Jo and the Bush

Melt it. I've read the thread again, and still have no better suspicions. Also, I'm half certain I'm going to get double tapped tonight, since the Spiked mistborn hasn't drawn steel a second time yet. A Joe in the Bush: Lurcher (Scanned by village seeker) Seonid: Regular (Scanned by Herowannabe) I_Am_Stick: Stick- Claims regular (Scanned by Herowannabe) Little Wilson: Claims Smoker (Scanned by Herowannabe) Survived an attack Herowannabe: Claims Village mistborn. Scanned Seonid, Wilson and Stick (Would love to lynch him just to prove his info correct or not, but that would waste a lynch) Wonko the Sane: (Scanned by Village Seeker) Thug with two lives If Hero is village, the eliminators are in the below group. Jondesu: Survived an attack Claims Thug Wyrmhero: Claims Roleless Conquestor: Claims Smoker Araris Valerian: Claims Thug with two lives Stink: Claims Regular Orlock Tsubodai: Dropped Could be the spiked Mistborn? I never got a role claim from him. So i want to kill Hero, because his death will objectively clear stick, seonid and wilson in my mind. I don't think Stink, araris or Wyrm are eliminators, So, i'm going to go after Conquestor, then Jondesu, than Orlok, assuming Hero is dead and village.

Found another GM error. On the first day of signups, i changed how rioters work in my google doc rules. somehow, that change didn't make it to the thread. RIOTERS DOUBLE A PLAYER'S VOTE. If a soother and a rioter target the same person, they cancel eachother out. Because of this mistake, i will detail exactly what happened in the lynch. Votes: Drought (0): _stick_ (Stick's vote was soothed) Silverblade (1): Conquestor Arinian (1): Bartimeaus Jondesu (3): Phattemer, Assassin in Burgundy, Elenion, Bugsy (One of these votes was soothed.) Bugsy (5): Jondesu, Lopen, Ecthelion III, Alvron (One of these votes was rioted (Doubled) and Alvron's vote was moved to here by a secret role or item) Doc (1): Daniyah Daniyah was killed by a player, and another player was attacked, but saved by a lurcher. Bugsy was lynched, but survived due to having an extra life. Please continue in your regularly scheduled killings.

Rule Clarifications: Items Items can be given to another player at any time, even halfway through a cycle. Items can be used in addition to your role action. items can only be used at rollover, like normal actions. The existence of an item should not be be taken as a confirmation or denial of a specific role. For example, Item: Aonic Dictonary boosts the role Elantrian Scholar This role is not in the game, but the item is. Items may or may not have a secondary secret use. if a player with items is killed, the killer will take a random item. any other items will be randomly given to other players. if a player with items is lynched, their items will divided up among their voters.

Writeup has been edited with new information, and old information has been edited out. All information and PM's have been sent out.

