Tanuchan

For the 'what' of the character, I suggest you to PM Mynx, who is the mod if the current game. Post a short description of your character in this thread, as we have already done - as soon as possible; again, it's Mynx' call when the game starts. Voting: We usually start with a free-RP day phase: no one has roles yet, so all is well . After that, the mod (Mynx) will post a "first night phase kill" - an NPC kill. As soon as she posts, "day phase" starts. For the alloted time (usually 48h), voting is open - so basically you post your characters reaction, observe the other player's characters, and vote against one of them as being suspect of the kill (the "wolf"). Whoever has simple majority is "lynched" and is out of the game. These players can "haunt" the setting as NPCs (again, the mod determines if they're allowed to or how they do it). After that there are 24hours of "night phase": no one can vote, accuse, speculate, or reveal suspicions at all; during this phase, the wolves/seer/baner PM the mod their targets. Then another day phase starts. And so on... until one of the following happens: 1- villagers find all wolves: villagers win 2- there are the same number of wolves and villagers: wolves win. Hope this helps (Mynx: did I forget anything? ) ~Tanny PS. Sweet was quicker than I!!

A wolf bounds in, so intent on catching the little butterfly who had dared to bite her nose a while ago that she doesn't see Annael and ends up bumping into her. They roll on the floor, a ball of flur and feathers, and at the end Tanny shimmers back into her human form to hand back to Annael the halo that had ended up entangled in her tail. "Hmm... erm... that little fella there..." Tanny waves her hand in the direction of the butterflies, "... that one... told me it's your birthday... " Though it didn't have to do it by biting my nose! Then she huggles the startled angel with a grin. ~~~~~~ OOC: Happy Birthday, Annael! Don't feel bad for telling us... how are we going to know otherwise? And there's the good point of being born in a leap year... officialy at least, you'll always be young!!!

Welcome to the game, Evangeline To adjust for RL commitments and to give everybody chance to RP and post, and also read the other players' posts before voting, the day phases of the game take 48h in RL. Night phase, when there's only free RP and no need of voting, takes 24h in RL. We found out that this choice of length for each phase works very well here at the Pen. If you have any other doubts, feel free to post here or PM any of us! ~Tanny

Tanny finished writing with a neat hand, and later on stuck the parchment onto a board at the Cabaret Room. Then she left with a smile, already having ideas on who to look for. Her first target was unsuspectly reading a book by a waterfall, not too deep into the forest. So entranced he was in his reading, that he never heard the wolf approaching. Tanny grinned with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and very gently started weaving the threads of water coming from the waterfall. Azuran looked up, startled by the droplets of water spraying him. He instinctively protected the book by tucking it into a pocket, and saw only a dark blur suddenly jumping on him. Both sage and wolf tumbled down the gentle slope, splashing into the water. Tanny shimmered into her human form as she hit the water, hugging her friend and laughing, "I dare you!" Azuran flailed almost in panic, still disoriented, but a soft touch from Tanny's water-weaving told him he was indeed safe. Water closed over them, and they emerged independently some seconds later. Still laughing, Tanny took again her wolf shape and, after diving once more, left the river and shook herself vigorously. "Hey!" Azuran, stepping out of the water soon after her, raised his hands trying to shield his face from the drops of water being shaken away by his wolfish friend. The wolf stretched and trotted to a sunny spot, sitting there back in her human form while Azuran hastily checked his pocket for his book. "You shouldn't worry, Az..." Tanny smiled at seeing his relieved face. "I'd never let a book be soaked in water because of my pranks. I wove a protection around it." Azuran tried to scowl, but realized that his dripping figure wouldn't help much, and while pushing his hair out of his eyes he laughed quietly. Then, much to his surprise, he felt his clothes drying - and a quick glance at Tanny was enough to tell him she was again the responsible for the trick. "I wove the water out of your clothes." She explained with a smile, patting a spot at her side. "But just your clothes. You'll enjoy the sun more, now." His new attempt at a scowl failed miserably, and he ended up laughing at her side while she explained to him his dare. A couple of hours later, Tanny surprised another of her friends. Coming back after some days out of the Keep, he never saw the tacklehug coming. "I dare you, too!" "Wha..." The question was lost amid black fur and purple robes - wolf and panther fur, both dark and lustrous, tumbling in the shadowed path taking to the gates of the Keep. The wolf bounded out of the mess of robes and backpack, immediately followed by the now fully-feline Panther, in a merry chase into the woods. **** OOC: Sweet let me pass on the dare to two people, but each of you - Azuran and Panther - should pass it on to just one other person Edit: just thought it would be interesting to reveal the dare... I had to describe being hugged without using the word 'hug'

