish it for me. I think it turned out pretty well in that right! There was something strange going on in Hellscythe’s little neighborhood. Yes, it was definitely something weird and it didn’t look very good to him at all. The fact that his body still hadn’t healed the wound in his shoulder was proof of that. You’d think that any violence inflicted towards a ghost would just pass right on through, but that hadn’t been the case this time. The Spiked were obviously very dangerous indeed if they were capable of stabbing an ethereal being such as himself. He found himself as vulnerable as the rest of the fleshy humans in town and he didn’t like it. He hadn’t felt like this in years. Not since before he became a ghost. It had been a slow process, unlike those people who became ghosts via murder. It had started with him realizing that he could create a spectral cloud around him. It seemed to make him less visible, wispy in a way, to certain allomancers. In exchange, it dulled his human emotions. Hellscythe didn’t mind the trade off. Later on, he learned that, evidently, ghosts can get energy out of certain metals, copper specifically and soon enough, he was capable of using his spectral cloud all the time. It was around him now, of course. It always was anymore. He wandered through the streets, occasionally saying “OooOooOoo” as spookily as he could manage. It was his job, after all. A window banged open. Did I do that? Maybe the rest of my ghostly powers are finally coming! But when he looked up at the window, it was only Maill, the cobbler. “I want to get some sleep!” he shouted irritably. “Just shut up already, will you?” “I bear the chains I forged in life!” shouted Hellscythe. He didn’t know exactly what that meant, but it sounded suitably ghostlike. Another head poked out a window on the same building. “I’m trying to write,” yelled Edrab Leah. “Will you two SHUT UP? This is the third night in a week that you’ve interrupted me, Hellscythe. Are you trying to make me murder you?” Lu emerged from another building. “What’s going on?” she asked inquisitively, before she saw Hellscythe. Without another word, she walked back into her house and firmly closed the door. With nothing else to say, Hellscythe went back to his “OooOooOoo”s. More and more voices emerged from the darkness, all up and down the street. Hellscythe didn’t mind. Ghosts weren’t supposed to cause happiness, after all. And what could they do, anyway? Kill him again? He chuckled at the idea. Then there was an unexpected pain in his neck. He touched it to feel-- A pen? It was a pen, one of Edrab’s. A sharpened pen had sent him to a second death. How embarassing. Well, at least I have finally completed the final stage. Hellscythe thought as he rose into the air, leaving the remains of his body behind. He pulled out a little book called “A Handbook for the Recently Deceased.” He checked off the last box in the list provided and started reading. Night 6 begins! You have 24 hours until the end of the turn. Hellscythe was a Village Smoker! Current Player List Votes Hellscythe (2): Edrab, Lu Jain (1): Maill Herwynbe (1): Wyrm Maill (1): Unknown No Votes (15): Herwynbe, Locke, Bartholomew, Clara, Riew, Hellscythe, Exisa, Kilven, Inor, Citona, Vron, Jain, Slart, Kane, El
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    I've been incredibly busy today guys, so I haven't had time to do much of anything here yet. As such, the Day has ended and I'll get the pertinent details up ASAP. Then I'll try to get the write up done a little later on. Sorry. Please bear with me!
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    Day 5: Glitched Initializing Perception/Awareness Modules……………...Complete. Initializing Core Memory Processes………………………Complete. Initializing Mobility Extensions…………………………….Complete. Initializing Secondary Memory Processes……………….Complete. System Start Up Successful. Model 867-5309, also known as STINK (Strategic Tineye Intelligence of Nominal Knowledge) tossed Its head, throwing Its mane about and let out a small whinney. STINK knew that It wasn’t really a Tineye, that It just had the components to mimic the abilities of one, just as It knew It wasn’t supposed to be in the form of a horse. And yet this was how It had wound up. Something must have been damaged during the trip that brought It here and now It was stuck with the form. STINK supposed it wasn’t all bad. It was brushed by a fairly clumsy stableboy and fed carrots and apples. STINK liked carrots, even if It didn’t know why. STINK opened Its stall with ease. The stalls were meant to keep regular horses in, not super advanced A.I.s. STINK had specific objectives programmed into It: To seek and observe. To collect data and samples of the world before. And above all, to keep Its identity a secret. Those tasks became much more difficult in this form, but it wasn’t impossible. STINK already had samples of multiple types of grass and oats for example. Beyond that, It knew that the events occurring here in Tyrian Falls would be of great interest to those in the future once they called him back. As such, It needed to be out and about, so that It could gather as much information as possible. It made Its way out into the night; scanning the surroundings with all of Its senses, from infrared to ultraviolet. Most of the town was quiet. The villagers all asleep. But there would be those that were out tonight. STINK started to near the edge of the village when It picked up a group of people with Its heat vision. They were huddled by the corner of one of the buildings. STINK made its way towards the corner, hoping to listen in. “....with the Apothecary finally gone as well, they’ll have no built up supplies. They’re already dead now. All we have to do is make sure that they can’t replace what has been destroyed and Ruin will have his massacre.” The Spiked were here and they were plotting on how to destroy Tyrian Falls. This would be exactly the kind of information that It was sent back to retrieve! STINK tried to make Its way closer to the group; so that he could identify them for historical record. Unfortunately, a horse’s body is not made for stealth and they all tensed and turned when they heard STINK clop up. “Oh,” said one of them, sounding slightly relieved. “It’s just that sneaky horse. He wouldn’t tell on us, now would