Cycle 2: Life is a Dance Avrao Ngao danced. Dancing was not correct. Dancing was lifeless movement compared to this. This was Flight. This was life. But there was no other word that she knew to describe it. Her feet moved from stone to stone in the empty moonlit square, each one never touching the ground for more than a breath. On occasion, the butt of her Spear, or the palm of a hand would hit the ground instead, and she would flip through the air, always landing with a smile on her faces, and closed eyes, the Spear out to one side to balance herself. She danced through the square that before had been used to execute a hundred skaa. Svetao had once told her that places of life could not be turned into graveyards unless they were forgotten and ignored. This square was no graveyard. It had been a market. It had been a debate hall. It had been a bustling school, and a training yard. It would not be remembered for the executions, as long as Avrao remembered it. She swept a foot out, an arm swinging in the opposite direction, the spear twirling across her shoulders. She spun to a standing position, spear at her side in a dramatic pose as she finished the dance, her chest heaving with exertion. For the first time since the start of the dance, she opened her eyes. The mist swirled in circles around her, mimicking the moves of her dance. They spun and flipped and flowed around her, She turned slowly, admiring the thick patches of it. It was everywhere, filling the empty air with a warm caress. She felt at home in the mist especially when she had the Spear. It welcomed her, like a loving mother. A soft clapping filled the square, banishing the peace of the night. She turned, narrowing in on the sound. A man stood on the edge of the square, clapping with a gentle smile. “That was beautiful, a work of art. Please, who are you?” Avrao grinned. “My name is Avrao. Who are you?” “Someone who collects things. Tell me, that spear, it feels, powerful. What is it? Where did you get it?” She raised the spear, admiring it once again. “It was a gift from my mother. She claimed it was the Spear that took the first life of the Survivor, and the last life of the Lord Ruler.” “Amazing. An artist, and a Historian? You are a treasure girl. You preserve, and you create. Please, may I hold the spear?” “Of course, for a gentleman such as yourself.” He held the spear like a mother cradled a newborn. He wrapped his arms about it, grinning in excitement. “This is brilliant! Where did you mother find it?” Avrao shrugged. “In a dusty old cupboard was all she ever said about it. I kept it in another until she died.” “Please, may I borrow this, and return it on the morrow? I wish to study it in detail.” “Of course! History and Art are meant to be shared. I’ll be dancing here again tomorrow night, just bring it back then.” They said their farewells, and departed. Avrao smiling as she danced down the street, sending ripples through the mist. She danced through Luthadel, until she arrived at the house she shared with nearly a dozen other skaa. No candles were lit, which was odd for this time of night, but not odd enough to deter her from entering the building. But the smell of blood, that was enough. The pale light of the night flitted into the doorway. Avrao stood frozen, staring at the scene. A dozen dead skaa filled the room. All of them had been torn apart by something, something vicious. There was a throaty growl from the dark recesses of the building, and avrao could only watch, as the shadows slid off her killer. Bugsy was lynched! They Survived! Daniyah was killed! She had Item: Spear of the Survivor and Item: Colourful Stone A Player was attacked, but survived! Votes: Drought (0): _stick_ Silverblade (1): Conquestor Arinian (1): Bartimeaus Jondesu (3): Phattemer, Assassin in Burgundy, Elenion, Bugsy Bugsy (5): Jondesu, Lopen, Ecthelion III, Alvron Doc (1): Daniyah Time until Cycle 3 Player List:

Time. Give me ten minutes to confirm all actions, then the writeup will be posted. What's left of it that is.

Magestar (1): Alvron Drought (1): _stick_ Silverblade (1): Conquestor Arinian (1): Bartimeaus Jondesu (4): Phattemer, Assassin in Burgundy, Elenion, Bugsy Bugsy (3): Jondesu, Lopen, Ecthelion III Doc (1): Daniyah >.< anyone else want to last minute vote? Break a little more of the writeup? 3 minutes left.

I will not be lynched. you and jondesu are indeed up for lynch, not me.

I actually agree with stink right now. That was a weird way to phrase it, Conquestor.

"Then rusting run this time girl." Jonly snapped, dropping her and pushing her ahead of himself. "I'm not picking you up again." There was a rushing sound from behind them, like the sound of a waterfall, or rapids. He shot a glance over his shoulder, then skidded to a halt, grabbing Ralaani again. There was a rusting flood coming down the canyons towards them. He gritted his teeth and jerked around, searching for a place to climb. Could the girl climb as well? "Ranatar, Jonly, Raalani, Hithon, everyone who can, grab onto the rope! Leave some space between you, but hold tight!" His head snapped to the side. Kintas, the Lie made Flesh, was doing something to a rope. He threw it into the air, and it stuck to the canyon wall. "Awakening? Ha!" Jonly grinned. even in this situation, he got new information. The man was returned. He was a liar. "Come on Ralaa!" She squeaked again, as he grabbed onto the rope, and tossed the end to her. The rope wrapped around them, and yanked them into the air, along with several other initiates. Some of his favorites actually. The stormwarden, the Blind monster, and the girl. "Kintas, he called over the sounds of flood and fighting. "Do us all a favor and make sure Naihar doesn't get up here. I suspect the same of him as I did of Arionium." He grinned, "In return, I'll pretend you're from Roshar, eh?" Alvron Arinain

I have a secret role that removes one vote. =P (also, i will not be keeping that vote tally updated)

Lol, I wouldn't reveal a secret role that easily.

because i toss a (1) on the end of everyone who gets a vote, then change the numbers once i'm done counting them all.

