Metacognition

Write up is done, for those of you curious. Sorry it took so much longer. I hope I'll be able to now be back on track after getting behind there for awhile!

Day 5: Kittiesh! NNNOOOOO! Rin felt terrible for his part in yesterday’s events, even if it had been the right thing to do. It had been the right thing… right? His situation with Nicki had just spiraled further and further out of control as the days went on. He still remembered when she had first stepped into his shop, demanding pewter as if she would die without it. Then asking for metal spikes; with an extra heaping of potential violence if he didn’t accede. She hadn’t seemed like a bad person back then, just one full of passion. But as the days wore on and more people died, things began to change. Then she had brought that body back. Suddenly, her passion took on a more sinister aspect to it; until he just had to say something! That was the way such things were handled, right? So why then, did he still feel guilty? He sat in his shop, pondering and debating this back and forth in his head all night. His only companions a lantern for light and a cup of tea. Because of this, he was still awake when the person arrived. They entered through the front door, not even bothering at stealth. Rin looked up at them when the door clacked shut. “Ah, so I assume that it’s my turn then?” The figure nodded. “Very well then,” Rin said and he put the cup on the counter next to him. “I suppose this answers my question and now it’s time for me to do penance. Just- just please make it quick.” The figure nodded again and raised their hand in front of them. Sitting in their palm was a singular coin. Before Rin could blink, the coin zipped through the air and hit him in the forehead. The figure left as Rin’s body slumped to the floor, never saying a word. Matilda couldn’t even begin to believe her luck! Why, just the other day, she had been stumbling through one of the alleys, looking for one of her cats, Whiskey-ers (he was a cousin to Mr. Ale-ick Purrsnickles and Scotch-ish McFluffy Paws) when she happened to nudge something with her foot! When she bent down to investigate, she found a full coin pouch buried in the ash! “Oh, happy day Kittiesh! Shoon we’ll have all the kittiesh and we’ll shtart our own cat shan-chu-wary. An’ no one will bother ush again!” Thus it was a terribly drunk Matilda who stumbled through the streets later that night. Her hands were full of her “kittens” and they clanked and meowed together with each wavering step. She was so drunk, that she didn’t see the person sneaking up behind her, a dagger in their hand. They were almost on top of her when Matilda tripped on an uneven cobblestone (or it could’ve been perfectly flat, but Matilda thought of it as uneven for the rest of her days). *Swish!* The knife flew through the space where Matilda’s neck would’ve been just seconds before. As Matilda stumbled, she lost her grip on one of the bottles she was cradling. “Button Nose Rum-my!” She cried as she tried to catch the falling bottle. This caused her to bend down and again, *Swish!* The knife hit nothing. The bottle crashed against the ground and shattered. The alcohol inside turn the ash into a dark black paste. “Kittiesh! NNNOOOOO!” She crouched on the ground, the other bottles spilling from her arms, but luckily, not breaking. *Swish!* And this time, after being thwarted so many times, the person behind her cursed, finally alerting Matilda to their presence. “You!” Matilda cried as she pointed a gnarly, old finger at the person. She had tears running down her cheeks. “You did thish! You hurt my kittiesh! What’d they ever do to yoush?” She threw an empty bottle at her assailant. “Leave my kittiesh alone, you nashty evil pershon, you!” The figure dodge the bottle with ease, but the commotion was causing other people to stir and soon enough, there would likely be more eyes than they were comfortable with watching the scene. So as Matilda cried in the streets, her attacker fled. Night 5 has ended and Day 5 begins! You have 48 hours. Doc12 was attacked! They were a Regular Villager. Madagascar was attacked but survived! Good luck! Player List

