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  1. Elbereth
    ‘Allë ran. Step. Step. Step. She’d been running a lot, lately. With Bal and Terem dead and Renet badly injured, she was the most senior page in any of the camps. And the only one without a particular master, at the moment. Which meant twice as much work as usual, since, of course, her services were required. Constantly. By at least two or three brightlords and ladies at a time. Not to mention training the new pages at the same time. Why they all had to go to the same storming battle... She kept running. Nothing she could do about it now. She just had to keep going, until the new pages were competent enough to go a day without making idiotic mistakes. Like Treden, for instance. She didn’t even know what he’d done yet, but given previous...happenings, she was willing to bet that it was something absurd. She waved briefly to the guards as she passed the entrance of the next camp. They waved back, and one even tossed her a piece of bread. Tintallë grinned and snatched it out of the air. She hadn’t had food since... She wasn’t sure. Had she eaten this morning? She couldn’t remember. She gulped it down ravenously, in any case, and continued running. Only a little ways more. Sheran through the marketplace, dodging and weaving through the masses of humans buying, selling, and generally obstructing her passage. She managed not to touch anyone, too, until she reached the middle of the marketplace. Someone’s arm bumped into her hand. Just for a moment, but it was enough to set it off. The baker. The taste of the roll she’d just eaten rose up again in her mouth. Kind. Careful. Cares. 12 years of age. His hometown, somewhere in Alethkar. The bakery. He goes in, and there’s the old baker. The scent of freshly baked bread. The warmth... The kindness... The hope. And that kindness is still there now, reflected from his old master. Tarnished, true, by years of sadness, of hardship, of deaths. But still shining soft unwavering silver beneath the layer of abruptness. Beautiful, effervescent kindness. She blinked out of it, throwing herself into a nearby alleyway to recover. She walked slowly down the alley, since it took her in the direction she wanted to go anyway, absorbing the shock of another soul touching hers. Interesting that there was an event that time, instead of just personality. Must have been particularly important, I suppose. She shook herself. The shock hadn’t even been that bad, this time, and she still had a duty to attend to! She ran again, until she reached the place she’d been called to. She made herself presentable with a few short movements - page clothes intentionally didn’t show dirt and sweat, and short hair was easy enough to straighten - then entered. So, it turns out that I have even less internet access than I thought I would have. Expect maybe one more thing in 24 hours, and then nothing until perhaps right before turnover. Sorry. That said, anyone’s welcome to pick up with Tintallë who wants to. If no one does, I shall be forced to create my own irritated Brightlord/lady, and that would make me very sad. I like having RP partners. Might want to be careful about letting her touch your bare skin, though.
  2. Elbereth
    ...Right. I'm going to be at a convention this weekend, and my first duty is to MR13 and LG19, so... If I say somthing, it'll probably be RP that I wrote up on the drive there or back. Almost certainly not actual game discussion. Sorry. That said, I have figured out my RP character. I'm going to be a page. So if you need a messenger, or just someone to monologue to, feel free to use Tintallë!
  3. Elbereth
    Companion deaths do not count for the eliminator win con.
