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  1. Jo and the Bush
    Blah blah blah, renegade and aman try to get eachother lynched, blah blah, superhero naming conventions, blah blah, writeup, to be edited in later, whatever. Renegade was a Citizen Beggar turned Bodyguard! Vote tally: Renegade (10): Amanuensis, Rae, Conquestor, Bard, Eolhon, STINK, Elenion, Duke, Duke, Noble Amanuensis (3): Ren, Aonar, Lopen, Stink (1): Sart
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    Time is up.
  3. Jo and the Bush
    Gah, humbug. Rollover and writeup in 15 minutes. there won't be a story to read, because I'm locked out of my google accounts right now. Viruses suck.
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    So I think I'm the last one with a known pokemon. jealous of you peeps. Orlok.
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    No. Only if they had targeted the prisoner.
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    So, if we let you live, you become more powerful? ALVRON
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    Huh, that line basically confirmed that all four players killed by the JP targeted the prisoner.
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    If a Player is saved by a protective role, their attack is not revealed in the writeup. However, the Jeskeri Practitioner is a exception to that. Normally, if an arrested player is attacked, it wouldn't be revealed, just like if a player is protected by a bodyguard. The JP's target will always appear in the writeup anonymously if others are killed. So, in this case, you know for certain that the JP attacked whomever Magestar arrested.
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    Ecthellion, I'm wiling to bet that there are 5 players left with secret pokemon. And I would bet a bit less that you have a squirtle.
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    So am I right in guessing that there's five of each starter and two of each unknown Pokemon? Alvron.
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    The 'Philosopher' killed Elbereth, however, since it is Elbereth we're talking about, I'm going to avoid working on her writeup until she gets online and tells me that she wants me to do it, rather than her. Araris was a normal kill.
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    Jaime was a Citizen, NOT a Jeskeri. Neither was Elodin. There is no 'Outed Jeskeri' Mechanic. Mailliw and Elodin made that up. That is a prime example of Deliberate misdirection. The specific circumstances that reveal the Jeskeri Practitioner are the succesful death of more than one player in an attack. The Jeskeri Acolyte, PAFO. BG's can protect against Practitioner kills. So can Legionnaires. There are no Items. This is what happens if the Jeskeri Practitioner targets an arrested player. The Legionnaire who arrested the player, and all who attempted to target them, (In this case, Jaime, WIlson and Elodin) Die.
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    Nevermind. It's up now.
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    Day 4: In which the Enemy shows it’s face, and the Citizenry know fear. Iadon stood on his Balcony, grinning up at the Full Moon. It was Time. Time to act. If the Citizenry couldn’t find the Conspirators, well, he’d just remove them all, one by one. He twirled around, and strode confidently into his bedroom, where a maid stood waiting nervously. He had summoned her here earlier, and told her to wait. But now, “It is time Sheeo. Come with me.” He ignored her queries, as he lead her into the palace. Deeper than she probably had permission to go. She would be seeing things that no servant ever should without him there. He pulled on a fake torch, and opened a secret passageway. One he had had installed in the first month of his reign. He smiled kindly, and gestured for her to go in first. She hesitated, rather than obeying instantly, but his suddenly frosted smile convinced her to scurry into the passage. He followed her in, and closed the passage behind him. As he walked, a tune began to beg for escape from his mind. He began to hum. Then sing. “They say, the price of my rule’s not a price that they’re willing to pay. They scheme, in their city when they hear me proclaim ‘I am King.’ Remember I made a Monarchy when Elantris fell, now you’re plotting my fall. Remember all of my commandments, I’m your king.” Sheeo kept giving him backwards looks over her shoulder as she walked fearfully through the dimly lit passage. He ignored her, and kept moving forward, leaving her no option but to continue. “They’ll be gone, soon they’ll know, they’ll understand why I’m unopposed. Gods will fall, Men will rise! I have seen the people through it all. And when hate, turns to war, I will send the bloody Jeskeri Cultists to remind them of my crown!” A wall suddenly opened, and two strong pairs of arms grabbed Sheeo and pulled her into the room. She tried to scream, but the hooded men stuffed what Iadon only know from experience was a severed fist into her mouth to silence her. They pulled her roughly to a stone altar in the middle of the room, and tied her