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  1. Elbereth
    Yafeshan's post made me think of another possibility. A thief with a kill probably wouldn't be very hesitant to make N1 kills. Maybe? Just a thought. Going to bed now. I'll give the idea credit if I think it still makes sense in the morning.
  2. Elbereth
    Cycle 5 - You Can Fly! You Can Fly! You Can Fly! They set up camp that evening in a little ravine tucked into the side of the mountain. “Killua. Lucy. Meardih. Naurvessa,” Tindome ordered. “Climb to that rock up there and set up a tent for Alendi. I want him away from everyone else tonight.” They nodded and went up. A while later, after everything was set up and Tindomë was warming her hands at the campfire, she heard a thud. She turned, and there was Naurvessa, twitching on the ground. Tindomë hurried over, but was only in time to catch her last words. “I didn’t kill her...” Then a there was a second thump. And a third. Meardih and Killua fell to the ground. Tindomë didn’t bother to check them. They were too still to be alive. She stared up at the peak. Where’s Lucy? “Jonly! With me!” Without looking back, she started climbing, drawing her dagger as she did so. She heard Jonly following. Then there was a grunt. She looked back quickly to see Jonly sprawled over a boulder. “Go on without me!” he called. “I twisted my ankle, I think. I’ll go back down to camp and send someone else up to help while I find my goldminds.” She nodded and continued on, until she reached the boulder where she’d told them to set up camp. The ground was cleared, and the tent was lying on the ground, but it certainly wasn’t set up, and there was no sign of Lucy. Then she heard a faint whimpering. Lucy groaned, looking around. She hadn’t fallen to the bottom of the cliff, surprisingly. She had no idea how the others were faring, but she was in bad shape. She was lying on her stomach, and couldn’t seem to get up. She heard footsteps. “Hello? Can someone help me?” The footsteps drew nearer. Then she heard a voice. “Well, hello, Lucy. I see that you survived the fall.” Then agonizing pain shot through her left leg. She gasped in pain, but couldn’t draw enough breath to scream. “What are you doing?” “I’m so sorry, I really am. You seem like a perfectly nice, well mannered, beautiful person. But you can’t be let live.” Pain in her right leg. “You know, it’s funny. I never thought I’d be doing anything like this. But sometimes the right thing has to be done, right? Even if it’s for the wrong reasons.” She frowned, trying to parse that logic, then gave up. Her legs hurt too much. “I don’t want to be doing this, believe me. But the Deepness has to end, and Alendi can’t do that.” “He’s literally the Hero of Ages,” she managed to gasp. “Yeah, but he can’t save us. He’ll just... kill us all, I think? I wasn’t paying that much attention, honestly. But he has to be stopped. And if that means killing people like you, I have to do it, don’t I?” “No...” she muttered. “But I do! Do I have a choice in the matter?” Pain in her left leg again. “Well, yes.” “Well, but- That’s not the point!” Sharper pain. “I have to kill you.” Finally, she was fed up. “Then kill me! Don’t just monologue to me while breaking my legs! Shut up and do the deed!” A sigh. “Fine. I suppose...” And the world went black. Burnt was lynched! She was a Loyal Terriswoman! Luckat was killed! She was a Loyal Terriswoman! Deathclutch was killed! He was a Loyal Terrisman! Yafeshan was killed! He was a Loyal Terrisman! Clanky has died of inactivity! He was a Loyal Terrisman! Cycle 5 has begun. You have (less than, sorry about that) 48 hours to decide on a lynch and send in actions. Player List
  3. Elbereth
    The Cycle is Over! Writeup will be in half an hour or so.
  4. Elbereth
    Sunset of Night 8 Tilion came back promptly, dressed in appropriate clothing, and even with a dagger in his hand. He hesitantly held it up. “Do you think I should bring it? I’m not very good with weapons...” “Bring it. Never know how it might be useful.” Laurelin pulled up the hood of her cloak. Sunset hadn’t quite occurred, but it was getting close. She could feel it. “Let’s get going, while there’s still light.” Tilion frowned, but didn’t question her (fairly shoddy) logic. They exited the inn together, managing to get out without anyone seeing them, and Laurelin led him to a place she’d spotted previous nights, a warehouse which was basically abandoned at this point, no one having claimed it after the owner died. Laurelin hadn’t even been sure of his name, ever, only his smell. They sat together in silence, waiting for the light to fade. Laurelin felt when the change happened. Telperion pulled her hood down more, trying to hide her face as much as possible. After a few more minutes, she whispered, “Let’s go.” She rose to leave. But Tilion whispered harshly, “Wait!” She turned to look back at him. And he saw her silver hair, the hair of Sumath’s killer. They both froze. Night has ended! Please do not post for the next 24 hours. EDIT: Huh. Never seen the rich text editor before. It's interesting.
