Cass

And ok 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away..... Aahhhweheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweem away....

Never!!! But also, would you like to sign this declaration of war over the matters of Origin???

Was thinking the others should get a chance to confer? Looks like @HeavyHalfMoonBlade 's sleeping time ... Is Turin not able to play until after work?

I am thinking 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight'

Songs, please.

Sorry to leave you on your own Gud and then offer to desert you and Aarenis - *(was sleeping and just woke up), and gotta take the chance to even the board

I can switch.... If you make it Maroon 😛 Or even if not

@Zander? I hope you're sleeping, but if you wake before end of this - come combine our MUSICTWINFRAND!!!! Skillz for LOLs ❤️ !!!

It's not too late to convert those Sus Reds!!! But if you do I will have to switch, and @dicetosser1 take my current place !!

Blue please!

- A FLASH OF HOPE - The dark clouds were rising, smothering the sky... The orchards were burning... The horses were running... The inn was aflame... The green was red, and far too still. Again. The distant screams and howls were out-competing the roar of the flames nearby... She burned - burned! with the heat of Saidar, with the deep and desperate need for revenge... This time, by LIGHT, the Shadow would PAY! She rounded the corner and - FLASH! - nothing but the burn of the flash's after-image and the partly obscured residue of glowing threads remained. Again. Calia awoke, opening her eyes to the dark stillness of the night. There was no residue, no burning after-image affecting her line of sight. Just the darkness, the shadows, the lack of light. She sighed, releasing a rush of breath she hadn't realised she was holding. What did it mean? Her head, as well as her heart, ached. What in the Light had they faced at Four Kings and, before that, on the Plain of Lances? What manner of Shadow were they facing now, as they headed towards Ebou Dar? It was nothing she had encountered before, that was for certain - not in all of her hundred-plus years. She had her suspicions. And they went beyond even the possible growth of vileness once again, to a set of circumstances that were far, far worse. Had the Tower tarried too long before setting Sisters out in earnest for this task? Were they too late? The darkness, the shadows, a lack of light - was that all that would lay ahead for them now? She squashed the thought as quickly as she knew how. She didn't like to believe that there was no hope. Light! They would prevail again! Surely. She was not the only Sister who had trained and dedicated her life to the cause of standing ready for these days - and surely they could not be completely outnumbered! But still. How to move forward when it felt like everything was possibly going dark? Her thoughts chased themselves around and around in her head, the implications weighing heavy on her heart. Eventually, Elessar stirred and Calia felt her attention shift out toward him through their bond. To any other, he would have seemed asleep, but she knew better. The warder was keen readiness wrapped in stillness, not sleep. The bond between them hummed with his presence, solid and steady, a warm weight she had long since adjusted to having linked with her own mind. She allowed her thoughts to slow, concentrated on matching her breathing with his. It had been months since the weave had settled between them, tying them together, making them one, and still, she could not help but marvel at how different this attachment was to the others she had known. How natural it had - and still - felt. She had known that the moment of their bonding would be significant, had expected the weight of it, the shift in awareness that had inevitably come. But nothing had prepared her for the sense of familiarity that had swept through her as those threads of Spirit settled into place. That sense of oneness that still remained. It had been like stepping into a current already moving in the exact direction of her own, something deeper than mere compatibility or shared purpose. He had felt… aligned. Strength beside strength, quiet resolve beside her own. It had not required adjustment so much as acceptance, as though she had simply to recognise something she had always known to be true. Rolling towards him in the half-light, she studied her warder for a long moment. His breath came slow and steady, his features were softened in the quiet of night. A protector. A warrior. A poet. And her gaidin. Someone who, despite all reason, and her previous intentions, felt to her like an anchor in the storm. The weight of their task had settled heavy on her shoulders, doubt lingered like a shadow in the edges of her thoughts. The Vileness had not been completely rooted out—of that, she was certain. The battle near the Plain of Lances had been but one battle before all the battles unfolding, and the power their enemies had wielded there had left her more than wary. Whether the earlier winds had settled or no, the road ahead of them was uncertain, and the storms were sure to come. Now, knowing that the secrecy of their current mission had been compromised and that there had been similar levels of power at play during their journey, it was almost impossible to know who to trust. But at least they had each other. Not everything was going dark. The light of hers and Elessar's bond was unmistakable - and they would be steadfast. Together. And as ready as they could ever be. . . . Her thoughts drifted from the Warder by her side to Liss, Neve and Emine - her Sisters across over a century of time and every possible combination of space. They too, were proven anchors in chaotic times. Her heart ached at the distances that lay between each of them currently. She had Elessar by her side, true, and his strength was appreciated. But what she wouldn't give for one of Lissinda's pertinent stares, Emine's flirtatious laughs or Neve's gentle strokes of her hair! There were some things only a Sister of the Tower could understand - and those three knew it all when it came to her past and her present. They had seen her at her best and worst, steadied her when she had been too broken to stand, held her and shielded her from herself when sudden grief had driven her everything toward instant destruction. They would understand the twisted mess of her heart at all of the recent events, rumours and news. And surely, surely, they could still be trusted. Light, it would be good to have even one of them by her side... She closed her eyes again, exhaling softly. Sleep took her once more, and, in her dreams, the past and the present blurred... . . . FLASH! This time the FLASH! OF LIGHT was one she knew. Would never forget. Neve and Emine held her as tightly as they were able with the Power as well as with their hands. Their voices were fierce and insistent, but Calia heard them not at all. She sank to her knees in the red sand, her face streaming with tears, her hands covered with the blood of both of her brothers. Of the shadowspawn they, and she, had killed. Liss stood fifty paces in front of them all, a handful of Sisters by her side, ending the very few shadowspawn that were left alive on the field. More than one of the Sisters looked back at Calia with pale expressions of horror. Her flash of light had decimated almost the entire field of trollocs in a single burst. And then, she had simply screamed again, wordlessly, drawing more - and more - and more - of saidar, ready to kill them all and Light take her! It. was. not. enough! It had not been enough, but somehow now, beneath the memories of the grief, the rage, the helplessness... a whisper of strength was flowing between her and her Sisters. A whisper... ...A whisper that took on the voice of all three of her anchor-Sisters, and the Wise One she had, at that time, been yet to meet. The Wheel Wills... ...And Where there's a Will ... There's a Way .... For the Light! FLASH! The dream twisted. FLASH! Nothing but residue. It was dark. So dark. So cold. Where was she? Where was the Light? Carefully, she embraced the source. FLASH! A globe of light glowed, far, far above her outstretched hand. The Light. The warmth. She needed it to be bigger, brighter, closer, safer! She drew a little deeper, and this time, in the space between sleep and wakefulness, her hands moved, her thoughts became action. The threads twisted, and - FLASH! Calia's eyes flew open just as the sliver of light before her became a blinding rent in the darkness of night. The light split the darkness. A window - no larger than the width of her shoulders, hung in the air before her. And through it - impossibly - A Saldaean chamber she had not seen with her own eyes in years. She sat bolt upright, her hand flying to her mouth. Through the sliver of that impossible window, was Neve, newly standing, astonished and instantly surrounded by the glow of saidar, her dark eyes wider than Calia had ever seen them. Kerin was drawing his sword, an equal look of shock and action on his dark features. Calia's breath caught, the impossibility of it all striking her like a physical blow. It was real. REAL! "Ca-?" "Emi-!" The window snapped shut. The residual glow of threads slowly dissipated into the dark. Cal studied them with wide eyes, her breath coming fast, her heart hammering against her chest as if it would break free of her ribs. She grabbed fistfuls of blanket to stop her hands from trembling. Threw the blankets aside. The space before her was as dark and empty as it had been when she'd fallen asleep, but she could still see that room, the warm realness of it, the stunned expressions, the way Neve's lips had just begun to form her name. "Elessar!" she hissed, knowing he was also now wide awake. "Did you see that?"

