Quiver

I can't help it. I'm just not an end-positive kind of guy. The world always seems pretty drab to me.

As I said, I do think Kurk is on a comfortable position right now. He was the one who suggested we follow the Mistborn, and as he said because he got what he wanted, he hadn't had to debate things since. It's why I voted for him during the last day round. I might be way off base, since... well, I haven't done much to comment either. But the voting blocs were established at Kursk suggestion, and I think they've been a great help to the inquisitor, if only because we've gotten into the habit of just following Pengs recommendation.

Union of forgers

To start discussion... someone soothed out the votes for Roban and Herwynbe. Anyone want to speculate on who might have done that?Given how doggedly he's been chased, it seems too obvious for Hero to soothe a vote off himself especially since the vote had already swing so far against Eddy. Soothing those votes wasn't necessary- so why would snyone do it? Thoughts?

I'll admit that's true. But as it is, our day time discussions have tended to stall to a halt, whether because people not wishing to vote or time zone differences. As it is, the Inquisitor is having a fairly easy way to win. There's little discussion in the day. We've broken down into voting blocs, without trying to analyse reactions. That means at night, the Inquisitor could just point at a person at random and off them, since none of us have really taken a strong stance. I get that saying we should discuss voting history or strategy is going to tip the inquisitor off, and prompt them to hide themselves deeper in the game. If you want to discuss who our daytime target should be, so we can see who the Inquisitor offs, that's fine. If you want to talk about the game as a whole and try and find they pattern our little serial killer is using, that's fine too. But I think we need to talk more with each other; if we're going to win, we need to have some groundwork for trust or plan to enact. Right now, sniping people without much idea as to why isn't getting us anywhere. In short, vote for me and I'll- wait, this isn't an election campaign. Uh... Don't vote for me. A vote for Quillion is a vote against Quiver.

Alright, so, we have 36 hours until the next day, then another 36 until voting ends. I realise it's premature, but does anyone object to start discussing voting strategy now? The last few days (in game) haven't had as many pages of discussion as the first few had, so maybe being active longer will let us get our thoughts.

Finally, someone else who appreciates Warbreaker! Everyone around here seems to cite Mistborn or Way of Kings as their favourite. It's good to not be alone. I have to say that I'm unfamiliar with autism, so I wouldn't be any good in a discussion on the subject, but maybe try posting it in the General Brandon Discussion forum, titling it as a discussion of autism in his works? I believe there was a thread discussing the influence of the LDS on his writing in there as well, so as long as you say, from the beginning, that you want to talk about all of his writing and there will be spoilers, I don't see much of a problem.

In before the end, and I don't really like what I'm seeing. This might put a target on me, but I'm a bit suspicious of Kurk. Getting everyone to follow and vote in a block sounds like it could be a good strategy for the inquisitor; he'd be inside the block, and almost invisible. It's pointless, in terms of effect, but I'm voting for Kurk for that reason.

Lord Ollivier sat in his office in the Canton, a window overlooking the city. A long finger was stretched down his cheek, the other shifting pages around his desk, but though his eyes crossed the words, he wasn't reading it. They were notes, messages and the likes, to be delivered to Lord Ventures army. He considered them unimportant. What was important, was the state of the city. His city. Straff would conquer Luthadel quickly- Ollivier had met his son on a few occassions, and remembered a weak-chinned, colourless chit of a man. He'd place himself there as the centre of power, to emulate the Lord Ruler, which meant Urteau would be in need of a new master. Ollivier was going to be that master. He just had to take care of some rodents first. Though that was the problem, wasn't it? The Skaa. They couldn't simply be exterminated. In the old days- a year ago? Strange to call that old- in the old days, they knew their place, at the bottom of the gutter. This Survivor of theirs had caused a surprising number of problems for a dead man. Once Urteau was secured, Ollivier would turn his mind towards rooting out that particularly problem. Urteau was going to be a city of scholarship. A city dedicated to study. A place for the nobility to be educated, for the Obligators to receive training in their responsibilities. That was Ollivier's ambition, his dream for the city. There would still be a need for skaa, of course, but it would be... lessened. In that regard, the Inquisitor was doing him a great service. Even so, he was looking forward to mounting it's head on his office wall. Some Roleplay, since... I haven't gone into Ollivier much. I'm still holding off my vote until this evening; for the record, I'm kind of leaning towards Eddy, Hero or Roban, so if anyone wants to try and vote that up... let me know. Eddy is mostly because of following the mistborn, Hero, I believe, is part of the significant seven, and Roban... to be honest, the focus he has on Hero seems a little suspicious to me.

Kiddish enthusiasm, from someone who found something they were really passionate about, and wanted to get themselves involved in the community? Are you past me, because that story sounds very familiar. If you do want to end up staying... well, like Jason said, you'd be welcome. It's nice to have passion about something you enjoy; after all, there's no point in growing up if you want be childish once in a while.