  4. Elbereth
    Cycle Two: Think of Me Tindomë barely looked up when Talion ducked into her tent, absorbed as she was in studying the next day's route. He coughed to get her attention. "Ah, Talion. Welcome." "You said we should talk?" "Right." She put away the map she was using very deliberately, considering her next words. "This trip may not be as uneventful as I thought," she began slowly. He laughed. "What, you mean landslides and blizzards aren't eventful enough for you?" She shook her head. "Beyond that, though. I think-" she cut off abruptly. There was a look in his eyes she couldn't quite place. What if... What if he's one of Rashek's friends? I haven't seen him in years... Deepness. I really wanted to have someone I can trust on this trip. If I can't even trust my family, who can I trust? They stared at each other for a long moment in the darkness of the tent, faces lit only by a solitary lamp. Then she rose, beckoning him abruptly. "This should be told to the group." Outside, everyone looked up from the campfire at Tindomë's abrupt exit, even Alfred. "As many of you may have heard rumors of," she began, "We may have traitors among us." That got a reaction, to be sure. "Traitors?" Zinjuli asked with concern. "Are you completely sure?" "I saw the plan myself. They aim to never let Alendi reach the Well. We must make sure that he does. To that end, I want you all to keep an eye out for suspicious activity, and tell me immediately if you see any. Suspected traitors will be left behind as soon as they are discovered." She looked around. "If I die... If these traitors kill me... Michek is not a traitor. Of that we can be certain, for Alendi vouched for him personally. You may trust him." She looked at Michek. "Do not tell Alendi of this. Let him never know of these traitors. We are in charge of his protection. It is our duty to keep him safe. Let him keep writing in his journal, and we will get rid of them ourselves." Michek nodded. "He wouldn't take well to the news, that's for sure. Probably best not to tell him in any case. You don't want to see him angry, let me tell you." She nodded, and looked around the circle of firetlit faces for others she could trust. She passed over Zin, Misan, and the Germinating Mushroom. She still wasn't sure how it managed to get around, but she thought it was weird enough that Rashek wouldn't even have tried to send it along. But even of that she wasn't sure. Dyfwyl, Malcen, and Naurvessa were sitting together. Dyfwyl she'd been an aquaintance of for years. But even he wasn't clear from suspicion. Next to them, and eating out of Malcen's bowl, was Alfred the alpaca. She shook his head at him. Even if he could be trusted not to be a traitor (which seemed likely), he certainly couldn't be trusted to lead the group, or even bring Alendi to the Well. She wasn't sure what his motivations were, but it probably wasn't a wholehearted, generous desire to protect Alendi. Her eyes settled on Asmode. "Asmode. Asmode I can trust. I will vouch for her." She nodded. "Trust her as you would me." She continued looking around the circle, discarding faces... And there was Talion. He stared at her expectantly, waiting to be recognized as cleared... She closed her eyes for a moment. I've known him since he was a toddler... "Trust no one else. Get some sleep, and I'll see you in the morning." She didn't wait to see Talion's face fall with disappointment. She turned and went back into her tent, and tried to study the map again. But she couldn't focus, so she simply lay in bed for a long time, staring at the dark inside of the tent and worrying. Asmode looked around warily. Had she heard something? She couldn't tell. She glanced behind her, but Alendi was long since asleep. Then a hand gripped her mouth, and she felt a prick at her neck. She struggled, but her opponent was much stronger than her. "What makes you so worthy of being trusted, hmm?" she heard. "Why does Tindomë trust you so much?" The knife pierced a little farther into her skin. She held still for a moment. So this was to be her death, was it? Well, then. The least she could do was die helping her friends. She just hoped that Tindomë would think of her, when she was gone. Remember her fondly, on some warm summer night a hundred miles from here... She struggled, hard, one final time, getting the hand just far enough off her mouth that she could cry out, a harsh, guttural shriek. That was all she could manage. She heard a curse as she was dropped, and then a sharp pain, and then nothing. Tindomë woke with a start. She'd heard something in the night. She got up quickly, checking Alendi's tent first. And there was someone lying prone outside. Please don't tell me that's Alendi... But when she got closer, she saw that it was even worse. It was Asmode. Her nearest and dearest friend. Tindomë knelt near the body for a moment, and reverently closed Asmode's eyes for the last time. Then she forced herself to rise up and organize a burial detail and more sentries. No one dared to comment on the fact that she was crying silently all the while. Zinjuli woke the next morning to unfamiliar surroundings. Somehow, he'd been moved during the night, and was no longer with the group. He sat up, looking around. His pack was still with him, but only a tiny bit of food was left in it. Maybe enough to get him back to the city. He couldn't tell if it was enough to catch up to the rest of the group, who were surely very distant by now. Seems someone didn't want me along on this trip, he thought. Well, I'll just have to catch back up to them, won't I? Can’t very well not witness the greatest historical event of the millenium, now can I? He sighed. This was not how he had imagined this trip going. But he heaved himself to his feet anyway and began to prepare for the day. Tindomë walked along the road with Kajundi. “Maybe he went back to the city,” Kajundi suggested. “Gave up, or got scared off, or something.” She shook her head. “I doubt it. From what I saw of him, he wouldn't miss the chance to see history in action for the world, and would at least have said something about where he was going. But where could he have gone?” Kajundi shook his head sympathetically. “I’m sure I don’t knoo-” He suddenly fell off the trail, and only catching his hand on a rock saved him. Tindomë hauled him back onto the path. “Are you okay?” she asked in concern. “Oowww... Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just give me a couple of days to recover." She shook her head, then continued walking. He'd be fine. Kynedath was left behind! Arrenae was killed! She was a Companion! Vote Count Kynedath (2): Lopen, Paranoid King Lopen (1): ThatTinyStrawMan Paranoid King (1): Phattemer Cycle 2 has begun! It will end in 48 hours. Player List Quicklinks All PMs should be sent.
