Jo and the Bush

I meant once the powers refresh. Or is pewter forever taken out of their power pool? Or worse, do they roll it, but not have the extra life.

Lol, i was about to say that EDIT: @Metacognition If a mistborn with pewter gets attacked, can they draw Pewter again?

. . . The first sentence of my overall profile. It's true. Lol, There's still time for you to randomly get lynched in the AG. I'll send you a link once the game starts, in case you change your mind.

Alright, there's a bit under 30 hours left until the game starts. Sign ups will remain open until that time. If anyone has any last minute clarifitory auestions, or bribes for a certain role, now is the time. If you're on the fence about signing up, just join the spec doc! Less commitment, less stress, more laughter

"That is exactly what i think Naihar is doing. Especially since the one's he asked publicly were shot down as not working. He looks like he's finding a way to help hunt the unjust, but only puts forward plans he's secretly learned don't work."

Still reading, getting less suspicious of jon, and more irritated at Stink. Enough that I'm happy to lynch him unless my read through comes up with a better suspect. Jon, I'm starting to think I just decided you were a mistborn who pulled pewter and decided to use it as a wgg, and then I tunneled on you. I'm not as suspicious of you, because the only real evidence is that it is theoretically possible.

Ah good, you did see the code. I was worried since i never saw the reply. still slightly suspicious, since your protected yourself, rather than Arinian, but I'm willing to ignore you for now. Now then, I'm still suspicious of Jondesu and Stink, but i want to finish reading through all the posts before i vote.

Jonly stood away from the fight, watching and analyzing. This was not a situation he was prepared for, and he was cursing the Lord Windrunner for putting him in it. Should he use Feruchemy to fight the Greatshell, he would be revealed to those with a knowledge of the Cosmere. And until he finished bonding a spren, he had no other way to fight the thing. Bloodlight would not help him without a bond. He'd had to drain a goldmind to survive the fall and pass it off as Bloodlight healing. The two were similar enough that no one had questioned why he hadn't glowed, but, they had all been focused on the Greatshell, rather than their fellow initiates. "Rust and Ruin." He cursed under his breath and changed position. The Greatshell, harried by Initiates, was beginning to turn towards where he was. He did not want to have to fight this thing without Feruchemy, but it was looking like he would have to. But then Arionium was under it with a sword, removing one of the Greatshell's legs. The man fell backwards as the chasm vibrated with the creatures fall. Jonly watched the man carefully. He and Nairhar were both suspects of his for murdering Lomot. Arionium, for trying to convince everyone that there were only 4 skybreakers in their midst, and Naihar for publicly asking questions that the Lord Bondsmith shut down, when he claimed to have asked many other question in private. He would keep careful watch over the two of them after the fight, to see where they went.

Hmm. there are only 15 players signed up. Come on people, the more the merrier! The clock in the Original Post is accurate. Please post here if you have not received a PM from me already.

Sorry for leaving the vote on you hero, I'f been extremely busy for the past 36 or so hours. I will read the thread and post my thoughts in the morning. @Metacognition Can a Mistborn draw the same metal twice in a period of eight cycles? or does s/he have to draw all 8 before s/he can get a repeat?

I am alive. I am a confirmed villager who is still alive. I am active, and analysing, and they killed a barely active coinshot instead of me. >.< I'm being played. Herowannabe what were the results?

Jonly had to work hard to not slap the two initiates. One mocked his own efforts, and the other ignored valuable information. Kintas, the Lie made flesh, was the worse of the two. He claimed that his threats were empty, but made them anyway. He claimed he wanted to interrogate Ashetvl, but in the same breath claimed that no one would be interrogated. But that was easy enough to fix. "Ashetvl!" Jonly called across the roof. "Our mutual friend Kintas believes you to be Lomot's murderer, but since he isn't willing to convince others to arrest you, I'll do it for him." He would show Kintas how empty his words truly were. As for Arionium, why bother saying anything to the man? He had already said that he would ignore all of Jonly's words, Well then. Jonly could easily take advantage of that if necessary. He could yell Arionium's name from the roof, and detail everything he knew about the man, and never be heard. Often, being ignored was more valuable than being heard.

How about jondesu? He's the next one I want to lynch.

"Ralaani, Ralaani, you doubt me?" Jonly grinned, and opened his eyes again. The woman was watching him, unknowing that he could hear her talking to herself. or to her spren? Jonly didn't know why he could sometimes see the girl's spren, and why sometimes he couldn't. Not that it mattered. He stood up, and turned to face her. her eyes widened as he made his way across the roof, never breaking eye contact with her, still grinning through his teeth, like unto a skull forever joyous in death. He stopped near enough to her her that anyone could hear their conversation. "Evil am I? By all definitions, yes. But I did not kill Lomot, nor, i think, did you Ralaani, But I do think you know who did. See, you approached me in private last night, just to chat about some sport. In private, you were comfortable approaching me, comfortable befriending me, but now, in the light of day, with everyone watching, you quiver and shake, as if terrified. Almost as if you want people to doubt me." Jonly leaned in and hissed. "Liar." He turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder, "You may play the waif, but I see the steel you hide girl."