Night 5: Dead Bodies on the Floor Nicki needed that book. It was the best hint that she had to finding out what had been done to her father! But what if it had been faked? Her only other lead was the spike she had plucked from that first guy who screamed something about not trusting those pierced by metal. And here was a rusting imdominatable Terrisman, demanding she choose one or the other. “I’ll read through this tonight,” Nicki said. “If I think it’s legitimate, you’ll have your spike by morning.” Not that she even knew what to look for to determine its legitimacy, but if it was faked, there was likely some inconsistencies that she should be able to spot. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” Herwynbe stated calmly. “If you were to keep the book and read it’s contents, then it would no longer have the value it possesses as a bargaining tool and you would have less need to give up the spike. “Rest assured that my Master would not try to deceive you in this matter. The book is authentic and will be of greater value to you than the spike ever could.” Terrismen were not known for lying, but with everything that had happened in town already, Nicki wasn’t about to rely on that to make such an important decision. This was her father’s life they were haggling about! And so they continued to argue back and forth. Nicki would try a new tactic to dodge around giving up the spike while still keeping the book and Herwynbe would dismantle it and impeccably maintain the original deal. They were still at it by the time the rest of the Villagers started waking up. Eventually, the commotion started to draw people to Rin’s shop, making him nervous. “Why does she want that piece of metal?” People started asking. “Why is it so important?” Ryth stepped forward, out of the crowd. “Now, I may not be a guard anymore, but Nicki, it seems to me that you’re trying to keep something that doesn’t belong to you without payment. You’re going to need to either return the book or relinquish the spike. If not, I’m afraid I’ll be forced to get a hold of the actual guardsmen in town.” Nicki stared back at him, as if daring him to do so. She hugged the book and spike close. “You don’t understand. I can’t.” “She’s got a dead body back here!” Everyone turned, trying to pinpoint where the cry had come from. Rin made his way past Nicki to stand before the group outside. He wringed his hands nervously. “She’s- she’s got a dead body back there,” he said in a much quieter voice. Then he started stammering, his words tripping over each other in an effort to get them out. “She brought it back a couple days ago. Said something about wanting to perform some experiments. I didn’t exactly want to help, but I also didn’t turn her away. It seemed innocent enough. No one was getting hurt by it, since they werealready dead. But I didn’t want any trouble. I still don’twantanytrouble. But if you’re goingtocall the guards, Iwanteditout there that Ididn’thaveanythingtodowithit. Itwasallher.” The gathered villagers’ eyes grew wider and wider with each word. When Rin had finished, Ryth pushed past Nicki to enter the shop. When he came back, his face was pale and he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to, the look on his face was enough. The villagers started to surround Nicki. Nicki cried out in absolute frustration. Still holding onto the book and the spike, she lept straight up, far farther than she should have been able to and grabbed the edge of the roof of Rin’s shop in one hand. Then she pulled herself up with that one hand and dashed across the rooftops and out of sight. Day 4 is over and Night 5 begins! You all have 24 hours to get your orders in. Arraenae was lynched, but survived! PMs are still not open (Okay, Hero? They’re still not open, so don’t ask ) Votes: Arraenae (9)- Assassin in Burgundy, Wyrmhero, Nyali, Herowannabe, Silverblade, Magestar, Doc12, Wilson, Joe in a Bush Nyali (8)- Elenion, Jondesu, Arinian, Arraenae, Madagascar, Seonid, Sart, Elbereth Hemalurgic Headshot (1)- Manukos Jondesu (1)- Conquestor Manukos (1)- Hemalurgic Headshot Madagascar (1)- Gamma Fiend No Vote (8)- Wonko, Orlok, Bugsy, Drake, Stink, I am Stick, Droughtbringer, Araris Player List

The Official Vote Count, since you all have about 3 hours left. Votes: Arraenae (8)- Assassin in Burgundy, I am Stick, Wyrmhero, Nyali, Herowannabe, Silverblade, Magestar, Doc12 Nyali (6)- Elenion, Jondesu, Arinian, Arraenae, Madagascar, Sart Hemalurgic Headshot (1)- Manukos Jondesu (1)- Conquestor Manukos (1)- Hemalurgic Headshot Madagascar (1)- Gamma Fiend No Vote (11)- Elbereth, Wonko, Orlok, Wilson, Bugsy, Drake, Stink, Droughtbringer, Araris, Joe in a Bush, Seonid On another note, I'm almost finished with Lopen's write up, so keep an eye out for that to be edited in soon!

