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  1. Elbereth
    ...Storming puns... What? If this kill wasn't redirected by someone, then the Grandbow user is definitely not an eliminator. Even if the eliminators were to kill one of their own teammates like that, the Grandbow user would have to tell someone ahead of time in order to be cleared, and even then I seriously doubt they'd kill their Artifabrian. It'd be much more intelligent to kill an eliminator without a role, if they were going to at all (which really seems unwise in the first place). What's more, this seems like you're trying to awkwardly put suspicion on the Grandbow user, Sheep. Just saying. That said, I don't actually trust whoever has the Grandbow, because having an action redirected to a teammate is certainly possible. (Also, Sheep, please try not to double post in the future. ) Um... Kas did that to prove a point. The point that gut votes are good for the eliminators and unhelpful to everyone else, in fact. I feel like you missed that bit. As I say above, redirects are possible, so the Gb user could be a Ghostblood. It's unlikely, but still possible. Also, another possibility just occured to me: It could have been a failed WGG. If someone was supposed to protect Orlok but didn't for whatever reason (roleblocked, item stolen, lied about intent to protect Orlok if it wasn't an eliminator), that could make sense. Also unlikely, sure. But it's possible, so I thought I'd bring it up. To be fair, I feel like I usually do that. But it is a bad habit of mine, so thanks to you and everyone else who did for pointing it out. I'll try to stop doing that. (Thus, my vote on Sheep.) 'Allë finally drew to a halt in front of Brightness Mahiri's house. She collapsed against the Soulcasted wall, gasping. It felt like she'd been running for days. She sank down the wall to the ground, relaxing for a moment. There was a nice view of the nearest ravine from here. The crack sank down into the ground, sharp and jagged like the edge of a well-used knife. But soon she forced herself to her feet, hoisting the satchel up on her back again and making sure the papers hadn't been stolen. Fortunately, they were still there. She stared at them for a moment. They weren't even sealed... She couldn't resist. She ducked into the alley between Mahiri's house and the next building. She pulled out the first page. Brightness Mahiri, it read. It has come to my attention, through numerous sources, that you are a member of the organization known as the Ghostbloods, who are suspected to have orchestrated the assassination of the late King Naladar. She stopped reading, hands shaking slightly, and carefully replaced the paper back into her satchel. This was not something meant for her eyes. Some information was just too important to know. She could get killed if she got involved in this kind of thing. She brushed ineffectually at her dusty uniform, then emerged from the alley and entered Brightlady Mahiri's home. She was in her study, writing, when Tintallë found her. "Brightness Mahiri? Message for you." She nodded, and Allë handed over the papers as innocently as she could. "From brightlord Terneas, m'lady." Brightness Mahiri frowned. "Terneas? I don't know why he would..." her fingers tightened on the papers. Tintallë didn't dare look at her face. After waiting an appropriate interval, she asked quietly, "Will there be a reply, Brightness?" Mahiri managed to look up after a minute. "I... I suppose there will be. Yes." Storm it. I have to run all the way back, too? Tintallë carefully didn't react as the brightlady wrote a response. Her hands were shaking slightly. Mahiri carefully sealed the letter and handed it to Tintallë, neglecting to even include a tip. Allë bowed correctly and went out without a word. She paused for a moment in front of the house, looking down the long road ahead of her, but then sighed and started running.
