Jo and the Bush

And that is time. I think that's a record amount of backstabbing for twenty minutes. Give me half an hour to figure out everything that just happened.

Everyone should be worried. Less than a minute left.

Three minute warning. I have no idea what is happening anymore.

In the existence or the possibility?

Every ruling I've seen and given is that editing more things into the very bottom of a post, clearly marked as EDIT: <new stuff here> if no one else has posted is both allowed, and asked for. It does not change the meaning. Changing the meaning is adding more into the main paragraphs, or removing portions. And admin or mod is of course allowed to overrule this.

A friendly reminder to please use the Edit function, rather then double or triple posting.

Cycle 7: give him a hand folks! Lord Magus Astrum, former house lord of the Noble House Astrum, now outlaw and murderer, sat at a table with two former allies, whom who hoped to save. “Doctor Relin, always a pleasure. Lady Beldre, it has been too long.” The two nobles exchanged glances with each other, but remained silent. It had taken a lot of work on Jack’s part to convince the three of them too meet. None of the three were quite certain what the other’s goals were, but all were at least half blooded allomancers. “Renlin, are you smoking us right now?” Astrum asked. Renlin squinted at him. “I’m not. As far as I can think, neither a coinshot, nor a rioter have a need to be burning at a civil discussion.” Beldre nudged him. “He’s a rioter Doctor, if you burn he can’t affect us.” Astrum nodded. “I just wished to establish some trust sir, that I’m not manipulating either of you.” “What do you even want Astrum?” “Unity, and a return to the old ways Doctor.” Beldre shivered, and Renlin crossed his arms. “Unity? Among whom? The city? The nobility? Us?” Astrum nodded at the last bit. “I want your help. Jack, Tohmas, Luther, you, and a dozen others still have family held hostage by Quellion. A few of us managed to find and free ours less than a week ago, which lead to the current Hazehunt happening now. I want to free the others as well.” “And what would happen to my brother in that case?” Beldre asked. “Truthfully, I’d prefer he died for imprisoning my family, and so many of my friends, and betraying us all to the Skaa.” He raised his hands to forestall the obvious objections. “But I’m a practical man. I will happily take my family and friends and leave the city. The Nobility is too weak to take the city back now. Which is why I want your help Beldre. Convince your brother to release us, and we’ll leave him in peace to rule his city.” Beldre looked away from the both, her hands fidgeting under her cloak. Renlin’s face was a mask of no emotion. The training of the nobility ran deep. He breathed in, then exhaled and shook his head. “Believe it or not Astrum, I’m happy with the way things are. I work for Quellion, not because I am blackmailed, but because I never believed all the talk that we were better than the Skaa in the first place. The other’s agree with me.” Astrum gripped a dagger under the table. “Jack doesn’t. Luther doesn’t. Beldre—” “Won’t help you.” Beldre stood up. “If you had made this offer at the beginning of the week, rather than killing Stink and Silima, I would have said yes. But not anymore.” Time for plan B then. Astrum wasted no more time on words. He jerked upright, and slammed his dagger downward. He felt Beldre began to push on it, but it was too little, too late. It slammed into Relin unprotected chest, killing the Smoker in a heartbeat. As soon as the smoking was gone, Astrum burned Zinc. He grabbed on to Beldre’s emotions, flaring Fear and panic and grief as far as they could go. She screamed in sudden impossible terror, and jumped backwards, out of range of him. Astrum put one foot on the table, and lunged forward, trying to drive her against the wall. Instead, she flung her hand out, and a wave of small peks flew outward, going right through him in dozens of places. He grunted as he fell to the floor. In her terror, Beldre continued to throw every bit of metal she had on her into his body. When it came down to Fight or flight, apparently, She had chosen Fight. Assassin in Burgundy was Lynched! He was a Regular Citizen! Wonko the Sane was killed by the Nobility! He was a Citizen Smoker! Magestar was killed by a coinshot! He was a Noble Rioter! Vote Tally: Assassin(3): Magestar, Nathan, Lopen Magestar(1): Wonko Ecthelion(1): Assassin Player list:

Time To the one person who warned me they would be last minute vote changing, thank you. to the other, who did not warn me, please warn me next time! Writeup will be in fifteen minutes now.

Sure.

