[Game thread]Magic The Gathering

[dicetosser1]

Okay so I've been in and out of service today cause I had to come do laundry at my father-in-law's house.

 

 

I've done a reads list for some not for some but I feel like atm it doesn't even matter. What matters is that Cuth/Nyn you ARE scum 100%. I think it's downright dirty to get on here and try to bring personal stuff into a conversation to hide that you are scum and honestly can't believe you haven't been called out by the mod for it. How is that not a personal attack? But I turned you two in last night instead of DPR (which I go for almost every single time I'm a cop in a game with him) because he was away and busy and I knew we had time to deal with him later. But the point is that you are mafia aligned. I really don't care that I will probably be NKed now because people getting on here and finding your personal attacks funny is so far off from what I thought the people on here were like.

 

But that being said [v] Cuth/Nyn [/v]

 

vote cuth/nyn

 

For what it's worth, here's where I got on my reads list

 

Shad-

 

Shanti- I believe she is town. She's getting very passionate about her arguments like she did last game and she was town. I feel she would be in a lighter/less serious mood if she were scum.

 

DPR- hope his grandmother is okay. As hard as it is for me to even type these words, DPR is town/null

 

Adella- it's actually you that i meant the foreboding post for. Ill search it out and quote it for you.

 

Cuth/Nyn- 100% scum, you guys know it and I know it so no need to beat around the bush.

 

Alf-

 

Killa/Kronos- Killa, sorry that foreboding was meant for Adella. Other than that I actually kinda agree with Adella's "commentary" comment. You aren't playing like you have been and I don't know if it's because you are a Hydra or scum. You usually have much more detailed opinions.

 

Cass- I'm curious as to why you found it suspicious that Alf didn't question Dice's joke vote then wondered at why Dice himself didn't question it. He explained early enough that it was a joke why was a lack of response from either of them afterwards a deal to you? I'm not hating the rest of your gameplay, you're getting in and asking questions, asking everyone for reads list but other than quoting other and saying 'move this one here" or "drop that one there" I didn't see an actual reads list from you. Can you give us one pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee? But I am leaning heavily town on you atm because of your questioning and interactions.

 

Dice- you come in, joke vote Alf then explain that vote to Cass and then question Alf as to why he didn't question it. Had he questioned it you would've said it was scummy for questioning an obvious joke vote. The fact that you dedicated 9 or 10 of your posts to that cause wouldn't be a big deal if you had pages of posts but you don't. You have something around 25 now. So that makes it a pretty big deal imo especially when you tried to downplay it. To top that off, when I called you out on that blatant downplay, you conveniently ignore it and say I'm too focused on it. Of course I am, almost half of your post count was about that. I especially don't like that you only questioned him on it after Cass called you out on not asking. I havent took you for the type of player that reacts in that fashion to avoid suspicion. Other than that you have twice (at least) pseudo defended gameplay from Nyn who is scum

 

first off with all the colours ALL of those have been answered   for someone who knows EXACTLY how many posts i i have I hope u actually read them.

 

reds been answered  i took his post as a response. I will also thank you not to tell me what I will or will not think tyvm. You have not played with me enuff to even make a guess let alone KNOW what i would do. And for the record you are totally wrong. it all depends on HOW they respond WHEN they do it and WHAT they say, cause you know I actually READ peoples posts if im going to talk about them.

 

 

Blue  hmmm i wonder why???  would that be because some opf it was the actual conversation and then the rest is responding to people asking about the conversation? I think it is!!

 

and I will give you a really big word to the wise   if you are someone easily offended in a mafia game Id suggest you dont try me regarding post counts. Cause  as it has been before the responses will be extremely blunt. And I wont be apologetic about it.

 

purple asking the same already answered question twice in one post. seriously?? give me a break.

[dicetosser1]

So Dice what do you think of my claim?

 

I find it interesting cause Alignment cop is no role title ive seen  its not even listed on maifawiki  and yes i realise you may be describing it.  and then theres the fact that ure claiming a normal cop in a sooh game. When thinking about this game i totally gamed the mod in my head. in my head sooh tends to role cops and BG type roles rather then straight cop doc roles. Shes been infected by pizza after all :D   doesnt mean she WONT use a normal cop but I wouldnt expect it. .

 

As for the rest you claimed cop I vote with the cop. its pretty simple really. either we get mafia today or we get mafia tomorrow. 

 

Not sure why you want to make a big deal of what i think of ure claim but thats what i think.

[Shanti]

 

 

 

 

Childhood trauma is a buffybthe vampire slayer quote i use often.

Get over yourselves

Get off your darn high horse and quit being such a stink.

Gfy

I do regularly and get paid for it. ;)

hard claim stripper?

Webcam stuffs. 8)

[dicetosser1]

I'm going to bed. Be awfully good to one another <3

 

If there is a hammer, please stop posting and wait for me to come back. Thank you!!

 

Sooh  I asm disapointed.  :(  you almost had it!

 

 

shoulda been

 

 

 

 

or

 

 

[Shanti]

 

 

@ShantiYou mention how you can tell Tigs is town because she overcompensates as scum. I don't recall you talking about this last game, so it strikes me as odd to mention it now.

P+C was Shanti's first game so she'd have no baseline at that point in time?