  2. Elbereth
    Okay. I didn't know DC had given you reasons that she was trusted past heiring, and I was mostly concerned about that.Yeah, I'd agree that if one is an eliminator, the other is basically clear. I'm officially an idiot. Ignore both of those things. They can't, I don't think. Shards and Soulcasters can't be stolen. Yeah, I just took out everything else instead of bolding the relevant part and forgot to take out the (emphasis added) tag."Random" isn't exactly the word I mean there. It's like... Within the pool of everyone (every villager, that is) playing, there are kind of three sections. One section is people like Alv, Wilson, Kas, who would be really nice for the eliminators to kill but will almost certainly be protected N1, resulting in a wasted kill. Another pool is people who are not great as targets for a few reasons (inactivity - ex. it wouldn't be fair to kill Seonid, really, and even true inactives are going to be less useful to target in the long run because they aren't adding anything to the opposition; newness - not fair to kill someone N1 of their first game; or usefulness - if they can be manipulated into helping you, you don't want to kill them). The third pool is everyone in between. That would be people like Burnt, Mark, Twei, phatt... and Araris. I don't think he was killed for anything he did this game, but out of respect for his showings in past games (while at the same time not high profile enough to be protected). That's how I'm thinking about his death, at least. Um, can you clarify? Also, heirs aren't declared with red text. Not sure what you're getting at here. Um. Not really? I have people who I think are loyal, but I haven't seen anything that suspicious. (I'm a little bit like Joe in that way, picking out people I trust before people I suspect, though to a lesser extent.) Wilson reads as neutral right now, which is actually more reassuring than would be her reading as good. For Alv I have a very slight amount of trust due to something said in a PM. Nyali, I trust you to a certain extent. Or at the very least, I don't want you lynched yet. You've been contributing a lot, and I like that.Other than that... I don't have anything at the moment. I'll try to go over the thread again in the next couple of days, now that I'm free from GMing. (I'm freeeeeeeeee....) Oh, and I agree with Wilson about not having dictator plans. Those are not fun.
  3. Elbereth
    Long post incoming. I mean... First off, this is assuming that DC is innocent. Which is not the same thing as you trusting him. You're implying he's flat-out cleared, and (as far as I know) that's not the case. Second, on't rely on DC. Draw your own conclusions. There's no reason he has to be right in who he trusts just because you think he's innocent. After all, you know you're innocent, for a fact (assuming you actually are). So trust your own thoughts over anyone else's.Also, I get the feeling that Luna being DC's heir is based on friendship rather than actual trust. Wilson's always playing you. Question is which side she's playing you for. Making the Shardbearer attack isn't actually a bad thing in this case, though. It gave at least a chance of the Soulcaster not falling into GB hands. Which is a good thing. Maill, if Orlok made the kill on Elodin and died at the same time, would the kill still go through? And if it would, does the Shardbearer have a 100% chance of getting the item in that case? Given that Orlok had no other items and the Artifabrian power can only be used once a night (I think?), he seems like an ideal person to make the kill for the eliminator team. Agreed on this point. And to further it, we know that the Ghostbloods had an Artifabrian. They had an extra kill every three nights from the beginning, in addition to any kill roles they got from heiring/killing. So it seems even more unlikely for them to have also started with a kill role. (Side note - At the same time, the Grandbow user isn't completely cleared because of the possibility of Soulcasting.) Also, I just realized. If you look at the order of actions, thieving is first. Before giving away items. So, Wilson, it wouldn't have mattered if you'd given the Reverser away or not. The thief would still have stolen it. Which is yet another big point against public heiring, in my opinion. The second part of this question has been cleared up, I think, but the first point stands. Didn't we get a clarification that everyone started wtih 1-3 items? So he must have given an item away. Which is odd. My only potential suggestion would be that Orlok knew he was going to die and gave all his items away first? Dunno how much sense that makes, though. I'd agree with this. And in addition, if they waited a cycle or two before killing anyone, it could easily be passed off as a Villager killing people, rather than an eliminator. Obviously this didn't work, because there were kills on the first night. But that would definitely be a potential explanation. Maybe? My contact has not mentioned you, but I've now asked. To my understanding, he would never have shown up as having an item. The item immediately goes to his target. The salient point here isn't when each item falls in the order of actions, but when Artifabrianing does. You can't use an item the same night you receive it from an Artifabrian. You have to use it the next night (or day if it's a reverser). If he attempted to create an item last night (which seems very likely), it wouldn't have happened. So the only item he could have created would be whatever he did N1. One interesting question that is tangentially related is whether a killed player would show up as having an item if it was an Artifabrian item they'd used that night. Maill? Eh, this point isn't that valid, I don't think. That wouldn't be the reasoning for killing him, anyway. He seems like a reasonable random/fear kill. Luna wouldn't have much to do with it, I don't think. About the code - I'm not going to try to break it. It's either a predetermined code for his teammates (in which case we're probably not going to get it without the key) or designed to make us waste time. Which I refuse to do. RP will come today (since I don't have a final RP to write, finally...), later.
