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I love how Boomingham interrogates his foes in the midst of trying to murder them. (If you can call sending undead back to the grave murder, that is!)

"Maybe later." Arasmyth whispers, then eyed Finnegan. "Superman? Are you messing with the fourth wall again, Finnegan?" It was obvious that he had seen the skin through the gap between his sleeve and glove when Althior moved to kiss Alexis.

"click cirp chirp tweet chirp, chirp." (Speaking of me not voting yet... Vote: Hugar Ssiht (Badboytje88). Fingers cop. ) Chirp chirp! (Oh my goodness, what was that? *Fingers crossed we have a sane cop.)

Chirp chirp chirp. (There's always the possibility of Insanity, though the only way to test that is to lynch Master Ssiht. I will vote for him barring some startling rvelation that alters everything, though, as doing so can only help the town. [by getting a Scum or learning our Cop's sanity.])

"Click chirp chirp tweet chirp." (As far as I can see, we've got our lynchee confirmed. I'm not 100% sure on any of the "triumverate" , but I believe we can trust them for now. What I worry is that we have a group of powerful pro town players, and the Scum may have a converting ability... We have to be careful to see if any of their behavior changes, as if one of them becomes influenced by the Sith, they could easily abuse their position to bring us down.)

"Click chirp clack." (Which was already strongly implied. If they could convert and kill then I wouldn't have made that its own option, as the conversion could just be tacked on to any of the other scenarios. Useless post pretending to be helpful and repetitions of the suspicions I already voiced without adding anything to the discussion noted.)

Arasmyth was surprised by the woman's claim that she was a fellow Hero, but remained silent. He had seen little of her, but she exuded a silent strength and confidence. Probably best not to get on her bad side. He simply nodded, and added, "Then may Isiris also bless her. A whispered word by him and a small glowing ball of pure ether floated from his fingertip into the baby, a common expression of trust or benevolence among the magically inclined, as Ether was valuable, and to entrust another with some of your own could be dangerous.

"Chirp chirp, chirp chirp." (Ah, true. A possibility, but an unlikely one. I doubt we'd be so lucky as to cure our SK and get a Scum lynched last night. The optimism is nice, but I don't find it likely.)

Most of the things I posted were things already apparent to players (not necessarily characters), other were just interesting trivia I threw in, and the rest was just for laughs. Obviously I didn't (and don't want others to) spoil any future roleplaying for my character, which is why the "secrets "section is 2-for-1 comedy to serious. I just think filling it out IC as if it were a survey or questionnaire might be fun.

"Click chirp chirp." (Avoiding responding to your accusers, I see. As far as the SK vs. Scum debate, and the possibility of a Town vig, here's the possibilities as I see them: A. We have a vigilante and no SK. Either the scum or vig was blocked last night, their target had Doc protection, or he was Bulletproof. Highly unlikely, considering yesterday's discussion. B. We have a SK and no vig. Either the scum or SK was blocked last night, their target had Doc protection, or he was Bulletproof. Quite possible. C. We have a SK and a vig. Either the scum, SK or vig was blocked last night or their target had Doc protection. One of the other two was blocked/thwarted by a Doc/their target was Bulletproof. Possible. D. We have both. The Scum converted instead of killed last night, one of the two killing actions was thwarted. Possible. E. We have both. The SK has to flip a coin for killing priveleges, and came up tails last night. One killing action was thwarted. Possible. I'm inclined to go with B. or D. Thoughts?)