down. Iadon grinned as they looked to him for permission to begin. He shook his head and walked over to her. He sat on the altar, and gently stroked her cheek. “They’ll say my crown is heavy and I can’t be king! They’ll be the ones exploding when you are gone. . . And no, you won’t survive this, cuz you’re the Sacrifice. My fearful, scared Sacrifice. Forever and ever and ever and ever. . .” The Practitioner swung his knife with precision, burying it in her belly. The Acolytes dipped their hands into the blood, and began to draw. Officer Kailin finished writing down the rest of the information that the man had told him during their interrogation. It wasn’t much. But he was mostly certain of the man’s innocence now. It was time to set him free with the dawn. He rose from the table, and went to the front door of the safehouse. He rapped on the door four times, waited, then once more. The door opened and Wilson and Janomi walked in, weapons oddly at the ready. Wilson closed the door, and Janomi prowled over to a window, looking through it as if searching for someone. “What is it?” He asked, pulling out his own blade. “We saw someone out there. Come on, let’s get the prisoner out of here.” Wilson gestured to the basement door, where the prisoner was being kept in the darkness. Kailin leaned his sword against the wall, then drew out a thick Iron key. He slipped it into the lock, twisted it, and kicked the door open. Just like every time, they went in fast, grabbing the hooded prisoner and throwing him over a shoulder before he could react. There was a muffled gasp of fear from him, but he offered no resistance. A night with Kailin could do that to a man. They bundled him up the stairs and into the parlor. Wilson cracked the door open, and peeked through it. The door shot the rest of the way open, slamming into her head. And knocking her backwards. A man, unarmed and unarmored danced into the room. He never said a word, simply lunged forward towards the prisoner, dodging around Kailin’s jabs. “For Kae!” Janomi cried as she tackled the man. He twisted, eyes closed, grabbed her by the waist and threw her into Wilson. “Lexicon!” Kailin snapped, stepping back, “What in Domi’s name are you doing?” The man paused, and opened his eyes. Lexicon regarded him coolly, then gestured to the prisoner. “The man is guilty of conspiracy to commit regicide. I’ll be killing him first.” He dived forward again, hitting Kailin in the waist and knocking him over. The prisoner’s muffled screams accompanied the ponderous thud of Kailin hitting the floor. Lexicon jumped over the legionnaire and picked up the prisoner in one hand. He drew his hand back to punch him, but paused when he began to glow. The glow quickly spread to Lexicon, covering both of them in a sickly green light. Lexicon dropped him and backed away, staring at his hands. Wilson grabbed Kailin’s shoulder and pulled him up. She grabbed the dazed, glowing prisoner, and threw him onto his broad shoulders. “Go, free him, I’ll take care of Lexicon.” she turned to Lexicon as the glowing spread to her and Kailin as well. “What have you done? What is this?” Lexicon met her eyes, wide with fear. “This wasn’t me, this isn’t the Dor I know. This is, hostile.” “I know.” All three turned to look at Janomi as she rolled to her feet. “It’s the Mysteries.” She took the prisoner from Kailin, and laid him down on the table. “You’re all already dead. That glow will force your heart to implode in the next minute. It’s completely lethal, unless blocked by a higher power.” She was not glowing. In fact, the prisoner’s glow retracted away from her hands. But when she removed them, the glow returned. “I can only save one, and I choose him.” She reached under her tunic, and withdrew a Korathi amulet. It was shaped into the Aon Dao. she pulled it off, and tied it around the prisoner’s neck instead. The prisoner’s glow seemed to jump through the air, onto her. Lexicon gasped, then began to choke. His eyes bulged out, and he fell to his knees, grasping his chest. The glow faded as he fell to his side. His hands fell away, revealing a distorted chest. Kailin cursed, the lunged for the prisoner, in a desperate bid to grab the amulet. His corpse hit the prisner instead. He fell in unison wil Wilson, leaving only a sorrowful Janomi. She pulled out her knife, and cut the prisoner’s bonds. His hands trying to pull the hood off his face was her last sight as her heart burst in her chest. Liadan sat between the feet of the half finished statue. Straw's will had insisted his gravestone be larger than life, and he had left enough money to afford one. They had started construction on it almost as soon as his body had been found, as the will specified payment only upon completion. For now, the legs alone were nice to lean against. They reminded her of him. Sometimes, she didn't want the reminders, and other times, she did. Something was strange about the graveyard tonight though. The animals had gotten used to her presence and tended to ignore her, but tonight, they were silent. Someone else was in the graveyard with her. She was certain of it. If she was quiet, she could hear the occasional footfall, or the intake of breath She felt