you, fella?” STINK’s caution sensors glitched and before It could stop Itself, STINK shook Its head and said, “Nope.” The Spiked almost turned away when, as a group, they realized what had just happened. “Did… Did you just talk?” Another glitch. “Ummm…. No?” In the morning, Tyrian Falls awoke to a center square filled odd pieces of metal and machinery. Along with the scattering of mechanical maleficence, everyone awoke to a note on their kitchen table. If they didn’t have a kitchen table, they found it in the second most likely place they’d wind up having to see it- in their shoes. It read: 'Dinner and a show! Watch The Amazing Wyrm saw his daring assistant Citona in half! Feast upon fowl, game and bread as he conjures animals from inside his hat! Be astonished as he predicts a card from a deck, chosen by someone in this very audience! And now, the deal of the century! One ticket for the price of two! The Amazing Wyrm, doors close at 6!' Day 5 has begun! You have 48 hours until the end of the turn. STINK was a Village Tineye! Current Player List
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    Night 5: Speak No Evil No walls. No weapons. No healing. Tyrian Falls was in dire straights if they were going to be able to do anything to fend off the Koloss that kept marching steadily towards them. It didn’t help that more and more people were staying away from the meeting hall as the days continued. The place was starting to look like a curse to many of the villagers. If you went, there was a chance that you’d wind up dead. “Perhaps a change of venue?” Wyrm suggested. “Someplace where everyone could all gather to talk and discuss, but also a place where they can get some much needed entertainment. Somewhere that isn’t too expensive either. We wouldn’t want everyone going broke over it. If only we could think of such a place!” Citona seemed to back him up. “You know, it’s not really that bad of an idea. We do need to get more people talking and discussing if we’re going to figure out a way to protect ourselves from the Koloss. Maybe an incentive would help?” “There, it’s settled then! Come! I’ll dazzle everyone with magic and the people will flock to us!” “This is neither the time nor the place for your tomfoolery, Wyrm,” Edrab said as he made another notation in his book. “What we ne-” “The Amazing Wyrm, thank you very much,” Wyrm corrected him. “The amazing Wyrm, then. We need to find the Spiked still here before we can start any serious reconstruction. The Spiked will delay anything constructive we try until then.” Despite the sidetrack, they quickly got back on track; coming up with plans to find the Spike when they heard a scuffling sound outside one of the windows. It was a quiet sound, as if the person was trying to not be noticed. They all glanced at each other and had their fears confirmed; the Spiked must have been spying on their meeting! They formed a plan. They left Wyrm and Citona inside to talk about their plans to get everyone to come to his show while the rest of them went out the backdoor to ambush the Spiked. As they snuck around the building, they saw a figure huddled under one of the eaves near one window. The day and thus the shadows were getting long, so they could only make out the shape. At a signal from Vron, they fell upon the figure. They attacked him with whatever weapons they could find; a hammer, a plank of wood, a pitchfork, and whatever else. The figure fell to the ground and curled up in a ball. The figure never said a word as they beat on him. It wasn’t until the hysteria left their bloodstreams that they realized why. It was only Alexander, the mute beggar. Night 5 begins! You have 24 hours to get your orders in. Alexander was a Regular Villager! Current Player List Votes Alexander (4): Maill, Edrab, Vron, Citona STINK (2): STINK, Hellscythe Unknown (1): Lu Herwynbe (1): Wyrm No Votes (14): Herwynbe, Locke, Bartholomew, Clara, Alexander, Unknown, Riew, Exisa, Kilven, Inor, Jain, Slart, Kane, El
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    Sart, FYI, that is an incorrect use pf blue text, as that is all game related. Im on mobile right now or else I'd give you the link to the clarification of blue text from earlier this game even.
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    Day 4: Legacies El ran as fast as she could, but as the sunlight started to fade, she could see another light flaring up ahead of her. She pushed herself to run even faster, denying what she already knew to be true. She reached the Apothecary just as the first villagers were doing so as well. She slid to halt before falling to her knees. The Apothecary was alight with flames and while she didn’t absolutely know, the likelihood that Kassien had still been in there before the first started was all too likely. “Kassien. No,” she whispered as a tear leaked down her cheek. *30 minutes prior* Kassien had elected to stay away from the town meeting. He’d sent El along ahead as his stand-in. After their initial burst of luck at finding Lippen and with the addition of every innocent death afterwards, Kassien found it harder and harder to try to blame someone new of being one of the Spiked. Instead, he figured he’d make himself useful by doing what he did best; staying out of the way and mixing the herbs and salves. The door chimed as someone entered. Kassiens back was turned to the door, so he just called out, “Be with you in just a second. You know how these things go. If I don’t get the mixture right at the right time, then it’s likely it won’t work at all!” “We’re not here for your tonics,” said someone. They had a slightly menacing tone about it. “Well, in a way, we are, but not in the way that you are thinking. Kassien felt a shiver run up his spine. To his credit, he merely stopped what he was doing and turned around to face a group of people standing in his shop. He looked each of them in the eyes and what he saw there confirmed his suspicions. Their eyes were cold and uncaring. “Ah,” was all he said. El watched as the villagers started running about, gathering pails and barrels of water to try to help put out the fire. She felt so hopeless at the moment. Everything she had ever known had just been taken from her in one fell swoop. The Apothecary gone; Kassien gone. She was nothing now. Not nothing, a thought broke through her self