KING RULEBOOK

[retellers]

the king On Sunday, at 6pm, Emet-Selch will receive a message on his PHS. 👤 ➡️ 🏰 go there. Upon receiving this message, Emet-Selch will notice that the castle appears closer than usual. Should he head towards it, he will finally be able to reach its entrance. Inside is a large hall with various doors, along with a staircase, but he will be able to access only a single door. Once he steps inside, he will find his Leader waiting for him. After their meeting is over and he leaves the castle, he will no longer be able to reach the castle again. ༶•┈┈⛧┈｡o°✥✣ 　　 ✣✥°o｡┈⛧┈┈•༶ As the King: Every Sunday, the King will be able to create one rule and one order that must be followed. These decrees will go into effect on the Monday of the following week, and will last until the following Sunday. The two decrees are as follows: 1) One rule that every participant must follow, the only stipulations being that it cannot contradict any of the current rules and that you cannot consecutively make the same rule. This rule will be added to the official rulebook, and anyone who breaks it will be punished. 2) One order that one participant must follow. The participant will not be informed that an order has been given to them, and will only be aware of an urge to obey it. The participant will follow this order until the new week begins, or until the King chooses to remove it. ༶•┈┈⛧┈｡o°✥✣ 　　 ✣✥°o｡┈⛧┈┈•༶ Additional notes: The King will be allowed to ask questions about the on-goings of the game and communicate with their Leader in their weekly meetings. They may receive small hints should they perform well. However, the information received will be up to their Leader's discretion.

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[arkitect]

Of course not. Only that you do seem to put up with much, for our sakes.

[retellers]

[ SQUINTS which he can also not see sometimes you just get so used to wearing the mask. ]

I do. [ it's said so suspiciously. ] Drink your coffee.

[ you didn't even offer him a cup. ]

[arkitect]

[it's fine he literally is from a society where everyone wore masks so he can probably just tell from other facial cues, somehow, idk.]

I would, but really, that tone is enough to make me hesitant to accept anything from you.

[his tone's still light-- he is just. idly bullying tiger now, i hate this. he is in a much better mood though.]

[retellers]

I am almost positive I have never poisoned anyone, probably.

[ memloss! ]

[arkitect]

Well, it is never too late to start. Mayhap you should consider it.

[retellers]

Not sure if it'll fit my aesthetic, but I'll consider the option.

[arkitect]

It does not need to suit anything about you in particular, if none ever learn of it.

[he just shrugs. grandpa stop this.]

[retellers]

[ sips her coffee. ]

You raise a good point. It wouldn't be very useful if everyone just immediately knew it was you.

[arkitect]

Precisely so. Subtle, yet effective. Quite the useful skill, if one can pull it off well enough.

Though if it is not to your tastes, well. There's no helping that.

[retellers]

I have been informed I seem more like a stabber.

[arkitect]

I can see that, yes. A little more blunt-- more to the point, as it were. You might not do poorly with firearms either.

[retellers]

[ she seems to consider this. ]

I may pass on the guns. Currently a sore spot until I find something else to be mad about.

[arkitect]

Fair enough. For what reason, if I may ask?

[retellers]

I remembered getting a big ol' bullet through the chest back home.

So, sore spot until I find something else to be more annoyed about.

[arkitect]

...I see. I might scorn the axe for similar reasons.

[a short pause, there.]

Dead as well, then, or was it not so lethal a shot? If you recall.

[retellers]

[ she is thinking... ]

If I somehow survived that, I'd be even more impressed with myself. [ ... ] No, it was pretty lethal. Straight through the heart.