  5. Elbereth
    The cycle is over! Writeup will be coming soon.
  6. Elbereth
    Last clarification of the cycle: (probably...) Pewter kills and traitor kills will not be distinguished. I know I've said before that they will, but they definitely will not.
  7. Elbereth
    Storm it, I was just thinking about a secretary-type character who has to run around for every dictation of every person. Hmph. I'll have to come up with something else now.
  8. Elbereth
    Yes! Absolutely! Welcome to SE. Glad to have you.
  9. Elbereth
    A couple more clarifications and updates, since there weren't enough already... Bronze will detect both storing and tapping, but it will not be able to distinguish between them. Tin, basically, blocks one attack. Each pewter charge counts as a separate attack. Thus it blocks an eliminator kill, but only downgrades a pewter kill. Also, you can tap tin multiple times in a single round if you want. There is also a mistake in the order of actions. It should look like this: Iron, Steel, Pewter (store), Bronze (store) Lynch Tin, Brass, Zinc, Gold Eliminator kill, Pewter (tap) Bronze (tap) Fall, Landslide Thus Bronze detects all actions used on a player that turn, and is not blocked by landslides.
  10. Elbereth
    That was intentional. Because you didn't put the sunset writeup in. Hmph.
  11. Elbereth
    Day 6 - Stay Alive Verre skipped down the street away from Jala with a parting wave, happy with the night’s work. Laurelin’s expression had been hilarious. She stopped, though, when she heard a weak voice coming from an alley. “Verre...” She would know that voice anywhere. That was Kae! She rushed into the alley, heedless of her own safety, and found him, tied to the wall and bleeding heavily. “Kae! What happened? What’s going on?” He blinked at her. “Verre... why are you... covered in glitter?” She choked back a laugh. “I glitterbombed Lady Laurelin.” He quirked up an eyebrow. “Oh, shut up and tell me what happened!” “Spikes... so many spikes... But I’m no Twinborn, Verre, you know that.... So they left me... left to die... alone... but now... Verre...” She let out a sob, tears sparkling with glitter running down her face. “Who? Who did this to you?” She shook her head. “No. That can wait until you’re better.” She drew on her copperminds, searching. Science... Medical Knowledge... Injuries... Serious wounds... “No,” she gasped. “No, no, no, you have to live. Kae, you have to!” He stared at her sadly. Then his expression changed to panic. “Verre, run!” She whirled around, but that wasn’t enough to stop the spike that now held both of their bodies together. “I’m sorry...” Kae whispered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t a better brother...” But Verre was already dead. And then, so was Kae. Arrenae was a Loyal Bronze/Copper Twinborn! Day 8 has begun. You have 48 hours to choose who to lynch. 1 Item was found. You may no longer send PMs. Player List Yes, this is not the normal time for day to start. However, since there’s so few players left, we did not need the 24 hours and decided that, since the game is nearing a close, we should start the day now. You’re welcome. *ninja emoji*
  12. Elbereth
    Laurelin heard a knock on the door. Rusts. It was almost sunset. She'd already told Tilion she was going to bed. What did he want with her now? She reluctantly got up to open the door. An enormous wave of glitter hit her full in the face. While her mouth was open. She coughed, trying to spit out the acrid taste of the glitter. "Why? Who-" Twin laugher met her splutterings. She managed to clear out her eyes, and saw Jala and Verre standing there and giggling, each holding the corners of a now-empty bag, except for a few traces of glitter caught in the fabric. "Jala. Verre. I never would have guessed,” she said. They giggled again, then ran away laughing, trailing glitter. She sighed, and went to run a bath to get the glitter out. The Night is over! Day coming shortly.