loathing. It was Kassien’s voice. You still have everything you’ve learned, everything you’ve studied. Save them, El. You have so save them from themselves. El felt a sense of resolve growing inside of her. Whether that voice was her consciousness or if it was Kassien’s ghost, it was right. She wasn’t helpless and she wasn’t done. She stood just as the first villagers started coming back to help fight the fire. She stood in their way. “Ah” “We’ve been waiting for this, you know. It’s your fault that Lippen was found out and now we get to revenge our fallen comrade. So do you have any last words?” Kassien swallowed a lump in his throat. “A few actually. If you’ll bear with me, I’d like to go over the entire list of ingredients I have here in the shop, and all of their properties, and the different ways that I can mix them, and what they can be used for. You see, even though you’re murderers and terrorists, I’d rather all of my knowledge does go to waste. So, to begin we have Arstinct. It’s a fairly well know weed grown in the more sourthern regions of the Empire. It’s distinct by its deep brown colo-” “You’re rambling to try to buy yourself time. It won’t work. Good bye, Kassien.” Kassien took a step back. “Wait! Fine. Just…. Just please make sure that El gets the Apothecary after I’m gone, okay? She’s smart. She’s already learned basically everything I could ever teach her. She’ll figure out the rest from here. Can- can you do that much for me? That’s all I ask.” The Spiked in front of him drew a spike from within the folds of their clothes. They shrugged. “We’ll see,” they said as they plunged the spike through Kassien’s throat. “She can have what’s left of it….” “What are you doing?!? Get out of the way!” El stood her ground, her arms out to either side. “I can’t let you go any closer. If you do, you might die.” She said it so calmly and assuredly, that a few of the villagers stepped a few more feet back. “We don’t know what ingredients are being burnt right now and in what combinations. Just breathing in the smoke could be enough to kill you. I’m sorry. I can’t let you throw your lives away. Kassien wouldn’t want me to let you throw your lives away. We” -Her breath caught in her throat- “just need to let it burn.” By the time the smoke cleared and the Apothecary was no more, there were two new messages hanging from the Canton’s doors. One read: These are not the Spiked you're looking for... Wannabe-Jedi out there performing mind tricks on us... Stop it. It's just wasting time now. Seriously, if we've got two Soothers battling it out over these two, why don't we just leave them to the side for now and come back to them later? They're not going anywhere, unless they get killed, in which case we no longer need to tryr and lynch them anyway. We have plenty of other people to look at, so let's not tunnel in on them to the exclusion of all others. Could even Coinshot these two to solve this issue.' And the other: Soothers stop Soothing. Hellscythe can be lynched. STINK can't go to sleep. I'm too tired to encrypt stuff. Why did I even do it in the first place? For those wondering, Mesa would've been the password. Wonder what Mesa could mean? Someone knows. Someone other than me, that is. This is why I shouldn't write these at 2 in the morning. Or should I? We should kill Wyrm. Day 4 begins! You have 48 hours until the end of the turn! Kassien was a Village Smoker! Current Player List
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    Night 4: Sloth It seemed that Gidomara’s death let something loose on the village, as everyone else became lethargic and slow. Either that, or the fires from the other day had taken their toll on them and they had lost hope. The result was the same. Not many people showed up the next day to the Canton building. “Over half the village isn’t here! What are we supposed to do?” Maill asked. He shuffled back and forth in agitation. “How do we find out who is plotting against us when no one even bothers to show up?” El spoke up, a bit timidly, “I suppose we could try to find out why they’re not here?” Maill eyed her with a paranoid look. “Like, for example, why Kassien decided that he couldn’t show up this time? What says that Kassien isn’t trying to stay away from this meeting to keep from being found out?” El stood a little straighter with the accusation. “How dare you? Kassien is hard at work, trying to prepare salves and elixirs to help within the coming fight and you think he’s one of these Spiked? Do you have no decency?” For his part, Maill slumped his shoulders. “No, you’re right. I’m being unfair. It’s just- with so many people gone, I don’t know how we’re supposed to find these Spiked! What, do we just go around, knocking on doors and asking them?” “I do not envy you, the living,” Hellscythe said as he hid in the shadows along one wall. “The stress of survival seems to weigh on your every decision.” Both Maill and El cast a glare in his direction. Before they could start back up, the whole world seemed to shake around them. Dust from the rafters cascaded down, looking like the lightly falling snow that was coming down outside in the afternoon light. As if they were all one, the few that had decided to show up dashed for the doors. It didn’t take long to pinpoint the source of the explosion. Kilven’s forge and all of the armaments he had been making for the siege had been blown sky high. Now, Tyrian Falls was without a palisade, without weapons; what was next? Like a shot from an arrow, El leaped down the steps and practically flew towards the apothecary. “Kassien!” She yelled as she ran. Gee, thanks guys. I always love it when last minute votes come in! Night 4 begins and you have 24 hours to get any orders in. No one was Lynched! Again! Votes: Hellscythe (2): El, Maill Maill (2): Alexander, Hellscythe No Vote (19): Edrab, STINK, Herwynbe, Locke, Kassien, Bartholomew, Wyrm, Clara, Unknown, Riew, Exisa, Kilven, Inor, Citona, Vron, Jain, Slart, Kane, Lu Current Player List *SPECIAL NOTE* Kipper came to me just after the game started and asked to be a pinch hitter. Normally I don’t allow such things, but I told him that he could if the situation came up. As such, he’ll be replacing Citona Vinid (Shallan) as the Bellringer for this game. Both players have been informed and things will continue from here. Welcome Kip!