Day 4: Crime Doesn't Pay Dalinar’s death the other day was both a blessing and a curse for Sothe. It was a good thing that they had finally caught one of those “people pierced with metal” that the first dead guys was talking about. But now that the other thief in town was dead, Sothe didn’t have anyone else to divert blame for his crimes at! Not to mention that it seemed like the village was trying to purge themselves of anyone that even had a remote connection to the underbelly of the town. Just his luck too, since he fit right into that category. He had heard people muttering about that useless Joe guy and his rat too. And it was all only a matter of time before someone brought up Drought, the blind man. Those people weren’t even criminals per se; just part of the town’s less savory side. In other words, it was not a good time to be known as a pickpocket and thief. That didn’t and wouldn’t stop Sothe though, for two reasons. First, one had to eat somehow! And second, Sothe had an edge that most other thieves did not. He could pick pockets from a distance. Iron. He thought. What a perfect ability for a thief. He was set up just inside the mouth of an alleyway; hidden from the light of the moon within the slightly darker shadows of the neighboring building. As people would walk by, he was able to see their coin pouches via the blue lines that pointed from them. From there, just a soft, little nudge with his iron and then the coins would fly right to him, his victims none the wiser. It didn’t always work. Sometimes their coin purse was on the opposite side from where Sothe was or sometimes it was tied on tight. Okay, if Sothe was being honest with himself and his luck, it didn’t work a lot of the time, but it worked often enough to keep Sothe from starving and that was what counted. Someone rounded the corner on the far side of the street and Sothe burned iron to see whether this would be an easy mark. Unlike his typical fortune, this person was! Sothe smiled as he concentrated on the blue line connecting him to the person’s coin pouch and gave it a yank. It came free nice and smoothly. Sothe’s mark didn’t seem to even notice. Sothe started imagining all the different kinds of food he was going to finally be able to enjoy when, rather than the soft lob that the pouch had been traveling at, the coin pouch shot towards him at neck-breaking speed; as if it were being pushed. Sothe barely had time to react. With a yelp, he pulled with all his might on a metal railing above and behind him. He threw himself into the air. He narrowly missed being hit by the assailing coin pouch. But his pull was uncontrolled and he wasn’t facing that direction. So it was no surprise to him when he smacked flat against a wall, knocking the wind out of him. With that, he lost his control on his iron and fell back to the alley floor. At least I’m alive, he thought as he laid there gasping in breaths. He was so disoriented that he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone in the alley anymore. He didn’t notice until they unsheathed a particularly vicious looking dagger. It looked oddly familiar to the one they had found on Dalinar. Oh, just my luck… Sothe cursed as he tried to burn iron and push the dagger away. Whether he was just too late or whether his iron had failed him, the dagger struck anyways and Tyrian Falls was short yet another thief. Night 4 ends and Day 4 begins! You have (the rest of) 48 hours. Lopen was attacked, but survived! Lopen was attacked! He was a Village Lurcher! Good luck! Player List

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I might not be as prompt, as I've tried to be with the rest of the turns, with this Night's turn rollover. See, today my girl and I are celebrating our 10th year anniversary. Those of you that are good at math might have noticed that 10 is greater than 3. As such, as much as I'd like to keep things on schedule for you guys, I'll be going out and spending my time with her tonight. Since I don't know when we'll be getting back, I don't know when I'll be able to do rollover. But, I'll do it as soon as I can and get the write up in later. If you'll permit me to, I'd like to keep to the schedule that we've had going already. This would, depending on how late it takes me to get the rollover up, cut into the Day turn a little; not by more than a few hours, but a little. Are you all okay with a slightly shorter day so that we can keep our typical rollover time?

I will add it in to this post and I will endeavor to do so in the future. That said, I specifically told you that I'm on top of it. So, again, no. PMs are not allowed at this time. You will be told if they are ever reopened. I know what I'm doing, thank you very much.