I received a dare...?!! Huh... sure... erm...Sweet, I'll be PMing you shortly... since I have no idea what i'm supposed to do...? *tacklehugs Ayshela belatedly*

btw, Annelise will need someone (or two) to tag along... anyone up to the role? She's a pretty girl, for the guys who'd like company... Edit: FYI, Annelise was assigned as intern to Charles...

Annelise Berger Annelise was a skilled skier and starting her second year as skiing instructor in Vanacutt Point when she had a serious accident going down a new path. For the most part of the next year she was bed-bound, and after that slowly regained her strength and will to go back to skiing. Now, five years later, Annelise's skill isn't as great as it was when she suffered the accident - but she's decided to continue the life she had chosen, and is back to Vanacutt Point as an intern. She has an easy smile and makes friends quite easily, having also a sympathetic ear and the knack of putting people at ease. However, behind that smile, she doesn't trust people easily and keeps her own life and feelings closed to all but a few people. She's 26, tall, with long black hair and green eyes that sparkle with the light and wind. ~~~~~~~ That's the idea... what made Annelise go back to Vanacutt Point isn't clear for me yet - I was thinking maybe of a good friend or even a relative who's also an instructor and might be with her presently at V.P. If anyone wants to be that person, or set any kind of background with Annelise, please feel free to PM me . Edit: some small changes to adjust the background for an interaction with Akallabeth's character.

I'm in - character to come! *hugs*

Yay! *huggles Sweet* It was a fun game - though I'm *really* surprised no one voted for me... I thought that, with Dean's accusation plus RL commitments that ended up making me far less active than normal in this game, I'd be targeted quite easily for a lynching... Azuran, you're a lucky guy... Congrats to all for great RPing! ~Tanny

*discreetly adds a "zany" before 'zounds'... since it should be 8 words... * And then... let's try the 9-words string? Ambitious, angry adventurous anteaters attacked androginous African amber aardvarks.

Niab found Rahnia at the cistern, looking at the exact spot a Maker would drop into the water to create the Water of Life. He could see in her absent look that she was again going through what would be asked of her in the ritual to complete her training, to make her a Reverend Mother. He knew Rahnia dreaded that moment, though she had never let anyone see her fears. So like Sichana. She turned to Niab when he stepped into the cave, and smiled at him in spite of the tension around her eyes. Niab hugged her once. "What are the others saying, father?" "The offworlder girl." Rahnia nodded slowly. "Yes, I thought of her, too. I don't like her, but she senses the spirits. That alone would make me more respectful of her... " "Or more suspicious, Rahnia. She is too innocent-looking, too awkward, too offworldly. Who else better to fool us?" "I agree, father. However... there is someone else who is an adept at fooling. At manipulating. Someone who wouldn't like to see a non-trained girl sense the spirits." Niab blinked. "I suspect the witch." ~~~~~~~~~ OOC: A vote for Jammeez/Jamilla.