Ooh, looks like fun. I do have plans for Arasmyth, but a form to fill out might help. Who Are You? "I am Arasmyth, Elven aeromancer extraordinaire. Among my people, I am known as "The Stormy One", "Cloud Chaser", "The Atoner", and more. My official title is Lord RuGard the Younger, and my family's symbol is a cloud spewing lightning. Where Are You From? "I hail from the forests bordering the volcanic lands of Baltarok, home of the orcs. Volcanic ash makes excellent fertilizer, you know. The society is led by the High Council, a group of nine elves, each representing one of the Elements. Arasmyth's father is on the council representing Wind. Why are you here? "Why did I travel to Heroica? Well, in my younger years, I had a good friend, an orc named Hazath. Being young and the more reckless of the two of us, I managed to convince him to set out from our home as adventurers. Not long after we set out, we were ambushed by slavers. My friend was taken. It was all my fault. Afterwards, an aging human helped nurse me back to health from the injuries I sustained in the battle. He died soon afterwards. So, as my title "The Atoner" would indicate, I'm here to atone for my past sins." Strengths: "What I'm good at? I'm excellent at linguistics, for one. I can speak just about any language ever spoken, from Rockling to the language of the wasp people living in the marshlands in the East. For another, I'm a bit more creative and unorthodox than most of the stuffy old mages you'll find out there. I'm willing to do things in new and unique ways, and act spontaneously, not refer to an ancient text to solve all my problems for me. I do refer to ancient texts frequently, though. Ancient texts are fun. Finally, my specialty: Weather magic. I'm the best that's ever been. Rain, hail, lightning, thunder, wind. Especially wind. I can summon hurricanes and blizzards, fry foes with lightning, toss armored men about like dry leaves in a tornado, anything." Weaknesses: "What I'm not good at? Why, nothing, of course. Ha ha, just kidding. I tend to become tangential frequently, and I often ramble. I find it hard to focus on things I'm not interested, and take most things too lightly. Second, I find myself quick to anger. My nature is highly unpredictable, like the wind, and the slightest statement may send my flying into a rage. A butterfly's flap may cause a hurricane, after all. That's called "chaos theory"... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Finally, I tend to be overly loquacious, and frequently use sesquipedalian terminology. That is, I talk a lot. And I use lots of big words. It can get hard to understand me when I go off on a rant. You're probably wondering why I don't count my inability to utilize other elements of magic aside from Wind and Lightning with a few dabblings in Water and Ice as a weakness. That's because it isn't one. I had a natural affinity for weather based magic, and I homed in on it and honed my skills to the exclusion of other schools of magic. Yes, I may be at a disadvantage against Rocky monsters, but I'll bet my hat I'm better at aeromancy than any of you jack-of-all-elements, master-of-none mages." Evident Facts: "What is immediately apparent to those who meet me? First would probably be my affinity for the color blue. All my robes are blue, and I'm a strong supporter of the blue clad Hinckwells ,and my speech is blue too.. Next would be my spontaneous personality. Anyopne who engages in a conversation of significant length with me would probably notice my turbulence and talkativity. Finally, I believe most people will notice that despite my casual, disorganized, and chaotic personality, I'm indeed very wise in the ways of this world. especially those of magic. The beard and hat help. Secrets: "Things few, if any, people know about me? Well, you've got to promise not to tell. For one, I like to keep my past shrouded in mystery. It seems you can't toss a stone in the Hall without hitting someone with a tragic sob story, and mine pales in comparison. Better to keep myself individual. Also, the mystery helps promote the wise, bearded wizard look I mentioned earlier. Second, to tell the truth, I'm very lonely. I put up an abrasive exterior, but to be honest, I'd love to have a soulmate to spend the rest of my thousands of years with. Finally, and you really can't divulge this one, my family line isn't pure Elf. My great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great granduncle seventeen times removed was a dwarf. SHHHH! Don't tell anyone! Beliefs: "What do I believe? Well, my Gods are Isiris, Galadrya, and Celebryon. Next, I believe in the afterlife. And finally, I believe in destiny and fate." Wishes: "What I wish for? A female companion, for one. For another, I long for a taste of home. But most of all, my one desire that keeps my from returning to the forests and spending my life as an eccentric wizard in his tree, I want to wipe out the red on my ledger. Hazath's death was my fault, and I want to make up for that by helping others. That's why I came to Heroica. I don't think my soul will be able to rest until I do. Liabilities: "What I wish to get rid of or change about myself? Well, I'm hardly proud of my rashness. I hope to become cooler over time, and temper my anger. I also dislike my inexperience, and hope to train to overcome it. Lastly, I have a desire to abandon my old staff at some point. I've had it forever, but it has to many bad memories clinging to it for me to feel comfortable using it as just another tool. I doubt I'll actually throw it out, though, just leave it behind as a memorial to Hazath. I may not be Flipz, but random activity of the unspecified time interval: Fill out Chromeknight's form as I have, and post it here!

