Jo and the Bush

Aman was a Regular Villager. He is being revealed because he was not technically inactive. The others will not be revealed.

Cycle 3: Tears of Vengeance First tried to vomit, but he had nothing left to expel. He panted as he lay on the side of the street where he had been dumped by the guards. He wasn’t the only one here. He could see others he recognized from various meetings with Quellion. Cleo was there, unconscious, and breathing very lightly, as thin as a stick. Eoldren too, stinking as if he had recently vomited. It was hard to think, hard to focus. The pain came in waves, and he felt so tired. He could hear noises, bodies falling, the creak of wagon wheels, the crackling of fire. But he found it so hard to care. He felt light, like Ash blowing on the wind. He felt warm, like the mansions burned to the ground. He felt stretched out, like butter, on too much bread. Beside him, he heard a gentle absence of sound, as Cleo stopped breathing completely. That seemed like a good idea for some reason. Be quiet, be at peace. First closed his eyes, and drifted away with the ash and smoke. Nia walked briskly through the ash fall, some sack cloth tied around her mouth and nose to keep the sickness out. She had been doing what she could to stay busy, even if it meant helping move the bodies. Anything to keep thoughts of Silima away. A friend was dead, but a friend was also a liar, a noble in hiding. She didn’t know what to think about that. When the Lord Ruler had lived, she had an image of what nobles were. Petty, cruel monsters, who took what they want, and cared for no one, and loved no one. But Silima had been happy, and friendly. She had talked about her daughter Ratha, with such love and tenderness, just like every Skaa Nia had ever known. Her vision was getting blurry, and she angrily wiped her eyes as she realized she was beginning to cry. As her vision was blocked, she stumbled over an uneven paving stone and fell to her knees. She snarled at the stones, and shook. A hand lightly touched her shoulder. “Are you okay miss?” Nia angrily wiped her eyes and grabbed the stranger’s hand. He pulled her up to her feet and she nodded decisively. “Yes, sorry, just, lost a friend yesterday. Killed by nobles.” The man nodded sadly. “I know the feeling. I too lost a friend recently. A man near and dear to my heart. What was her name, if i might ask?” “Silima, she, I,” She trailed off, uncertain of what to say. “Silima, she sounds like a lovely person. How did she die?” “Some noble, tricked a bunch of folks into killing her in a barfight.” She grinned, trying to force herself to feeling better.” But we got him back. We followed him and repaid him blow for blow. I would do anything, to avenge a friend.” “As would I.” Nia looked back at the man. “How did your friend die?” The man looked at her, almost regretfully. “He was beaten to death in an alley quite near here, by you and your friends.” His hand suddenly squeezed around her wrist. Nia put the pieces together instantly, and swung her arm, breaking the hold. She tried to throw a bunch, but he dodged around it, steped inside her reach, and then drove a dagger up through her sternum. “I think, that under different circumstance miss, we could have been friends.” He wrenched the blade out of her, and let her fall to the street. “Give my regards to Doc and Silima.” More to be edited in Winter Devotion died of Inactivity! Eolhondras died of Inactivity! Amanuensis died of Inactivity! (Kind of) Bugsy was killed by a Coinshot! He was a Regular Citizen! Orlok was killed by a Coinshot! He was a Regular Citizen! Nyali was killed by the Nobility! She was a Regular Citizen! Jondesu was lynched! He was a Noble Lurcher! Vote Tally: Jondesu (8): Nyali, Bugsy, Len, Wonko, Dani, Rae, Lopen, Sart Rae (3): Ripple, Ec3 Orlok (1): Aman Aman (1): Jondesu Player List:

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[url=http://www.pending.me.uk][/url] Jondesu (8): Nyali, Bugsy, Len, Wonko, Dani, Rae, Lopen, Sart Rae (3): Aman, Ripple, Ec3 Aman (1): Jondesu Alv (1): Magesta Please PM me if you are planning to place last minute votes.

All Mistakes in the writeup have been fixed, and the rest of the writeup has been edited in. Thank you for your patience!

Gah! Elbereth was killed by nobility. She was a Citizen Tineye! Not a Regular!

