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I'd be happy with that, no problem, as soon as I finish up with DC/Touka. Particularly since Maill is no longer a RP partner. DC, how much more RP are you planning on doing? Because I can skip to "we're friends and Varda's been here for a while" at any point. I'm fine with more RP as long as you're good with it, though. Probably safe? How else would Ostrich have died, exactly? No one else had actions at that point. Unless there are sabotages for sale in Imre. Anyone who went have input on that? But even then there would have been two sabotages, not only one. So it was very certainly the Skindancers. I also had no communication with Ostrich beyond the thread. I'm curious why the thread title is 'Music of the Ainu", though. Might be better to wait until the writeup's up for a RP, DC.
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Huh, okay. I mean, I'm just as poor and I don't have a problem with PMs, but I guess I'm RPing and posting a good deal more. I mean, Kynedath's statistics in particular were entirely useless. But he did say that, so I'm just putting them down as filler. The other girl obviously had no idea what to do, and Varda felt slightly embarrassed at her behavior. But after a moment she replied soothingly, "You don't have a place to stay? Well, how about staying at Anker's? It's pretty cheap, and it's better than the streets, that's for sure." Varda opened her mouth to respond to the girl's kindness, but before the first word was out of her mouth the other girl continued, "How about you come back to my room? I'll let you have some of my old clothes instead of that dress and then I'll show you to Anker's." Varda nodded, mute with gratitude and hope against hope that this girl would be better. "Oh yeah," she said, "I'm Touka Kirishima. It's a pleasure to meet you." Touka smiled. "I'm Varda. Nice to meet you too." They began walking towards what Varda presumed was Touka's room.
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Varda kept running, away from the girl, away from Wilem, away from it all. But soon she heard footsteps behind her, keeping pace, and then a voice said, "Excuse me, miss. You seem to be a little upset. If you want, I'd be happy to talk about it with you." Varda turned to see the girl from before, who was reaching out to touch her shoulder. Varda stood there like an idiot, feeling the comforting hand and not knowing whether to trust it. But the girl looked her in the eyes and smiled gently, and Varda dissolved into weeping. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I just don't know what to do and I can't trust anyone, not even you, and I don't have any money or anywhere to stay or any idea how to get anything, and I'm wearing a dress from someone who nearly convinced me he was a good person when he was really evil and I usually catch that kind of thing but maybe I'm losing my touch and I don't know what to do and there's great evil here and I'm the only one who can stop it and and..." She couldn't continue. I feel like Varda's overreacting a bit at this point... Maybe she's just a naive, fragile little flowerbud. Well, she'll grow. DC, I'd welcome a recommendation to stay at Anker's, and probably a pat on the shoulder at least.
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I mean, other than reshaping Wilem's mass into a pile of lead or something, I'm not sure how reshaping matter is going to help. That said, I agree with the point. DC, RP will be coming in a while.
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I just wanted to say that "the incident with the death" is my favorite phrase now. Thank you for the reminder. Fixed.I agree with Maill here. RP votes are okay if you don't have anything better. Killing him if you had the ability, just because of his RP? Not so much. If you didn't have anything stronger than that for a kill, I definitely wouldn't make a kill that cycle. And particularly with died-on-C1-three-times-in-a-row Maill. Just saying.
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I don't have too many PMs, but those I have are somewhat more productive than the thread. (Although that's not saying much.) And PM use will vary greatly, of course. (In both number and productivity. Looking at you, Burnt. Also Stink.) Maill and Kipper almost certainly have more PMs than I do, for instance. Others have less. I will agree with that general principle, though. RP votes aren't usually very productive or useful. In that spirit, Stink. Maill. The tuition reduction isn't worth that much.
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Hmm. I was just going off of what you said. Looking at the rules it's more confusing, because it says "X cycles" but then "1 turn" or "3 turns". So... Good question. I mean. The conversation so far hasn't done much worth analysis, you're correct. (At least in thread. PMs have been slightly more productive.) But I still stand by my point that it's the most important thing a person can do regardless of where we are in the game. It's essentially like being roleless. You can still analyze and contribute. I would much rather have someone roleless but contributing regularly to the thread than someone who always uses actions and tries to get ahead but never says anything. Besides, by the time any lashings happen we will have something, at least, to discuss (i.e. elevations will have been released, and at least one person more will be insane), hopefully.