"Althior. Alexis." Arasmyth nodded to the couple. "I wish you the best of luck on your Quest." As he turned, something caught his eye. "Althior... what happened to your right arm?" he asked quietly, so no one other than the Sage and his companion could hear. He vaguely recognized the blackened and twisted skin from an image he had seen in an ancient Elven text on the history of an ancient demon, one who represented the the Second Capital Vice of Gluttony. The scroll described it as a curse that ravaged flesh and killed a person from the inside out, stating that once contracted it could only spread. There was no known cure. Normally he would ask solely out of concern for his friend's safety, but something was bothering him. The text described the condition as coming from proximity or contact with powerful demons, and had not mentioned any other ways of contracting it. "You haven't done anything you'll regret later on, have you?" Here he lowered his voice even further, so not even the Elf child could hear, in case she wasn't already aware of the condition. "The ancient demons are a deceitful folk, human. To deal with them is to court death." OOC: Hopefully this isn't contradicting any of your plans for Althior. I went back and reviewed your posts in Q#3: TMM and following, so I don't believe it is at odds with anything you've already posted, but if there's anything you want me to change, just ask. Trying to give you a springboard to work off with the curse plot, as I haven't seen it show up too much recently, while also building up Arasmyth as the kind of character who reads a lot and knows all sorts of random stuff.

"Click clack chirp chirp tweet." (Poor Eeth. It seems likely, due to her relative silence and uselessness yesterday, that it was either the work of an Serial Killer independent killer rather than the Sith, or else he or someone he trusted slipped up in private a revealed a night action or something he had that made him a threat that required being taken care of to the Sith.)

"Consarnit. Another Quest I'll be sitting out." The blue robed aeromancer sighed, then went back to his glass of fine Elven wine, a botttle that had taken him a while to procure. It was worth it, though, for the taste of his homeland. He gestured toward a young woman entering the Hall carrying a basket containing a newborn. "Good day, Madam, may I inquire as to the nature of your visit to this," here he paused, then said with a wry, sarcastic tone, "esteemed establishment? There are a number of, ah, unsavory characters about, weapons lying about the floor, bar brawls, and worse. Not exactly the safest place for a youngling."

"Click chirp tweet chirp." (What makes you his spokesman? Unless he actually does post a link to the Scum writeboard with the password, I'm going to assume either A.) he's lying, or B.), you're Scum trying to influence the situation while claiming it came from Windu so if we do end up lynching one of the many, many, people you just accused you can pass it off as Windu's doing.) )

"Click, chirp chirp chirp!" (First, yay, free scum! ) "Tweet screech chirp click clack chirp chirp." (Next, my defense: I DID NOT say "I'm so sorry, I didn't know!" I explained my reasoning [that being that I was aware of three prominent suspects and was attempting to avoid a penalty should a conviction be reached in the 12+ hours I was meditating], then apologized for my rash decisions. I also pointed out those who looked scummy to me, in order to help get the discussion rolling, The more bolded FoSs on them a Scum sees, the more pressure he feels and the more likely he is to slip up. Also, I already explained this to Droid Threepio earlier in the thread, which you would know had you been paying attention. Additionally, I vaguely recall someone FoSing me citing the same reasons you have, then also saying I had thrown out posts of pointless chirps and clicks, a false statement. All my chirps and clicks are meaningful and spoken in an attempt to add to the discussion. (i.e., all have had translations. R2 is the one who started with just boops.) If you are referring to posts you believe as useless, and not random noises as I thought, then most of my "uslesser" sounding posts have already been questioned and then explained by me.) "Screech click click chirpity chirp chirp chirp." (As for Threepio... I think a vig-kill would be justified, but personally I think Windu may just be trying to bring an active, pro-town player with him.)