  4. Elbereth
    I'll wholeheartedly second that, once I recover from two final writeups in two days. >> Not GMing two games at once means a lot more time. Yay. Maybe I'll finally be able to do that RP I've been promising for days...
  5. Elbereth
    Conclusion - I See The Light Tindomë didn’t set up Alendi’s tent high on the rock that night. Instead, it was tucked away into a corner. She set herself to keep guard that night, tapping bronze to stay alert. She couldn’t maintain this sort of thing all the way up the mountain, she knew, but perhaps she’d find someone she trusted to help. Until then, however, she’d just have to keep watch by herself. The campfire was indistinct from where she was sitting, but if she had tapped tin, she would have seen Trelagist in deep conversation with Jonly. “I don’t have any stores of pewter left,” Jonly was saying. “I can’t help. But can you promise me, please?” Trelagist looked at him. “If this odorous creature is not a traitor, I shall come after you,” he pronounced finally. “But I shall do as you ask.” Later that night, a stirring. Trelagist crept slowly from his sleeping roll, standing up ever so quietly and moving towards the smell. At least he didn’t have to find the traitor. He just had to follow his nose. He found the packman at last, a scrawny little man whose smell was so awful that Trelagist held his breath. He knelt beside the man, drew his dagger, and placed a hand over the man’s mouth while stabbing directly between two ribs. “Are you a traitor?” he whispered harshly. “I’ll give you your goldmind if you tell me the truth.” The man’s eyes bulged, and he began shaking his head frantically. “Are you sure? I don’t care if you are or not. But if you lie, you will die.” The man continued shaking his head vehemently, pleading with his eyes. Trelagist sighed. “Looks like it’s time to confront Jonly,” he whispered to himself, pulling his dagger out of the body. He reached for the metalminds that he’d noticed beside the bedroll. His hands met flat ground. He twisted, keeping his hand on the man’s mouth to keep him quiet, and turned to look, peering through the mists. Jonly smiled back at him. “Looking for this?” he whispered, voice carrying to Trelagist’s ears perfectly in the still night air. He dangled a small ring from his fingers. The goldmind. Trelagist looked back at the man, who only had perhaps a minute to live, if he was lucky. Trelagist stood. “Give that to me! He confessed. He’s innocent!” Jonly took a few steps forward, proffering the ring. But as Trelagist reached for the ring, he used his other, previously concealed hand to slice through Trelagist’s throat. “I’m truly sorry,” he whispered conversationally, as he caught Trelagist to muffle his fall. “I usually love to talk to anyone I kill, let them get a feel for my perspective, you know? I don’t do this without remorse or regret. I don’t have a choice in the matter, really. You just have to understand where I’m coming from.” He arranged the two bodies to his satisfaction, then stood looking down at them. “There was too much of a chance that you’d call for help, though. And I couldn’t have that. Practicality before anything else, right?” He sighed, patting Trelagist’s limp arm. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning, then. Sleep well.” When the two bodies were discovered the next morning, apparently having stabbed each other, Tindomë frowned. There was no way to verify their innocence or guilt for sure. But her instincts said they were traitors, having a spat about who would take the Well’s power, perhaps. The bodies were buried as well as possible within the few minutes she gave the packmen. Even that was begrudging, though, because the days were growing shorter now, and the light would fade away completely soon. Even at high noon, looking up, Tindomë could barely see the sun through the mists. That night, they set up camp on the path. It wasn’t like anyone else would be coming through, after all. “We’re close.” Tindomë looked around at the faces lit by the campfire. “The Well of Ascension’s legendary location is near, and Alendi can sense it somehow.” She hadn’t asked how. She didn’t need to know. “He must reach the well. It’s my hope that the traitors died last night. But we must