Katz, a question... in spite of this not being technically completed (since there are elements still missing), are you planning on doing the activity again? I enjoyed both writing for it and reading the results - I've read each separate work at the time of their posting, liked them, and never noticed they'd be part of your challenge!! edit: typo

I keep enjoying this piece, more as the more I read it. I think the small changes in the first paragraph strengthened the description and feeling; it draws me in more than ever, and in a more powerful way. However, the second paragraph still feels a bit off - like a broken rhythm; although the abrupt change fits your intention, I feel the last sentences flow much better than the beginning of the paragraph. For some reason, this sentence Naked and exposed, the heart aches to burst and destroy the festering sickness contained therein, but his mind knows better. keeps making me lose the rhythm... it might be that "his mind knows better" is still a bit too general - what/why does it know better? Of course, it might just be myself wanting to read the second paragraph the same way as the first, while you might want to keep the distance... Also, a detail that for some reason didn't call my attention in the first version but now does: in Dreams, crushed into delicate shards littering the warped floor, draw blood from his bare feet as he takes a step. the contrast between the shards being delicate but drawing blood doesn't work too well for me... the word "delicate" seems to be in direct opposition to all the feelings you elicited through the piece. ... just my thoughts/feelings Thank you for working again on this one and sharing with us the results! It's a strong, involving piece, and I really like it. *huggles*

Whatever the other players choose... though I'll really be unfocused during/after a week-long break

OOC: I'm sorry, I'm in the same situation as Azuran - Arma on TR and a meeting with my thesis advisor, plus almost 1.5h stuck in traffic. No condition at all to RP - register a vote for Dean/Ibis, please. Sorry, these voting days have been placed in a *most* awkward time for me >_

Written with Azuran/Niab - thanks ~~~~~~~~~ In one of the bigger caves, which had been transformed into a kind of common room for the survivors, Rahnia and Niabl talked in hushed voices. Not even Chakyakha, just a few steps away, found it easy to listen - and Rahnia's glare warned him against trying to eavesdrop at a Sayyadina's talk. "Father, what Liet and Stilgar have described should be in one of the inner, small caves. We don't have access to them but through the back of the cistern." "No. It's too dangerous for you to go, daughter. I've seen the caves, they're slippery and rife with cave-ins. And with the killings among us…no, I won't risk you." Rahnia shook her head, showing a small bit of irritation. "I know how to care for myself, father. You cannot protect a Sayyadina forever." "You might be a trained Sayyadina, Rahnia. But I'll obey only a Reverend Mother in this. You are not going into those caves, not alone." "I am not mother." Her voice was soft, and gentle. "You cannot protect me forever. Neither you, nor Chakyakha." Niab stiffened, pausing a moment before responding. “It’s the fact that you are so much like your mother used to be that worries me, Rahnia…” At that point Fleur ran into the cave, screaming about disembodied hands. Rahnia arched an eyebrow, and followed the offworlder with her eyes. She noticed how the Bene Gesserit witch observed both Fleur and Chakyakha, and looked at Niab. "The spirits of the dead haunt this sietch... ?" "And the girl's ruh-spirit sensed them." Niab nodded. Rahnia breathed deeply, letting her mind wander among her memories. For a fleeting moment she regretted not having gone through the spice agony yet, but didn't let her mind linger on that thought. An offworlder sensing spirits. I should talk to her. She started to move towards both Fleur and Chakyakha, but Niab stopped her. Since interrupting the two of them the night before in their passionate embrace, Niab had thought long and hard about how well he could trust Chakyakha anymore. He felt the urge to talk to Fleur alone at some point about it, but thus far that had proved much more difficult than anticipated. "Father, please..." Although he really didn’t want Rahnia to get involved in the whole mess, a part of him greedily considered that it could be a good way for him to get information about Chakyakha and Fleur that they likely wouldn’t have told him otherwise. "Hmm… Be cautious, Rahnia." She nodded, aware of his worry and love. She looked around once more, wondering if the Other Memory would have helped her. Maybe it was time for the ritual... but that would have to wait until she returned to Sietch Tabr. ~~~~ OOC: no vote yet

