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The year is 289 Post-Catacendre, the world of Scadrial is booming with the new advent of aluminum weapons and tools, new metals have been discovered in the nearly 300 years since the Final Empire's reign. The world is growing at a rapid pace in the Elendel Basin as technology advances, and life for it's citizens changes by the day. Meanwhile, in the Roughs, life is untamed and wild, crime is far from uncommon, and criminals run amuck as the few dedicated Lawmen do their best to chase them down and build some semblance of order in these chaotic lands.

During all of this, several coalitions between various nobles, mercantile elites, and politicians from different city states have formed, and recently, all independently decided to try to take possession of a remarkably profitable aluminum mine in the Roughs, owned by an unassuming gentleman named Raven.

Several of the more influential coalitions have indicated an interest in hiring so-called ‘specialists’ to further their interests. Raven, the owner of the mine, has also expressed interest in hiring aid to protect his investment from the various coalitions snapping at his heels. With this in mind, our heroes have congregated in a local tavern in the Roughs called The Iron Wheel, where they have settled for drinks and food while debating the merits of the many hiring opportunities.

For now, a layer of calm is upon the world of Scadrial, the calm before the storm. Soon, the different Coalitions and the owner of the mine himself, along with our heroes will find themselves at the center of a new and bloody conflict.


Current character list (Ping @Ookla the Stick or @AonEne if you need your character added!)

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@AonEne - Marie Lekal, Inquisitor

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Name: Marie Lekal

Appearance: Standard bald Inquisitor, curly tattoos, pale skin, approx. 20yo, wears a mockery of a mistcloak with all the tassels sewn together; metal plate over her linchpin

Investiture: Allomantic (coppercloud-piercing) bronze, iron, steel, pewter, chromium, nicrosil, aluminum, duralumin, atium; Feruchemical atium, zinc, bendalloy, brass, copper, bronze, and gold

Backstory: She was a Seeker noblewoman whose father sent her to join the Ministry out of religious devotion and lack of anything else to do with her, having married off her siblings already. After being turned into an Inquisitor, she spent most of her time under the Lord Ruler watching the outskirts of the empire. After Rashek died, she hid in various smaller villages, then was used by Ruin to keep an eye on things. After scouting for those two, she was a natural choice of scout for Sazed, who was pained to find that she wasn't as amenable to the switch in leaders as the other few Inquisitors he'd found...

Personality: Pretty much constantly pissed off all the time; wants to spread Ruin, and enjoys destroying things in many varied ways. Deep inside she's tired - so exhausted by constant control, spiking, Ruin and the girl she was before her life was claimed by TLR warring with her desires. She just wants to go do her own thing and murder some peeps.

Theme Song: Black Sky by Arrows to Athens and End of Me by Ashes Remain

@ZincAboutIt - Alleine Cooper, A-Zinc

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Name: Alleine Cooper / “The Adder”

Investiture: A-Zinc (Rioter)

Physical Characteristics: Female. Age 25. Slightly shorter than average, long black hair, green eyes. She is fair skinned with sharp, delicately angular features and modest curves. Pretty in a sort of cold way. Often wears her hair up in a fashionable twist, usually seen in some shade of dark green or black. Always wears a black velvet band around her neck to hide a garrote scar.

Details: She is a lady of all trades, but generally makes a living by seducing rich gentleman adventurers then killing them and stealing their valuables. Well known in the underground community, will also take jobs for various Roughs gang bosses for any number of reasons: enhancing terror or cooperation during an interrogation, basic espionage/surveillance, stealing stuff, etc. Her trade name, “The Adder”, both irritates and flatters her. She is very perceptive and keen, and incredibly self interested. Alleine isn’t happy to kill people, and if she can get away with the goods without murder she will do it sometimes. But, she finds it’s usually better to tie up any loose ends. She was raised by her father, who was a cooper in a small Roughs town. One night, someone broke into their home and killed her father, almost killing her too. Her Allomancy saved her life, and the man fled. Eventually, she tracked him down and realized that he was a gentleman out of Elendel that had decided to use his free time “adventuring” to go around killing people. He was her first mark, and she realized she was good at it. She has no real lasting grudge against noblemen after killing her father’s murderer, but she is very slow to trust pretty much everyone. Highly mobile, never stays long in one place. Was raised Survivorist, still prays occasionally and has a soft spot for Survivorist priests that manage to stick it out in the Roughs.