YOU SAW NOTHING!!! ....fixed

Night 4: A Volatile Trade Dalinar was being chased…. yet again! When will these silly villagers ever learn? He thought as he ran ahead of yet another mob. It wasn’t that they were wrong to have been hunting him down, it was more that they thought that they could catch him. He’d given them the slip at least 3 times already! Did they really think that they’d be able to outsmart him this time? As he ran through the town, he dropped all pretense of being tired. Pewter burned comfortably in his stomach; letting him run for hours without end. He very easily could have already lost his pursuers, if he had wanted to. A few times, he even turned around and ran backwards, taunting them. I wonder if they recognize my brilliance and have noticed that this is the exact same path I led them on the other day? He thought with a smirk. He turned on his bronze and tin. There were no signs of ambush or any other mistings around that he could tell. I guess not. This fact saddened him. After everything he’d done? And not one of these hapless villagers had the capacity to notice when he was being clever? Perhaps all of his little “trades” had riled them up too much to think of much else. And they only knew the half of it. See, Dalinar traded in more than just trinkets and items. No, his favorite trade was that of life itself. For every time his life had been spared, he felt compelled to balance the scales. His life for a life. If anything, the world got the better end of the deal. The world was out one less useless soul who probably wouldn’t amount to anything. In return, it got to keep Dalinar, in all his destructive glory. You know, he pondered. When you think of it like that, the World owes me a few lives. He decided that once he escaped here, he’d go out and balance the scales…. He was so lost in the thought of it all that he almost missed that it was time again. He sprinted to the Letter Sixteen again. He barreled through the inn and up to the roof. Again. Then, as before, he waited. When the Villagers arrived, they formed a semicircle around him, forcing him right up to the edge that he had take his dive off of last time. “This time, there’ll be no escape for you, Dalinar!” Shouted Arinian. Dalinar looked over the edge. The mattress was gone. Dalinar beamed and clapped his hands as he turned back to face the crowd, a look of true pleasure spread across his face. “Awww, so you did notice! How wonderful! I was so disappointed that all my hard work was for naught.” Dalinar tried his best to look dejected. It… wasn’t a very good attempt. “What can I say, gentlemen. It seems you have me. Take me away! Throw me in irons! Lock me up and throw away the key! How could I possibly ever escape now?” Then he smirked. “Except that every good thief has an extra escape plan!” With that, he flipped out a vial with some metal bits in it and downed it in a flash. No one in the mob even had time to react- not that any had. Dalinar continued grinning as the mob just stood there silently for once. Amazed by my brilliance yet again, I suspect. A new metal reserve opened up inside him and he burned it. Nothing happened. His grin faltered a bit then. Where were the blue lines? With steel, there should be plenty of metals around for him to push on. That’s when he noticed it. The wooden shovels. The torches. The clubs. No metal. No metal at all! Dalinar thought with growing apprehension. They aren’t even carrying any coins! Herwynbe stepped forward out of the crowd then. “As you may have started to notice, we’ve performed a few trades of our own,” he said in such a soothing and calming voice that it made Dalinar want to bash his head in. “But this was not the least of our ‘trades.’” At that, Rin stepped forward as well. “You see,” Herwynbe explained, “we also traded out your vials. That batch of steel you just swallowed and are most likely still burning is quite impure. “Rin here has assured me that, unless you were to do something incredibly unwise, the effects of the impurities will not kill you, but should be more than enough to incapacitate you. “You see, we’d rather hoped that you would be so kind as to tell us where to find the rest of your companions?” With each word, Dalinar grew more and more shocked. He also was getting madder. Me? They think to capture, ME?!? How dare they? He ranted in his head. He started flaring all of his metals, looking for an escape. “How dare you,” he repeated out loud. “Ruin will pick his teeth with your bones!” He flared his metals higher, letting the warmth fuel his rage. “You all are nothing in the face of his destruction! You are less than fleas and will be swept from this world! He will-” Dalinar cut off as the poisoned steel finally overtook him and his world went black. Day 3 is over and Night 4 begins! You have 24 hours to get your orders in. Dalinar was a Spiked Mistborn! Good Luck! Votes: Dalinar (11)- Assassin in Burgundy, Seonid, Nyali, Herowannabe, Arinian, Conquestor, Magestar, Doc12, Dalinar, Drake, Silverblade Lopen (5)- Elenion, A Joe in the Bush, Manukos, Hemalurgic Headshot, Arraenae Herowannabe (1)- Jondesu Hemalurgic Headshot (1)- Wyrmhero Arraenae (1)- Araris Wonko (1)- Madagascar Orlok (1)- Wilson No Votes (10)- Elbereth, Wonko, Orlok, Sart, Gamma Fiend, Bugsy, Stink, Droughtbringer, I am Stick, Lopen PMS ARE STILL NOT ALLOWED!!! Player List

Actually, that count is off, Silverblade. It's close though and since you have 2 and a half hours left, I figured I'd do an official one. Votes: Dalinar (12)- Assassin in Burgundy, Seonid, Nyali, Herowannabe, Arinian, Conquestor, Magestar, Doc12, Lopen, Dalinar, Drake, Silverblade Lopen (4)- Elenion, A Joe in the Bush, Manukos, Hemalurgic Headshot Herowannabe (1)- Jondesu Hemalurgic Headshot (1)- Wyrmhero Bugsy (1)- Arraenae Arraenae (1)- Araris Wonko (1)- Madagascar Orlok (1)- Wilson No Votes (9)- Elbereth, Wonko, Orlok, Sart, Gamma Fiend, Bugsy, Stink, Droughtbringer, I am Stick EDIT: Congrats, Hero! Best of luck!