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    Day 3: Delayed Reaction Many of the villagers stayed, watching the palisade burn until the last of the flames were fading and the sun was going down; almost as if they hoped that it was just some practical joke or a magic trick and if they just waited long enough, everything would return to the way it was. One by one, they realized that it wasn’t going to happen and they made their way back to their homes and to their beds. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day. Gidomara hadn’t even made it to the meeting in the first place, so he was already tucked away in his house. That’s how good of a procrastinator he was. The way he figured it, most everything worked itself out in the end, so it really didn’t matter if he did anything or not. It made for a very lazy existence, but an extremely relaxed one as well. The townsfolk had, at one point in time or another, tried to urge him to be a contributing member of the village, but all their attempts had failed. They tried to setting him up with Kilven, the blacksmith, to see if he could learn a trade. The metal cooled before he had taken more than a couple of swings. They tried putting in charge of a soup kitchen… until even the beggars started complaining about empty stomachs. They tried making him a trash collector. That stopped when the stench grew unbearable. Finally, they thought, they had found something that even Gidomara’s procrastination couldn’t mess up; sweeping. They put him in charge of keeping the roads cleared of ash and snow. Again, the same result. The roads were nigh impassable without the use of a sleigh this year. It wasn’t as if Gidomara wasn’t without ambition though. When he had heard about the Spiked in town, he had planned to fortify his home and set up traps; in his home and also around town. He had quite a brilliant mind after all. The problem was getting the ideas out of his head and into application. It was just that when it came time to actually put forth the effort, the amount of work and time just became daunting and by the time he actually got up the gumption to do it, the problem had passed and it didn’t need doing anymore. That’s how he found himself in his home, sitting at his dinner table, without any fortifications to keep the Spiked at bay and no traps set to capture them… and some of them were standing right in front of him. His mind was a whirl of activity. He planned out scenario after scenario in his head. If he kicked the table towards them, threw them off balance, he could use the momentum of the kick to push himself backwards- towards the fireplace. From there, he could grab the shovel for cleaning out the ashes and use it to scatter some of the burning embers between him and the Spiked. From there, it was a simple sidestep into his bedroom, where he could use the chamber pot and the sheets from his bed to break the window and escape out of it without the fear of being cut by the glass. If there was one of them patrolling outside of his home, he could use the white sheet as camouflage, to blend in with the shadows and the snow. Once he was free, he’d be able to rouse Slart and they could track them through the snow, as the night was clear and their tracks would be apparent. He’d be able to capture them all in one fell swoop and the crowd would cheer and- Gidomara slumped forward as they slit his throat. All of his plans slipped away just as consciousness did. In the end, he was right about one thing, situations did tend to work themselves out in the end… “Well that was easier than I thought it would be,” said one of the Spiked as they cleaned off their blade. “My signs! My beautiful signs!” Wyrm was in an uproar as everyone began waking for their day. He shouted and cursed and lamented and prayed and ranted. Then, when he’d done all of that, he did it all over again. Eventually, people started leaving their homes to find out what was the matter. There were no notes posted on the doors of the Canton of Finances. Instead, two of the huge posters attached to Wyrm’s caravan were covered in graffiti. One read: A Misting came up to me and said I'd like to change your mind By hitting it with a Sooth," he said, "Though I am not a Spiked." We laughed at his little joke and then I happily walked away and hit my head on the wall of the village where the two of us live today. The Amazing Wyrm was a Spiked Tineye! ...Did I get your hopes up? Sorry, but if you hope to see that in a writeup, get used to disappointment. The other: Hi Wyrm. Nothing to say here really. I just had some DIY noodles and a spice bag, it was very nice. I will continue to say that Hellscythe is evil, and that those who closely defend him might be evil, especially if they are new and don't know better. The Trusted Trinity is no more. Please welcome the FIRST ORDER. You will all come to respect the cookie. I'm writing this because I have to, otherwise I may disappoint some people, that are: Me or Mistborn Evil people or Evan Steve or Sally Adavantos or Amy. Can you find the password? Message it to Wyrm, and if you get it right then you get a warm feeling of satisfaction! But does Wyrm know me? Do you know me? Do I know me? I don't think I do. This space filling thing is great. ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. What could it mean? I am so Cryptic, like a Crypt. I'm gonna encrypt again next cycle, and the password will be in here, if I don't die. Also, Coolio. Too many hints! “My livelihood is crushed! Ruined, I’d even say!” Wyrm continued to rant until he felt that he had drawn in enough people. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to find my way in this cruel world somehow. Since everyone is already here, how about a show? Eh? Only two clips to see The Amazing Wyrm! Be astounded as he performs feats that would make even the sturdiest Inquisitor faint! Only two clips each! Step right up and experience the best magic show in all of Scadrial!” Day 3 begins! You have 48 hours until the end of the turn. Gidomara was a Village Smoker! Current Player List
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    Night 3: In the Fires Dying Light Once word had arrived of Aralis’s demise, the village fell silent. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, but the one that kept getting repeated over and over in their heads was just that this wasn’t over. Some had harbored hope that Lippen had been lying when she implied that there were others beyond herself. While it took them a little while to get started, once they did start to pick up steam, they picked up rage as well. By noon, the room had turned into a mess of yelling and screaming and pointing of fingers. It got so warm by all the heated emotions that someone had to crack the door open to let in some of the winter’s chill. It was because of the open door and a pause in one of the arguments that they heard it. The sound of timber popping and cracking. They all ran outside, all thoughts of their arguments forgotten as they saw the entire village wreathed in flames. “Is it the Koloss already?” Someone asked. “No. we would have seen them coming. Plus, I heard that they tend to have to work themselves up into a frenzy before they attack.” “Then what’s going on?” A light went on inside Slart’s head and he stood up straight in horror. “The palisade….” He whispered. He was right. The wall that they had been building to help protect them from the Koloss was going up in flames and had been for some time. If they hadn’t been arguing so loudly before, they might have been able to catch it in time, but by now the entire wall was being consumed. All they could do is watch as a small part of their hope of surviving died along with the fires. Sorry for the shorter write up. I had the other one almost done, so I only had about 10-15 minutes to come up with something else! Night 3 begins and you have roughly 24 hours to get any orders in. No One was Lynched! Current Player List Votes STINK (4): Edrab, Unknown, Kilven, Hellscythe Hellscythe (4): Herwynbe, Wyrm, Clara, Slart Gidomara (2): Gidomara, Vron Edrab (1): Alexander No Votes (14): Maill, STINK, Locke, Kassien, Bort, Wyrm, Riew, Exisa, Inor, Citona, Jain, Kane, El, Lu
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    Please stop counting me as voting for Ada, Hellscythe. I did that here because he's not the only one I was talking to, not because I wanted to go after him publicly. His was just an example of an ongoing trend that we Mods noticed and thus why it was addressed publicly rather than just going to him in a PM. I don't have anything against him so I don't like your implication there. I know you're doing it in jest, but I have and will continue to be as impartial of a GM as possible and I bear no ill will towards any of our players. Thanks.