  5. Elbereth
    No, I'm saying that the eliminators didn't start with a kill item at all. Sorry if that was unclear.
  6. Elbereth
    Point. I don't think it's actually suspicious. There's not really much reason for an eliminator to do it in thread either (except to gain trust from whomever is heired, while actually heiring someone else, kind of like Macen pointed out). I just don't know that it's all that valuable of a choice T1A slots can be used for other things than the attack items. Artifabrians/Thieves/Spies can put their actions in there. So it's not necessarily for something damaging. After thinking about this for a while, I'd tend to disagree. There's so much potential for Ghostbloods to get more items (including kill items) by killing people that one kill seems like plenty at the start. A grandbow seems much less likely, at least.If I post anything more today (anything game relevant, anyway), I will have been bad and not doing what I should be doing (i.e. homework and lots of writing for various writeup/RP).
  7. Elbereth
    Having a publicly known heir just makes it easier on the thief and Ghostbloods to get the items they want. And if the heir is smart and gives those items away, what's the point of giving them to your heir in the first place?
  8. Elbereth
    You need all three night actions? Every night? I would think that you could find the time to spare an action one night, if you value heiring so much. Whatever. What? Why wouldn't a Ghostblood make PMs? (Obviously, it depends on the Ghostblood, but if you're giving your Spanreed away I'm assuming you're giving it to someone who will use it.) That's what makes me suspect that the R&R players have those kills. Better to use the items before they die than to wait until you have a solid suspicion, because you might not survive that long. If I had a Shardblade, I probably would've killed someone N1. (Because I still feel bad about never using my kill role in QF12...) What a surprise...
  9. Elbereth
    Yeah, that's not how games usually work here. Game discussion is always allowed in thread. At any point. (Except for LG19 sunset period, which is a bit of a special case.) PMs may vary, (though docs are usually always open), but the game thread is always open for talk. Glad to have cleared up that misconception.
  10. Elbereth
    What? Who said night posts can't relate to game? They totally can. You can't lync anyone, but that doesn't mean you can't discuss. Sure, nights are usually a bit quieter (often because PMs happen more, which does apply in this game even though PMs are allowed during the day because Spanreeds can only be used at night), but that doesn't mean we can't talk.
  11. Elbereth
    Normally I would say that the Ghostbloods might have killed Araris for his Spanreed. But Araris doesn't like using PMs. (This is the exact kind of situation I had in mind when I said "give your spanreed to someone who will use it"...) So I'm guessing it was just a random kill, in that case. Unless anyone actually got a PM from Araris? I certainly didn't. At least this removes my sneaking suspicion that no one in this game had Spanreeds... And now, hopefully, those Spanreeds have gone to people who will use them? Maybe? Nyali, Alv technically has posted. He didn't say anything game relevant, but he did post.
  12. Elbereth
    No. I already asked.
  13. Elbereth
    Artifabrians can't make Shards. And no, there's no limit to Spanreeds. Which is why I'm curious about not getting any PMs yet. I mean, setting up a Spanreed as early as possible is smart. And if you just set one up with everyone, you don't have to use it again, freeing you up to use other items. So... why not use it?
  14. Elbereth
    You draw fire by breathing because you breathe fire. Just saying. Well, yes. But at the same time, I feel like you're equating them to the same usefulness as Painrials, which I don't think they are, quite. (Later, right before sending this post: I don't actually agree with this anymore. PMs are also reallly useful, particularly for Artifabrians and such. So nevermind that point.) Collection of thoughts about roles, most of which are really obvious. I'm aware, and saying them anyway just to get them out there. Artifabrian items only last a night. If possible, it'd be good to have communication beforehand to make sure that the person you're giving it to will be able to use it. If not, it's still important to remember that the item will only last a cycle, so you have to use it immediately if you want to use it. Kind of goes without saying, but if you are a player who does not use PMs, and you have a Spanreed, give your Spanreed to someone who will use it to great effect. Goes for most items, actually, though this is the most applicable. If you won't use it, give it to someone who will. Also, I'm hoping that at least soe people are using Spanreeds? I haven't gotten any PMs (which makes me sad... ), so I can't say. Be careful about revealing your items. Don't reveal in thread unless you want to have it stolen by a thief (if it's not Shards/Soulcaster) or to get killed for it (if it is Shards/Soulcaster and the Ghostbloods care enough about that win con). If you're a player with protection who isn't a high threat level player, tonight might be a good night to choose an heir rather than protect yourself, given that you're less likely to be targeted early on. Okay, obvious thoughts over. I'd agree that there hasn't been a ton of game-related discussion, which is sad. I have no suspicions (although I do minorly trust Zas and a couple of other people) as yet. May or may not post more thoughts with RP coming later.