There are a lot of typo's, I'm going through and fixing everything right now. I was in a rush when I posted it. (Yes El, I'll fix your gender.) This is a Quick Fix. There will be no pinch hitting.

Apologies to the people who have yet to receive a pm, or link, I've been extremely busy since 3:30.

Cycle 2: Broken Chairs and Broken Tables Jack tapped the vial of bronze dust against the rim of his cup, pouring it into his drink. He stirred the cooling liquid with a finger before taking a drink. Skaa beer still didn’t sit well with him, he preferred wines, but Quellion had gotten rid of all of that. The other occupants of the bar didn’t seem to mind though. Various Citizenry and enslaved Nobility sat around him, drinking for their own reasons. Some were here to celebrate Quellion, some to worship the survior. Jack was here because he was not a Slave. His contact, one of the freed nobles, sat down across from him and nodded. “Evening Jack. What have you got for us?” Jack stared at him. “What are you wearing?” The Noble was wearing a very baggy sackcloth shirt, like a beggar might, a large, very obviously fake wig with attached beard, and leather gloves. They looked down at the table and mumbled something under his breath. Jack continued to stare. Years of negotiation had taught him that silence made men talk more than words did. “It’s. . . a disguise?” “You’re an idiot Doc.” Doc raised one finger at him with a scowl. “I’m not good at disguises okay? And don’t call me Doc. We don’t know who might be listening in on this conversation.” Then what should I call you? Lord Grundlebeard? Doc furrowed his brow together, humming a bit under his breath. “Twilight Sparkle.” Jack stared at him. ‘Twilight Sparkle’ stared back. Jack squinted at him. Twilight raised an eyebrow. Finally, Jack sighed, then gestured over his shoulder, indicating the group of skaa behind him. “See the short one? Thin woman, with the rope necklace?” Twilight looked over at her. “Yeah, I see her. Creepy looking skaa isn’t she?” “Her name is Silima. She’s one of Quellion’s informants, and she’s the one organizing people to hunt you all down. Kill her.” “Any Allomancy?” “Yeah.Tineye, but she's not burning right now.” Twilight looked back at him, “Tineye? She a noble?” Jack balled up his fists under the table and hissed, “Yes. But she gets to see her daughter eery day, and she works willingly with Quellion.” Twilight watched him, then nodded, obviously understanding. “Alright then. I’ll get her done.” He hummed a bit under his beard and examined the rest of the bar. “I can work with this. Do me a favor and order a round of drinks for the whole bar in Celebration of Quellion or something, okay?” With a wink and a jump, Twilight was off into the crowd. Jack sourly reached into his pocket for his coinpouch and signaled one of the serving boys to come over. The lad trotted over dutifully, looking like he was supposed to appear interested, but not caring enough to make a full effort. “Yes suh?” He tossed the boy the entire pouch, and indicated the room around him with his other arm. “I want to see everyone with a fresh drink in their palm in under five minutes alright? You and me included.” The boy grinned than scampered back to the bar, to talk to the peasants behind the counter. They looked over at him, and Jack nodded in confirmation. Drinks began to pour, and cups were stacked on the bar. “Oy!” The biggest man behind the counter waved for everyone’s attention. “Free round a drinks. One cup per person.” Jack watched as the patrons, Silima included, began to rush over to the bar to grab their drinks. Twilight didn’t. Instead, he rather quickly snatched a chair from one table, and dragged it over to where Silima had been sitting. Silima’s chair was tossed into a corner, and Twilight returned to the table from where the original chair had been stolen. Silima was one of the first to get her drinks, and she sat down in her new chair without noticing the switch. Jack raised an eyebrow at Twilight, who just winked in reply. A Skaa, the biggest one in the bar, walked over to the Twilight’s table, two drink’s in his ponderous hands. He scowled down at his missing chair like it was a personal insult to him. He thunked the two mugs down on the table and looked at Twilight. “The rust is my chair?” Twilight