Yes please! The problem comes from the fact that some people use the player's username and some people use their character's name. If we all stuck to one or the other, it wouldn't be a problem (and if I had to pick one to use, it would be their character's name since that's who is actually signed up for the game after all), but since we don't you'll need to specify which you're using. The way Magestar did it with the parentheses above would be just fine.

I'm glad you liked it! I always worry whether I did a good job with other people's characters. So when the person I do a write up about enjoys it, then I feel like I did my job. See? When people have fun RPing their characters, GMs can use the stuff that happens in them in their write ups and it just makes it a much better story overall, IMO. Not to mention it flows better. I'm hoping that future GMs will start using CRs in their games. I think it's a small touch that adds a lot of flair to a game. EDIT: and I'm already out of upvotes for now.

Day 3: Rumors of Stress Eating Remart was fast asleep on his side. He’d had a busy day of eating and drinking, followed by some more eating and drinking. Then he’d taken a short walk around town, which can be quite exhausting when you’re hauling around a metal leg, before coming back for a little bit more food and drink. Not to mention all the paranoia and stress everyone was feeling over the problem with the Spiked and the Koloss. That alone could drive even a normal person to drink and comfort food! In that case, Remart considered it his civic duty to remove such temptations from the people. They needed to keep their wits about them if they were to survive after all. So every pastry he ate and every ale he drank brought them closer to salvation. All that effort could really work up an appetite too. Remart snored slightly and shifted in his sleep when there was the soft creak from his window being slowly opened. The cool breeze that came with it woke him up just a little bit more, but all he did was pull the covers closer around him as a shadowy figure silently crept inside. It wasn’t until his mind reminded him of the chicken leg that he had left on the window sill that he finally woke up. The cold breeze would cause it to get too cold! He rolled over onto his back and reached towards the window just as the intruder stabbed down at him. This move saved his life. The blade caught him in his expansive belly, but it didn’t catch him in the heart, as it would have. Remart cried out in pain. With the hand he had been reaching for the chicken leg for, he instead grabbed his peg leg. Using it as an improvised weapon, he swung it at the intruder. It connected solidly into the figure’s head and the person went down. Unfortunately, they recovered quickly and turned their fall into a roll. Before Remart could do anything, the figure was out the door and pounding down the stairs. Remart laid back in a daze; the knife still lodged in his fat. It hurt quite a lot, but it wasn’t bleeding too badly and Remart was still in shock. He took a few deep breaths to try to calm down. That’s when he noticed that the chicken leg was gone! In its place were some additional pastries. Remart shrugged and grabbed one. He hoped his attacker was happy with themselves. Now he was stress eating! Vomit didn’t go out at night. No siree! You wouldn’t catch him out in the mists! Didn’t people know that’s where the Mistwraiths were? It was said that they could see through even the faintest wisp of mist and materialize at that spot if they found prey there. And people wanted to go out into that?!? Obviously, those people were insane. Vomit would stay put inside his nice, cozy house, thank you very much. He’d done his best to seal every nook and cranny to the outside that he could find. His windows didn’t open and he had cloth jammed into the seams of his door. He’d gone over the walls with a fine tooth comb, making sure that there wasn’t a draft anywhere that might let in even a little bit of mist. Besides, he thought. Why would you want to be out on a cold night like this in the first place when you could be snuggled up next to nice fire? And that’s right where Vomit was; curled up in a blanket and going over some of the letters he’d “failed” to deliver just yet. It was difficult work, but if you were careful, you could open a letter and reseal it and the recipient would be none the wiser. And it was always so much fun to dig into other people’s lives. For example, here was one from the baker’s wife to Cassius. Oh, this would be downright scandalous if word got out! Not to mention that the baker’s wife had quite the imagination to her! Just went to show that you never knew who a person truly was until you went rifling through their mail. At least that was Vomit’s philosophy. There was the sound of glass breaking and Vomit felt some… things smack into him, throwing him back in his chair. He didn’t even have time to react. As if in a dream, Vomit looked towards the crash and noticed that his window was broken. Mist was curling in through the holes that had been created. Then he looked down at his chest, which was quickly growing red and quite warm. Funny, he thought as the world started to fade away. No one ever told me Mistwraiths could fire projectiles. Night 3 is over and Day 3 begins! You all have 48 hours. Jondesu was attacked but survived! Straw was attacked! He was a Village Rioter. Good Luck! Player List

I try to upvote every post that someone sticks to their CR in. Unfortunately, I tend to run out of upvotes.