With that logic she still doesn't. Tigs was scum. How does that explain her knowing tigs' town game vs scum?

 

Insight suggests knowledge of playstyles before she started playing. Insight that she didn't use last game.

 

Makes me think her using it this game is tmi.

This is my 3rd game with Tigs, the 2 prior she was scum, was quite hot and heavy one reads one both of them, and honestly over the top. This game she is nowhere near that which does not line up with her other two playstyle at all, therefore I found it enough of a difference to believe she's town this game... that or between last two games and this one she got her fake town down to a t.

[Eldrick4221]

Dice hammered.

 

Stop posting.

[dicetosser1]

 

i think he should be lynched just for claiming wolf like he did. And yes im aware nyn did the same sort of post the difference is style Shad is tricky and somewhat arrogant about mafia he is the type that will be a wolf and claim it playing on people to not believe anyone would do this.

Ok so

 

I rand town 62% of the time

 

You see me claim scum 100% of the time, usually to screw with Zander or Cass or you or someone I know it will give the willies to if town.

 

And to be fair you generally do want to lynch me every game, though I'm used to more effort than this irt my slot.

 

Why is the intro joke enough in this case and as a matter of general curiosity why do you find this reasoning remotely logical?

 

 

red  im sick and tired of pushing town to lynch people i  think are scum and being ignored. Doesnt seem like enuff people think ure scum to do it so im just not gonna bother, They wake up i will happily lynch you. If i turn out to be right I will also happily tell them i told you so. If im wrong you get something else to use against me in future games.

 

blue  intro has been enuff for me to make calls on people in LOTS of games. I yelled and screamed about Tom one game but people didnt listen til late game   and i think he got peeked  ive called people town off one post.  Its got only a very little to do with logic.  the logic is anyone who does that should be auto lynched. You are tricky and ballsy enuff to do it and assume you will get away with it. The rest is my gut and my gut doesnt have logic. It jumped so ure scum. simple

[dicetosser1]

 

i think he should be lynched just for claiming wolf like he did. And yes im aware nyn did the same sort of post the difference is style Shad is tricky and somewhat arrogant about mafia he is the type that will be a wolf and claim it playing on people to not believe anyone would do this.

This is interesting in light of the red read on Cuth (and therefore on nyn)

 

That she apparently DID do it as scum, and dice is trying to talk it down.

 

If Cuth does indeed flip scum, gonna take a good look at dice.

 

 

make sure you read my posts then cause i already answered this at least twice

[dicetosser1]

Dice hammered.

 

Stop posting.

 

dammit

[Sooh]

That is a lynch!

 

Cuth (6): Shanti, Killanos, Tigraine, BFG, DPR, Dice

 

Eldrick (1): Cass

 

Shanti (1): Adella

 

Not voting (3):  Eldrick, Cuth, Shad

 

With 11 alive it takes 6 to lynch.

[Sooh]

 

Elspeth shouldered her pack uneasily, staring up at the twisted ferroformed cliffs as they headed deeper into the pass.  She knew that Koth was leading them through the quickest route to the Annex, but with the five suns all setting it put her nerves on edge that they were still boxed into a small canyon.  Even more than a world fallen under Phyrexian influence, there was something off about their journey so far.  It nagged at her, that she couldn’t place what it was or even guess what it might entail.  There was even something about this very valley that set her on edge.  But the group carried on, loathe to say much in light of the loss of Gideon just yesterday.

 

She longed to speak with Jace, or even Koth, to share her suspicions, but the two seemed to be consulting during every hour of the days.  Oh, it had hurt to see Koth again!  For him to just show up out of the aether and not even get a quiet moment to catch up, and he had barely had enough time to state his case before they left.  He hadn’t even acknowledge her other than a cursory greeting.  Did he blame her for leaving, when the praetors had first and nearly universally overwhelmed the Mirrans?  Did he blame her for Venser’s death, his sacrifice to keep them safe?  How many more had been lost?  How many were left?  Was anyone left?  The guilt weighed on her more than the heaviest sigil.

 

Even now, falling just behind the party, they were conferring quietly and nearly oblivious to the rest of them.  Elspeth fell back from the rest of the group, hoping to catch Koth in a free moment.  The valley unnerved her more than it should; something was wrong about their journey.  She tapped Godsend nervously, working her hand on the pommel.and fighting the urge to lay bare her steel.  Either the guilt or her nerves would be the end of her, and she didn’t much care which would make her snap first; she just wanted both to vanish.

 

 

A few stray stones fell down from the peak of the cliffs, striking the path with a metallic clang.  They all fell silent as the sound dissipated, nerves taut as steel wires.  When the biomechanical horrors failed to manifest, they carried on, if a little slower than before.  Elspeth felt her old battle senses rise, drawing her sword a thumblength out of its sheath.  This felt too much like an ambush.  She cast her eyes upward, scanning the crevasses overhead for anything that spoke to incursion.

 

It was only a puff of Necrogen that alerted her to the swarming Nym.  Godsend flew out of its sheath, acting as a focus as she uneasily tapped into a distant leyline.  “To arms!” she heard herself call, battle training taking over.  “Enemy above!”

 

More leylines were tapped, more spells readied.  Her only thought pared down to numbers, allies and enemies.  Positioning, advantage, terrain.  She cast a quick bolster, enhancing their acuity and reaction, and fell into the dance.