still be on our guard. Perhaps one is still among us, lurking, waiting for the right moment.” She shook her head. “That’s all. Be wary, be vigilant, be careful. And we may yet make it out of this alive.” With that, she returned to her tent. And that night, there were no deaths. Talion walked with her the next day. “Do you think we’ve caught the traitors, finally?” he asked. “I mean, no one died. Surely that means they’re dead?” She looked at him. “I hope so, Talion. I dearly hope that’s the case.” But there was no kill the next night, either, although someone did manage to push the mushroom into the fire again. Tindomë never managed to get a clear answer about who. In any case, it didn’t matter. The Well was within a day’s walk. The journey was almost over! The small, insignificant line of packmen walked up the trail, led by a nearly entranced Alendi. He was paying no attention to Tindomë at this point. He knew the way. All she had to do was make sure he got enough food to keep going. Finally, the trail ended at a flat swath of stone in front of the entrance to a cave. It was dark, and the mists seemed to swirl about it. This was the place. Alendi started forward. “Be careful!” Tindomë called, although she knew he didn’t hear. He paused reverently at the mouth of the cavern for a moment, and then it struck Tindomë. She turned to Talion. “We did it! I can’t believe it. We actually, really, managed it.” He shook his head. “No, Aunt. You did it.” He smiled. She grinned. “Yes, well, I suppose so. But you all helped out!” She couldn’t stop smiling. Perhaps the world wouldn’t end after all. She exuberantly hugged Talion, who gave a surprised oof, but then relaxed into the hug. After a moment, she felt wetness on her shoulders. “Talion... Are you crying?” “I’m sorry, Aunt,” he said sadly. Then he stabbed her in the back. She gasped, falling to the ground. She barely registered the chaos around her, only Talion’s devastated face. “Talion... why...” He dropped his dagger, red with her lifeblood, and knelt beside her. “No, no, I can’t, I won’t, I can’t do this anymore.” He sobbed. “Aunt, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. But... Alendi can’t reach the Well.” He held up a hand to stop her from saying anything. “No, no, you don’t understand. He’s not the Hero. He never was. The prophecy changed, you see. The prophecy fit him, not the other way around. If Alendi releases the power at the well, the world will fall!” “Talion!” called Dyfwyl. “Get over here and help me! Just kill her already!” He looked at his dagger for a moment. Then, slowly, he picked it up, trembling. Then he dragged her pack over to her. “Heal yourself,” he whispered. “Then go. Find somewhere to go, far, far away from here, where none of us will ever find you.” He bent down and reverently kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.” Kholwa winced, trying to ignore the screaming voice in his head. You fool! What are you doing! Kill the traitors! Alendi must reach the well! How had he ever trusted that voice? It was madness incarnate. But the voice was hard to hear in any case over the urge he felt. To maim, to kill, to destroy. He struck down Zin with a blow, then turned and caught Malcen with a punch to the gut. He leaped after Malcen to finish him off, but Malcen scrambled away just in time. He felt a nasty pricking on his back, and turned to see Zin stabbing him with a dagger. He roared, trying to smash Zin, but Zin was too nimble. Then Dyfwyl stepped in front of him and engaged Zin with a dagger of his own. Kholwa was angry for a moment - How dare that idiot get in the way of my battle? - but his attention was quickly drawn by Malcen’s hit to his head. He found both Kajundi and Malcen facing him when he turned, and threw himself into the fray. Kajundi was dispatched after a while with a hard kick to the head, and Malcen didn’t take long to follow suit. Kholwa turned, looking for other targets, but the battleground was silent now. Only Talion, Dyfwyl, and Kholwa still stood, battered and bloody, and he wouldn’t kill them, no matter that he felt the urge to. Dyfwyl bent over each body, making sure they were all dead. Kholwa simply stood there, watching him, slowly recovering from the bloodlust. He saw the battleground