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  1. Jo and the Bush
    I've been waiting for Dragoon to post. . . Feel free to have Wandersail Post. I'm a bit busy with SE right now.
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    I feel like there are some Town of Salem players here. . .
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    Day Six: Drink with me to days gone by. Wilkin’s work was interrupted by a knock at the door. He ignored it, his project was more important at the moment. The knocking came again, more insistent this time. He growled, and stood up, striding to the door. Pulling it open, he snapped a quick “What?” at his visitor, then paused in alarm. Hal Heatherlocke stood grinning at the door, two glasses and a bottle in his hands. “Hello Wilkin. I was wondering if we could share a drink tonight?” “What are you doing?” He tsked in disapproval. “I told you, I’m here to share a drink with an old friend.” Wilkin folded his arms and stared at him. “I don’t trust you Hal, and I have good reason not to.” “I swear, I shall abide by the ancient customs of Guest and Host. I will not attempt to harm you, nor aid anyone in harming you, I just want a drink.” Wilking stared hard at the still grinning Heatherlocke, before finally opening the Door wider. “Come in.” Lariak reveled in his new found power. It infused every inch of him, flowing through him like a panther on the prowl, urging him to use the power to do whatever he wanted. It was a glorious power, the power to take control of another’s will, make them act for you. With this, he could speak with two voices. With this, he would be able to bring down Odium, and take his power for himself. Dominion and Odium. He iddly wondered what such a shard would be called. Control? Enslavement? Domination? Domination sounded good. He let some of the power flow out of him, brightening the darkened clearing. It flowed around him before rejoining the rest of his power. As the last of it’s light faded away, Lariak could swear he saw it illuminate a figure. He frowned, and focused on where it had been. He couldn’t see anything any more. What was it? He sent out more power, illuminating the area. the Tendril of purple light was disrupted as an Arrow flew threw it, embedding itself in his chest. He gasped and stumbled backwards, windmilling as he failed to keep balance. He barely felt the ground hit him, as he stared at the shaft sticking out of his chest. He tried to cry out, but found he could no longer draw breath. The night, already dark, seemed to dim in his vision, until all was black. Wilkin sat across the table from Heatherlocke, and watched as he poured drinks into the glasses. He smiled, and pushed one across to him. “Wilkin old pal, you really need to lighten up. You’re getting too stressed, too focused. Take a drink.” Exisa. Exisa was still alive. Wilkin knew that. What if he had more poison? What if this was a ploy? He reached across the table, and snatched Hal’s glass away from him, moving the glass that had been poured for him into its place. “I’ll drink after you, Hal.” His guest raised one eyebrow, then took up the glass in front of him. He swirled it idly, then took a sip. “No poison, i promise you that.” When Wilkin didn’t move to take the glass, Hal sighed, then threw back his entire drink at once, downing it in several large gulps. He sighed appreciatively as he thunked the glass back onto the table. “Well, at least one of us is going to have a good time tonight. You can drink or not as you like.” Wilkin slowly picked up the glass and took a small sip. It tasted normal, but, didn’t most poisons taste normal? “I don’t believe you’re here for just drinks and talk Hal. Why did you really come?” Hal winked slyly, then pointed towards the door. It rattled in its frame as someone on the other side pounded on it desperately. ”Wilkin! Open up!” Queenmaker drew the string back to her ear and looked down the length of her arrow. She slowed her breathing, setting everything she had to this shot. Odium moved slowly into her line of fire, looking this way and that, hunting her. She would show him who the Hunter was. He stepped closer, only a foot away before it would be a perfect shot. “Boo!” She flinched, releasing the string by instinct as she whirled around to see who had snuck up on her. A grinning figure of Red Smoke Stood behind her, one hand over it’s eyes as it followed the path of the arrow. It grinned as the arrow whistled through What had appeared to be Odium. Nothing happened to him, he simply continued searching. The Figure nodded appreciatively at the shot. “Good thing I had an illusion wandering about. Now then Queenmaker the Arrow was it? This has been a mighty fine hunt, I really enjoyed it, but you lost. You know what that means right?” Queenmaker didn’t bother to respond. she simply leapt backwards, firing off an instinctive snap shot. Odium caught the arrow and examined it, before tossing it over his shoulder. “Well, it appears you’re a sore loser. That’s good! It gives me an excuse to be a sore winner!” The Figure exploded into a Cloud, spreading out around Queenmaker, enclosing her in a sphere of Dark Power and Malice. Queenmaker cursed and fired another arrow at where Odium had stood in the Smoke. A spear of Solid power shattered the arrow midflight, then continued forward, impaling her through the belly. She gasped and tried to slide off it, when another struck from behind. And another. And another. And another. Consciousness fled her. Wilkin opened the door to find a panic’d Eon. “Queenmaker is dead, her Shard has fled somewhere. Lariak also. Two of our shards, just gone! The Seventeenth Shard is close to rioting in panic! They won’t listen to me wilkin. What do we do?” Wilkin, slowly turned away from Eon to face Heatherlocke. The man smiled and raised his glass in a mocking Salute. “I love the look on your face right now. Beautiful.” Queenmaker was Endowment! Macen was Dominion! Day Six will end in 72 hours! Three days. I will be offline for most of Friday and Saturday, due to stuff happening. Player List Quick Links
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    That is time. Tune in soon for Day Six.