So, I was reading Tor, and trying to avoid Words of Radiance spoilers, when I came across this article. http://www.tor.com/blogs/2014/02/fandom-rallies-around-11-year-old-boy-who-attempted-suicide-after-bullying-over-my-little-pony And it got me thinking. I've heard good things about that show, but I've never watched it, for exactly the same reason mentioned there; being worried that it would label me as being not "normal". Having read the article, I've decided to give the show a try, and have been recording a few episodes. It might not be much, and it might be that I'll come out of it thinking "wow, that show is girly", or even that it's just not my thing, but even so, threading this article has kind of made me think about how people-and society- judge things. My Little Pony is for girls, but Avatar- that's a great, boy show. To use another example, when I was a teenager, I was very anti-Disney. Fairy tales and prince charmings? That's for children. I mean, the Lion King is an exception, because it's dark, and deep, and based on literature, but that means it's just the thing that proves the rule. Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella? That's for children, or for girls. In case it's not obvious, I want to slap the younger me on an island for five years and see how he fares. I have a friend- a male friend. We share a lot of similar interests, except in one regard. He is a big fan of YA fiction, Twilight and Hunger Games, and hates fantasy. I give him a pass on Hunger Games (it's "deep", right?) and YA fiction (I've read some YA Fantasy novels) but I tease him a lot about Twilight. He occassionally takes shots at fantasy, though I beat him to it by deriding it myself- I'm an equal oppurtunities abuser. But reading this makes me think. Yes, I make fun of Twilight because I don't think it's well written, but... I've never read it. And I've never watched the films. Because I feel like they are being marketed for girls, and I have no place in them. I don't want to read them, but that attitude is fairly damning against me. Has anyone else ever had this feeling? Being ashamed of something, or consciously ignoring stuff because it's, well, not "supposed" to be for you? (And yes, I suppose this is part confession, part discussion. And if anyone here is curious, I'll tell you what I thought of MLP after I've seen it.) EDIT: Oh, and yes, I realise all my examples have been male-based ones. That's because... well, I'm speaking from my personal experience. Someone on the comments for the article mentioned that she was told as a kid that she couldn't wear shoes with Mario on them, presumably because it's considered a guy thing. I'm just speaking from my own, personal life experiences, so that the only person I offend is myself. DOUBLE EDIT: Case in point. http://www.tor.com/blogs/2010/12/may-the-force-be-with-katie TRIPLE EDIT: A new record for me. And I've just decided curse word it. Watching something and then hiding it isn't really any better than not doing it, so... after I watch it, I'm going to start a thread here and announce my thoughts on it. I'm putting this here, in writing, as leverage so that, when I chicken out, someone can point back to this as my promise.

That's why I don't drink, really. Things tend to get messy.

So long as no one spikes our drinks, you mean.

"A question will be asked, a question which must never be answered- Doctor Whom? Doctor Whom? Doc-Tor Whom!" .. Give me a bit of time, I'll come up with better who related jokes, I swear. Those... are not much better. That's why I'm not the Kings wit. http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/5964-sadly-thisll-all-be-over-soon-for-me/?p=95201 That's... better? But not relevant here.

Began the dawnchant

You know what? You guys are right. I'm retracting my vote for Eddy. If Peng can give a good reason behind the votes, I'll put mine back in, but I need a better reason than follow the leader.

Roban, this is the second time you've voted for hero. I don't necessarily disagree, but I would be curious to know if you have some specific reason for thinking it's him over any other of the significant seven.

Heh, you have a stronger will than me elsecaller. I can't read any of the spoilers, or else I'll have to read all of them, and I'll just end up frustrated that I don't have the book yet. Anyway, welcome to the 17th Shard.