again, without red tinged eyes: Three silent corpses, fallen to the ground like autumn leaves. He sighed, and closed his eyes. Then Talion brought them both back to focus. “Alendi,” he said grimly. Jonly slipped through the confusion following Tindomë’s death easily, weaving around the battling men and ducking into the cave entrance after Alendi. He lightly ran down the long corridor, showing no evidence of the “sprain” he’d gotten the other day. Finally, he saw Alendi in the distance. The Hero was walking slowly and deliberately, like a priest performing the most ancient and honored rites. Jonly ran up behind him as quietly as he could. But as he got closer, he saw that it didn’t matter. Alendi didn’t care about anything but the Well, now. He grinned. “Well, in that case,” he said, half expecting a reaction. But there was none, so he went on. “You always seemed like a nice person, Alendi, and I’m sorry to see you die. But, well, you can’t reach the Well of Ascension, okay? Just trust me on that. It’d be bad.” He hesitated. “Besides, I need that power for something else.” Alendi reached the end of the tunnel, with Joe only a few paces behind, and emerged into a perfectly round cavern. In the middle of the floor was a beautiful, glowing white pool. Jonly’s breath caught at the sight. “Oh, I have to deal with you first, don’t I?” he said. He pulled out his dagger, the same which he’d ended Misan and Lucy’s lives with. Then he quickly moved in front of Alendi, and cut his throat with as practiced a motion as that of a butcher with a pig. Alendi kept walking for a few steps, but slowly collapsed to the ground until he lay on the ground, blood spreading from his fallen body. Jonly spared it hardly a glance, walking towards the glowing pool of the light in nearly as much of a trance as Alendi had been. He stood at the edge for a moment. There was no telling how deep the pool was, nor how it would react to mortal flesh. But it called to him, that blue-white brilliance, and he couldn’t resist the call. He stepped into the glowing liquid. His toes touched the water, and after that he couldn’t stop himself. The pool was not very deep, he found, not at the edges. But as he moved into the middle, it became deeper, until he was standing in water up to his waist. He closed his eyes, and was enveloped by the power. He heard a soft, gentle voice, telling him to release the power. But he ignored that voice. He knew what he wanted to do. With a deep breath, he extended his hands, and he took in the power. And he was surrounded by light. Light. Brilliant, beautiful incandescence, unchanging and everlasting and pure, radiating out into the infinite and reflecting back into him, still and calm and serene. The power of preservation enfolded him and kept him, and suddenly he could see what was, and what could be. Jonly opened his eyes, and he smiled. ThatTinyStrawMan was a Loyal Terrisman! Trelagist was a Loyal Terrisman! Stink was a Loyal Terrisman! Kynedath was a Loyal Terrisman! Malcen was a Loyal Terrisman! Kajundi was a Loyal Terrisman! The game is over. The Traitors win, with not a single death! Player List Docs Traitor Doc Dead Doc Spec Doc Master Spreadsheet Final thoughts will come in a few days, once I finish the one for LG19.
  6. Elbereth
    I definitely told you to go to sleep at least once in MR13, yes. And that's my longest PM, too. I am sad to see it go.
  7. Elbereth
    Cycle is over! And has been for a while now. Oops.
  8. Elbereth
    Writeup will be late again today, by the way. Apologies.
  9. Elbereth
    Depends on how you define honest.
  10. Elbereth
    I said this exact thing my first game. First here, in thread. And then in a PM, this happened: Guess what happened the next day... >>
  11. Elbereth
    Hey, I was honest. I never lied to you. There's a reason I said I was a Sidhe GM. I always tell the truth. Technically. Also, I feel like you missed when I added this:
  12. Elbereth
    I know the original LG11 counted as semi-broken, and I don't know if this was any better.... Then again, the Spiked did win.I am so glad we didn't put Kandra in, though, Hael. Double-enhanced Ironpull plus Kandra would definitely have been bad for the balance. Assuming there was any balance to begin with...