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    I've been thinking about a reverse game of Elimination. Instead of the Eliminators having the kill, everyone in the village has a kill role. The Eliminators instead have all the protection and Vote manipulation powers. They have to work through Lynches to kill the village, while the village massacres everyone trying to get to the Eliminators. Do you guys think that would be playable?
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    Upside down. Favorite Internet Browser?
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    I call the minotaurs!
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    The Reptile Room. (They're less well known then they used to be, but most have at least heard of them) Favorite field of science? EDIT: I was Ninja'd. My favorite Comic Book is the Adventures of TinTin.
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    Huh. I had actually forgotten about that. Thank you kipper. You can't be lynched this turn now.
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    I had it written down, it just wasn't important so i forgot about it.
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    Night Five: Sworn to Hatred On the outside, Eoljuun was calm, listening attentively to the arguments made against him. On the inside, he raged at the horrible unfairness of it. He had been lied to, used as a tool, mistrusted, and now they were going to kill him? All he came to do was recover Dominion. It belonged to his Family, and should have been returned to him. He hated Maw for shattering it. He hated Second for Wielding it. He hated Endowment for Taking it. Most of all, he hated himself for agreeing to work with Odium to get it back. But Hatred was all that kept him going. They came for him while he was still thinking. Wilkin and his cronies. She was still wielding that burnt stick that his Lord had tried to destroy. WIlkin paused before him and started to speak. “Eoljunn, you stand accused-” Eoljunn’s fist knocked him backwards into Queenmaker. Everyone stared at him as He snarled. “Spare me your self righteous Accusations! You accuse me of Hating? Of course I hate the ones trying to kill me! How does that make me any less than you?” Wilkin stared up at him, still shocked from the blow. Queenmaker rose with a scowl. “We do not give in to Hatred though, and we strive to remove it.” “Remove it? Cleanse yourself of Hatred? Hatred is the Purest of all emotions! Every Living or Sentient being feels it! God Himself felt hatred, and you think to remove it? Arrogant fools! Odium will come for you, you cannot stop him! Hatred is already in your hearts. It can corrupt all and any! ANd If you think I’ll let you kill me without a fight, you’ve got another thing coming.” He grabbed the chair he had been sitting on and brought it in front of him, holding it out as a barrier and weapon. “So which of you wants to go Glarg!” Dropping the chair, he grabbed his throat, attempting to stem the flow of blood suddenly coming from it. HIs eyes widened in fear, and he opened his mouth to speak once more, but nothing came out. He fell to his knees, then toppled to the ground, revealing a very self satisfied Eon, holding a bloody Knife. “Yeah, that was enough proof for me.” Eoljunn was Lynched. He was a Champion of Hatred. Votes: Eolhondras(6): Quiver, Wilson, Honey Badger, Kipper, Dowanx, Lopen Kipper(3): Seonid, Haelbarde, Stink Paranoid King(1): Mailliw is invisible I guess.
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    A little less than two minutes left And that is Time.
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    The Brightness Ascendant always know what her disciples mean to say.
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    How do the secondary Lynch Conditions work? And are the Murderers on The Village side? If a murderer holds the death Note , can he make a murder kill and a note kill?
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    Pewter Dragging?
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    I've only ever seen Taking "Episode" too seriously, so him.
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    Peanut Butter Cookies Favorite Law?
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    I'd support his running it. I'd love to play the game.
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    It's a game from Warbreaker, but its rules have never been explained. So I made up my own. @paranoid king. The inversion Sphere just multiplies a score by -1, the void zone's score is always zero. Maybe I'll post the full rules later on.