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    I was going to send you a PM on this rather than state it here, but I think this is a good time to remind everyone of this. First of all, everyone plays these games a little differently. There is no right or wrong way to play these games. So no one has the right to say that the way that someone plays is wrong or to ask them to play in any way other than how they want to play. That's part of being respectful of other people. Please don't try to get people to conform to only a specific play style. Part of what makes the games so much fun is the fact that we have all different kinds of people here. If everyone played the same way, then it wouldn't be any fun Which brings me to the other thing, and it's probably the more important in my opinion, is that these games are supposed to be fun! If you're not having fun with these games, then it might be time to take a break because it's at times like that that things get said and feelings get hurt. People should be having fun, making jokes, RPing, just basically doing things that they enjoy! If you enjoy the more analytical things in the game, then you should be focusing on that! But not at the expense of other people's fun. Isn't this and the above (joking around like this) kind of hypocritical? You honestly couldn't think that you'd get a serious answer one way or another with this, right? I'm not meaning to attack you here, Ada. This is meant for everyone. You just happen to have a perfect example of what I'm talking about readily available, so thanks? in a way?
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    Day 2: As Solid As A Dream I suggest reading this first. Aralis sat on his front porch in his favorite chair as the remnant rays of light from the sun slowly gave way to the coming night. He didn’t fear the mists anymore. When you lived as long as he had, they were more like a constant companion than a force to be afraid of. Besides, he had never believe in those fanciful stories people told about Mistwraiths. Just a lot of mumbo jumbo if you asked him and so he liked to sit out here on his porch and greet the mists as they seemed to pour out of the ground. He sat there rocking in silent contentment for awhile, just feeling the cool caress of the mists after the heat of the day. Those youngins might fret about riches or relationships, but Aralis knew that it was the simple things in life that really mattered. He didn’t hear the figure approach from behind him, but he knew them to be there. “The Koloss are coming,” said the voice…. Aralis woke up with a start. “It was only a dream,” he told himself as his heart rate steadily decreased. He was still on his porch and still in his favorite chair. He wasn’t even outside. Instead, he was staring out at the cold, winter night through the windows of his home. Beyond that, today had been a good day; one in which they had caught a murderer amongst them. He didn’t put much stock in the whole crazy notion of Mrs. Lippen being something as ludicrous as one of them Spiked that every believed in these days, but he’d heard her confess from her own two lips and that still meant that she was a killer that needed to be dealt with. The fire had started to burn down and a chill was starting to touch the air inside his home. The cold tended to make his joints ache. With the help of his trusty cane, he grunted a bit as he hauled himself to his feet and made his way to the fire place. He’d had the same cane for as long as he could remember needing one and he was just a little proud of it. It was made of one solid piece and had never warped or cracked in over 20 years time. It wasn’t like he had been soft on it either. The amount of bumpings and beatings he’d used the cane to dish out over the years was staggering. The fact that it still held up was a testament to hardy craftsmanship. When he reached the fire place, he grabbed the poker and started stirring the logs around. It didn’t take long at all before flames again began to flicker across their surface and spilling warmth throughout the cottage. “The Koloss are coming,” someone behind him, on the other side of the room, said in a raspy voice. Aralis froze. Even with the fire right in front of him, he felt like he’d been doused in ice water. He clenched his eyes shut, his grip on the poker in one hand and the cane in the other tightened. “There’s no such thing as Koloss,” he whispered, only half believing it himself. How did this person seem to know about his dream? He heard footstep as the person slowly walked across the floor. “There are too such a thing as Koloss.” They said it slowly, drawing it out. It was the next phrase he’d heard in his dream except now it just sounded menacing where before, it almost sounded childish. This couldn’t be happening! How? Aralis forced himself to let out a shuttering breath. He knew how this ended. That didn’t mean that he’d just give up. He looked down at both the poker and the cane in his hands; deciding which one