Clcickity chirp chirp chirp. (I'm throwing out accusations at who I think is suspect. Many seem to think that Vebb is a Townie for his relentlessness, I presented the idea he could be a Scum who's using the relentlessness tactic, which worked for Ahsoka, to appear Town himself. The other three were just plain obvious. If there was an obvious Scum, would you expect me not to accuse him solely because others were as well? )

Click chirp tweet chirp. (At least 2 people should vote for Master Windu so Padawan Tano is not lynched due to my rashness should time run out, unless you believe a better candidate will present himself in the meantime.)

Clickity clack chirp chirp chirp. (I'm just as confused as you are, but there are two options here: He's Scum who saw that Ahsoka's stick-to-tit-iveness got her out of a tight spot and is attempting to emulate her, or he's a horribly confused Jedi who's lost his cool and is shouting random nonsense because he's convinced you're scum despite little to no evidence towards it and relatively [emphasis: relatively] overwhelming against it.)

Clickity chirp tweet, screech screech. (WTF? If he was Scum, normal or Godfather, then WHY IN THE GALAXIES would he DRAW THE SUSPICION OF EVERY SINGLE TOWN PR BY ASKING FOR INVESTIGATIONS? If he was Godfather, it'd make more sense, but he's still going to be under the scrutiny of EVERYONE IN THE TEMPLE AT THIS POINT. So just CHILL OUT, bro, an CUT THE CAPS LOCK.)

"Clickity chirp? Chirp tweet chirp screech." (As far as I can tell, Master Corobb has indeed answered the points you put up against him adequately. Yes, he may be a Godfather, but it would still be unwise of him to literally "paint a glowing target on his forehead", as you say, as his actions will be intensley scrutinized by all, and he's just as likely to slip up as anyone else. Your focus on an active, seemingly pro-Town player makes me suspicious of you. FoS: Nahdar Vebb (Scubacarrot)

"Click chirp tweet, tweet screech screech clack chirp chirp chirp tweet." (Well, now I feel stupid for voting. I was under the impression that a conviction of either Padawan Tano, Master Windu, or the droid R2-D2 was likely to be reached while I rested, and therefore I cast a reckless and early vote for my number 1 suspect, who has since produced some solid defenses which have been corroborated and augmented by others [see, I told you there were solid defenses that could be produced ], and I now regret my hasty decision. This is a temple of Jedi, not rash commoners, and haste is not our way of life. I fear I may have made a grave mistake due to the no unvote rule and the fact that only a plurality, not a majority, is required for a lynch. My new suspicions are, Seosty for starting the bandwagon that I so rashly joined, Windu for his excessive fencesitting, and Voolif Mon, for his long, semi-useless recap and then hopping onto the bandwagon without offering any solid evidence. As for my tunnel-vision, I was strongly convinced I had found a scum and was attempting to focus in on her in order to drive her to slip up and reveal her scumminess, or else move off my Scumdar. As she has done the latter, I shall attempt to find a new Scum out of those I listed previously. FoS: Illi Seosty (Sisco) Fos: Mace Windu (Nightshroud) Fos: Voolif Mon (JackjonesPaw)

"Click, click click." (I'm afraid I must agree with Master Seosty, as I feel myself becoming drowsy and do not wish to miss this window of opportunity and be penalized for it come morning. As no-one has convinced me otherwise... Vote: Ahsoka Tano (MacK) OOC: GTG guys.

"Clickity chirp, tweet! Screech..." (Aaagh, I did it again! My apologies, this is really turning into a bad habit of mine, isn't it? The typos are rather frustrating, but I shouldn't have posted spoken up for such a trivial matter, especially after accusing Ahsoka for cluttering up the thread air... I'll just be quiet until I have something productive to say now,

"Click! Chirp! ClickclickchirptweetSCREEEEEEECH! Tweet tweet chirp! " (Moudama, not Moudanma, not Master Chirp, not Clickityclack, Moudama! Is it really that hard to spell pronounce? )