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    Day Five: Would it kill you guys to just die already? Odium, Shard of Hatred threw the wooden sphere with all his might. It whistled as it sped through the air before impacting at the far end of the playing field. The three shards watched as the ground settled from the impact before Survival declared the score. “Another 140 Points to Odium, Endowment, it’s your throw.” Endowment nodded thoughtfully and perused the available spheres left to throw. A couple of Reversal spheres, a Inversion sphere, some Radiants, some Growth, and a Equalizer Sphere. “So Odium, if you were in my position, which would you throw?” His opponent glanced over at the rack, then pointed at the Inversion sphere. “If you’re lucky, you could pull off a Crown pairing with that one. Of course, you’d run the risk of me removing the Growth Spheres.” “Is that a metaphor for something else, or actual advice?” “You’re the one who invited me here, which did you want to hear?” She frowned, then picked up the Inversion sphere and tossed it underhand towards the center of the field. She winced as it bounced off one of the previously thrown spheres and rolled into a Void zone. “Well, hopefully my next gambit pays off better." Odium smirked. “And now I get to ask you if that’s a metaphor or not.” That drew a chuckle from Survival, who was playing the neutral referee for their game. “What the two of you should be asking is if i’m the metaphor or not. Am I still neutral?” Odium and Endowment both stared at him, then met eyes and tried to gauge whether or not the other had converted him, either that or they were trying to fake not having converted him. Odium scowled and tossed his drink onto the field as he stood. “Right, I’m done with this game. I’ll see you two later.” He dropped his Physical Form and entered Shadesmar, leaving Nalthis and its silly games behind. What a waste of a night. Are Metaphors Meta? Who knows? Boring Nights get you confusing writeups that make you question things you thought you knew.
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    The Night is over.
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    "Language isn't a Formal System. Language is Glorious Chaos."

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    I like the Song. And the Luna dress. The episode itself was a bit disappointing. I was hoping for something bigger to end the Hiatus.
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    You named it Discord?
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    Night 4: Fleeing Shadows It was not Second’s way to directly interfere. He preferred to stay hidden and watch, waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment had never come. Wilkin had proven more elusive than Second had been expecting. He had managed to turn the tables on him, turning the Hunter into the Hunted. Second had made the mistake of acting the cat, and playing with him before going in for the kill. Wilkin had not been the mouse he was expecting. He was the flame instead. The flame was growing as he watched. More and more of the Seventeenth Shard had turned against him, even Dust was coming for him. There weren’t any ways he could get out of this one, not as he was. But he was a Trapper of Patji. He had the will, he would find the way out. All he needed was time. The scarcest of his resources. Wilkin entered the D’Denir gardens, followed by the Worldhoppers still loyal to Hoid. Leyton was there, as was Maw, Larik and Dow. He needed to distract them, to stall for time while he thought. Wilking stopped just out of reach, and grinned at him. “Well Second? Have you learned yet not to bait me?” “Apparently not.” “Do you have anything to say to us before we kill you? Any last minute confessions? Now’s your last chance to throw yourself on the Mercy of the God Beyond.” Confessions, yes, that would work. “I have many confessions to make. The only ones you care about though, are the deaths of your fellow Worldhoppers I presume. Such as Aili.” He stared at Maw, and smiled. “Remember hier A so called God of this land? She was the one of the first of you I killed.” Maw’s jaw dropped. “You? You?! You colourless cremling! I’ll kill you for that!” He lunged forward throwing his fist at Second. Before he could make contact, Wilkin pulled him backwards. “Calm yourself! He’s baiting you on purpose!” The rest of the Worldhoppers looked on in shock and excitement as Maw struggled against Wilkin, none of them remembering to watch him. Which gave him just enough time to come up with a plan. If he kept his shard, they would be able to track him, but he couldn’t leave it for them. That left only one recourse. He channeled Dominion’s power into itself, sending cracks through its structure. Then he dismissed it. It reformed, badly damaged, above the crowd. Endowment would undoubtedly claim it, but it was weaker now. And he needed to leave. They saw what he was doing now, and many of them lept for him, but their hands only passed through the smoke left by his passing. He would hide away for a year or four, until things died down. Danstar didn’t react when Dominion died. He hadn’t reacted when Maw rose from the dead, or when Devotion had been killed. He didn’t particularly care about any of that. As long as they stayed away from him, he didn’t see any point in getting involved. Very few things were worth a reaction. Having his throat slit was one of them though. It was fast, one minute he was watching them deal with Dominion, the next he was bleeding out. He tried to staunch the flow of blood from his neck, but whoever had killed him grabbed his arms and forced them away, letting his lifeblood drain away. The last thing he head was Exisa’s voice muttering to himself. “Kill Dan, check. Now to impersonate him.” Alvron was Lynched! He was Dominion! Endowment now holds Dominion. Danstar was Inactive! His identity has been given to Phattemer! Votes: Alvron(9): Macen, Wilson, Seonid, Quiver, Mailliw, Dowanx, Stink, Shalla, Honey Badger, Kipper Wilson(3): Haelbarde, Alvron, Lopen Stink(1): Antillar EDIT: Apparently, Aili was a Female.
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