he’d use against the sword that he somehow knew the stranger was carrying. At the end of the day, he trusted the cane more than the poker, even knowing that the poker was made of metal. The footsteps were getting really close now. “Nope!” Aralis hollered as he dropped the poker and spun around swinging. The cane swished through the air in a downward swing towards the stranger’s head, just as he had done a hundred times to some pesky, bratty children. Except this time, he put forth all the strength he could muster. The stranger brought the sword up to block and cane and sword clashed together. Amazingly, the cane still held and Aralis couldn’t help but have a slight swelling of pride towards it. 20 years and it still had never let him down. That was until the stranger kicked him in the stomach. It knocked the air out of him and threw him into the fireplace. The stranger stood there waiting until the screams stopped. “Yeah-huh.” They said, as they turned and disappeared into the night. After such success yesterday, the Villagers went again to the Canton of Finances building for their meeting. When they arrived, they found two notes tacked to the doors, one for each door. The left side one read: My name is Unknown. Is that a hint? Surely he wouldn't reveal like that The truth comes out. Basically who knows? Only he knows. Right or wrong Never neutral Before you ask, yes,no,maybe. It's possible to make up PMs with someone to prove that you weren't talking in a doc. AKA HS is evil. Am I dead? And the right one read: 'n75yMIwhaqjqnw+awmIl0tz/ym4d9eTlYD928WZzz+ef+nVG9GPI8O4jlPHAITNfvnteeXs6jrBT fycodGUOsM7l/gYVvRk7pLITbjVR39gxIXfnyihr+zka9rV3dhpndOaYKKW2JEiIXZa+Dd9lwhXT MhrP8AcfpW5MD2b5yawXA5pzodIbOdYgYOTCvZNkrYNp+79kaT8Ho7PC2RJqxI6ByLlXnBeFU2nj Q6yV0FXpcqe+6HbiklYwAmnffuZ3A6lfVX/+it5wFt9PblFbSrFUKkZpPGywBz2cQIvMZDDcx6SM SQp7gwguI0lzy7BWjC5oqICWqm1CQBYcUPKmP10BmjImw8JaDQwofw4ojPw4VQ8L+GO9UI6g0nSI 4PVZ/oH06COUh05DkIV6GylWj0v7dGuVmQfdB/enAYi7G94nU+MBiqS5qj4+CgKIA/dgxJESXKeS 7SOvaDMRINDqFPemcUbEO/Damqt05Wfd4P2EoncX9kuAyk9s3OiChZiyCiR+NiX7vgZEBa8xDxv9 5k9mahWZ0zZHOJByNOwfq/Mw6JlD9MJ5ZteMdtBznUnmHGpR2Rsxok52Qec0JkZjn7oHv5dCIcXG eaVw32Zd8sXjadJoSwmO61mhJn3NfPjyuTuEbwzbASbQVNVTS+VrHqXWUT8MHoVwlw8XVXQ9U5Ld ZdH45LNafJfTkcjtMtvksuW7m42wXH7ZGG1YbJGdzX1PQ9pRIjC6Tdl+uzSz8txw/0hDkC/E2yA8 9Y1HphUXT6yOxo/ZqNRJvR13F+Qmo+VE5e5gf9vpmkFm1QF0M/k79uBmsBAX2LQiAWnLDhWhhHkd QJ9n8Etstu0Y96eBTknUaBIr7Mrfwuny2pQMsZAsMLy6YxLxA0HJ9kltXk/kxECgIIkmq4rc8CGI trwF49uVDrtweoixIKSusSMFIkvdLrlg7gAIG1qwMwIOmcSbbm3ACT7VqwiJ3mlpVq5WSDaxniJY ocGyE2cMdq4gBjTOGKmORGnpQ3tR3YaNaS7aDBJyWjkVEQXXj0Y+MyBipzoprqDttM2OPU/prHfE SXBvm0Vi1upADbmjyuFq1+2gqCuZJKW5lSxNItJn9hsoZwnwrKxwtan5KSLn7LlltXr+gcWigzMs 2l+x2KCZxuTGfpGpt8puFampHx124+1fH2l5fBQAXPz+sDPKijE15QWphExNA/cD+Q3Aw0RPalY6 wT+1U9bGJ6czpcjBejSnPsPxeRH+DdLyFQOIalutxfclZ8l8boewmgemUilQVw85b0hird44yPmY dEWVBS5zXmG3Gng7lOHZ60rq01V8l47Jy6Etl2WWGMk7n3jrETmOqGWGWYOuOBAaPoGnR/rsaR+s tJ11mD4v8llDgng6OAhoqbftLXdQ2gPdGtqweUyd30PH0jvExc8xGQlSHKOc3EfgynEpCsbYjlkU 0wm5dJBx8/gFZT7Fz5qrYT7PDOKedWuT9N6YBekJoyNGeFLEuWozc07P46kKzeD06XAe+hVspwom qQFczesk8H43zWElVVDtIc6jWriiMZLNliencz7nINZY5Q/qVC2pTG+P+0VlqnqbmMXUumdT42VC u2FcuzoI54MuFRPUntaFrGmTqEGLHOSYkwXkWBnhM6P0XF/CCJSFCtfObCPXWlCKPeavjI4dh0rR 9E3qDJaIvDRxx7hco0r4pFAH8e9kGDmzwrLnKGDzSK2Ot4Gd16LFtCcnOJ/Opc9igegAeC0FhdlV v8Zd7CkFQHtx5J1s8RooIYg2B/iH56fBIFRAUfT5tUsnQmDQUC4lv3TKxOBWmiH+2UTc0jPr9ZyX 7BfhMUWEY3syxx9Pw0yuY/98WQulu+e1HOCGqtkZRzAcJ3s2Yaz9GZb+85nbgBch3vuhegrfLaVe zUl0tVHgegCq8/IWgfe+6gPwg9T8AWFZOXZHVn2et8ChxkehVU7aA2UC8xGoLyrVi0MvO3LHmeDr nLRwvpxBRIlhQDz77XPunNej0l2i77x7d0wY71VtoqbFgHDfnxrYIvkV3B9Wft8jO1+yclgMpekW dZcBMaX4LKmsyvK2SNzR/Vh61YPHoPlOgBEqcRpLYXIC9fkY1V56E8TKyiMHPYbKeS5igAANiolw HXr6xD3lhMZ2Cu4yyPfywOIGXvCjfr5BSqmv7plXlbtYvBtNsTAfJfVLURSpBmeWxaeXe6i4uU8f AvrcNRAM2qpkd4zVFJ7H+rTcezx7sql3SSvhxFL/JDWHsOb6/1UNXwy73SmNTq3MAGJJTEqIQC1o 3aRGi7yDMgwFlyzjtSjMoJRbCKkRZ6JYqn6i9rz34CpzQuwpbnT7feRzJlgmVeQht+PhlOyU8UTm 2lkCVBjH8GdoByXdxYlYNJmSrdspJJWwWeNFKsSfKcvrto6g4eR1vbYzoAOdZ8dkcLA9ggxm/ixU oTUPq+99i0VB+caKPq/CAEMK9vuGF0yuv/b9wfPfT+tGUM8MPxmIrVD9B/c9kiCP+UiwDeWENxSt lztW6494gjLo151M3Z8t/88mFWvmRhB9erkBnmp6oUov+TYwHqVCdceW+Otj8N+2bUpaQeV73atd pW/C+7uCSk5Hc2s//82KeMQmEYRcYUr9QaSVSahXrNJfv8rMCTMCNJzxN89j8ecAx46UmfRoxuI9 Kx9i7S7pISUknsupLh+F33zPNYHb3AycnIseMVbJr7V2AvkjhvjnfyETX4rsjMDiHtK68u/4mPpA mxiRq4W7v74P3rfH2VWq7ORt6w+Np6vCdYuk1YA76iCy3SdVsoBDXiMz3jRM5JZb+rdT4R+fcz9K bPRPuEDvW8b6JJ1gn02g26rtdkI5hes8N3db2bgXvFy1MJJ9uGKR0N5UvYHBYHHx+pt0 Password's obvious'. Everyone had almost finished gathering when someone spoke up. “Hey, anyone seen Aralis?” “The old fool is probably sleeping in,” said someone else. “Well someone go wake him. Then we’ll get started.” Day 2 Begins! You have 48 hours until the end of the turn. Aralis Valerian was a Regular Villager! Current Player List Happy Hunting!
  14. Metacognition
    I will let everyone know in the write up that PMs are open to be used for that Cycle. Those were two different sources. If they had been the same source, I would not have separated them as distinctly as I did.