like one of the statues, being studied by a curious scholar. But, she wasn't a statue, was she? "You can come out." She called to the unseen visitor. "I won't bite. Honest." The silence became more ponderous, as if the unseen person was worried about her offer. So she called out again, "I know you're out there, come talk with me." A tall figure, wrapped all about in a cloak, stepped out from behind the statue of the mother. He stood there, face shrouded in darkness, studying her, as an artist studies a blank canvas. "Come have a seat with me, I like to talk to people." The man ignored her invitation, and instead began to walk sideways, maintaining his distance from her. "I'm not certain what to make of you little girl, everyone seems to trust you, but no one seems to know you. Why do you sit in this graveyard all night?" Liadan shrugged. "Life seems sweeter in a graveyard. More, worthwhile." "Life? Sweet?" The figure stopped circling her. "Let me ask you little damsel, why should life be sweet? Should it not be dark and cruel, to test us for the life to come after? Is that not why people think the gods sent us here?" She smiled, and patted the statue's base. "Come, sit." The figure didn't move for a long while, but then advanced cautiously, looking this way and that. "What do you look for?" "Everyone knows Children are the most dangerous of all humanity." He snapped at her. "What traps do you have planned to sit there so openly?" She shrugged again. "No traps. I just like to talk to people. Or listen. Some people need one, and some need the other. I think you need to ask questions. You wouldn't be here otherwise." The figure halted before her, then sat cross legged on the ground. "You know far more than you seem little lady." "I thought you said I was supposed to be dangerous. Aren't dangerous people smart?" "Of course not! Smart people aren't dangerous, because dangerous people get killed! And if you're smart, you'd know that, so you wouldn't be dangerous. and then you won't get killed." He nodded his head firmly, seeming rather pleased with himself. "So, we should kill all the fools then?" The figure blinked, then opened his mouth. He closed it again, then frowned. "Bah, you're too talkative by half girl. Haven't you heard that children should be seen and not heard?" "Tell me sir, if I was seen, and not heard, what would be the point of talking to you?" "To figure out if you're dangerous to me or not!" he snapped. "And, am I?" "Of course not, you're a child." He frowned, and began to rub his chin. "Of course, you are surprisingly effective at getting people to talk. I've watched you theses past few weeks you know. People open up to you, tell you their secrets." "Like I said, some people need someone to listen to. Tell me sir, what will your gravestone be?" The man's eyes narrowed. "My gravestone? I'd never thought of that. Hmm. . . That will require some consideration. Why? What do you think it should be?" "How about, a pair of glasses, with which to see? Or a book, with which to read?" He shook his head. "Both are far too humble for me. But I suppose, it doesn't matter, does it? If I'm dead, I shall want to be forgotten. A fitting punishment for failure." "Why would anyone want to be forgotten?" Liadan jumped off her statue, and walked over to the man. She smiled, and stuck out her hand. "Walk with me. I'll introduce you to all the people of the graveyard." He frowned, then took her hand. She couldn't actually pull him to his feet, but he graciously pretended she did. She walked through the moonlit night, pointing out each statue, and telling their stories.She told him of the mother statue, and the saint's statue.She showed him the statue that she pretended was the caretaker's baby brother. She showed him a statue of an Elantrian, proud but kind. With each statue, the man nodded along, looking confused, and contemplative. He looked, almost happier, his hand still in hers. Finally, she took him to the most opulent statues in the graveyard. She tended to avoid these four, because two of them were still alive. "The king had these built for his family as soon as Elantris fell. He moved his wife and eldest son here as soon as they were finished. And the other two are for him and Raoden. Iadon doesn't want to be forgotten, not ever. Some days, I think that's why he has everyone looking for the people conspiring against him. He wants to be big in our minds. Do you think so, sir?" She looked up at the figure, and nearly froze at the sight. His almost happy face was gone. Instead, he was scowling, and his teeth were clenched tightly together. "The king?" he whispered."The king built this?" "Sir, you're hurting my hand." She regretted her comment instantly, as his glare turned from the royal family to her. "Why did you bring me here, waif? What are you trying to say with this?" "I just wanted you to have a gravestone as well! You didn't want one, but everyone deserves to be remembered!" He lifted her off her feet by one arm so he could look at her eye to eye. "Do you know my name, little girl?" Trembling, she shook her head. He leaned forward, and whispered it into her ear. She shied back from the implications, as she understood