 

Zombie after zombie fell to her blade, leaking Necrogen and glistening oil as they fell.  She bifurcated a tottering Nym, using its higher center of gravity to push it into another behind it and following through to catch a leaping Nym midair.  “Avoid the Necrogen!” she shouted, ducking beneath the screaming remains of the zombie as it sailed over her.  “Easier infection!”

 

She found herself backed up to Koth, the Vulshok slamming his fists into the Nyms’ reinforced head plates and exposed midriffs.  The pair had been separated from the larger group, but they kept fighting, neither giving ground, neither lagging in the punishment they doled out to the converted undead.  Another niggling observation pulled at her concentration.  Before she had left, Koth had never held back from using his geomancy to raze Phyrexians; now, he had resolved to simply using his innate brawn.  Perhaps there was something in the nature of the Mirran mana with which he was loath to interact; but if there was, why hadn’t he warned them?  She caught another Nym in the arm, kicking it back to free her blade and sweeping its legs out from beneath it.  The thought could not be dispelled from her mind, and it was beginning to distract her from the battle.

 

 

Drawing back from what undead remained, she channeled a gale of mana into Godhand.  “Eyes!” she barked, raising it above her head and squinting her own shut.  The pure white mana illumined the valley for a brief instant, accompanied by the mangled cries of the Nym.  Knowing the space in front of her was free of allies she swung with her sword, feeling the pull of steel on flesh and giving her the time she needed to clear her vision.

 

The rest of the Phyrexians’ drones were dispatched with ease.  The sides of the valley were coated in a noxious mixture of Necrogen and the dark ooze, the metallic stones corroding away even as Elspeth watched.  The planeswalkers, tired but otherwise unscathed, began to congregate in the unspoiled ground they fought so hard for.  Koth wiped his knuckles off on a nearby stone, giving a satisfied grunt as he rose.  “This entire world is out to hinder us,” he spat, kicking a twitching zombie with vehemence.  “We lost more time than we gained by this route.  I suggest we clear the pass and make for Hammer Clan lands; they will welcome us.”

 

 

The nagging itch blossomed into a mind-numbing fear.  Koth should know better than to lead them into the heart of Phyrexian breeding grounds!  Unless…  Suddenly the events of the past few days snapped into focus, filling her with rage and sorrow.  She dashed toward Koth, readying her blade to gouge into his arm.

 

Impossibly, the Vulshok sidestepped her with an inhuman twist.  He brought his armored wrist up to block the sword at the last minute, shunting it aside.  A drawn-out sigh escaped his lips.  “What gave it away?” he inquired, a cruel smile forming on his face.

 

Now the other planeswalkers were paying close attention, watching the events as they played out.  Elspeth brought Godsend to a defensive stance, readying herself.  “Hammer Clan was wiped out in the second year of the war!” she cried, struggling to hold her tenuous grip on her emotions.  “Every one of them!  Your people!  You wiped out an army as vengeance!  How could you betray their memory?”

 

Koth began to chuckle, flexing his muscles and purposefully stepping in the tainted goo that surrounded them.  He tore a chunk from the canyon, holding it in his hand.  “You know, I did fight at first.  I fought and raged and smote.  I stood the lone guardian against an endless sea of evil – alone, because you abandoned me.  But then the Phyrexians came up with a brilliant solution.”  He crushed the rock in his hands, and disconcertingly it glowed red-hot and ran up his hands.  “You see, organic life has limits.  It has to rest, and sleep; and during that interlude it is vulnerable.  The minions of Urabrask came for me one night, drugging me and….”  A barked laugh, an evil glint cast towards Elspeth.  “Well, you of all people know what they do to the incompleat.  But they saw fit to let me keep this skin of mine, and draw in those few that could oppose them.”

 

He raised his arms, and the land itself shuddered.  A leyline of red mana flooded into Koth and Elspeth suddenly realized that she hadn’t been able to sense its presence, as if it had been masked the entire time.  With horror she realized that Koth hadn’t just tapped into a mere leyline; the entire valley was a nexus of red mana.  The valley split and crumbled away, and Koth’s hand melted the nearby material into molten slag.  “And what a glorious future Urabrask the Hidden will give me, for ensuring his ascension to head of the praetors!  Your suture into the Orthodoxy will see me properly compleated from this corruptible flesh!”

 

 

 

Elspeth could barely hold her blade.  She had lost so much to the Phyrexians, and now Koth was taken from her too.  As he hurled the liquid metal she almost wished it would kill her, ending this nightmare that followed her no matter where she went.  A wall of solid illusion ballooned out from behind her, catching the projectiles and sending them careening off course.  “Enemy at the gates!” she heard Jace call.  “Enemy at the gates!”

 

 

Perhaps the mindreader had rooted through her thoughts to find that memory; perhaps he had merely guessed at its impact.  Either way, it hardened her resolve; she shook her head and looked at the scene before her with fresh eyes.  Koth was dead, long since gone.  This thing was masquerading in his place, this continuation of the Phyrexian nightmare.  She readied Godsend, charging it with mana as she went on the attack.