All around the roof, panicked initiates were clambering around, grabbing onto ropes and tying themselves off. Captain Windrunner stood at the edge of the roof, his back to the storm wall, and fully infused with bloodlight. Jonly stayed calm, trying to figure out the Windrunner’s game. Was this a test of some sort? See if they could survive? Or if they could ride the storms as he did? Or was it something more sinister? Captain Windrunner didn’t seem to be a monster, but perhaps he simply chose to hide it better than Jonly did. Either way, he wouldn’t get more information until after the storm had passed. Nearly all the ropes had been claimed, now, and most of the initiates were fully secured. He glanced around, checking off to see where each of them had positioned themselves. Some had run for the ropes at the back, cowardice or prudence? While others had tried to get in the center of the group, for security? One, wasn’t there. Jonly grabbed a rope, and begin to count the initiates. 21, and himself. Lomot was missing. Why? Had he fled? Been punished? Bonded a spren already? Frowning, Jonly tightened the rope around his waist, then sat down in meditation position. He had spent untold thousands of nights in this position, legs, crossed, arms resting on his knees, chin down and eyes closed. He closed off his senses, storing them in tin minds. All except hearing. He tapped his iron minds, increasing his weight to prevent the storm from blowing backwards. And then, he listened. The Stormwall hit. He could hear everything perfectly. Millions of raindrops hitting cloth, skin and stone, and bouncing off. They blended together into one unending drone. At these speeds, the wind could be described as whistling. It screamed. In hatred, and in terror, and in love, and in joy, the wind screamed through his ears. Some of the initiates screamed with it. They screamed obscenities, and wordless cries, platitudes, and prayers. God would answer none of them. Jonly used his heartbeat as a reference point, keeping count of how since the wall hit. After a minute of pure hearing, he stopped storing touch, and began to store hearing. The noise died, but now he could feel each raindrop, slamming into his skin, like a boxing into a skull. A neverending torrent of force beating him down. The rope was tighter than he had it earlier. Had he been pushed backwards? He was still in the same position, but his rear was certainly soaked, indicating that he had been forced back onto wet stone. This storm was stronger than most. He began to tap warmth, to fight the pervasive chill in the air. Instinct told him to simply suck in the Storm’s bloodlight, but he would not. He would not rely on Honour’s corpse to survive. He would make his own way forward. Another minute passed, and Jonly once again stored touch, and finally, tapped sight. His eyes, closed and weakened these past two minutes, nearly blinded him in the storm’s light. He waited for them to adjust, tapping and storing sight to hasten the process, before finally looking around. The darkness of the storm kept him from seeing much, no matter how much tin he tapped. He could see the heavy clouds, groaning with an ocean’s worth of rain. He could see the spren, hundreds of them, wind and storm and fear, zipping through the currents of the wind, circling some of the initiates. From some, they fled. He took note of those ones, and also examined the feet of every initiate. He was disappointed to see that none of them had the unique spren. He looked down, and there they were. Every highstorm had brought them, spren he could find in no book, spren like the world had never heard of. Black, with streaks of purple, they poured over his legs and feet like Tar. Darker than dark, they seemed to absorb light. He could see them even when there was no light in the storm, for even nothingness was brighter than them. He didn’t know what they signified for sure, but had named them Necessityspren, after himself. They followed only the Monster, after all. He grinned, as he had a sudden insight. Lomot was dead. That’s why they were out here. Something had happened, and Captain Windrunner wished to make them afraid, so that he could control them. He would find that Jonly could not be cowed by a storm, nor controlled by a man. But he would find neither was necessary. Lomot had not been a man deserving of death. Jonly would be quite happy to find his killers. Long after the storm passed, and Captain Kaladin arrived to confirm Jonly’s thoughts, he sat there, continuing to meditate, thinking on everything he knew of the other initiates.

Hmm. . . I'm at a bit of a loss right now. With no Bronze mistings, i can't scan all the people i want to scan, with no Iron mistings, i'm probably going to die tonight.:/ With the steel misting going inactive, we can't get off a kill. gah. Seonid, you mind talking a tad bit more about Orlok? Do you still want to lynch him for inactivity? I'd rather just let @DroughtBringer kill him.

. . . I ship it.

Just claim it's a poisoners duel. those can take decades.

Magestar(2): Magestar, Hemalurgic Headshot Hemalurgic Headshot(3): Joe, Araris, Sart Seonid(1): Wilson Conquestor(1): Herowannabe Orlok(1): Seonid Stink(2): Jondesu and Wyrm Jondesu(1): Elbereth Assassin(1): Stink I think this is accurate?

It's more that everything hero does implicates you. If hero is a villager, then you are. But if he isn't. . . You still might be a villager.

My suspicons are based off of my interactions with people in PM's. Not roles. The smokers and thugs i suspect because there's no way to prove their role, and because i Know that there was at least one tineye oit there who claimed something other than tineye mistborn. Probably a roleless or a smoker, since with elenions death, they're impossible to prove their role. I'm actually moving hero and stick of my defend list and into my hmm list, because the more i look at them, the shiftier they seem.

nothing reveals roles, and only lynches reveal alignments on death.

stick and hero.

. . . oops? I will add you in. Not sure how i missed you.

Jonly scoffed at the idea. While he himself agreed with it, how did he plan to go about it? The dustbringers did not know who the truthwatchers and lightweavers were. And if they did, they could very well be a skybreaker them self. So while it was a good idea to have the radiants team up. They had no way to be certain they could team up. Jonly himself could think of four or five ways to impersonate a lightweaver or truthwatcher if necessary. And besides unless the truthwatcher finds a highspren, or the lightweaver hears someone pulling a 'Sani', they have no real evidence that the Dustbringer doesn't.