  13. Elbereth
    I like her. Can we keep her forever?
  14. Elbereth
    Kas, have I mentioned lately that you're a wonderful person? I just came from reading the Championship game, and I desperately needed some sanity. Thanks for the refreshingly rational and logical post. My point was more that if you contact a Thief you're probably going to get your spanreed stolen, but taking down village communications is an equally valid point. It certainly doesn't make them more trusted if there's at least one Spanreed known to be in the hands of the Ghostbloods.
  15. Elbereth
    Indeed. I intended to include it in the final writeup, but kind of forgot by the time it rolled around. Oops.
  16. Elbereth
    Yeah. You were converted to a Spiked, then Ascended. You definitely won.
  17. Elbereth
    I suspect that they're afraid because if they do PM, they'll either be suspected as Shardbearers (by any Ghostblood they contact) or as a Ghostblood (by everyone else). Which is a bit of a detriment, I'd say.
  18. Elbereth
    You're... only kind of welcome. If only you hadn't gone after Hael... >> Would have been fun to see what you did with it, though.
  19. Elbereth
    Conclusion: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story Tilion seemed to find his voice. “You! It’s you! You killed Sumath!” She shook her head. “I didn’t, Tilion. He was already dying when I found him. All I managed to hear were his last words. ‘The smell, the smell, the smell’, if you’re curious. And then you found me, and ran off without giving me the chance to explain myself...” He frowned, clearly unwilling to accept her story. “What have you done with Lady Laurelin?” “I am Lady Laurelin, Tilion. Well, kind of.” He looked no less confused, and she sighed. “Laurelin and I... it’s like we’re two halves of the same person, kind of. I have all of her memories, for instance. I remember meeting Mayor Axies and the nice talk we had with him, for instance. But I don’t have her personality. I’m what she is at night. Kind of. It’s complicated. Basically, call me Telperion, okay? I’m Laurelin’s alter ego.” “...Right. But... you killed Sumath! I saw you!” “If I had really killed Sumath, would I still be here trying to talk some sense into you?” “Yeah, but... Who are you?” “I’m... I’m a traveller. I journey, passing through, helping out, learning. I do what I can. Sometimes that means killing.” Yes, that’s a Doctor Who reference. Couldn’t resist. “But not here. I would not kill a single member of this town for all the world.” She stared into his eyes, hoping he’d see how sincere she was. He frowned, but nodded. “I won’t trust you. But I’ll follow your lead.” She sighed. “If I wanted you dead, you would be, okay? Just rest assured that I don’t.” It didn’t seem to make him any more comfortable with the situation, but he followed without further protest, and Telperion turned her attention to guiding them through the misty streets and leading them into a particular building she’d had her eye on for a while. ArSel gasped. Was that what he thought it was? Reverently, he pulled the bead of lerasium out from where it had been hidden in the shadows. Another one? Harmony has truly blessed me! He stared at the bead, turning it over and over in his hand. How does this help, though? How do I find the Spiked? The bead stopped rolling around his hand. What if I just... pull the Spikes out? You can’t normally, I know, but with three lerasium beads? Surely it’d be possible. He took a deep breath. Then he dropped the bead into a vial of all the metals, and downed it in a gulp. And there it was. The lerasium. He burned Iron. Then duralumin. Then lerasium. And he pulled. Jala crept through the darkness, searching for the glint of shiny things. There! She stalked over to Star Thief’s hoard. The girl was asleep in the middle of it. She stomped, the loud crack! of the boot against the pavement waking Star Thief up with a start. “You killed Verre, didn’t you? You’ve been watching us all along, trying to get us to turn on each other while you just look innocent and cute. Well, I won’t stand for it anymore.” She grabbed a couple of coins from her pouch. “Shiny!” “I wouldn’t be surprised if you Spiked yourself just because Spikes are shiny,” she said thoughtfully, then shook her head. “Sorry. But I have to do this.” But before she could Push the coins at Star Thief, she stopped. Star Thief had just pulled out... “What is that? Where did you get it?” “Shiny!” Star Thief