Cycle 6: Ok, this is geting out of Hand. Jack leaned back in the chair, arms dangling limp at his side, his mouth and nose covered in thick, alcohol soaked fabric to keep the plague out. He hadn’t cared when the other three had died. While he had known them, he hadn’t been friends with them. They were co worker’s, nothing more. But not Sartiarty. Not him. Sartiarty had been there through thick and thin. He had helped care for Rebekka after the Austere’s had killed his wife in the last war. He had helped him escape the riots the night the Lord Ruler died. He had been there through everything, always with a level head and a plan to get by. Now he lay in a broken bed, wrapped in a coarse blanket, air rattling in and out of his lungs. His skin was stretched tight against each bone thick, sticky saliva ran a path down his chin and neck to the bed. His once fantastic hair was greasy and clumped together from prolonged bedrest. He looked the picture of a corpse. Doc, Aurore, and Quintus’s deaths had been hard, but none were as hard as this. Arboreon’s betrayal of them hadn’t even been this bad. Jack was losing everyone. Despite everything, Quellion was winning. And the remaining Nobles were still no closer to finding Rebekka. It was time for Jack to take action. He stood up, patted Sartiarty’s head one last time, and left. He found Newt in the upper floor of an abandoned Skaa Kitchen. His forehead was against the wall, and he was apathetically kicking the base of it. He paused when Jack walked in, but kept at it after he saw who he was. “How’s Sartiarty?” “Dead by now. Plague got him.” “Good riddance.” Jack’s fist clenched, but Newt didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. “That’s one less man i need to worry about.” “What’s wrong Newt?” “They’re dead Jack. That’s what’s wrong. Doc, Aurore, Quintus and Stink. They’re dead because we stayed in this damnation city to try to help you and Arboreon and the others. And then it turns out that Arboreon betrayed us to Quellion, and was happily working for him.” Newt stopped kicking the wall. He stood there for a long moment, then straightened up and turned to face him. “I need your help Jack.” Memories of their rooftop conversation during Quellions speech last week. “Anything. That’s why I’m here.” “You heard about Richelle? That sociopathic Skaa who does all of Quellion’s dirty work?” All too much. “I know of her.” “She caught the plague. About when Eoldren did. But she survived. Went through enough pain that she snapped. A Thug.” Jack winced. That was just about the worst power he could imagine Richelle getting. “What do you need?” “Men. All the men you can hire to kill her. Any lies you can tell to get them to put the dog down before she bites off one of her hands.” He chuckled once, without any humour. “I want to bite off one of hers first.” Richelle knew something was wrong the moment she stepped into the small house that she had claimed as her own. It was easy to tell what was wrong, considering that the house was empty of all the furniture she had moved into it over the past four weeks. It was just bare stone and doorways. She pulled out one of her daggers, yanked the cork out of a vial of pewter shavings she had stolen from Quellion, and chugged them down. She dropped the vial, and pulled out a second dagger. The pewter flamed to life inside her, and she took a step deeper into the room, her eyes going from side to side. “See that boys? Told you she was an Allomancer. A Noble, living among us this entire time.” She pivoted around to face the still open front door. Somehow, without her hearing, a group of men had appeared. One of them, at the front, she recognized as Jack, one of Quellion’s City Officials. The crowd with him looked angry, and all had weapons of one kind of another. This would be fun. “Kill her boys! For the Survivor! For the Skaa!” The group roared, and charged forward. Richelle grinned. Her birthday had come early apparently. She dashed forward and met them, her daggers swooping high over makeshift clubs, her body sliding low under legs and through gaps. Wherever she went, a club was flung down at her, but they hit stone or someone else, never her. By the time she made it through the crowd of twenty men, to where Jack had been, a full third of them were bleeding out on the street. But the other dozen odd men were still determined, full of anger. Way to angry in fact. They charged her again in full force. She ducked and weaved and slashed and hacked, killing who she could, maiming anyone else. As she lunged back to avoid three clubs, her foot landed in a puddle of blood, and slid out behind her, sending her to the ground. She tried to leap back to her feet, but was tackled from the side by one of the skaa, quicker than the others. He knocked her daggers out of her hands, and squeezed her tight. She flared her pewter, and tried to break free, but more skaa piled on. THey began to club her over the head, trying to kill her, or at least, beat her into unconsciousness. Pewter helped to stave off the darkness, but it’s power wasn’t infinite, and it was blocking so much pain. Most of it, oddly, centered around her wrist. She managed to twist around, enough to see, a man sawing at her left hand with a jagged blade. Her hand came off, right as the last of the pewter burned out in her belly, and she sank into the Abyss. Arraenae was killed by the Nobility! She was a Citizen Thug! Sart died of Inactivity! Darkness Ascendant was Lynched! He was a Regular Citizen! I’m impressed that the secret has managed to stay hidden still. Kudos. Player list:

Time!

I posted in the OP that I would be moving Rollovers back an hour from now on, but due to formatting, it got stuck in the player list. It is quoted here.

PAFO

I know what I'll be spending the next hour doing.