 

A volley blocked by another shield.  Another volley making it past.  She brought her blade up defensively, slicing upward and extending the mana to a wedge in front.  The metal flew apart in twain, hissing against the still-cool ground.  One more volley before she reached the double agent, spraying against the flat of her sword.  Immediately behind it Koth brought the full might of his fist to bear, the impact numbing her left arm and loosening her grip.  She pushed through the sensation, siphoning a portion of mana off to steel herself against attacks and jabbing high with a pommel attack.  The vulshok blocked it, as she suspected he would, and she kneed him in the stomach before he regained his defenses there.  With a gasp he disengaged, and she brought the sword down with the full weight of gravity.  It was only at the last instant that he brought up his arm to deflect, poorly attempting to wrest it away from her before nimbly hopping back atop a rock.

 

 

She parried another two close-range barrages when the exit to the valley erupted in a groan of dirt and metal.  Three more quick jabs from Koth caught on her blade, her footing properly planted on the ground to diffuse the energy.  She could see the unnatural glee in the converted Vulshok’s eyes.  “It appears that my masters have noticed my absence!” he noted with feral joy.  “Join the battle, my friend!”  He launched into his assault anew, striking high, low, kicking, dragging slag-laden fists with him.  It was all she could do to abate the newfound energy.

 

•

 

 

 

If she was being honest with herself, Chandra was glad for the chance to let loose.  She tapped into the sudden node of red mana, glad that the backstabbing Koth hadn’t tied it to himself, and began twirling intricate fire lines around her.  New playmates always guaranteed her the chance to have fun.

 

She knew Nissa would be out of the fight; the corrupted land was having too large an impact on her ability to form even the smallest elemental.  And then, of course, that useless Dack Fayden was staying back with her too, not helping.  She glanced at Liliana, jerking her head toward the monstrous wurm that had just presented itself.  “Do you think you could hold it down?  Not as much fun, but I sort of want to finish the traitor.”

 

The necromancer gathered black mana about her, lashing out with dark tendrils against the compleated goliath.  It slowed, but with a sudden buck and vivacious wriggling the spell broke about it.  Slithering to get a better position it opened its mechanical maw, letting loose a screeching bellow full of rotting flesh, twisting metal, and defiance.

 

Liliana swore under her breath.  “The metal is interfering with my spells,” she growled.  “At most I can slow it down; I can’t bring it under my control.”

 

 

 

Further on the newly formed tunnel shook once more, a second wurm crawling out of the earth.  The pyromancer halted her stride, irked that there were more to deal with before she could focus on Koth.  “Tell you what,” she promised, lowering her goggles into place, “you slow one down and I’ll deal with them one at a time.  When we’re done, I’ll hold Jace back and you get Koth.”

 

A sadistic mirth filled Liliana, as she knew it would.  “Agreed,” her partner said, readying even stronger bonds.  The necromancer took a moment more to prepare herself and then lashed out, sending the newly surfaced wurm toppling to the ground.  Chandra rolled her neck about, feeling the familiar pop of joints and the conflagration of her hair as she flooded herself with mana.  This would be an excellent place for the creature’s funeral pyre.

 

 

 

She hit it full-on in the face with a massive fireball, causing it to scream and recoil.  It looked as if one of its mechanical jaws had been warped, but she wouldn’t let it abate her onslaught; the goggles had been brought out now.  Another launched into the creature’s side, bruising or denting its flesh – it was hard to say which.  Another, and another, and another, lash after volley after angry brand.  She allowed herself to revel in the destruction.  She wasn’t just in tune with the node of mana, she was the node, a concentrated point of fiery ruin.  The first wurm engine gave a shriek and fell to the ground, smouldering and glowing where she had struck it.

 

Gathering up more mana before the traitor Koth could use it all, she prepared herself for the second hulk—but the mouth of the valley was clear of any opponents.  She extinguished her flames reluctantly, turning to Liliana.  The other woman had a look of intense concentration on her features, sweat pouring down her face as she cast spells into the ground.  “It burrowed,” she managed through gritted teeth.  “Tried to run.  Forcing...to surface.”

 

Chandra looked over at the far end of the valley.  The stone walls had been warped and melted away, and Elspeth was still locked in a furious exchange of blows with Koth.  Jace was assisting where he could, but the vulshok seemed to be sending blasts of molten earth at him in an effort to keep him out of the fight.

 

Liliana gasped, still in the middle of a spell.  “Beneath us!”  As the words left her the unquiet earth trembled beneath the pair, nearly knocking Chandra on her back with the intensity of the localized quake.  She threw herself at the necromancer, knocking them clear of the emergence site.

 

 

 

The wurm engine surfaced in front of them, roaring as it sought the mages that were no longer where it had expected them to be.  Clods showered down about their head, and about the wurm jagged spikes of shaped earth came crashing down from the sky.  It gave a high-pitched cry, shying away from the sky and finally sighting its intended prey.  Chandra rose to her feet, drinking in power.  It was time to end this.

 

She focused the full force of her rage into the twisted creature.  Her arms erupted into geysers of flame, filling the space between her and its head with white-hot flame.  The roar it had intended was choked off by the attack as its mandibles blackened and then glowed and suddenly peeled away.  The sickly green core within began reflecting the rush of fire that assailed it, and it froze riveted in place by the loss of its rapidly-disintegrating head.  Chandra kept burning until it stopped moving, kept burning until it stopped wriggling, kept burning until it had fallen to the ground and hadn’t moved at all for a solid minute.