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If half of the current players are voted on, DP distributed evenly would make about 4 DP per person. So if no one happes to have any DP in any field in which they get DP (which seems just a tad unlikely), then they would all be brought up on charges witha 10% chance of lashings. Which would be one player. Not too huge of a worry, I'd say. It's really not like getting kicked out, though. That would be more like being in the Crockery for a turn. You can still talk in thread and PMs, which is the most important contribution anyway. And it's only one turn. Not even a full cycle. I don't think that's really much of an issue, particularly at this point in the game. GMs, when you're lashed can you still vote? Can you impress a Master? Edited because stupid coding.
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Oops. I'll fix that continuity. Not exactly true. The only way a single vote can affect you at all is if 4 of the 9 NPC Masters randomly put DP on you, and you have no EP in any of those fields. Just a bit unlikely. And even that only leads to a roleblock, where most of the players won't even have roles next cycle. You have to get to 11 DP there's anything worse than a 3-turn roleblock, which isn't really that bad at the beginning of the game.And it's not like there's been much else other than RP to vote on at this point.
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Unfortunately, not quite. You get tuition reductions for quality thread posts (so in-game comments, analysis, etc.) or for quality RP. Wilson defined that as at least three substantial paragraphs or the equivalent. That little bit doesn't really count, unfortunately. It does count for your PM:post ratio, though. Varda blinked in shock at the clothes that had suddenly appeared in front of her as she pushed past the girl trying to be 'helpful'. "I..." Be careful, she warned herself. This is how you got in trouble last time. But she took the clothes anyway. Anything to get the dress from Wilem off, which she now suspected was somewhat immodest, and reminded her of him and his dishonorable methods. And these clothes were much longer, and even a beautiful midnight blue! "Thank you." She looked at the person who'd given her the dress, which she was holding awkwardly. What was she supposed to do, change in front of everyone? "You! You knew about Manwë! Well, at least you know better than to take advantage of me the way Wilem did." She hoped for a moment that this one might be better, but then she remembered Wilem's dishonor. "You'll only try some other way." She almost turned away, but remembered courtesy at the last moment. "Thank you for the clothes." She turned from him and went back past the girl, still watching in concern but obviously unsure what to do. Maybe she wouldn't be as bad, said a voice inside her, but she quashed it. Doesn't matter. I can't deal with this right now. None of it. "Leave me alone," she said, hearing a traitorous sob creep into her voice. "I'm fine. Just-" She couldn't finish the sentence. She started to walk away before her tears could show. EDIT: DC and Ostrich, you're both still free to interrupt me leaving if you want to. Otherwise I'll just go cry in some trees or something.
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As Varda came out of the inn, she broke into a half-run, still crying. She didn't know where she was running, only that she needed to get away. She wasn't looking where she was going, so she was thrown to the ground when she crashed into someone else. He offered a hand up, and she took it. "Sorry," she managed to get out, before she pushed past him. She stopped when she heard his voice. "Woah, there. Did I hurt you?" "No," she said with difficulty, not turning around. What if he's just like Wilem, trying to take advantage of me? But she had to be at least polite. "I'm fine." "You're obviously not fine," she heard him say. "It's not your fault," Varda replied. "I'll be fine. I just- it's been a long day." It wasn't even noon yet, she noted wryly. She longed for night, to be able to see the stars, her stars. The sun was all well and good, but the stars were hers. "I hope your day gets a bit brighter, and that the rest of your encounters aren't nearly so violent as ours was," said the man kindly but firmly. "Good day." She looked after him as he walked away. He seemed nice. But not very interested in talking. At that point, a girl ran up, looking concerned. Varda tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, noticing briefly that the tears were sparkling slightly. Stop that, she thought at them. "Are you guys okay?" the girl asked worriedly. "Why do I keep getting asked that?" Varda asked, focusing on her irritation to drown out her tears. "Somehow I seem to be unintentionally telling the world that I need help! Well, I don't," she said, turning on the poor girl. "Don't try to trick me into thinking you're nice and generous and all that! I know what this world is like, and I don't want any part of it. I'm fine." Her anger dissipated in a rush, and she tried to push past the girl before she could could see Varda break into tears again. Poor Varda. So cynical already. DC, I'd appreciate a shoulder to cry on. Apologies for giving Amari a line, Araris. Edit the line if you want, and I can fix it here. No problem. We'll finish this encounter up quickly, I guess. Your choice whether to let her push past or respond. I do need to get beyond the first day. Apologies. I was going to, but I forgot. But I'm not sure that it fits Varda at this point anyway. If she crosses paths with him again, though... And that way we can get past the first day of classes. You're awesome, have I mentioned that lately? Seriously. :D Sorry, but I seem to be occupied at the moment. We should RP together at some point, though.EDIT: If Varda knew enough about the University (and wasn't busy crying), she would certainly lodge a complaint against Wilem. Sorry. (Not that sorry.)