Cycle 5: Look Ma! Three Hands! Lor slapped the gently sleeping STINK across the face. When that produced no response, he kicked him in the chest. STINK snored peaceably. Lor scowled at the crowd of onlookers. “This guy is sleeping suspiciously ain’t he?” A good amount of the crowd, jealous that STINK was getting a full night’s sleep while they were working their ashes off, nodded. A couple of them shrugged or shook their heads. “Right.” Lor picked the lightweight man up, and slung him over his shoulder in a firefighter's carry. “I’mma use him as kindling, just like every other noble in town.” The House was a real beauty. Five stories, mainly of wood. There were stone foundations throughout, but they would provide a nice skeleton after the rest of the house went. It had belonged to a Pewterarm Noble in the old days, but had been ransacked since then. Lor had directed the citizens in filling the house with burnables, soaking the foundations in wines and alcohols, and otherwise preparing it to burn brightly. Lor tied the unconscious STINK to the front stairwell. It has the least support in the house, so the rest of the floors would collapse there first, pouring down burning material onto his corpse. Immolation and suffocation all at once, with some crushing for good measure. He scratched as his burnt face a bit, remembering when he had once been on the other side of a burning. The damnation fool Quellion had let him burn in a house that he had found for him. The citizens had beaten him when he escaped, thinking he was an escaping noble. Hopefully, one day, Lor would see him burn as well. A door slammed shut behind him. Lor followed the sound of it to the front door, which was now closed. Frowning, he tried the knob. It turned, but the door itself didn’t budge. It had been barricaded from the frontside. He slammed his shoulder against the door, and while it budged an inch, someone on the other side slammed it back. “Hey!” Lor shouted. “I’m not a Noble! Let me out!” “I know that Lor.” The voice on the other side responded. “But you killed Aurore and Quintus, so I’ll kill you.” Lor heard what was normally the most wondrous of sounds; The crackle of a fire starting. But usually, he was on the other side. He turned and ran from the door, desperately hoping he had missed boarding up one of the windows earlier. Every window he checked was securely boarded up. He swore, and pounded a fist against one, hoping to suddenly snap into a pewterarm, but nothing happened. Smoke began to fill the room. He coughed, and stumbled toward fresher air. This house had a basement, right? He hurried to the kitchen, the pantry stairs lead to a wine cellar. As he took the steps, two at a time, he heard a voice call out his name. “LOR! WHERE ARE YOU?” “I’m -cough- here!” He stumbled down the last stair, nearly falling. He was sweating in the heat now. The fire was roaring on the floors above him, and he could hear rooms collapsing. Well, adieu to STINK. On the other end of the basement, a cloaked man, with a leashed dog was cursing and fanning his face. “Confound this heat! LOR! WHERE ARE— oh, there you are! Thank the Lord Ruler you haven’t burned up yet!” “Aye.” Lor agreed walking over. “How do we get out of here?” “Oh there’s a secret tunnel through one of these wine casks. My brother had it built the last house war.” “Good for us he, wait,” Lor stopped, and took a step back. “Brother?” “Yes, brother. A pureblood noble, like myself. You burned him alive a few months back. It’s a shame Jack told us you weren’t an allomancer. Then we could have killed you much earlier, but we had to prioritize the allomancers first. You understand of course.” He wasn’t quite certain if he was being insulted or not, but it didn’t matter. “Then, why are you saving me?” “Saving you?” The figure laughed. “You hear that Inquisipuppy? He thinks we’re saving him.” “Inquisipuppy?” Lor looked at the dog, really looked at it for the first time. There were two spikes where it’s eyes should be, like the Steel Inquisitors of the Lord Ruler. The dog stood stock still, completely unperturbed by the heat or lack of vision. “Inquisipuppy, bring me his hands please.” Lor stumbled backwards as the dog silenty surged forward jumping at him. He raised his hands on insticnt, to guard his face, but the dog bit cleanly through one wrist instead, severing his right hand. He screamed in agony as the dog carefully picked up the bleeding hand and brought it back to the noble. “Who’s a good girl?” he cooed. “It’s you! Yes it is! It’s You! Now, let’s get out of here and leave the bad man to his fate. Ta-ta Lor!” Lor laid there, moaning as he bled and burned at the same time. His clothing was drenched in sweat, and smoke was beginning to fill the room. He was beginning to see things. A Malevolent figure, appearing to made from smoke himself, looking him over and chuckling. All the light in the room went out, and Lor was gone. Sheep was lynched! He was a Citizen Tineye! He would have died today. Alvron was killed by the Nobility! He was a regular Citizen! Elenion was killed by a coinshot! He was a Citizen Smoker! Vote Tally: Sheep (6): Alv, Wonko, Len, Ec3, Assassin, Nathan Len (2): Magestar, Lopen Player list:

Sorry for this. Rolover is in 12 minutes, but the next cycle will not be posted for another hour and 12 minutes. My boss's boss just showed up, and I got to be actively working for the next hour. Wish me luck!

About 39 minutes left this cycle.

Now I want to see a prophesy made by you.

Sheep did not die of inactivity. that at least is not a mistake. no one died of inactivity.

*Fixes mistake and hopes no one else notices*

Cycle 4: Hat Trick Imagine a story here RippleGlyf was Lynched! She was a Noble Seeker. Vote Tally: Ripple(4): Wonko, Lopen, Rae, Elenion Darkness Ascendant(1): Alvron Rae(2): Ecth, Ripple Alvron(1): A joe in the Bush Player List:

No. Bad Alv. You get a vote now.

about 6 minutes left. get your orders in now.

GM Note: Something went wrong, and Bugsy was killed for the wrong reasons. That is to say, the same coinshot killed both Orlok and Bugsy. Unfortunately, nothing can be done at this point to bring Bugsy back into the game, so he's still dead. @Elenion If an Eliminator dies from the filter, a Roleless Eliminator would receive their role. Due to daylight's saving time, the game is ending in

Wait, day light's saving is tomorrow? Uh, I have no idea. I'll figure that out.