trembled and pointed to where Silima was sitting with her back to them. “She grabbed it as she walked by suh.” Jack’s forehead hit the table as he realized what was about to happen. He stood up, and began to hurriedly make for the door. He wanted to be near an escape before what he knew was going to happen happened. Sure enough, once he turned around, the Skaa giant was swinging an entire table into Silima’s unprotected back. It shattered the chair Silima had been sitting it, and threw the woman across the room in the bargain. She squished wetly against the stone wall of the fireplace, and then Jack’s view was interrupted by Silima’s friends suddenly attacking the Skaa. Within 5 seconds, the giant’s drinking buddies were attacking Silima’s friends, and the barkeepers were preparing to intervene. “And there we go!” Twilight had somehow gotten next to him. “Silima is dead, the skaa who attacked him will be dead soon, so there will be absolutely no evidence of our intervention, as long as we get out of here right now. Thanks for the drink Jack! See you tomorrow night.” Twilight pushed open the door and stepped out into the misty night air. Jack cursed, and followed him. He would not be going to a bar tomorrow night. Doc hummed under his breath as he left the bar. Jack had seemed a little irritated at him, but it was understandable, considering they hadn’t found Rebekka yet. But they would. They would free the rest of the nobles soon enough. He stopped humming and began to quietly sing under his breath. “My little noble. . . my little noble, a-a-a-ah, My little Noble!” He worked a skip into his walk, and the mist began to swirl almost playfully around him as he sang. “I used to wonder what nobles could do. . . Until you showed its magic to me! Plots and scheming, lots of fun! Trusted friends stand by your side, Stabbing peasants, it’s an easy feat! And a ball can make it all complete! My little noble. . . Do you know how can I clean off this blooooooood?” Doc jumped and spun through the mist on the last line landing with his arms outstretched as if posing for an audience. To his surprise, there was an Audience. Three people he recognized from the inn. Skaa who had been fighting the Giant that had killed Silima. They were glaring at him, and all held broken chunks of wood, that appeared to be from the tables and chairs in the inn. He scrambled to his feet and smiled at them. “Ah, hello all. What brings you out here into the mists?” Relyn, Renlin? Relin? Something like that, began to walk forward. “I saw what you did Mr Noble. You just murdered a friend of ours.” Doc began raised his hands placatingly, “Now now, I didn’t do anything, I merely saw that a bar fight was underway and left the inn. I’m no noble.” The Skaa with the burned face grinned at him. “ ‘My little noble, my little noble.’ I liked the song man. I don’t suppose you could scream it for us when we burn you?” The woman put a hand on his Arm. “Lor, we’re not burning him, that’s unnecessarily cruel.” “I’m out.” Doc spun on one heel and took off at a dead sprint. The mist breezed past him as he ran down the road. The three behind him yelled out and began to give chase, but they had been caught flat footed. And then a Fourth man jumped out of an alley and tackled him as he ran past. Doc spun around, his forward momentum throwing him into a logroll down the street. He crashed into a half broken barrel and groaned quietly as all parts of his body began to register pain. The men ran up to him, stopping all around him. Between pants, Relin gasped out “Thanks Stahl.” “No Problemo. Can we kill him now?” “Definitely.” Doc raised his arms to cover his face, but was unable to cover his belly as well, and that was where the first blow hit, cracking his ribs and forcing the air from his lungs. His arms instinctively went to his burning chest, which left his face unprotected from the next blow. Luckily, he wasn’t alive enough to feel it afterward. Doctor12 has been lynched! They were a Regular Noble Elbereth has been killed by Nobility! She was a Citizen Tineye! Doctor wrote the song he sang in his death. Vote Tally: Ecthelion(1): Ripple Aman(4): Orlok, Arraenae, Doc, Jondesu Elbereth(1): Ecthelion Doctor(5): Wonko, Elbereth, Nyali, Lopen, Alv Elenion(1): Aman Nyali(1): Sart This cycle ends in Player List:

Time. No more last minute freaking votes. Stop

I've already written that writeup. There's a reason I use that Mechanic in every game I run. I really, really, want to use this writeup.

Current Vote Tally: Lopen (1): Orlok, Ecthelion <1> Ecthelion (3): Lopen, Elbereth <1>, Ripple, Nyali Elbereth (2): Sart, Ecthelion <2> Doctor (2): Wonko, Elbereth <2>

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Rule Clarification: When an Inactive player dies, their role and alignment will not be revealed. Whether or not someone gets their role will not be revealed. (Unless they inactive deliberately, like Odium in LG10)

Cycle 1: Bloody times “When the Lord Ruler Fell, The Survivor proved that the Nobility, the Allomancers, the obligators and Inquisitors were no better than the Skaa.” Quellion intoned. “He showed us that we could rule ourselves, that we had no need for them. All the world over, the Nobility has kept charge, downtrodden our brethren, and stopping us from ruling ourselves as the Survivor wished.” “But not Us.” At that key sentence, Rioters that Quellion had pressed into service began to enflame emotion. Pride loyalty. Jack could see them with his bronze. Could pick them out of the crowd, just like he knew Quellion could. Jack’s foot was more Skaa than Quellion was. But until he learned where his daughter was being held, and freed her, he would continue to serve. “We tore down the mansions, burned the flags, hung the allomancers and made our own government! We brought prosperity and happiness to our city!” Lies. Jack watched as Quellion continued to spout lies and propaganda. He watched as he hijacked the Survivor’s teachings for his own corrupted use. He watched as the others, oppressed and controlled grew angry at their own impotence. He watched, and wept, but continued to obey, to look for allomantic pulses that shouldn’t be there, as he was ordered to do. He heard the soft sounds of steps on the roof behind him, and turned to see another Noble. “Aren’t you supposed to be on Security?” The noble nodded, then looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry Jack.” “For what?” “Me and a few of the others overheard some information, and broke some rules. We found some of the hostages. My wife, a few others.” Jack stared at him. The Hostages were free? How many of them were— “Rebekka wasn’t there. We don’t know where she is.” The Hope, so alien these days, was gone again. “Oh. Now what?” “We keep looking. We’re going into hiding, now that Quellion has nothing to hold us. We’ll keep hunting though. We’ll find her Jack, we’ll release the rest of you. We’ll kill this Skaa upstart.” Jack turned away. He could see other Nobility in the crowd, slipping away as news that their loved ones were free, others despairing as they were told the news and left in captivity. “Jack?” “I’ll do what I can. Pass on what information I can. Just don’t forget me. Please, find Rebekka.” His friend hugged him from behind. “I won’t. Keep up the work.” Jack breathed in and out slowly as the footsteps went away, taking with them the last hope he had. This would change things. They hadn’t thought ahead enough. Quellion wouldn’t allow this, He would hunt them down, and kill each and everyone of them. Jack would be the one to hunt them down, him and the others. And they would do it. Quellion knew exactly how to control each and every one of them. Bloody times were coming to the city. Cycle 1 has begun! All roles have been sent out, if you were missed, please post in the thread. Remember, there’s a two vote minimum to lynch, and you can’t PM more than three players! Happy hunting! Player List:

That was definitely intentional. . . I'll start sending out PM's in about 5 minutes. Singups are Still Open! EDIT: All PM's have been sent out. Half an hour folks.

About 6 hours left until Cycle 1! In order to compensate for how long it takes to send out PM's, I'm going to start sending out role PM's about 2 hours before the game starts. If you receive a PM, please don't discuss it's content or follow the link to the eliminator doc until I post Cycle 1. (I won't punish you in any way if you do, it's just to be fair to the others who haven't received their PM's yet.) Feel free to ask me any questions in your PM's at that time. That said, I'm still accepting signups, and Requests for the Spec Doc link.

Not playing. In every other game of Hurt n heal I've seen, you hurt someone by 2 points, and heal someone by 1 point. By healing and hurting people at the same rate, you're trapped in an eternal deadlock, (As I'm certain you've noticed) Why are you guys hurting/healing by two points in the first place? It does the exact same thing as hurting/healing by 1 point. literally the exact same thing.

Three people. I suppose you can have any number of pm's containing any combonation those three people. I want to be included in all pms. For the newcomers, please title your pm's as QF19: (your name) to (their names).

Metal vials are flavortext for the lurcher. They have no other use, effect or mention.