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Of course it is! EDIT: As I've commented before, I wish Varda were up to the task... Too bad. If he's not better by the end of this game, I'm making someone more suitable for the next one we play together. Varda, calm down," Wilem said softly. "I can pay you, if money's what you need." She raised her eyebrows, much more angry than shocked now. "Although it may not seem so, I in fact have a sense of honor, which you appear to be sadly lacking. I wrongly assumed that you were an honorable man who was being kind out of the goodness of his heart. I had hope that this world would be easy to save! No. Of course not. That would be too easy. I don't want money from you." She ignored the doubt in the back of her mind asking how she was planning to get money, then. " "And for your information, I'm taken. By the god of air and nobility. So don't think you can stand up to that. I'd be surprised if he doesn't decide to blow you from this planet once my task here is accomplished!" She grinned for a moment, imagining Manwë doing any such thing. She might have a word with him, though. But unfortunately probably not. Her divine self was annoyingly forgiving and non-interfering. Why couldn't she wipe someone from the earth, just once? "And I'm certainly not staying in your company any longer! I'll go and find someone who cares, if anyone like that exists here." She turned away, crying a little, and began to walk out of the inn. Anyone can jump in at this point, Wilem or not.
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Seems to be your lucky day for votes, Stink.
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I know that we can't learn much from Clanky's death. I just wanted something to ask so people can start discussing. Hopefully that leads to more discussion. (Preferably without any less RP, because that should never go down.)
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Varda isn't familiar with the word, so she heard it as the simplest spelling. Not my fault if that also happens to be something from a Sanderson book... I should answer my own question, shouldn't I? I had no PMs with Clanky.
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Guys, we do need a bit more discussion. Was anyone in a PM with Clanky? Did he giv any indication as to why he might have died? Oh, you awesome person, you. This is fun. The man led her down the stairs and outside into the commons area where she'd looked down briefly before. She looked around, fascinated by this new world. The architecture was so different, and the clothing. Everyone seemed to be the same race, too, and they were Men, not Elves. So strange. She barely heard Wilem introduce himself. Her observations were interrupted by a male voice, not Wilem's. "Good morning. How is Manwë doing today?" That grabbed her attention. She gaped at the other man. I thought this world had no knowledge of Arda! Well, it seems I was wrong. Um. Right. Meanwhile, Wilem was talking. "Ay-ay-iss, what kind of crem are you spouting now?" he asked in annoyance. He pushed her past the man quickly, though not before she managed to look back at him and memorize his face. I'll find you later, she thought. Wilem went on talking as if nothing had happened. "As I was saying before that fool so rudely interrupted, my name isn't anything special. But you can call me Wil." Varda felt honored. Names were special, and to be given a personal form? That was like giving her a piece of his soul. "Okay. Wil," she smiled up at him. "My room is just up there," said Wilem as they arrived in a quiet inn, full of students eating or studying. He started heading up the stairs. Varda slowed to a stop. "I don't want to impose upon you any further," she repeated. "I only need to find the evil here and root it out. So I need... Basic human necessities, I guess. Somewhere to sleep... I wouldn't dream of sleeping in your room. Can you recommend somewhere? Preferably cheap." Money. How am I going to get money? Wil replied with a pleasant smile, "My room is absolutely free. My bed is the most comfortable one you'll find. Definitely more comfortable than a roof, though I'm hoping you'll be in the same state of dress." Varda looked at him in shock. "W-What? Did you just say... what I thought you said?" Suddenly his smile seemed much less pleasant. "You were so kind to me because you wanted me naked in your room? I thought you were generous! I thought you cared!" Her voice rose until the whole inn was staring.