him for the first time tonight. "Girl, I have already been forgotten. I will be remembered only if I succeed. I will not be remembered by statues, I will be remembered by history! I will choose who lives, and who dies!” “I will be the one to tell my story!" He grabbed her neck with his other hand and pivoted, spinning her about. She tried to scream, but the sound was trapped in her crushed throat. He took a step and flung her at the statues of the royals. Her back hit Iadon's knee, and something inside her broke. Her back cried out in pain, and at the same time as her legs went silent. She screamed in agony as the figure stalked towards her. He knelt down, and as her vision faded, whispered, "Not everyone deserves to be remembered." The shop was dark, save for the moonlight shining in through the two open windows. By some divine happenstance, one was perfectly placed to illuminate his desk as Alaraon did his final inventory of the days sales. The other fell in the empty middle section of the shop. The only sounds he coiuld hear were the scribbling of his quill, and the occasional scurry of the ever present rodents. His back ached from hunching over for so long, but it hardly mattered to him. He carefully inked in the last sale, and closed the ledger, allowing himself a soft smile of satisfaction. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to get back into business without his wife, but he had managed it. And perhaps soon he would be able to regain the fortune he had lost with her. He carefully tied his ledgers shut, slipped the quill back into it's drawer and stood up, stretching to relieve beleagured muscles He blinked and squinted as something flashed in the darkness. Alaraon looked carefuly at the blank patch of stone, then at his desk. There was no obvious source of the flash. He moved the few items on his desk, his inkjar, spare quills, rolls of parchment, to see if he could replicate it, but to no avail. The darkness, once familiar and comfortable, now seemed ominous as he examined the moonlit space He wanted to believe it was nothing, but as his father always said, 'See what's actually there, not what you want, and you'll see further than most'. He reached under his desk and grabbed a dagger, one he had purchased after that pirate had been murdered barely a street away. He raised one hand above his eye and peered into the darkness. There, just beyond the light, he could make out the form of, someone, standing with head bowed as if in prayer. "Who are you?" The figure did not react. Alaraon pulled the dagger out carefully, holding it behind him, and eased out from behind his desk. "Sir? Or ma'am? I can't tell from here. But my store is closed now." He inched forward, never taking his eyes off the barely seen figure. "If you don't leave now, I'll be forced to call one of Lord Eondel's Legionnaries. We're old friends you know." He was now standing in the middle of the moonbeam, the figure just beyond arm's reach. Was this figure even alive? Or was it a statue, some child's idea of a joke? He reached out with one hand to tap the figure in the chest, and was surprised when the formerly motionless figure's arm shot out, grasped him by the wrist, and whirled, throwing him through the air into his heavy wooden door. He gasped as the air was forced from his lungs, and before he could even identify where all the pain was coming from, he was in the air again. This time he landed against a wooden shelf, full of vases he had had specially imported from the Rose Empire. The pain hit him like a wall, crushing every thought. His vision went black, and his hearing registered nothing but his own screams. He completely missed whatever it was that finally finished him off. All he knew was that the pain was gone. A Player was attacked by the Jeskeri Practitioner, but was saved! Magestar was killed by the Jeskeri Practitioner! He was a Citizen Legionnaire! Wilson was killed by the Jeskeri Practitioner! She was a Citizen Bodyguard! Jaime was killed by the Jeskeri Practitioner! She was a Citizen Bodyguard! Elodin was killed by the Jeskeri Practitioner! He was a Citizen ChayShan Practitioner! Araris was killed! He was a Citizen Merchant! Elbereth was killed! She was a Citizen Dula! The Secret Faction The Jeskeri Cult has been revealed. They are eliminators. They have a Doc. They do not have a group or nightly kill. Their goal is to outnumber the Citizenry and kill all other Eliminators. The Secret Role Jeskeri Practitioner has been revealed. Jeskeri Practitioners may target one player every 3rd night. That player is killed, as is Every player that player targets, and every player that targets that player. If the Practitioner dies, a Jeskeri Acolyte ascends to become a Practitioner. 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    Time's up! Come back in fifteen minutes.
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    I have not, and will not Lie. (Unless it's an extremely obvious lie, and those are all marked with a Emoji.) Player's cannot 'reveal' a secret role.
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    Sorry, been out of WiFi for the past 41 hours. I'm still catching up on the previous cycle.