Gah!! Floats in the depths of space Watching the Town... GO the BLUEEEEESSSS !!!!! 🤣

Thinking Unvote Vote: Lenlo For now. I can't shake the earlier wolfy impression. Verb's fairly null to me at present, but I'm going to run with the gut and lololol/cry later if I'm wrong for moving off. RTE's 'fishing' Zander thing is ultimately sketchy/NAI but I don't think we should lynch there because I see it plausibly coming from either alignment and therefore that should be a wolf problem all the way. Still soul-reading Gud as Gud from the last game with the overrunning high of her reads there giving her that well-deserved bit of extra confidence at the start. She's questionned her 'goodest girl' take on me a couple of times, so I have to consider that it could be buddying and setting up for mislynch - but even if I'm wrong on my initial read of her, and she's first time wolf doing that, then she deserves to stay and play. Turin - I have nothing other than he was giving me the same vibes as first day the other game, with related 'tone it down/back' addition. Don't really wanna lynch Cairos today, back and forth but would rather see how things develop. Heavy and Shad currently giving me very similar vibes, wouldn't put deep-wolf past them, but tinfoil on that not worth the cost to Town atp. Dice - Null-?Town. Would have liked more back and forth with him. Want to watch how him and Turin in particular, develop. Zander - The Towniest Town that Ever Towned in all the Towns. He can fake his thought processes/buddy/tunnel etc. but he's also not for today.

Popping in as I can between work things, but can't guarantee I'll be around for DL ... Probably my biggest nagging thought at present is that what if/would Verbal fight harder as Wolf? Well, that and the frustration that absolutely nothing is clear to me.

I gotta run, but for now I'll VOTE VERBAL Was originally thinking Cairos/RTE With everyone else possi-deep wolf. Gud and Dice ~tentatively OK. But RTE trending up, and I think I'm mindmelding with Z on Cairos, so... until later. Presently would probably also be fine with voting Shad, as much as I ❤️ his skill in every game.

Also, I don't remember where I put the crayons when they're up my nose. But I do remember this is not really how our TT relationship usually/used to work out...

You think I kept notes on that? Or could find them if I did?

KK, I agree with most of the observations/theory of this, so + something there. But if you can't do more with Z at the present than 'he always looks wolfy to me' - and you've seen him as Town, and nobody's made use of the vote there yet, then ... where else do you go? My take on Lenlo at present is that the move you describe him doing is equally possible for Wolf/Town. But when I remember that sometimes being confrontational is a good-ish thing, and that this is not a hammer game and we don't have a lot of time, and see your vote currently still on Z with my current read of him, I have some trouble looking past you to Len.

With ya, Z If anyone's getting D1 Pass here, it's currently you. And LOLOLOLOLOL because earlier you said that would be the thing that you'd expect from me if Scum XD GLGLGL Unless you buddied me with that, then ... Round and round and round we go XD >.<

And once upon a time at least, you absolutely rode with that mentality as Town.

Bold there is factually not true.

@dicetosser1 Where you at on RTE?

Yep. GTH you still on RTE?

@HeavyHalfMoonBlade - Would you shift from Zander currently?

Yeah - in most cases, essentially your best guess. FWIW this seems different to @Cairos from last game.