Am I close? Or is there more Whiskey involved?

Thanks! It's always awesome to hear when a write up is appreciated. A Rioter can riot someone to a No Vote. I'm pretty sure that Gamma used this exact trick a few times in LG2 to make people think he was a Soother. EDIT: I believe what you are thinking of is the fact that a Rioter/Soother cannot change a No Vote to a Vote. The reasoning behind this is because there has to be some level of emotional investment for the Emotional Allomancers to manipulate in the first place. Not that a Soother can change a No Vote to a Vote anyways, but you get the idea. PMs are NOT open. If the status of the PM situation changes, I will let you know at that time. Until then, you can safely assume that the status from the last time it changed is still currently in effect.

Night 3: A Convenient Trade Dalinar was being followed… again. At least this time I know who, he thought with a grin as he glanced back behind him. There, running not more than four to five paces back, was a mob of angry Villagers. He’d been barely keeping ahead of them ever since they had found him in the early afternoon. It was getting close to sundown now. This may be the most exercise I’ve gotten in awhile! He thought as he spun around another corner. This time, he was being careful. After last night and the attempt on his life, Dalinar realized that the Village, in its state of hypertension at the moment, might not take too kindly to his “trades.” So he’d traded someone’s map of the town with an old treasure map he had. He’d already gotten the treasure, but that wasn’t important. It was the journey that mattered and so he considered it a more than fair trade. He’d then studied it all night to make sure he knew the best routes through the town and wouldn’t get caught by anymore dead ends. Then, he’d made another trade this morning, this time he’d left only an empty bottle. An item he wasn’t using anymore for an item that the owner wasn’t using anymore. That should be fair. From there, he just laid low. He knew it was only a matter of time before everyone turned on him. The fact that it took them till the afternoon was a pleasant surprise, but it just seemed inevitable. And that’s how they’d gotten here- with Dalinar leading the Village in the most ridiculous and dangerous game of tag ever. As the sun started to set on the horizon, Dalinar put his plan into action. Rather than darting between buildings and trying to be as random as possible, he took a quick left and then sprinted for all he was worth. He gained a little bit of ground on the Villagers behind him, but lost it again when he had to slow down to throw open the door to the Letter Sixteen. He dodged his way past all the tables and chairs, upsetting some of them to help block the angry Villagers’ way. As the mob tried to push past the bottleneck of a door and through the room, Dalinar lept up the stairs, taking them two at a time. By the time the Villagers had managed to escape the maze of tables and to the stairs, Dalinar had already reached the third floor and was opening the hatch to the roof. Once on the roof, he finally stopped running. With his hands on his knees, he let himself pant and rest for a moment. It was only for a moment though, because it wasn’t any longer than that before the mob of Villagers spilled out onto the roof themselves. “We’ve got you now!” One of them yelled, brandishing a shovel. “It was you who knifed Kip, wasn’t it?” yelled another. Dalinar held up a finger as he gasped in a few last breaths. Then with a smile, he stood up straight to face his accusers. “I’m dreadfully sorry for all of this. My, that was exhilarating! I thought I almost lost you a few times, but you guys are persistent!” The mob grumbled at his nonchalant attitude. “Just answer the question!” Dalinar held up his hands questioningly. “I was busy last night with someone else trying to kill me! Do you really think that I could be in both places at once? Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but you’ve got the wrong guy.” “It’s a long night,” someone else in the crowd quipped. Dalinar could tell they weren’t going to be deterred. They’d already determined his guilt. Leading them on a merry chase probably didn’t improve their mood any either. It seemed like he was going to have to enact his plan after all. “Well then,” he said as he backed up towards the edge of the roof, “I don’t know how to convince you. I didn’t do it, but if you won’t take me on my word, then I guess there’s only one thing left to do.” “Right,” said one of the Villagers. “It’s time to str-” The Villager cut off mid sentence as Dalinar threw himself off the side of the building. He tumbled through the air before landing directly on his back… onto the mattress from Kip’s room. It was the other item he’d traded for earlier in the day. The mattress softened the blow just enough and while he thought he heard a few ribs crack, he was still alive. The Villagers on the roof gawked at him as he gingerly stood up, smiled at them and gave them a little wave, before he jogged off into the failing light. Day 2 had ended and Night 3 has begun! Everyone has 24 hours to get their orders in. Dalinar was lynched, but survived! Votes: Dalinar (10)- Assassin in Burgundy, Seonid, Gamma Fiend, Nyali, Arinian, Magestar, Lopen, Bugsy, Drake, Elenion Herowannabe (4)- Jondesu, I Am Stick, Wyrmhero, Wilson Madagascar (1)- Arraenae Seonid (1)- Hemalurgic Headshot Arraenae (1)- Araris A Joe in the Bush (1)- Stink Conquestor (1)- Madagascar No Votes (13)- Elbereth, Wonko, Orlok, Sart, Dalinar, Droughtbringer, Doc12, Straw, Herowannabe, Silverblade, Conquestor, Manukos, A Joe in the Bush Player List