24 HOURS REMAIN OF THIS CYCLE! Vote tally: Magestar (1): Alvron Ecthelion III (1): Lopen Drought (1): _stick_ Joe (3): Silverblade, Arinian, Straw, Doc12 Silverblade (1): Conquestor Arinian (1): Bartimeaus Jondesu (2): Phattemer, Assassin in Burgundy Bugsy (1): Jondesu Straw (1): Ecthelion III Rule Clarifications:

Tineye's please add me to all pm's you make.

Voidbringers. Gone was Jonly's former uncertainty. The greatshell had not been a life or death situation. This was. Now he had no choice, but to utilize everything he had. Bloodlight and Feruchemy both. He tapped Steel and Zinc, and time began to slow around him. He tapped just s touch of pewter to give him a burst of strength, enough to take a step and leap, nearly 50 ft away from the Greatshell and towards the Voidbringers. He began to store weight, and leapt again, this time with more pewter and steel. At his decreased weight, he rocketed forward, above the first ranks of the Voidbringers. He tapped Iron and even more pewter. filling out his muscle mass and increasing his weight thirtyfold. The Voidbringer he landed on was crushed flat like a beetle. He stopped tapping weight, and turned in time to take a bolt of lightning to the face. His vision cut out, and his nose filled with ozone. He hissed through his burning lips, and sucked in Bloodlight. It flowed through him, healing his eyes and face. As soon as he could see again, he stood. "Right, that was stupid of me." The Voidbringers were still charging the fleeing initiates, Only a few other Initiates were charging back. And one was staying put, doing nothing. The girl he had been talking to earlier. He had made her a offer, and he intended for her to live to accept it. He tapped more speed, dodging away from another lighting bolt, and headed back, passing Fifth, Uther and Sareth. Once he reached Ralaani (or was it Ralaanar? Rusting Spren called the girl a different name then she did.) He stopped tapping speed, tapped strength, and scooped her up without protest. "Right, let's get back to the others Ralaa." @Arraenae

K, I'll be protected by the iron misting again tonight.. If i could get the copper mistings to not cloud anyone that would be nice. Hero, i changed my vote because i don't actually suspect Stink, and i slightly suspected Mage. I do agree that Con is suspicous, and I'll probably go after him next.

Hush Silver. I think i have sent out all GM PM's. If you have missed your PM, please PM me in the PM I sent you when you signed up. Rule Clarifications: Tineye's may not add players to an existing conversation. All players most be added before any player has read the original post.

I missed that. it was supposed to be the spectators (And mailliw) voting on aman. Your vote has been removed.

Lol. It didn't. I am still sending out PM's. don't fret if you haven't received yours yet.