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Oh, wow. I forgot that insanity doesn't reveal alignment, only death. That's going to make things interesting. Also, Wonko? A+ joke there. Perfect. The young man stepped forward gallantly and pulled her hair from her dress. His fingers slid across her shoulders, and she shivered slightly at the touch. "You wouldn't be imposing," he said graciously. "Not at all. In fact I would enjoy your company immensely." He smiled. "Come, you can tell me your name, and the story of how you ended up here with no clothes on the way there." She felt his hand on her lower back, gently leading her towards the door off of the roof. "Well..." Hmmm. How do I say this without sounding crazy and scaring him away? she thought. Appearing naked on a roof isn't really explainable. Next time I mortalize myself, I'm definitely going to make clothes first. And also preferably not put myself on a roof! She realized she was drifting again. Her godly memories were still too close to the surface, probably making her pause too much and be weird. I don't want to be weird! Let's not scare off the nice man, shall we? Oh, and now I'm talking to myself. Not like that's a sign of craziness or anything... No drifting! So, amnesia or mystery? I like him. I don't want to lie. "My name is Varda Elentarí," she said quietly. "It means 'starry'. Yours?" (It actually means Sublime and Queen of the Stars, respectively. Just so y'all don't go around thinking my mistranslation is correct. It was bugging me.)
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Mark, why would they kill you? You're going to accrue suspicion anyway. Much more productive to kill someone actually trusted. Not that I don't trust you! () Just saying.
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The boy turned away out of courtesy as Varda put on her dress, struggling with her hair somewhat. How gentlemanly of him! "You know," he commented, turning slightly to let his voice carry to her, "I was hoping you wouldn't be wearing that..." His voice faded for a moment as she pulled the dress over her head. "I have a room at the Horse and Four just down there." He pointed generally downward, presumably towards some sort of inn. Varda frowned, trying to parse his words. "Wait, slow down. Why wouldn't I be wearing this dress? It's perfectly fine. You've already been so kind. I don't need to impose upon you further." She struggled to pull her hair out of her dress, afraid of tearing the dress that he'd so generously given her. She would have managed something eventually, but this was very helpful, though it scratched at her shoulders slightly. She might have been able to make a (much softer) star-cloak or something, but of course, star-cloaks required, well, stars. Unfortunately sadly lacking in the daytime. But she was wandering. She turned her attention back towards the young man. Heh. Sometime I will switch genders in the middle of a RP. That'd cause all sorts of confusion. Not this game, though. Varda is staying a girl. Only my playstyle gender is changing, not my RP character. Speaking of which, I should elaborate on that playstyle! I am sarcastic and arrogant, and I love RP. RP will come with any post of significant size if at all possible. (I do have a play opening this weekend (AAAAA), so time is somewhat limited.) This is the same character I was in AG2 and MR11, so look there for how I will act (theoretically). I changed partly because there was so much RP going on, and partly because I was already being pretty sarcastic, which the playstyle I was supposed to be isn't all that sarcastic. So I've already been in character! That's about it for this, I believe. Kynedath, you do know that the evil faction is called Skindancers, correct?
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Sorry, it's coming. I just have to do calc homework first.
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I would do nothing less than what my lady commands. (See note below about changed character.) Because she didn't know what else to do (and because she was bored), Varda watched the sun rise into the sky, smiling at the faint memory of another sun, fruit of Laurelin, borne by... she couldn't remember the name. Some fiery maiden goddess, too beautiful for her mortal mind to recall. Memory was the price of mortality, unfortunately. Or rather, memory loss. Sometimes she thought she'd prefer remembering and going insane from the glory. But no, of course not. She had tasks and duties. At least this one shouldn't be too hard. Only a minor infestation, and from what she remembered of her future-sight, likely to be solved with her involvement. But the other paths, where the evil spread... She shuddered and turned her face back towards the bright sun. Varda turned in surprise at a voice, blushing at her state of undress. And of course it was a young man, rather than some kind woman or elderly grandfather or something. She blushed further. "Hello," said a young man, smiling kindly and breaking through her embarrassment a bit. "I couldn't help but notice your lack of apparel. So I brought you a dress! I hope it fits you well enough." "Oh," Varda said. "How kind of you!" Perhaps this crisis won't be as bad as usual, she thought to herself. This is the nicest anyone's been to be in an age. She stepped forward to take the forest green dress, trying to keep her private parts under her hair and only partly succeeding. Hair, even five-foot-long hair, was definitely not made to be clothing. As her past self should have thought about before leaving her naked on a roof. The boy's smooth hands touched hers for a second before she awkwardly yanked them away. Your choice whether to be a gentleman and turn your back or not. (Not like it's hard to guess, though.) In other news, I've decided to change my character to the RP-heavy one (who also happens to be male and occasionally flourishing and gentlemanly, hence the beginning of this post (also because I felt like saying that)). I will post more about that in the morning when my bed isn't calling me. (Well, my bed will probably still be calling me. But that's too bad.)