  15. Metacognition
    Did I miss a question? If so, sorry. A Rioter can change a vote to a No Vote. Their restriction, due to how powerful moving votes can be, is just that their target must have already voted at the end of the turn. I feel that this is just a different wording of a question already asked. If a Rioter uses their power on someone who is not voting, they are still trying to use their power. It's just that the power is negated. As such, the Rioter's vote is still sacrificed. A Rioter can change someone's vote to the same person they were already voting for. If their target were to change their vote, it would automatically get switched back to the person they were voting for before. If they do not change targets, then they voted for someone, had a pull of emotional allomancy put on them about it and are now just doubly sure of their vote is all. All other effects of the Rioter ability still apply.
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    Night 2: Unraveling Threads News traveled fast in a village the size of Tyrian Falls. It wasn’t even half past breakfast before almost everyone had heard about what had happened to Senn Conrad. Ominous messages written in the snow were one thing, but murder? It didn’t take long for people to start gathering together. Eventually, they all converged on the Canton of Finances’ old building. The Ministry had packed up and moved out when news of the Lord Ruler’s death reached them, but the building still stood and it was large enough to work as a makeshift meeting hall. Once everyone had arrived, it seemed that no one was really sure what they should be doing. They all just stood around; the only sounds were the shuffling of feet and the occasional cough. “So what are we supposed to do now?” Edrab finally asked. No one could place where the falsetto voice had come from when it spoke up. “We should all go see that magic show! I hear it’s pretty good and it’s only a couple clips! It sounds like just the kind of thing to help us forget our worries for a while.” There were a couple of groans and a lot of rolling of eyes at that. With a weary sigh, Kassien pulled himself to his feet. “You should all know, Senn stopped by my shop last night before he headed home. He said that he had a plan and he wanted my help with it. I- I don’t know why he came to me,” -a little lie, but the rest of the village didn’t need to know his past- “but I told him that I couldn’t help him. And then he left. I was probably the last person who to ever talk to him. Maybe if I had said yes, he’d still be alive right now? I... I don’t know. I just know that I feel absolutely horrible about it and you all deserve to know.” The silence after Kassien finished speaking was deafening. The only other sound being the steady clack of Lippen’s needles. “Or perhaps you killed him, eh, Kassien?” Lippen said. she didn’t even look up from her knitting. “Couldn’t do it with your herbs though, could you? No, that would be too obvious and then everyone would’ve turned on you. So a knife in the back, while messier, would leave you free to murder again, isn’t that right, Kassien?” With every word, Kassien flinched a little and pulled himself into a tinier, smaller ball. Hellscythe gave her a quizzical look. “But I’ve been talking to my fellow spirit, Mr. Conrad here” -he put his arm around empty air- “and he says that no one knew yet how he died….” The clacking of the needles stopped. Lippen put them and her hands in her lap. “Forgive me, Lord. Me and my big mouth.” The entire world seemed to pause for half a second and then, as if to make up for that time, everything erupted into chaos. Lippen drew both of her sewing needles and in the blink of an eye, one flew and embedded into Hellscythes shoulder; the other flew up and dug into a rafter behind her. Hellscythe stumbled, a hand going to his shoulder only to come back bloody. “How’d you strike a ghost?!?” He complained before collapsing in a faint. The rest of the crowd reached for Lippen, but she was already sailing through the air towards her other needle. She flew over the heads of the crowd until the needle finally pulled loose of the rafter. She spun in the air and grabbed it, moving far more gracefully than an elderly woman like her should have been able to do. She landed near the entrance in a slight crouch, the sewing needle in her outstretched hand. “This would be so much easier if you’d all just lay down and die already. Now I’ve got to do it myself!” She lunged forward and the crowd as a whole stepped back. It was a feint. She threw the needle to the side, catching Four in the leg with it before turning to sprint out the doors. She went to throw them open, but there was a loud crash outside and the left hand door rebounded back at her. It caught her off guard and she fell to the ground. On the other side of the door was Alexander, the mute beggar. He was rubbing his head where the door must have bounced off of him when Lippen tried to throw it open. It was all the break the Village needed and they surrounded Lippen and tied her up. “You murdered Senn,” Kassien said in a whisper. “I think I know exactly which herbs we’ll give you….” Night 2 begins! You have 24 hours to get your orders in. Lippen was a Spiked Lurcher! Current Player List Votes Lippen (2)- Alexander, Hellscythe Kassien (1)- Kassien Jain (1)- Kane Locke(1)- Maill Bartholomew (1)- Edrab Edrab (1)- Locke Gidomara (1)- Wyrm Herwynbe (1)- Gidomara No Votes(17): Herwynbe, Bartholomew, Clara, Unknown, Riew, Aralis, Exisa, Kilven, Inor, Citona, Vron, Jain, Slart, Lippen, El, Lu, STINK
  17. Metacognition
    And the Day is done! I'll have the Night up shortly.
  18. Metacognition
    14 Minutes. Check the countdown in the OP.
  19. Metacognition
    The Rioter still used their ability, it was just negated. As such, yes, their vote is taken as a No Vote. A Rioter cannot change a No Vote. The Rioter needs someone that has at least some form of emotional conviction to work from. Rioters and Soothers can target themselves.
  20. Metacognition
    You guys have only about 3 hours left! Also I figured I'd give you one Official Vote Tally, as I noticed some differences: Jain (2): STINK, Kane Kassien (2): Herwynbe, Kassien Exisa (1): Maill Bartholomew (1): Edrab Edrab (1): Locke Gidomara (1): Wyrm Lippen (1): Alexander The Amazing Wyrm (1): Hellscythe Herwynbe (1): Gidomara Hellscythe (1): Aralis
  21. Metacognition
    Of course. They're being pulled in the same direction. Same with Soothers affecting the same person. The target is just a bit more enthusiastic than before.