repeated brightly. The hammer shone silver in her hand. “You have been killing, then,” Jala said grimly. “There’s no other purpose for something like that.” She Pushed the coins into Star Thief’s body. The girl convulsed, once, twice, then fell to the floor. “Shiny...” she said weakly. Jala’s heart hurt, but she knelt down to check for spikes, as her duty. But there were no spikes, only four bloody holes. Four? But I only shot two coins... Then that was replaced by more immediate concerns. The roof creaked alarmingly, and then slowly started moving towards the town center. She tapped Zinc. Or, at least, she tried. But something was wrong. Nothing was happening! It was like her powers had just... stopped working? She tried burning Pewter. It wasn’t as strong as it had become since she’d burned lerasium, but at least it still worked. And the other Allomantic powers seemed fine... She shook her head. She couldn’t afford to worry about that right now. She had to get out! She ran towards the nearest door, stepping over Star Thief’s corpse with a last passing glance. She collided head-first into someone else, throwing her to the floor. When she managed to pick herself up, she saw that Myte was lying down, too. “Are you okay? I’m sorry!” “I’m okay,” he managed. “Do you have any idea what’s happening?” She shook her head. “Everything’s just... moving.” The opposite wall was moving, too. Slowly, but it was moving towards them. Jala looked frantically towards the door, then groaned as she saw it was already crushed. The wall was speeding up now. Jala hoisted Myte off the floor and ran towards the side. Maybe she’d be able to break out somewhere? She grinned. The supports were made of metal! She doused a vial of metal, moving quicker than she had thought she could, then burned duralumin and steel. She Pushed on the wall with all her might. Which had the obvious effect of sending her flying backwards to hit the other wall. She groaned, losing consciousness for a moment. Should have practiced more with Steel... She Pushed again, trying to break through the support. But it was much harder to push on than any other metal she’d tried in the little practicing she had done, oddly, and she seemed to be making no headway. Finally she collapsed to the floor, exhausted, looking across the room to Myte, and mutely shook her head. Harmony, help us. Preservation, preserve us. She repeated the mantra again and again, until the world exploded in a brilliant flash of light. Telperion held up a hand. She peeked around a pile of crates, and there was Arsel. She couldn’t quite make out what he was doing... Tilion stuck his head out beneath hers, watching cautiously. Arsel tilted his head back, drinking a vial of metals. Then he reached out to either side, like he was being stretched apart by two ropes. Then Telperion’s perspective changed. He wasn’t being pulled apart by two ropes. He was pulling them together. Small pieces of metal started flying towards him. First the few miscellaneous pens and nails and scraps lying on the floor. The bubble quickly expanded, though. All of the nails were ripped out of the crates in front of her. Then Telperion’s dagger was ripped out of her hand, joining the metals beginning to cluster around Arsel’s body. She turned around quickly, eyes widening, and pushed Tilion with her to the ground. But as she did so, two small things, moving too fast to see, emerged from Tilion’s heart. She gasped as they pierced all the way through her and exited the other side. “Telperion!” Tilion gasped. “Are you okay?” She fell to the ground completely. “Lie down,” she whispered. “Get out of the way of the Ironpull.” He lay beside her, face full of concern. “But what happened?” “I... wasn’t quite... fast enough,” she gasped, breaths coming harder now. “Tilion, listen. You have to go.” “I’m not leaving you,” he said mulishly. She ignored him. “Someone needs to know about all of this. I’m dying, Tilion. Leave me. Leave here...” she took a deep shuddering breath. Her body was dying, but she needed to say this. “Continue my work. Travel. Help wherever you can... Tell my story. Tell the story of this village and what happened here.” She reached out and grabbed his arm, or tried to. “And make sure it never happens again.” She smiled at him. “Go...” He didn’t go, so she sighed. Then she slowly, peacefully, closed her eyes, and stopped breathing. She heard him sob. “No. Telperion, Laurelin, no!” She remained still. And at last, she heard