First scene and... Avery continues to be likable. The thing you said about the scar made me think it was going to be addressed sooner, rather than later, so I was a little surprised that it didn't come up... but then, this is just the excuse needed for xer to come back later on. I have to admit that El's previous 'romantic' experience with the cultist ambulance driver makes me a little apprehensive that something bad is going to come out of this connection... Still, I liked the trading of the numbers; it was pretty mature, especially considering the long build up it took Zhu and Katie to get to a similar place, and, again, the whole Sylvie a Mike thing. Actually, I have to admit, I found Miranda's worrying about the jaegers reminded me a little of Sylvies relationship with the Vees. Scene Two Another nice little conversation between the girls. I liked how this time it was Sylvie saying something potentially offensive; it seemed a little like payback for comparing her to Katie's mother. More than that, though, I liked how Katie's response was to just let it roll off her back instead of discussing it- it highlights a difference in attitude between the two. The only criticism I have is that I thought the first paragraph,mentioning finding the folders was a bit... Repetitive? I thought that that stuff had been established last session, unless that was digital content and these are physical folders, but it's a minor complaint. I also liked the moment at the end, when your teams did not instantly realise who had entered the building- it was another little moment that semes realistic. Scene three Again, Miranda's reference to my car puts me in mind of Sylvie and the AVees. It's different, of course, since Jaegers aren't sentiment, but Miranda humanising them while Sylvie dehumanises the Vees seems like it's an intentional point. Also, wiki leaks? By thecendvofvthis campaign, Sylvie had better be outed as a member of the Rising Tide. Scene four You know, I think this might be the first time you used the word scrounge in the actual sessions. Anyway, again, I like the interactions between everyone, but particularly between Sylvie and Seiko. They might still be insulting each other, with the tar/ocarina quips, but it feels more comradely than it did in earlier sessions, at least on seiko's side. Sylvie is still a little more venomous in her insults, but I do think that she's warming up to him slightly. And I, personally, can't wait to see Sylvie on the dance floor. Is there a word for laughter better than hilarious? Scene Five Place your bets, folks, place your bets! Scene Six I think it's a sign of how much my appreciation for Seiko has grown that I don't find his clothing for clubbing strange. If you had told me at the beginning of the campaign that he would be going to a night club in a dress and tights, I probably wouldn't have believed you. It's more of what I've been saying about Seiko becoming more humanised as this campaign has gone on, and I like it. And it looks like I was right to be leery of Avery, given what the Marshall said. Yes, it's still entirely possible that xe could have just been that good at identifying what the bomb was... but again,mgiven El's past record (and my suspicions of her loyalty early on) I'm bracing myself for the worst. Scene Seven Have we heard the name Yegerov before? It sounds a little familiar, but .i can't remember if that was the name of the Jaeger pilot Sylvie knew or not. So, as a minor point, is Eleanor drinking a factor in the game the same way Sylvie being tempted by tech is? The ending, again, is a bit ominous. For some reason, being addressed by a Russian gang leader(assuming that's what she is) is the sort of situation that doesn't fill me with confidence in the situation And... Miranda and Seiko. They've really started being pushed together more this act, as a couple. Granted, Seiko doesn't seem entirely aware of what's going on whenever he pulls away from her in the club, but given his awkwardness in the first scenes to want to play her boyfriend, it's a pretty safe bet, in my mind, that they both know what's going on. The question now, really, is how long it'll take for them to act on that. Sorry for the brief descriptions this time.

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Edge dancer hasn't really stood outfit me beyond the comedy drunk posts' which I assume would be a better cover than inactivity... sorry Eddy Quillion still has orders to follow the Mistborn.

I steel can't think of a decent pun for this thread. Sorry guys; anytime I have a surge of inspiration, it's burned away. I've tapped all my creative resources, and I just can't seem to lash onto a good idea. I actually had a brilliant idea while I was sleeping, but by the time I awakened, it was gone. At this rate I'm going to span all my time reeding these without coming up with any of my own.

Mostly a joke Dyring, don't worry, I'm not going to lynch you. Even an Obligatory can appreciate the art of booze-making. Peng, if you're confident in the guilt of the rioter, I'll follow Kurk and vote for him, but that still leaves one Inwuiditor/concert you don't suspect. I've wondering, not only über-tin (as above) but if there could be some sort of uber-smoking at work, covering the inquisitor and his helper.