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  14. Elbereth
    First off, a group PM will be made for those caught in a landslide. This is the only group PM that will be allowed.The traitor kill will not look like a pewter attack. You are notified. Companions are not untargetable nor immune to kills. It stays at 50%. Four actions. Stays at 50%. Yes. Yes, it's then.
  15. Elbereth
    I'm assuming you mean brass? Yes, you are assumed to have tapped last turn.
  16. Elbereth
    Important Clarification (since some people seem to have missed it...) You may access any metal. I repeat, you can store or tap from any metal, not just the one you received charges from. Thank you.
  17. Elbereth
    Clarifications: Group PMs are not allowed. Iron is not a passive power. It takes an action.
  18. Elbereth
    MR13 - Cycle One: The Road Goes On Tindomë watched the next applicant walk up. He was dressed right, although she could see he was unused to the way his pack sat on his back, but he looked uncomfortable and very unpackmanlike. He wore glasses on his nose, which was a liability when hiking through deadly mountains, and his hands had a different pattern of calluses than she usually felt, when she shook hands with him. "State your name and experience, please." "Zin Grey, if you please. Zinjuli, that is. But everyone calls me Zin, even my mum. It's an old family name, you see-" "I don't need to know your full backstory. Experience guiding?" "Yes, yes, sorry, sorry. I'm quite good with a dagger, and I've been hunting before." "But you haven't guided anyone?" "I- No. I don't have more than the basic training from school," he mumbled. "Sorry, but we're only accepting people who are actually useful to this quest." "Wait!" he said, not moving along as she gestured for him to do so. "I have to come, I just have to! I'm a historian, you see. Someone needs to be witness to these events, for posterity's sake." She hesitated. "I was just going to record everything in a coppermind..." "That wouldn't be necessary. I have a perfect memory, you see. I wouldn't be a burden, I promise! I can hunt for food and stand guard and whatever you need me to do! Just let me come along. Please?" "A perfect memory. Like Kwaan's, you mean?" "I- I suppose so... Little as it plleases me for that analogy to be made, it is true." She frowned. He could be a friend of Rashek's. But... these were momentous events, and she'd be tied up in guarding Alendi, not recording him. "Very well. You can come." He grinned, and began to thank her profusely before she held up a hand. "But- You're on probation. If you can't keep up, or there is too much danger or we need a smaller party to get to the well, you will be left behind." He nodded quietly. "Agreed." And finally, he moved on. Tindomë turned to the next applicant. "I'm Kholwa," he said. "Do you have any qualifications?" "I lived in Therana for most of my life." "I don't recognize the name." "It's a little mountain town, near Lenda. Kind of out of the way, but sometimes we'd get trappers hiking through. I've only been a guide once or twice, but I was excellent at it." Tindomë frowned. Well, he seemed capable enough. But how to tell if he was Rashek's friend? "Why do you want to come on this trip?" "Well, I've always kind of wanted to do something with my life. And when I heard about this trip, I knew I just had to go. It was like something was telling me that this was my chance at being a part of things." He rubbed his shoulder absently, remembering. "I heard about it from the town chief, you know, when he was telling all the men in the tavern. He talked about it for a while, and suddenly it just clicked. I had to go, to rescue the world from the Deepness. To protect Alendi." Tindomë frowned, but nodded. He certainly seemed sincere. She'd keep an eye on him, just like all the others. But he'd be useful for a while, at least. Next! And... up came an alpaca. Tindomë looked around, to see if anyone was leading it, but it seemed to be completely ownerless. Then it spoke. "Alfred, here to apply for the quest." "Um... What?" It sighed. "Yes, yes, I talk. Get over it. Don't make me