 

Her legs gave out, her hair suddenly extinguished, and she let herself sit down next to Liliana, who was only now picking herself back up with a hand clamped to her head.  “That...that’s the last of them...I think.” she managed breathily.  “We’ll let...we’ll let…”  She halfheartedly motioned to the other side of the canyon.  “They’ve got that.”

 

•

 

 

 

Koth’s sudden flurry and the attack on Elspeth had taken Jace off-guard more than he was comfortable admitting.  He had been so certain the Vulshok had been trustworthy, even though he hadn’t been able to gauge his mental state.  Had he been too trustworthy?  Had he wanted to be the great hero of halting the Phyrexian invasion?  Perhaps, but it was a moot point if none of them could survive.

 

He brought up another shield to block one of Koth’s missiles, this one coming dangerously close to him.  The geomancer showed no sign of stopping or even slowing down, and in fact redoubled his efforts to catch Elspeth off her guard.  It was concerning how well their opponent could split his attention, and still push them to the edge of their limits.  If anything, this was further proof of how dangerous the Phyrexians would be if they were allowed to invade.  He glanced back to Liliana and Chandra, both dealing with the twisted wurm monstrosity that had surfaced.  Another shot of flung magma narrowly missed his face, and he once more devoted his attention to the battle before him.

 

 

 

Koth leaped back with uncanny speed deeper into the canyon, amid the dying Nym and well out of reach of Elspeth’s blade.  He raised his arm, channeling more red mana into the landscape around him.  “You will be freed from the prison of your skins!  In the name of Urabrask and the Father of Machines!”  The cliffs ripped apart, becoming shards of stone and metal; then, with a single violent cast of his arm, they flew forward.

 

The Nym before him had no chance, collapsing or being impaled on the closest shrapnel as it barreled toward them and punched through their leathery skin.  Jace half suspected there was lingering hatred of the servants that had most likely been responsible for his initial capture, but there were more pressing matters at hand.  He grasped at the closest leyline, throwing up a shield in front of both himself and Elspeth fractions of a second before the stone hit home.  They shattered before them, the pieces splintering and embedding themselves deep within the remnants of the mountain pass.  With dismay he noticed some flying high overhead, toward the other two pairs.  He was able to catch the volley closest to Nissa and that mongrel Dack, but the fragments beyond were out of his reach.  Miraculously, Chandra tackled Liliana to the ground, knocking them clear of the deadly rain.

 

 

 

Koth was on the offensive once more, focusing his attention on Elspeth and Jace once more.  He only just had time to catch another chunk of slag thrown at him, having to resort to banal aquamancy as a reflexive defense.  As the metal cooled and fell to the ground with a thud, a thought occurred to Jace.  Summoning as much water as he could he formed two disembodied tidal waves, sending them crashing toward Koth and converging only after they passed Elspeth, who gave a little yelp as the displaced sea manifested in front of her.

 

The Vulshok planted his feet in a wide stance, extending outward and melting the ground on which he stood.  It flowed about his skin, turning him to a pinprick of radiance from which Jace had to shield his eyes.  The tsunami crashed into Koth, a thunderous shockwave echoing around them.  When the water subsided, washing the Necrogen-infused oil further away from them, all that was left was a misshapen lump of stone and metal.

 

The battlefield fell silent.  Jace gathered more mana to himself in the event that more surprises might surface, surveying what had become of his comrades.  Elspeth stood, breathing heavily and letting her combat form wilt to exhaustion.  Dack was still huddled next to Nissa, who was largely ignoring the man and trying to get to her feet.  The instinctive bond she had with the land was working against her in this place, and Jace wished there was something he could do to ease her suffering.  Liliana and Chandra appeared to have collapsed on the ground themselves, and Chandra seemed to be dissolving in a giggling fit.  There were not one but two wurm engines lying on the ground next to the valley’s end, one reduced to no more than a burnt-out husk.

 

 

 

Suddenly the far wurm gave a writhing spasm, its armored exterior falling away to reveal a pitiful creature underneath.  Jace channeled the full of his authority over the mana at his fingertips, commanding it with a thought to an elsewhere place.  What was left of the creature gave a pitiful wail, angry maw grasping at thin air as it suddenly and furiously found itself unsubstantiated.  He stood tall, waiting for the last trail of aether to dissipate before once more looking to his companions.

 

Liliana pressed her palm into her forehead, likely stymying a headache from exertion.  “I will likely never say this again,” she admitted with bitter humor, “but I have never been so glad that you were good at disappearing acts.”

 

He let the remark slide, focused now on the safety of his companions.  “If everyone is fit to move we should leave,” he announced.  “It seems that we draw nothing but attention to ourselves, and we have a ways yet to go before—”

 

His ears registered a cracking sound behind him, giving him just enough time to turn and catch a stone shard in his gut.

 

•

 

 

 

Elspeth could not believe what she was seeing.  The exploding stone had, incredibly, missed her completely.  She heard a grunt of pain from Jace and assumed he would need medical attention when this thing that wore Koth’s skin was finally dealt with.