Rahnia sat besides Chakyakha, seeing how he followed the offworld girl with his eyes. She smiled, though he didn't notice it. Softly, she just commented, "Chakyakha, you'd better have eyes for Harkonnen spies than offworld beauties." He looked at her with a bland expression, though she saw in his eyes that he knew she was teasing - at least about the offworld girls part. Then he looked around him, apparently weighing in his mind the worth of all those people. Rahnia also let her mind wander. She had talked with Salvis the day before, and she believed him when he had said he hadn't given the stilsuit to the Atreides man. However, the way he talked and a tension he couldn't disguise to her eyes made her still wonder about his reasons to be out in the erg. ~~~~ OOC: Vote for Pillow/Tor

*hugs* Congratulations, Az - you do deserve it.

Rahnia crouched against a wall, observing quietly the offworlders. She had been in and out of the inner caves, making mental notes of what each contained and what it should have been used for when the sietch was still inhabited. During those silent visits she had listened to a lot of speculation, and seen more than be seen. The other Fremen had noticed her, and Chakyakha had even come for a short teasing talk about the blonde girl. Chakyakha... he's always getting his eyes caught by strange beauties anyway. She smiled at her memories. Being with Chakyakha had had its moments of pleasure and fun, even if her father hadn't approved of it. But the way Chakyakha sometimes looked at her, his eyes clearly thinking of Sichana, had started to annoy her at last. Still, he was a friend. If only he stopped upsetting her father on purpose, they could have still kept some bond. Rahnia's eyes drifted to her companions. Niab was coming to her, bringing some portyguls - she loved those. Salvis intercepted Niab, though, and Rhania focused her attention on the Fremen scout. He was a tough one, she already knew it. Scouts were always tough. And she had heard him talking about the Harkonnen, and also about the weapons and how to make them the most effective. That made her frown; she would never get completely used to using anything but the crysknife. Her hand drifted towards the place her own crysknife was hidden, and let her fingers caress its scabbard. Never to be drawn if not to taste blood. Rahnia remembered suddenly a scene she had witnessed from a corner, earlier in the day. A Fremen in the shadows, offering a stilsuit to one of the foreigners. What had been the meaning of that gesture? She was almost positive it had been Salvis. Her father had been with her, and she knew Chakyakha's shadow as well as her own. There were no other of them. A soldier came towards Rahnia, clearly not having seen her. In an impulse, she stood up and went towards him. Warren slowed his steps a bit, watching Rahnia quite carefully and seriously. He felt his muscles tensing up, prepared to attack or be attacked; but he forced himself to avoid any body language saying that he was thinking or feeling anything out of the ordinary. He hoped that the only action that might be noticed as being unusual would be the way his eyes moved, that they watched her, especially as she came near him with a small smile. But, contrary to what he had expected, she barely nodded at him and went straight to the other Fremen. One of them was her father, he thought. The other was the scout. Looking at her surreptitiouly, Warren thought again that he respected the Fremen. He just wasn't sure if he should be respecting them as he might a snake, or as a venerable ally. Rahnia looked again at Salvis, nodding at him. "I need to talk to my father." Salvis took his leave. Rahnia still looked at him. "What is it, Rahnia?" Niab offered her one of the portyguls. She wondered how he could have brought them so far, but she knew how much her father would go out of his way to make her feel happier. "Salvis bothers me somewhat, father. I am pretty positive I saw him handing out a stilsuit to one of the offworlders. The one they call Ginray." "Even an offworlder might be an honorable one, still." "Yes." Rahnia felt the sweet juice of the portygul moisting her throat. "But unless they have met before, he hasn't proved himself yet." Rahnia knew no Fremen would ever side with the Harkonnen. The sewn badge seemed to point out to some of the others. That last soldier, so tense when she passed by. But still... why not? Scouts might have so many reasons, even honorable ones. She wanted to talk to Salvis. ~~~~~~~ OOC: Vote for Pillow/Tor Salvis. Sorry Patrick... Edit: typo Edit2: Sorry, credit where credit is due... Thanks to Akallabeth for (sort of) writing this with me

Insanely busy, I'll try to squeeze in a post tonight when I get home. Or tomorrow. =P. Patrick, when does day phase end? 48h from your post, I suppose - give or take? That's middle of afternoon for me!! Gah...