Consider it confirmed then. In case of Tied Votes, no one dies. That's how it was in the very first games and I'm keeping it true to that as much as possible. Pewter is a passive ability. It cannot be turned on and off like some other powers. I know some GMs have required that for such types of roles before, but again, that's not how the Original played and so it hasn't been switched. Ninja'd by Wilson, but I'll leave this so that it is officially answered as well.

I was just about to do one in the first place, since there's 2 and half hours left! Votes: Dalinar (9)- Assassin in Burgundy, Seonid, Nyali, Herowannabe, Arinian, Magestar, Lopen, Gamma Fiend, Bugsy Herowannabe (3)- Jondesu, I Am Stick, Wyrmhero I Am Stick (1)- Elenion Madagascar (1)- Arraenae Seonid (1)- Hemalurgic Headshot Arraenae (1)- Araris A Joe in the Bush (1)- Stink Conquestor (1)- Madagascar Lopen (1)- Dalinar No Votes (13)- Elbereth, Wonko, Orlok, Sart, Wilson, Drake, Droughtbringer, Doc12, Straw, Silverblade, Conquestor, Manukos, A Joe in the Bush So you're welcome. As usual, let me know if I missed something!

From the SE Rules and Etiquette Hopefully that's clear enough? I'm giving you a hard time because it's funny, but in all seriousness, it's a fair question. No one is allowed to Copy/Paste information from a PM (as much as I didn't want to on the idea that it legitimizes his PM message, for better or for worse (rather than it being faked), Drake has received an Official Warning due to his neglect of the Rules of the SubForum). If you are caught doing so, you will be given a Warning. You are allowed to paraphrase and that's about it. No form of copy/pasting is allowed; at all.

No, you cannot. NO ONE should be copying and pasting messages that were from a PM. That's straight from the SE Rules and Etiquette. Anyone caught doing so will be given a Warning.

Day 2: A Corpse is a Corpse Someone was following, of that, Dalinar was sure. It was the why that he couldn’t figure out. He had always given a fair trade for anything his took, so no one should be upset with him for that! His next one was a bit of puzzler though. What was of equal worth for a peg leg? How much value would something like that have in the first place? Considering Remart didn’t do much walking if he could be sitting and eating, maybe he wouldn’t miss it much at all? Dalinar shook his head. He was letting himself get distracted and whatever reason the person had for following him, with the way everyone was jumping at shadows recently, it probably wasn’t good. He’d have to try to lose them. You would think that, as a thief, he’d know all the best side streets and nooks and crannies to hide in. You’d be wrong with Dalinar. His way wasn’t the stealthy, sneaky kind of thievery; if you could call it theft in the first place. So it was just his luck that when he went to suddenly duck down an alleyway, it turn out to be a dead end. The person following him rounded the corner just as Dalinar realized this. Dalinar cursed and then turned to face his pursuer. “I don’t suppose you’re following me to just give me hug or something equally pleasant like that, are you?” His pursuer didn’t say anything. Instead they held out their arm, pointing it Dalinar. Inside of it, something glinted in the moonlight. Suddenly, the coins shot out of the pursuers hand, zipping straight for Dalinar. “Y-Elkp!” Dalinar cried out in what was half a cry of fear and a sob at the same time. He threw himself to the ground, but it was obvious that it was too late. Then the coins veered off course; up and away from Dalinar, towards the roof. Dalinar’s pursuer looked up as the coins thudded against a wooden shield. Then they both melted away into the night. On the other side of town, Kip was fast asleep. He’d had a long day of silently insulting everyone’s style in his head and performing in the square. You’d be amazed at how many people are willing to part with a little of their coin for a distraction in times like these. Kip wasn’t going to miss out on all that money to be made if he could help it, so he’d stayed out there longer than he usually would. By the time he decided to bed down for the night, his brain was so dead that he could barely form complete sentences. He did have the presence of mind to put on his sleep mask though. One did not sacrifice fashion, no matter how dire the situation. You never knew what or when someone might see you and if you weren’t looking your best, then they might get the wrong impression of you. That was lesson #14 after all. Due to this, he never had a chance to see the person that had silently crept into his room. He also didn’t get a chance to see them draw a vicious looking knife. And he never saw anything ever again after they plunged the knife through his heart. While he might have been the best dressed corpse to be found in bed, he was still a corpse. Night 2 is over and Day 2 is here! You have 48 hours. Use them this time rather than waiting till the last 10 minutes, eh? Dalinar was attacked, but survived! Kipper was attacked, but did not. He was a Regular Villager. Good Luck! Player List