him slowly move away, and took a deep, slow breath. Well, at least the boy has some sense, she thought. She opened her eyes again, watching objects fly over her head. More, and more, and more, nails and pins and steel girders and hammers and rivets and screws, chairs and wrought iron gates and roof beams and glitter. And spikes. Every spike that had ever been placed into a “Twinborn”, from every grave of every person who’d ever lived in the town since the Catacendre. They streamed past, blurring together as her vision went in and out of focus. Then she seemed to see a light. Is this it? I’ve often wondered what the afterlife felt like... But she was still most definitely in pain, so she couldn’t be dead yet. Right? The glowing wasn’t uniform, she saw. It seemed to be emanating from ArSel’s direction. The light grew so bright that she wanted to close her eyes, but she kept them open. And so she was the only one to see ArSel when he rose out of the huge ball of metal, glowing brighter and brighter, until he finally Ascended in a burst of glory. She smiled. As ill-advised as it might be to have ArSel become Preservation, particularly so soon after being Spiked many times over, it was a beautiful sight. The torch was passed, her time was over, and she was beholding the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen. And so she died smiling, and went to the next great adventure. SilverDragon was a Spiked with Electrum/Iron and hfGold! Burnt was a Twinborn with Pewter/Zinc and every Allomantic power! Mark was a Twinborn with Chromium/Brass! Araris was Preservation with every Allomantic power thrice over and Feruchemical Steel! The Game is over. The Spiked win! Player List Docs Evil Doc Kandra Doc Dead Doc Spec Doc GM Doc Other Notes
  20. Elbereth
    Quick post before I go back to working on LG19. Okay. Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were aware. Cool. I'd say this level of activity seems about the same as usual, I think. The content is maybe a little less than usual? I don't think it's that unusual, though.After refreshing: Yeah, basically what Lopen said. Um... how is this helpful, though? Confirming what items someone has in no way clears them.
  21. Elbereth
    Sorry, forgot to mention this before now. The writeup will be somewhat late tonight, as I only just got home and Phatt is still gone somewhere, I think. I'll try to make the wait worth it.
  22. Elbereth
    Pure fluff, to my knowledge.
  23. Elbereth
    Trelagist, no PMs are allowed unless you have a Spanreed, and so no one will be able to PM you until Night. At which time Wilson will, for that night at least. But in general, unless people actually start using Spanreeds, you'll just have to do with the thread. Nyali, changing the meaning of a post is definitely not allowed. Editing to make your point more clear is fine, as long as it's within a reasonable time period.
  24. Elbereth
    Nyali, do you mind editing that into your last post rather than double posting? Double posts aren't all that customary around here, except in certain circumstances when no one's posted for hours or the like. As for your list, I'd say I trust Zas from what he has posted. And Kas'... basically nonsense, really... isn't alignment indicative, I'd say. Other than that, I'd have to go back and look again, which I may do later but can't right now.
  25. Elbereth
    Okay. I can see how that could be balanced. Still seems unlikely to me, honestly, but I accept that it's possible. While (as others have said) the Ghostbloods could have a Shardblade from the start, there's also no reason they couldn't have a Grandbow for a second kill. My intention was the latter claim, yes. But recalling Mark's post about how a longer game benefits them, I can see how they would be hesitant to kill. I think it would depend upon how the thief viewed the role and how much they thought about it. Until now, I was viewing it just as a neutral role, which of course would have no hesitation about killing. But it's more nuanced than that, and killing isn't necessarily in the Thief's best interest. So while it's an interesting possibility, I don't think it's necessarily that probable. Hmm. Other question about the thief this brings up. Do items the thief receives to start count towards their win condition? If Kas is correct, then it follows that starting items wouldn't, either. Do thieves even start with items, actually?
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