Welcome to the Pen, Evangeline. Yes, this is a perfect place for an introduction thread. It's very nice of you taking your time to tell something to us about you. There are a few rooms around you, but they're pretty easy to understand: poetry goes into the Banquet Room, prose in Assembly, roleplay in the Conservatory. Works not written for the Pen but posted elsewhere are in the Libray. And at the Recruiter's Office you can put on an application to become a member of our community . You don't need to be a member to participate in activities or to post in the Tavern of the Quill. And we'll welcome you either as an Honored Guest or as a member. But if you apply, you'll be able to access other subforums, where you might get more feedback/criticism. I hope that helps a bit. There's also a FAQ at The Walls of the Pen, you might already have checked it. If you have doubts, questions, or any other concern, feel free to PM any of us around here. I guess some of the community leaders would drop by soon .

I would, but I'm currently holding a bit too much... I'll see what I can do, but can't really promise anything.

Erilyn watched from the back of the room, almost blending in the shadows of a corner. She definitely had a disliking of crowds, but she did what was proper in her duty as a lady-in-waiting. She noticed Lady D'Ander's interest in Dennis, but her sharp eyes saw also the jester right behind the Lady. Hmm... more likely to be interested in Adrian... Erilyn kept her pretty face in a schooled pleasant smile while going out, curtseying here and there for the other Ladies. She knew Lady D'Ander would be talking about the events later, and started to think what was the meaning behind the small note she had found between her clothes in that morning. Who could have put it in there....

Post written with Azuran/Niab ~~~~~~~ Rahnia instinctively entered the sietch quietly, followed by Niab. Of those gathered inside, Chakyakha was the only one who noticed their presence immediately and to both Rahnia’s and Niab’s mild surprise, went over to help an outlander carry the dead body of one of the Atreides soldiers. Rahnia raised an eyebrow, then nodded - she knew he would do what was necessary at the deathstill. She also observed the offworlder girl, noticing in a glance she was already quite taken by Chakyakha. "His eyes always attract the prey," she mused with a small smile. "That offworlder will get into trouble." Niab watched Chakyakha walking off and scowled. “He’s probably just trying to show off to get a rise out of me. Fool.” He’d never really liked Chakyakha, ever since the man had blamed him for certain events that had happened concerning Rahnia’s mother… Rahnia grinned, despite Niab’s harsh words. "It might be, father. But you cannot deny him the truth. Women like him." With a slight smile still lingering on her face, she observed the caves, and the offworlders in there. She noticed the fremen scout, and frowned a bit. Hadn't she seen him before? The exact memory eluded her, and she decided to let it come back on its own accord. Her mind would figure it out if she gave it a little time. Niab touched her arm softly, and she nodded - both walked silently towards the back of the caves. Niab wanted to check the windtraps, and Rahnia went down to the cistern. I wonder if the Maker could still be there... She wasn't sure how long it had been since that sietch had been abandoned, but she knew what she was looking for. Niab looked at his daughter disappearing into a section of the sietch, and turned his attention towards where the windtraps would be. He thought about inspecting the deathstill, too, but frowned when remembering Chakyakha would be there with that offlworlder girl. Oddly enough, the very fact that the blonde had seemed to like Chakyakha only made the old rivalry rear up inside Niab. He didn’t care about the girl at all, but still, whether purposefully or not, Chakyakha had already succeeded in annoying him.

Loved it, Katz! As it was already said - fun, light, and made me laugh. It has movement, rhythm - and for me, brings to mind a feeling of carefree life, one that's lived on the spot, without worries. Really good, Katz - thank you