Night 2: Nooses and Nameless Many of the Villagers gathered around the husk that was once Whistler’s shop the next day. “This was no accident,” Whistler said as he recounted the events of the night. Some people believed him while others muttered about how he could’ve burned down his own shop. Even so, they all started trying to keep a close eye out for anyone that had an earring in their ear. The man, as everyone including himself referred to him, sat at his porch. He fiddled with a small golden disk as he rocked back and forth. While he looked content, his mind was far from it. He had spent most of the Night and the better part of the Day hobbling around the town. His self appointed mission was two-fold. First, he was going to any place where people were gathered or gathering and using his Brass to dampen the Villager’s fears. The man trusted that, as long as people were calm and collected, they would be able to get through these perilous times. The other thing he was doing was using his visions to try to help identify who the Spiked were. He tried to catch glimpses of them in the memories of people’s pasts. But this was to no avail and this worried the man. He was sure that he hadn’t missed anyone and yet he was no closer to finding these miscreants. Which meant that they were likely being hidden from him by even greater powers. Perhaps this Ruin that was mentioned? These were the thoughts that plagued him when a large group of the Villagers strolled by, with a determined expression on their faces and rope in hand. This pulled the man out of his revery. “Where are you heading in such a grim fashion?” He called out to them. “It’s gotta be that Joe guy with the rat or that sneaky thief,” answered one of them. “So we’re going to put an end to this before someone actually gets hurt!” “Peace,” the man said as he started soothing away their anxiety. “It doesn’t need to come to this. Just take a deep breath and calm yourselves. We don’t need to kill in turn. We can just lock them up! Which is where a thief should be in the first place, yes?” He was winning them over. He saw their muscles relax and some of the fierceness level their eyes. Unfortunately Matilda, who had been passed out nearby, took this opportunity to jerk awake. She let out the kind of cry that only someone who’s not all right in the head can and threw one of her “cats” towards the crowd. The whiskey bottle shattered against the cobblestones and with it, it also broke the man’s concentration. The whiplash on their emotions drove the Villagers temporarily insane. They lashed out at the very first thing in their vicinity; which just so happened to be the man. As they tied him up and strung him up to the nearest tree, the man spoke one last time. “My sympathies to you who must carry on here. I cannot be killed, for I am the Third Nameless.” When the villagers came back to reality and realized what they had done, they went back to the tree. The least they could do was give the man they had mercilessly killed a proper burial. But when they arrived, the body had vanished without a trace. Night 2 begins! Everyone has 24 hours to get their orders. Ecthelion III was a Village Soother! PMs are now closed! You cannot send any more PMs! I repeat, you cannot send any PMs! Forgot the vote count. Votes: Ecthelion (4)- Straw, Dalinar, Madagascar, Doc12 Dalinar (3)- Elenion, Arraenae, Ecthelion Hemalurgic Headshot (2)- Seonid, Gamma Fiend Elbereth (1)- Drake Marshall Wonko (1)- Jondesu Lopen (1)- Araris Stink (1)- Stink Gamma Feind (1)- Kipper I am Stick (1)- Wilson A Joe in the Bush (1)- Sart Elenion (1)- Elbereth Droughtbringer (1)- I am Stick Orlok (1)- Wyrmhero Nyali (1)- Arinian Sart (1)- Conquestor No Votes (13)- Wonko, Orlok, Bugsy, Lopen, Hemalurgic Headshot, Droughtbringer, Magestar, Silverblade, Herowannabe, Nyali, Manukos, A Joe in the Bush, Assassin in Burgundy Player List

And that's time!

He's especially unclear this time because I can't tell if he's voting for A Joe in the Bush or Hemalurgic Headshot, who's character's name is Joe.