Hmm, this has become quite the little role playing thread, hasn't it? I'd be proud, but it's mostly been thanks to you guys keeping this active. I'll update the roster ASAP. You might have noticed my being a little more active these days, which is a sign my sabbatical is,mostly, over. I'll just edit this post with a little RP, then get back in the fight. --- The lights on the board were flashing. Penguin was smart, Quiver thought, looking up at it. He was coordinating the Elendel with the Inquisition. The Elendel was an exploratory ship; it didn't have the kind of firearms some of the other ships did. The sight of the small, blinking light sandwiched between the Inquisition on one end and the Catquisitors on the other alone Quiver reason to worry. Then the Dominions arrived. He had already left the ship by then, and wasn't aware of their arrival until he arrived... here. The planet had a name, probably, but he didn't know it. It was just a shattered old world drifting in space. The star charts designated it YOLEN. He wasn't supposed to be there. But then, neither was the facility. "Appreciating your work, Captain?" Quiver didn't bother to look at the figure behind him. They would be in disguise, anyway. These Section 17 types really went in for that. "Not my fault," he answered unenthusiastically. "The Borg-" "Would have attacked eventually," the other finished. "Yes. When we were more prepared. Vice Admiral Chaos' reports were very insightful on them. We might have found a way to kill them. Eventually." Quiver turned. The man behind him had a dark beard and eyes, with a smile playing on his lips. He didn't look like someone who should be in a secret base. He looked like a storyteller. "What did you have right now?" He asked. The man grinned, and beckoned him down a hallway. The path was strewn with artifacts and scientists, working on things Quiver didn't fully understand. Realmantics made his head spin. That was why he had a science officer. Yes, he reminded himself. Had.. If theElendel survived, if the enemy was beaten back, if they somehow lived through this... he wasn't going to be in command anymore. All it was going to take was someone going to his quarters, finding him missing, for him to be declared a deserter. And maybe he was; he was falling this man down a hall, while they were fighting and dying on the frontlines. A nearby object caught his attention. He was glad for the distraction. "What's this?" He asked, approaching it. It was an old fashioned phase pistol, sitting on a pedestal. It was holstered- no. Taking a closer look, it was more than that. It was strapped into the holster. "Type IV Awakened Object," his guide replied. "Someone obviously thought a sword wasn't uncivilised enough." "You've got a magic gun?" Quiver lifted the weapon, and strapped it to his waist. "Where'd you purchase that?" "Nalthis. What do you think you're doing?" "The same thing I'm doing with everything else here. Requisitioning it." The guide smiled again, and turned down the hall. Quiver waited a moment then, when it didn't seem a trap, followed. "I have to say, I was surprised to see you, captain. I thought this wasn't your 'thing'." "It isn't," Quiver answered. "Protecting the people I care about, the worlds safeguarded by Cosmerefleet... That's my thing." "In that case, Quiver, I have to say, you have failed your world." The words stung, because they were true. "I know," Quiver said, so soft it must have been a whisper. "But I'm going to put it right." Somehow, the other man still heard him. "And how do you plan on doing that? You do have a plan don't you?" "I'm not one for plans," Quiver confessed. "But I know things I need. I'll put together the rest on the way." "You have a list?" "A ship. Fast, stealthy. Enough firepower to cover the rest of the fleets retreat if it comes to it." "We wanted to test the Highstorm anyway." "A crew for it. Combat-ready. An experienced boarding party." "You plan on getting up close, captain?" "I do. And there's one more thing." The most important thing. The guide looked curious. "I want the Element." A silence filled the room. "Which element do you want?" The guide finally said. "There 's a table full of them." "Don't play dumb," Quiver said. His hand went to the hilt of his new gun. "The Element. Lerasium. I want it." His guide cocked his head. Finally, slowly, he asked, "What world are you from, captain?" "One like this," he answered. "An unimportant shardworld." "I've never known anyone -anyplace- that was unimportant, captain." A smile quirked Quiver's lips. "Neither have I. So I don't intend to lose it. Give me the lerasium." His guide paused for a moment, then extracted something from his pockets. It was a small bead. He handled it irreverently, but softly, as though it were delicate, pressing it into Quiver's hands. "I hope you know what you are doing, captain," he said. "The battle that rages above us is just one part of a greater conflict. This element was to have a role in that. Don't waste it." "I won't," Quiver promised, pocketing the gem. He met his guides dark eyes steadily, and after a moment, the latter grinned and stepped away. "I'll have the Highstorm prepared. I'll try and round up a crew too, but no guarantees. Few people want to be involved in war." Quiver nodded, and his guide turned to leave. Before he passed the doors, though, the Captain called. "Wait. I have to ask something." He swallowed. "After you... approached me before... I looked you up. I looked Section 17 up. In every database I could find." The man in black was silent. "I found nothing. Anywhere. Section 17 doesn't exist." The guides lips twitched. "That's why they call it a secret, captain." "No, that's what they call impossible," he insisted. "I looked everywhere. And there was nothing." "Does this have a point, captain?" "My world... had legends. Stories. About people who could travel between worlds, without a starship. And others who could travel through time itself. And there were whispers about one person in particular. He had different faces, and different names, and no one knew who he was,nor what he was really doing. But my world, we thought he was a hero. We called him the Storyteller. Other people said he was called Hoid. That he was someone with so many things that the entire universe was a playground for him to run in." His guide frowned. "You asking if I'm this... Storyteller of yours captain? Because of all the things I have here." Quiver hesitated, then nodded. The man in black grinned. "Captain, if I was Hoid, do you think I'd stay in a place like this?" "You're right. I'd expect Hoid to have more class." The other man's eyes sparkled. "Ah," he said, "but maybe that's what I want you to think? Take a seat and work that one out captain- I'll get your ship ready. You have a long road ahead."

Perhaps we're looking at this the wrong way. What if the messages are an actual clue to what's going on? Who is the one person who could easily leave messages without being suspected, and the one person who destroys them every day? Okay, so, accusing during is based on RP stuff, and probably wildly inaccurate. But, right now, I don't have any ideas. I admit to a feeling of slight vindication in digits death being inconclusively, but beyond that... Any ideas? I'm still a little unsure how to proceed, short of having everyone rattle their roles off to be verified by Peng.