  22. Metacognition
    Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, Kas. You posted this just after I went to bed! If someone is effected by multiple emotional allomancy attacks, no matter which kind they are, their original action will stand and they will be unaffected. In RP terms, the target is having their emotions changed every other second and they are driven to a chaotic blubbering mess and they can't change what they've already done because they're huddled up in the corner trying to get control of themselves.
  23. Metacognition
    I think that covers it?
  24. Metacognition
    Day 1: Inkblot Most of the townsfolk were especially jumpy after the incident with Clara’s sleigh; as if they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Many were already trying to jump into action to find the culprits behind it; as if they were hoping that they could take care of the situation within a single night. But, as the night wore on and there were no new screams in the dark and no new disasters struck, even the most adamant and zealous of them started to droop. One by one, they made their way back home to their beds. Senn wasn’t tired. For him, everything seemed to be changing so fast that he felt that, if he slept, he’d be swept away. Everything from the Lord Ruler’s downfall to the loss of Mr. Cuddles; the fall of the Nobility to the changing of the seasons; it was all so sudden and dramatic and it was taking its toll on him. He paced around his study, sometimes glancing out the window at the frozen world outside his floor to ceiling window. It was difficult to tell on whether it was falling ash or if it had started to snow again outside. His mansion sat a bit away from the rest of the village. His closest neighbors were all other mansions, like the Lepinceau estate, and they were set away from each other as well. While it gave him his privacy, it also isolated him. Senn had heard about the terrible events unfolding in town. It was bad enough that Slart had come back with information of an approaching horde of Koloss, but now it seemed as if they were being harassed by some unknown terrorists, intent on getting them all killed. And within a blink of an eye, the village had gone from a peaceful, charming place to a chaotic cesspool of paranoia and fear. Another change. But at least this one was something that Senn could do something about and so he stayed up, pacing and thinking. He’d occasionally write something down, a reminder for him to get further information on something the following day. He had sent the rest of the staff to bed as it had been a stressful day for everyone, so when he went to mark down another one of his thoughts and he found his inkwell dry, there was no one for him to call to replace it. Senn sighed at yet another change, even though it was so minor in comparison, but it wasn’t like he was helpless. He wasn’t one of those nobles who delegated everything to his servants and he probably would’ve gotten a new inkwell himself anyways. It was just a quick walk down the hall and into a storage closet where they kept extras of all sorts of knick knacks that were likely to run out over time. He was almost back to his study when he noticed that the door to the study was slightly ajar. Had he not closed it all the way? He couldn’t remember and it wasn’t likely that it was all that important in the first place, so he pushed the door open and made his way back to his desk. He hadn’t made it more than a few paces inside before he felt an odd sense of warmth spread through him, starting in his back. Also, the floor seemed to loom closer and closer to him. The transition from a living, breathing human to death was likely the quickest and the most dramatic change that Senn had ever gone through. Luckily though, he wouldn’t have to go through it ever again. When the Village awoke, it was raining outside, but it wasn’t raindrops. Many of the townsfolk flocked outside, staring up at the sky in bewilderment. All around them, small pieces of paper, about the size of an envelope fell out of the sky without end. As some of the people picked them up, they noticed that on one side, this was printed on them: and on the other, this: eamRn2nt/o0nNSscoOVHcI1RcpJOeCQsjpMsK+Gl1kYuHc9uKSjL7s1kExcY/g91 lZc9VlAYmUVzW24Y+IIwYy01mJ3Ft92GyCD41vXecJEHTao3OwIfdUww1/OZ2muvP78qqxjK4+LO OHdC9OYAiWuZMWnSvHzfXic86DJUZ2NnuLUKvi087aYxi+Q2eMZgQ/mb8nle2us+x65hy1NJ5A== MJpstedK927CQKEcFMlZPI2GgZtOBDWA94s4jK78s3J+gwMenE2kISa7JSEuWwWpGzKwMHAuVnRC GzcUEvERvPjeG5nrroRHp5A1D59eLKkA4e8uVAsXxNcH8d8EVqcuoZmf670xZq6i6950NlblnVfZ C77xiQBTZKxQGX470PlyJE/d2/hxRz3PbkBtEmrKMIsUnYFJQg0rUjcrTmUvxVvIMWBwwcK28Lhx n2wDMCI= https://www.infoencrypt.com/ Passwords easy. They didn’t seem to know what to do with either. Day 1 begins! You have 48 hours before the end of the turn, so have at it! Good luck. Senn Conrad was a Regular Villager! Current Player List
  25. Metacognition
    Okay, I'll address this now and get back to the myriad of other clarifications later, but about Blue Text: Both Kas and Jain are correct about how it has been used and about how it is being used now to a degree, but I'll clarify for everyone, even if some of it is stated in the OP of the General Rules. Blue text is specifically for stuff that is NOT CONNECTED TO THE GAME. These are Real Life situations and things that don't have any pertinence on the game. For example: If you got a copy of Bands of Mourning early and you had to share it, that would be blue text material. The purpose of the blue text is for Non-Game related information that you absolutely can not lie about. I use this as an example often, but I don't want to worry whether or not someone is trying to manipulate my emotions when they tell me that some tragedy struck them just to get an edge on the game. I want to be able to give the person the support and comfort that they deserve for going through something horrible like that. Do Not Lie When Speaking In Blue Text. And also, do not use blue text to talk about game related material; even if it is out of character. I don't think that anyone who has used it such far was using it for the purposes of confusing the two, but that's why I'm clarifying. Don't get me wrong; I absolutely love the RP. I think that the games have lost a lot of their flair as we've moved away from the RP aspect. I think it's even influenced the meta in the fact that players used to want to keep their characters alive because they were great characters and it's now moved on to people trying to survive just because. I wish more people would RP and just have fun with the characters they create. After all, you came up with a character. And now you're just willing to let it die? The entire game used to be played in character, which is how the confusion came about in the first place. But the blue text was never meant to be for in-game discussion. So hopefully this clears things up to a degree. If anyone has any other questions, I'll do my best to answer them.
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