 

It stepped out of its lithic shell, spreading its arms wide with a creak.  The skin had completely blackened where it was left at all, and most of what was left was exposed metal leaking the glistening oil.  “Do you now see?” it asked, burnished voice marking it as a Phyrexian construct.  “My masters have given me this unstoppable body, devoid of its failings as an organic creation.  I am freed from the sins of the flesh: tiredness, anger, humility, hunger.  I feast on the word of the Father, I exist in the glorious perfection of his children!  With his power do I show his enemies the glory of Phyrexia and remove the shackles of their fleshly ways.  All praise Yawgmoth, and be reborn!”

 

 

 

He drew the rock into himself, shaping it into stony muscles and glowing skin, and once more stood in a defiant stance.  “In the name of Urabrask!” he howled, charging forward.  Elspeth readied herself as best she could, biting her lip.  Was there really no stopping this thing?

 

She sidestepped its charge, holding Godsend out to graze its side.  The blade struck true, but with a slurp instead of a clang.  She drew it free, flinging the molten magma from the steel before it could warm, wards or no.  The Koth-Phyrexian snickered at her, revolving to face her.  “Do you think that harms me?” he taunted.  “I am born again of steel and stone.  The failings of flesh hold no sway!”

 

He leapt forward and bashed at her, and she was only just able to block.  Every move she made was defensive, turning the attack here, sidestepping there, falling back to avoid what blows she could.  There was no time to consider the offense.  Every blow hammered away at her sword, reverberating more and more through her body and wearing down her defense.  Each impact sprayed magma and slag about her, biting at her arms and grazing her cheeks.  Her world collapsed to her sword and the smell of burning cloth.

 

The Koth-Phyrexian sneered at her.  “You begin to see!  I have no fear of weakness, no need of rest!  Ash is our air, darkness our flesh!  His filigree gaze carves us, and the scars dance upon our grateful flesh!”  A mighty swing with both his fists left her grip completely numb, and Godsend dropped from her limp fingers.  It picked her up, hoisting her into the air with one hand as she gasped for air.  “The Great Father sees perfection, and for it we exalt him in life, in death, and in between!”  Three swift punches to her stomach, knocking the air out from her lungs.  The second blow cracked something, probably a rib, and pain lanced through her.  She fought to keep from blacking out, futilely bringing a balled fist down on the unfeeling grip that held her.  It hurled her to the unyielding ground and she cried out, no longer having the urge to put up even a token resistance.  The thing put its massive foot on her chest, pressing down.  “Great Yawgmoth sails across the sea of bone and land of flesh, and we join with the world in oil and metal.”

 

 

 

Elspeth shut her eyes, waiting for the deadly pressure to squeeze her lungs and snuff her life out.  Instead, the pressure lifted, and the Koth-Phyrexian stumbled backward.  It seemed to be holding its chest, where a small crack had formed.  The magma coursing over it had cooled, and it seemed completely unaware of its surroundings.  It convulsed again, clutching at the now-larger chunk.of missing stone from its body.  Its mouth worked but no sound could force its way out.  Seizing its midriff once more a gaping wound formed, untainted life energy seeping out of it.  It looked down in terror at the change, aghast.

 

From her left Elspeth heard the animist Nissa struggle to her feet.  She opened bleary eyes fogged over with pain and saw the elf standing, gripping her staff yet seething with mana.  Her skin was a deathly white and she looked likely to keel over at any second, but for now she stood defiant, advancing, and very cross.

 

“You are indeed joined with the world,” she said, eyes now reflecting the mana held within her.  Elspeth could see how every step forward pained her, drew her features taut, yet there was undeniable strength underlying the suffering.  “The world remembers how it once was, twisted and broken though it is.  It remembers purity.  It remembers health.  You are a disease.”

 

The Koth-Phyrexian doubled over, an inhuman yell finally accompanying its decaying body.  It took a single swipe at Nissa, but his arm was yanked aside by a tendril of aethereal energy.  Panting, it looked up at the new aggressor, who placed her hand on its forehead.  A look of complete contempt crossed her face as hand met stone.  She drew in a labored breath.  “Begone.”

 

The thing dissolved, turning to dust.  When the last puff had fallen to the ground Nissa staggered against her staff, holding it close before using it to come to rest against a nearby boulder.  She let her staff fall with a clatter.  “And now, I will take it as a kindness if there are no further surprises on our journey.”

 

 

 

 

 

Cuth was a Mafia Goon.

_{Nice lol-otters.}

 

 

 

 

 

No posting until morning obviously.

 

 

[Sooh]

Sarkhan flicked a strand of hair out from before his eyes, ignoring the sweat trickling down the nape of his neck and thankful to see the obelisk standing before them.  He could feel the wild magics coursing through the weathered stone, even from this distance.  The entirety of Jund reminded him of the Temur Frontier in a strange way; both were vast and full of untamed life, both areas promoting a version of life by strength.  He simply wished it wasn’t in a jungle.  Every time one of these gargantuans rumbled through the trees he had to fight the instinctive urge to look for a Sultai conscript or one of those cursed Naga.

 

The majority of the day had seen them traveling in a split party.  Garruk asked endless questions on the gargantuans, taking up nearly all of Ajani’s focus.  That had left him with the scholar, this Tamiyo.  She seemed nice enough, for a laborer, but Sarkhan questioned why she had been selected to accompany them.  Then again, something of her demeanor reminded him of Narset.  The comparison had shocked him into silence, and Tamiyo had stuck to only pleasantries after that.