  18. Jo and the Bush
    Yes, It will specifically say they were a (Alignment) (Faction, if present) (Role) If a player spreads misinformation, I will first ask them if they are doing so intentionally, or because they believe it to be true. If it is intentional, I will leave it be. Nope. Please don't use me as an excuse. Constatn switching is only annoying during the final half hour of the cycle. You can switch as often as you like before then. As Magestar said, I signed up for this. I know what I'm getting into.
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    Night 3: Getting a head in Life. The King’s council met behind closed doors, to maintain the privacy of their interactions here, they needn’t put on a show for the commoners. They could be honest, and forthcoming. They cut cut to the chase. Thus it was that Antonio found himself alone with Ryth and the King. He noted in the privacy of his mind that the King was unusually confident today. Normally, he was nervous, suspicious, snapping at his nobles and making pointed accusations. Today, he sat back in his chair, holding his wine glass off to the side and smirking like a panther. It made him want to check his wine for poison. Antonio cleared his throat and nodded his head to Iadon from across the table. “Your Grace, Ryth and I are here, and you have told us that the others are not coming. When will we be allowed to know why?” “You, of course, know about the conspiracy against me?” He gently swirled the wine in his glass. The non-existent conspiracy? The conspiracy made of lies and whispers? The one that had already killed several of his friends and would likely kill more before Iadon realized he was wrong? And they called his son mad. Must be genetic. “Of course Your Grace. Lord Ryth and I have been investigating, and have given you the fruits of our investigations already.” “Indeed.” Ryth interjected, pouring himself some of the same wine. “As we said earlier today, we, as a whole, believe that Anelin is a conspirator.” “One of us believes that.” Antonio muttered, loud enough for Ryth to hear, but not for Iadon. The King shot upright, his wine glass falling to the floor in his haste. “What was that?!” The two nobles shared a worried glance. “What, M’Lord?” Iadon pointed a finger at Antonio. “That! What did you just say to him! Whispers! Whispers and lies!” Well, he was well and truly Kayana for saying that. “Nothing my lord! I simply expressed my disagreement with Lord Ryth, sir.” “A likely story.” The King snarled. “This is exactly how I knew you two were against me! Guards!” They couldn’t even finish standing up before the doors burst up, and guards in full armor poured in. Far more than were usually stationed at the doors. Iadon had planned this. He wasn’t nearly as Mad as Antonio had thought. “Guards, execute these men immediately! I want their heads on spikes before the full moon is risen!” Ryth fell to his knees before the table side, his hands clasped before him. “Please Iadon, have mercy! I never plotted against you! I supported you against the others! Please!” Antonio didn’t bother. He simply let the guards grab him. He could tell by the gleam in his king’s eye. He wouldn’t survive, no matter what he said. You cannot fight men with power answerable to their own rage. All you could do was hope to go unnoticed. And apparently, he hadn’t. Silverblade and Antgrgmn were both Citizen Nobles! Antgrgmn's role should be given to a noble, not revealed, but. . . The Night will last 48 hours. (Why? Because I'm getting to work at 7 am on Friday, and staying at work until 3 pm on Saturday. RIP me.) Aonar (1): Lopen Araris (1): Amanuensis Arraenae (2): Silverblade, Noble Elenion (3): Sart, STINK, Aonar Jaime (1): Araris Kipper (1): Wilson Silverblade (4): Arraenane, Elenion, Young Bard, Duke Antgrgmn (4): Inactivity vote.
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    2 minutes left. EDIT: Times up. Give me ten minutes to finish this writeup.
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    Just popping in, you'll notice in the writeups, Ashkelon was the one to stab Straw when he was lynched. That was chosen for RP reasons only, and was not a hint. Clarifying that since you've been religiously checking the tags for hints and clues. 45 minutes till the end of cycle. get your votes and actions in now. As per usual, please warn me if you're planning on making a last minute vote change.
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    I'mma just going to stick by Meta. You're all more likely to take out him then me, so I figure, as long as he and Alv are alive, I'm more likely to live. So, Elenion. Also, I coincidentally attacked him last night with Squirtle. It was not very effective.
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    Nope! EXCEPTION: There's an Out of Game PM that players are allowed to talk in, even during the night or if dead. Ask STINK about it. People can get added to that.
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    Players who are saved by bodyguards or equivalents will not be announced.
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    Does this work? https://discord.gg/mr732N5
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