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I was going to say. Brilliant job getting people to RP, Wilson! This is great! And awesome job to all the RPers as well. Seriously, this is amazing and wonderful and so much fun. Response RP will be coming sometime in the next few hours. This is going to be interesting, I can tell. Definitely not what I expected, but still really fun. I don't even know where I'm going to take it yet. Bridge Boy, everyone knows where everyone else is staying at the moment. You stay at the best place you can afford, and the rules state how much each rank begins with. Stating that they're changing accomodations, however, is in fact free information. (Doesn't mean it's necessarily true, thought.)
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This RP isn't really in my playstyle, but I've decided I don't actually care. RP partners are welcome (particularly those who can figure out a way to get me clothes). At the very moment when the touched the bottom of the horizon, when the last morning star was still shining in the east, a cloud of stars spiraled from the west, settling on a rooftop is a sparkling mass. The glitter slowly coalesced as the sun rose above the horizon, becoming more solid. When the last edge of the sun lifted from the horizon, a human girl was lying on the roof naked. Varda sat up, feeling her knowledge of the divine recede until she could bear it and stay sane. She had left herself a personality, a mortal mind for a mortal body. And, of course, the first thing the mortal mind did was curse at her divine self. "Seriously? I left myself on a rooftop. How, exactly, am I supposed to get down? It's not like there are any ladders magically appearing for me to get down with." She heaved herself up, and then cursed again, falling over flat on her face. Her hair had tripped her. Her hair! Oh, it was beautiful. Silver and gold and shining, of course. She'd expect nothing less. But why did it have to be five feet long? She rearranged her hair, bundling it up in her arms, and finally managed to actually stand up. She walked to the edge of the roof, looking down into a courtyard where a few students were lounging around, talking or studying. One of them happened to glance up, and stared. Varda looked down at herself. Of course. I don't only have giant hair. I'm also naked! Did I intend myself to use my hair as cloth? She ducked away from the staring student, coming back into the middle of the roof. She looked around, but apparently no one was prone to leaving clothes around on the roof. What a surprise. Well, it seems I have limited options, she thought. Hair it is. Hmph. No, we can't consider role distributions in the normal way, you're correct. Because we make the role distribution. We get to decide what role we want, to an extent. This is awesome, but also potentially really confusing. (What a surprise.) Although we can consider what fields Skindancers are likely to want, which is something. (And yes, I just turned it into an IKYK, but that means either Skindancers go into fields that they know are more likely to be scanned, or they go for fields that aren't as useful to them. Win either way.)I was going to suggest that everyone name three fields and stick to leveling up within those fields, but I have convinced myself it was a terrible idea, and claims can happen in PMs anyway. So I don't have too much to say other than that.
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Well, I certainly didn't do much this game. I only realized after the game ended that this is the first QF where I've survived until the end (QF12 I died and QF11 I helped GM), so it was a bit of a shock how quick it went. I literally healed Sart and myself, and that was all I believe. I didn't even PM anyone (though that was partly due to over-PMing in LG17). I wish I'd had the time to play more in this game. Good job, everyone who pulled their weight (unlike me)! Great game!
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Sorry for my inactivity yesterday. I... I literally had time, but thought "no, I'll do it in a while. There's still time in the cycle." even though I knew the cycle was ending early. I was a bit of an idiot there. A couple of things that I was going to say last cycle. The reason no one else healed Maill is pretty obvious, really. If someone else heals him, it doesn't prove Alv at all. So of course they wouldn't heal him. I'm not sure why no one else pointed this out. Too late now, I guess. Also, I still haven't received an explanation from Sart or anyone else why there have to be two other Acolytes (besides Alv), just because he was healed of a Fatal Wound in one cycle. Did I miss something there? The reason for Jerle and PK to both be traitors would be clearing the other if one died. Not likely, but not insane, I'd say. I have no opinion on who's more likely to be an actual Shadowbinder, and I have to leave soon, so I probably won't be voting this cycle. Sorry!