 

 

 

Ajani planted his axe firmly in the ground, in sight of the obelisk but removed from it.  “We set up camp here,” he declared.  “Don’t approach the obelisk until the morning.”  As the sun died and disappeared behind the vista, Tamiyo prepared her simple shield against the evening rain.  She raised her hands to release the spell, when Ajani’s paw gently held them at bay.  Glancing at the obelisk, he shook his head slowly.  “At sunrise we’ll investigate the incursion area; it’s not far from here.”  He flexed his fingers, displaying short but deadly claws, and slashed through a group of thin vines.  Tying the lengths to one of the broad leaves nearby he pulled it taut, making his way over to the next leaf.  “We strike camp here, as a base of operations.  The nicer we make it now, the better it will be later.”

 

Sarkhan grimaced, looking to the skies once more.  He didn’t look forward to the possibility of fighting all day, only to sleep in mud and downpour.  Biting back a curse he reached for a filament of mana, gradually forming a protective ring of sloped earth about them.  The next few day would be incredibly long and arduous.

 

•

 

 

They managed to limp along to the edge of the razorgrass fields, just within sight of the Phyrexian’s Annex on the horizon.  Nissa had done what she could to recuperate in the journey, but the immersive contact with the plane’s mana had left her sickly and weak.  Elspeth had to rely on Dack as a crutch, and though he came close to buckling beneath the combined support of her and Jace he muscled through.  She could almost forgive him of cracking his knavish jokes, especially when his laughter came through as strained and quickly petered out.  If it weren’t for the fact that breathing felt like inhaling the sun, she might be laughing along with him to relieve the stress.

 

When they cleared the plains they nearly collapsed to the ground, Elspeth doing everything allowed by her limited mobility to help ease Jace down.  He groaned in discomfort, mumbling to himself in nonsensical sentences.  The makeshift bandage they had tied around his side was soaked through with blood.  Elspeth tried to bend over to examine him more closely, but her own wounds spiked with pain.  Her vision blackened, and for a harrowing eternity all she could do was thump her leg in an effort to focus on something else.

 

 

 

It concerned her that her vision was so slow to return to her.  Nissa was ambling over to her, face still grim as death.  She coughed into her shoulder, swallowing in an effort to stymie the reaction.  “I don’t know much healing magic,” she managed, “but I will use what I know.”

 

Elspeth raised her hand.  She would appreciate the mobility, but anyone could see how bad off she had become, especially since the events from earlier in the day.  “No,” she croaked, ignoring how dry her throat was.  “I can last.  You need to—”

 

The animist had already grasped thin tendrils of mana.  Holding her staff in front of her she twisted the top, revealing a thin rapier from within the twisted vines.  Drawing it no further, she used the polished blade as a focus, focusing as much magic as she could before releasing her spell to Elspeth.  She was expecting the shock, but it still hit Elspeth like a charging rhox.  Her rib moved back to its proper place, her arms gained some of their feeling once more.  She flexed her fingers experimentally, rolling her damaged shoulder.  There would still be bruising, but at least she was healed enough for combat.

 

She rose from her position, catching the elf as she stumbled.  Her breathing was erratic, her body burning a fever.  She motioned weakly to Jace.  “Help me…” she murmured.  “Help me reach him.”  Elspeth nodded, looking to the other planeswalkers and their humorless looks.  Even Dack was fraught with concern, awkwardly patting Jace’s shoulder as he sat next to him.

 

They ambled over to the mindreader’s side, Elspeth supporting Nissa by the shoulders.  The animist tensed, taking several breaths before bringing her arms up once more.  The mana coalesced, focusing in her sword and reaching out to Jace.  The stone shard pushed itself out of his side, followed by a sickly discharge of body fluids.  He convulsed, pawing at his side.  Nissa collapsed into Elspeth’s arms, shaking her head weakly.  “I can’t,” she breathed.  “It’s too much for me.”

 

 

There was stunned silence, punctuated only by the mindreader’s gasps.  He tugged at Elspeth’s clothes, reaching toward the center of his chest.  A bright blue light manifested in his hands, and he cradled it even as his head fell backward.  Elspeth furrowed her brow.  She hadn’t sensed any mana being drawn, so this wasn’t a spell.  That left…

 

Her stomach clenched.  “Your spark,” she whispered, before shaking her head.  “No, Jace, it’s the only thing keeping you alive—”

 

He grabbed her arm with his free hand, the strength surprising her.  With a moment to hold her gaze, he forced his palm into hers.  She registered the sudden power, the additional presence beside hers, but she couldn’t focus on it.  Jace held her, scrutiny so focused it was as if he was trying to impart a last message; then, he released her, a tired sigh escaping him.

 

 

 

Tigraine was murdered. She was Jace Beleren, Town Cop.

 

 

 

Extending DL slightly to get back on track.

 

 

Thread is open!