  15. Elbereth
    LG19: Night 8 - One Last Time That evening, Tilion walked in on Laurelin searching through her belongings. “Ah-hah!” she exclaimed, pulling out a beautiful silver dagger. He stared at her. “Lady Laurelin?” She turned sharply. “Tilion! I-” she stopped. How was she supposed to explain this? “What- why- Why are you dressed like that?” She looked down at herself. The dark grey battle gear was definitely unsuitable to a lady, and the hooded cloak probably didn’t make it any prettier on the eyes. “The Spiked are still out there, somewhere. I think it’s time to put a stop to them. One last time.” His mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “I didn’t know you were a warrior,” he managed at last. “It’s not exactly the kind of thing one goes around announcing.” “No, I suppose not. Well, then.” He took a deep breath. “May I join you? I don’t know how much I can be of service, but this needs to be stopped, and I want to help.” He’ll see Telperion, she thought. But- It would be nice to have some help. I still don’t really know the town. She nodded reluctantly. “As long as you do what I tell you to do, okay?” He nodded. “Then get some darker clothes on. We’ll leave at sunset.” Just before Tilion closed the door, Laurelin asked, “Oh- Anything happen today in the square?” He shook his head. “Not a single peep from anyone. Everyone’s holed up, waiting for the storm.” And with that, he left her to her thoughts. No one was lynched! Vote Count: SilverDragon (0): Burnt Spaghetti Night 8 has begun. You have 24 hours to send in actions. Player List
  16. Elbereth
    The Day is over! Night will be posted shortly.
  17. Elbereth
    Yay! Speaking of RP, mine will be up this cycle at some point. Along with actual discussion. I'm promising that now so I have pressure on myself to do it.
  18. Elbereth
    You did.
  19. Elbereth
    Joe, you kind of broke the forum. Just a little bit...
  20. Elbereth
    May have more to say later, but I just wanted to point out that Spanreeds granted by Artifabrians only work for the one Night cycle. So while they are useful, they're not nearly as nice as real Spanreeds. I don't know that Artifabrians need to focus particularly on them.
  21. Elbereth
    Well, it's not perfect, but it's not going to get any better before the game starts, so here goes. Carrying the Banner - SE Edition (based on the song from the Broadway production of Newsies) Meta: From Town of Salem to Cracked.com Wilson: There's easy pickings guaranteed Kipper: Try any party, site, or forum Maill: They almost all knows how to bleed! Meta: It's a crooked game we're playin' One we'll never lose Long as suckers don't mind playin' Just to go and lose Still, it's a fine life Carryin' the banner with me chums A bunch of Sharders Playin' til the end of the world comes Hael: Hey! What's the hold up Waitin' makes me antsy I likes living chancey Sharders: Simple to the fancy What a fine life Carryin' the banner through the Sharders: If I hate my results I'll make up a result And I'll say anything I hafta In counterpoint Group one: Got a feelin' bout the writeup I smells me a writeup Lies is gonna sell like we was givin' em' away Betcha nighttime it's a thriller 'bout a pistol-wielding killer Who knows how to make a Sharder's day Group two: I do too! So it must be true What a run! Soon the game'll be won Don't know a better way to make a Sharder's day Sharders: You wanna make the next game more fun Give us a faction or a role! Phatt: How 'bout role madness with three actions? Wilson: Ya nitwit, that ain't news no more Sharders: Uptown to old Scadrial games Down to AG2 We improves manipulation Playing till we fall In Counterpoint Group one: But we'll be out there Carrying the banner man to man! We're always out there Playin' every sucker that we can! See the headline: Sharders on a mission! Group two: Got a feelin' bout the next game I smells me a won game Games are gonna win like they was givin' em' away Betcha nighttime it's a beauty 'bout a spiked doing his duty Don't know any better way to make a Sharder's day [dance break] We'll all be out there, carryin' the banner man to man We're always out there, soakin' evey sucker that we can Here's the headline: Sharders on a mission Kill the competition Be the next champion We'll be out there, carryin' the banner See us out there, carryin' the banner Always out there, carryin' the banner Ah, ah, ah, go! Good luck, and hope you have a great game!