bite you. I have all the qualifications, plus enough food on my back to feed me for a couple of weeks and room to store more stuff if you need it. Will you take me?” “I-” Tindomë paused. This Alfred was certainly not a friend of Rashek’s. He couldn’t be. Could he? It was more likely that he wasn’t, she thought. So with a slightly confused smile, she waved him past to join the others. She smiled when she saw the next applicant. Finally, someone normal. “Talion! What a pleasant surprise! I thought you weren’t coming.” “I wouldn’t miss out on a trip like this for the world,” replied the young man with a smile. He was Tindomë’s sister’s son. “How are things going?” “I...” She looked around. “Tell you later, okay?” She tried to force herself to smile, but it didn’t quite work. “Trouble’s afoot.” Later that day, Tindomë watched as Alendi gave a speech to the packmen. She couldn’t focus on his words, though. She kept scanning the crowd, searching for the slightest hint of the hatred she’d seen in Rashek. It was a strange bunch, to be sure. She shook her head. Well, at least I can trust Michek. And Asmode. I’ll have to assign them to stand guard every night... They’re going to hate that, but too bad. She led the way out onto the road away from the city with a determined step. These traitors would not kill Alendi. Not on my watch. Cycle 1 has begun! It will end in 48 hours. Player List Quicklinks Note: A few rules have been changed since signups were posted. I’d encourage you to reread them if you’ve already read them, and read them for the first time if you haven’t (duh). All PMs should be sent. EDIT: Clarification: Group PMs are not allowed.
  19. Elbereth
    And signups are officially closed! Game will be up momentarily.
  20. Elbereth
    Anyone who voted for that person. Having slept does not matter in this case.
  21. Elbereth
    It starts in half an hour.
  22. Elbereth
    Sorry, it's up. And was up before you posted. ...
  23. Elbereth
    Night 6 - Tomorrow There’ll Be More Of Us The atmosphere in the marketplace was growing tighter and tighter with every passing day. In the main square, Laurelin and Tilion were listening to the group discuss the night’s murders. The town stood in a circle, tense and angry. “Who is to blame for this massacre?” Silas demanded. His eyes passed over each person in the circle. Star Thief. Myte. Kae. Jala. Verre. Arsel. And... Stinky. The old, backwards “skaa” who had never had another name. Following his gaze, everyone looked at the man. “You’ve been awfully quiet recently,” Silas said slowly, advancing on him. “Have you done anything to help stop the murders?” Myte asked. “I don’t remember anything...” “Kwon’s death proved that I wasn’t the murderer,” Verre said. “Who cleared you?” He backed away from their accusations. “I’m just a lowly skaa, trying to defeat the Final Empire! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he babbled. “Shiny!” shrieked Star Thief, diving for him. With a grin, she pulled something out of his shoulder.” A spike. Dripping blood. “No- No, you’ve got it all wrong,” Stinky babbled. “I only did it to fit in! I’m not a twinborn, like you are. I’m just a skaa. Don’t kill me! Please don’t!” Looking on grimly, Laurelin remembered Sumath’s words. “The smell, the smell, smell...” And she did nothing to stop him when Silas killed Stinky with a dagger in the heart. She did lean down to him, though, after everyone else had turned away. Only she heard his last words: ”Tomorrow there’ll be more of us...” He was just trying to make them paranoid. Wasn’t he? Maybe STINK was a Spiked with Iron/Duralumin! Vote Count: Stink: 3; Araris, Lopen, Arraenae, Burnt, SilverDragon, Mark IV Arrenae: 0; IrulelikeSTINK Night has begun. You have 24 hours to send in actions. Player List
  24. Elbereth
    More clarifications: Yes. Yes.
  25. Elbereth
    Yes. Yes you should. I would bless you with my ninja'ing skills, but I'm not entirely sure that's actually a good characteristic to have. Heh. I could bless you with my survival rate, but I doubt it'd do much good, given the person in question.
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