[BFG]

HARDCLAIM SURVIVOR win con F6

 

The wincon is important because it means I can't mafia side at lylo (since the game didn't start 8v4v1)

 

Which means I am now self resolving

 

I was shot N1, I would guess PR hunting since I was quiet although I would have thought that Nyn would know that activity is dependent on time so vig is possible

[BFG]

I will give a reads list later but I need to buy chocolate and compost will be back later

[DPR]

HARDCLAIM SURVIVOR win con F6

 

The wincon is important because it means I can't mafia side at lylo (since the game didn't start 8v4v1)

 

Which means I am now self resolving

 

I was shot N1, I would guess PR hunting since I was quiet although I would have thought that Nyn would know that activity is dependent on time so vig is possible

 

 

So 3p - not Town then? 

[DPR]

I also tend to be skeptical of claims made directly after Cops are out of the game. 

 

Seems like it might have made more sense to wait and watch. Not like you were going to be viewed, so why rush a reveal? 

[Eldrick4221]

Awesome. All the work I did making a post for when night ended didn't get saved.

 

Ok short version, from memory.

 

My experience with DPR was when he was 3p, and therefore not scum hunting. He was story telling. I don't see that here, so I feel good about him.

 

Nyn posted something about getting Tigs and Adella mixed up. I don't see her doing that about her teammate, so Adella looks good.

 

Don't know what to make about the DPR/Shad interactions. It comes off as simply not understanding each other, but that's null.

 

Shanti had a post when she was defending herself that came off as very organic and genuine. Got buko town vibes from it. I will pull it later.I

 

Dice has explained why he went after Shad and not Nyn. Because iho Nyn doesn't do that as scum. And yet she clearly did. Biggest reason I have rn to read someone as scum. Feels like not wanting to bring attention to a teammate.

 

[V]Dice[/v]

[Eldrick4221]

HARDCLAIM SURVIVOR win con F6

The wincon is important because it means I can't mafia side at lylo (since the game didn't start 8v4v1)

Which means I am now self resolving

I was shot N1, I would guess PR hunting since I was quiet although I would have thought that Nyn would know that activity is dependent on time so vig is possible

I don't trust this one bit. If we haven't won by F6, you are going down. Town wouldn't claim this. Mafia might. On the off chance you are telling the truth, I will let you have your win before you die.

[Eldrick4221]

and I can't for the life of me find the Shanti post I liked anymore..

[DPR]

 

HARDCLAIM SURVIVOR win con F6

The wincon is important because it means I can't mafia side at lylo (since the game didn't start 8v4v1)

Which means I am now self resolving

I was shot N1, I would guess PR hunting since I was quiet although I would have thought that Nyn would know that activity is dependent on time so vig is possible

I don't trust this one bit. If we haven't won by F6, you are going down. Town wouldn't claim this. Mafia might. On the off chance you are telling the truth, I will let you have your win before you die.

 

 

 

I'll comment on your first post in a minute, but this one needs to be addressed first:

 

You state above that this is obviously not a Town claim. Why let her have the claim win con? 

[Eldrick4221]

Any doc worth their salt would have protected tigs. That she died means there likely isn't a doc, which gives credibility to Beth's vest claim.

[Sooh]

Vote count:

 

Dice (1): Eldrick

 

Not voting (8):  Cass, Shad, Shanti, Killanos, Tigraine, BFG, DPR, Dice, Adella

 

With 9 alive it takes 5 to lynch.

 

[BFG]

 

HARDCLAIM SURVIVOR win con F6

 

The wincon is important because it means I can't mafia side at lylo (since the game didn't start 8v4v1)

 

Which means I am now self resolving

 

I was shot N1, I would guess PR hunting since I was quiet although I would have thought that Nyn would know that activity is dependent on time so vig is possible

 

So 3p - not Town then?

Yes

[Eldrick4221]

 

 

HARDCLAIM SURVIVOR win con F6

The wincon is important because it means I can't mafia side at lylo (since the game didn't start 8v4v1)

Which means I am now self resolving

I was shot N1, I would guess PR hunting since I was quiet although I would have thought that Nyn would know that activity is dependent on time so vig is possible

 

I don't trust this one bit. If we haven't won by F6, you are going down. Town wouldn't claim this. Mafia might. On the off chance you are telling the truth, I will let you have your win before you die.

 

 

I'll comment on your first post in a minute, but this one needs to be addressed first:

 

You state above that this is obviously not a Town claim. Why let her have the claim win con?

Because if she's mafia we can lynch her at f6 and be fine. It's not an urgent resolution.

 

And if she's telling the truth, we can hunt the last 2 between now and then. (Assuming a team of 3 in a game this size)

 

Worst case scenario is we mislynch the next 2 days and she's telling the truth. Cuz that would be lylo.

 

By then we will have more information to decide if she's actually mafia or not.

 

Point is her claim isn't something we have to worry about now.

[BFG]

I also tend to be skeptical of claims made directly after Cops are out of the game.

 

Seems like it might have made more sense to wait and watch. Not like you were going to be viewed, so why rush a reveal?

This is surprisingly generic

 

There is ~always going to be a survivor debate, better to get it over with early, I'll come back to this later

 

And it has nothing to do with Tigs death and everything to do with mafia dying. I have guaranteed that I can't live to end game if mafia, so there's no need for town to waste time on this

 

And I claimed (at all) because I very rarely survive long in games, mafia have (almost certainly) tried shooting me once already

 

Why are you ignoring the F6 part of my claim?