  22. Elbereth
    Cycle 4: Just You Wait, Tindomë Michek stood outside Alendi’s tent, rubbing his eyes in weariness. He’d been pulling double duty ever since Asmode died, and he wasn’t used to this little sleep. He peered into the darkness. They’d found a cave to shelter in for the night, so it was even darker than usual. And the Deepness pervaded everything, making his duty even more difficult. Then something horrible loomed out of the fog, long-nosed and sharp-toothed. He gasped, and promptly fainted in horror. Alfred nudged at his prone body. “Michek? Michek? Oh, I’ll just go ask Tindomë. I didn’t want to wake her, but you seem to have fallen asleep, so it’d be equally bad to wake either of you, but Tindomë’s the sensible one, so I’ll just ask her.” This train of thought carried out, he went trotting back to Tindomë’s tent, leaving Michek alone outside Alendi’s tent. A dark figure had watched the whole exchange. Stealthily, it walked over to Michek’s fallen body, and quickly stabbed downwards, directly into the heart, while holding a hand over Michek’s mouth. Michek never even made a sound. The figure stood, and hesitated, glancing at Alendi’s tent, invitingly vulnerable. But no. Tindomë followed him utterly. If they killed Alendi now, she might try to go after the Well to complete his duties, and she would go on her own. There’d be much less chance of stopping her then, and killing her now, in the middle of her followers, seemed unwise. The figure turned and faded into the night. Tindomë woke to a commotion. As usual. This time, as it turned out, there were two reasons for the commotion. The first was that Michek was dead. Not a surprise, she supposed. It was most unfortunate that there was no one else she could trust in the camp, but there was nothing she could do about it, and Michek hadn’t been that close to her anyway. She moved on. The second reason was that the ground was covered with tiny, hopping mushrooms. “Huh,” Alfred said, picking one up in his teeth and absently munching on it, ignoring its wriggling. “These weren’t here when I went to check on Michek last night. Hey, that rhymes!” Everyone else stared at him. Naurvessa, carrying several packs, stumbled and fell, scattering food everywhere. “You went to check on Michek last night?” Tindomë said. “The same night that he died?” “Huh? What?” He dropped the mushroom. “Oh. I mean- No, of course not. I went nowhere near Michek last night!” He laughed nervously. “Just slept tight and didn’t bother anyone. That’s me, quiet and unassuming.” Tindomë glared at him. “Did you murder Michek?” “No!” he yelped. “I didn’t have anything to do with it!” Then he clamped his mouth shut, and she couldn’t get another word out of him. Finally, she pronounced, “Alfred. I’m sorry, but you must leave this expedition. No one accused of murder, especially murder of Alendi’s friend, may come, not when there is danger to Alendi himself if you stay.” Alfred’s head drooped. “But- I want to come! Think of the adventure! The glory!” “The fact that you might die by staying here?” His ears perked up in alarm, as if he hadn’t even thought of the concept. “They’d kill me? A poor, innocent alpaca?” “Yes. They most certainly would, if they needed you out of the way. But it doesn’t matter. You are banished from this group. Go back to the city, or go find your fellow alpacas out in the wilderness. I don’t care.” He sighed, and turned, head down in sadness. “Fine, then. Goodbye. It was nice knowing you. I’ll just go starve, then. You’ll remember me later, when you find my bones on the trail back. ‘We sent him off’, you’ll say. ‘We sent him to his death’, you’ll say, when you see there’s only a stack of bones left. And then you’ll remember me, oh yes. Then you’ll remember!” She looked at him in irritation, then scooped up a roll of bread that Naurvessa had missed and tossed it, which he somehow nimbly caught in his teeth. “Take it and go away, you miserable llama!” “Hey! I’ll not have you insulting me that way, man-thing! I’m an alpaca!” She turned and waved for everyone to pack up camp. It was time to go. Elodin was a Villager! Mark was a Companion! Strawman has caught up to the group! Vote Count: Elodin (5): Deathclutch, Bugsy, yafeshan, Mark, Burnt luckat (1): Elodin Cycle 4 has begun. You have 48 hours to send in actions and decide who to lynch. Player List
  23. Elbereth
    The turn is over! Writeup will be posted soon.
  24. Elbereth
    Brightlady Mahiri? Tintallë thought, concealing her emotions behind a properly subservient expression. That’s where I just came from! That’s three camps from here! Her mood was slightly lightened by the tip the man added, but even so. She’d just run here. Now she had to run through three camps. Back the way she’d come. She’d run more in the past few days than ever before in her life, and she was very tired of it. “Dismissed.” She bowed and exited at a sprint, though she soon slowed to a half-jog once she got out of earshot of the tent. She rearranged the satchel on her back to fit more comfortably, and just kept running, hoping that no one would stop her on the way and demand something else of her. Probably a vain hope, but she could still hope. Step. Step. Step. While Tintallë will be very upset to be interrupted, I certainly will not be. Conflict makes for a better story, after all. Also, feel free to steal those papers out of her satchel, if that’s more your style/character. Or whatever else you’d like.
  25. Elbereth
    The writeup is posted, if you hadn't noticed! Disclaimer: The chicken was not my idea. Also, clarification: Falls will be implied in the writeups, but not outright stated, and whether they were saved by iron/steel or not will not be revealed.
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