Cycle 1: The Curious case of Temaun Renaud The skaa are weak, and weakness doesn’t deserve food or life. “No. Everyone deserves food and Life.” Everyone? Why do they deserve it? “Emperor Elend ordered me to watch after the Skaa while he was away.” And are not his orders best kept by keeping his citizens strong? You are strong, you seized power, your armies and loyal citizens are strong. “I can, hmm. . . We do need to cut down on food consumption.” And if you try to ration food, people will grow hungry, and weak. Best to cut the weak out now. “Indeed.” “Sire?” King Penrod of Luthadel jerked up from his musings, snapping to attention as one of the guards hesitantly called out to him. “What Regiie?” “Er, you’ve been muttering to yourself ever since the Emperor’s men arrived an hour ago. You’re expected to make a speech to the populace soon. Are you alright?” Of course you are. King Penrod smiled with all the royalty he could. “Of course Regiie. I’ll be out in a moment.” The spike in his chest had never felt so comfortable. The citizens of Luthadel gathered in families, and shops, and labor unions and parties. All sorts of groups commingled in the square before Keep venture, awaiting the news of relief sent by the Emperor and the Heir. Temaun Renaud waited with them, but he already knew the news. There would be no food coming. The shortages would continue. The death would continue. The beautiful destruction of the world would continue. Life was so much simpler, since the coming of his God. Before, he had spent endless days trying to find the most efficient solutions for the housing and feeding problems of the city. He had been one of Penrod’s closest advisors. And then the Inquisitor had come, and God had come, and everything was easy. He no longer needed to search for the most efficient solution, God told him the most elegant solution. The words to say, the prices to pay, the foundations to lay. Cutting away the chaff. The crowd begin to quiet as the upper balcony doors were flung open. Two royal guards walked onto the balcony in sync, taking positions on either end. Between them walked the Stately king Penrod, still rubbing his chest. He was rubbing the same place Temaun was rubbing right now actually. Could the King hear God? “Noble citizens of Elendel!” The king’s voice resonated across the entire square, quelling the last pockets of conversation. “Your emperor has received our pleas for more food, and sent his reply. There will not be more food being shipped. There will not be relief.” There was a stunned silence throughout the square. Temaun didn’t care. God was with him. The people around him though, began to yell. King Penrod raised his hands, gesturing for silence. Noble soothers sprang into action, dampening the incipient riot before it could even began forming. “That is not to say there will be less food. For, as the Survivor taught, we must be strong to survive. We have no room for weakness. For the next hundred days, until we have more food, we will be executing 100 people each day. These hundred people will be chosen by you, the people. Their food will be distributed amongst the rest of the people, those who survived.” There was a different kind of silence following this announcement. A mixture of horrified, shocked, and eager. Temaun grinned. “Well this will be fun then. A bloodbath.” He watched as the king turned, and left the balcony. The two guards following behind him. The crowd began to murmur about the news. Well, said God, That was stupid of you to say outloud. Temaun blinked, then looked around. Four different citizens were staring at him open mouthed. One of them glanced around, then smiled. “So, we have to choose who to execute then? How many people heard Temaun here just say that bathing in blood is fun?” More of the crowd was taking notice. Several people around Temaun looked horrified at him. “I say we execute Temaun before he kills the lot of us!” Another woman called out. “He’d want to do the same to us!” “Listen, people, we can’t just kill him, we have to take care of each other!” “You heard the king. We have to kill 100 people a day. If not Temaun, then who? Are you willing to volunteer?” “I, uh, that is to say, uh. . . Let’s kill Temaun!” Temaun had heard enough, pivoting about he tried to run, but was met by a crush of bodies. There were too many people focused on him now. They grabbed his arms as he desperately tried to force his way through. They threw him to the ground, and begin to throw down anything they could find at him. Rocks, shoes, bricks. Disappointing. I could have used you for— A chunk of stone his his chest, right where the spike was. It drove the cursed thing deeper into him. He felt it stab into his heart, and he screamed as God’s presence fled. Amanuensis was Lynched! He was a Spiked! Votes: Amanuensis(3): Elbereth, Wilson, Mailliw Remember! Only Tineye’s can start PM’s! Player List:

Gah, in a hurry. Stink mage

It's funny. because of them, i have to redistribute all the roles. So now Alv and mage aren't coinshots. ah well. =P

I saw the notification that you posted here and nearly bugged out that you were signing up while also writing those monster writeups. So good choice. The game will be starting in Now's your last chance to sign up or drop out. and thank you to everyone who responded to their PM's already.