Skills: Incredibly adept at using A-Zinc, this being her most useful tool and weapon as a single woman in the Roughs. Handy with poison and capable with a dagger at very close range. Can use a gun but doesn’t often choose to, more of a “if all hell is breaking loose” type of situation.

Theme Song: “Queen Cobra” by The Orphan The Poet

@Kingsdaughter613 - Eryn Hearthseeker, Medallions.

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Eryn Hearthseeker

Appearance: Short, dark curly hair, light green eyes. Has an odd, slightly ornate, mask that appears to be growing into her face. She has fair skin and is about 5”0. She has a slight build, but wears bulky furs that make her look larger.

Backstory: She was born a Hunter from South Scadrial, and worked as a chocolatier for a few years before being recruited for a mission to find the Sovereign’s Bands. During a snowstorm she was separated from her group and is now lost and looking for a way home.

Investiture: She has a brass/iron medallion and a brass/duralumin medallion. She also has an F-gold bracelet. 

Skills: She makes awesome chocolate. Her Hunter training also gives her some scouting and tracking abilities. 

@Invocation - Aaron Casimir, A-Pewter (Thug), F-Electrum (Pinnacle)

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Name: Aaron Casimir

Appearance: Just shy of six feet tall, shoulder-length red hair that curls up at the edges, half-beard around his mouth, green eyes. Wears Roughs-style trousers (dust brown) and a jacket made of the same material (but colored blue) with lots of pockets everywhere and a warmth lining, and a pair of round glasses with smokey quartz cut for the lenses. (That's not anachronistic, 12th century Chinese judicial figures would use it to make people feel like they were impartial.)

Origins of the name: Casimir was a name taken by the only one of his family to survive to Catacendre after full details about what took place during the dying days of the Final Empire came out in Harmony's writing, taken to signify the start of a new world. In the dialect of his group of Empire skaa hovels, kas meant "to destroy" and amiru meant "to preserve" or "to bring peace to," and combined the two as a form of honor to Harmony and a way to remember the trials of the Lord Ruler's time in power.

Powers: A-Pewter (Thug), F-Electrum (Pinnacle)

Occupation: Inventor / Occasional for-hire Allomancer in Elendel

Backstory: His family have pretty much laid claim to a mountain in the Seran Range, called Overpost Mountain, and he uses the unimpeded view to spy on weather patterns that are coming in so he can take measurements for his attempt to make a weather-prediction machine that he hopes will lead to a way to turn storms aside when necessary. 

Personality: Despite his allomantic moniker of Thug, he's fairly gentle. Very loyal to anyone he considers friends, and is known as a very good-natured person, often helping people who need it and tossing coins to beggars in his short trips to Elendel, but he also can be known to be a little bit short and snappish with people who disrupt his train of thought if he's onto something. Very devout Pathian.

@AmazingGoob - KePuur, kandra

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Name: KePuur

Species: Kandra

Appearance: Literally almost anything. They're a Kandra.

Backstory: Average Kandra stuff, before getting sent by Harmony to investigate the coalitions and keep an eye on Marie.

Personality: Quick to make a quip and cheery even in the darkest of situations.

@Lecky Twig - Drae Rahti, Soother

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Name: Drae Rahti

Appearance: 35 years old male, 6'1. Wears simple dark cloth clothing with leather accessories. Dark eyes, Brown hair eaching the base of his scapula, usually tied back. Plaited beard that reaches the base of his sternum (how unfashionable Owo). 

Magic: soother (misting) 

Personality: While he is an intelligent person, he prefers to keep to himself. He has an odd sense of humor and sometimes laughs at seemingly random things. While he's a pretty closed off character, Drae can open up to people he gets to know well...and you guys will only see this dimension if you make friends with Drae :lol:

Backstory: was a black-market aluminium distrubutor in Elendel, then business went bad and he, and his associates, barely escaped the legal remifications with the clothes on their back. Now he is desperate for work. 

@mathiau - Adilie, duralumin Compounder

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Name: Adilie

Investiture: double Duralumin and a pathian

Age: 20

Apperance: she has straight black hair and her skin is slightly tanned, which often surprise people since unlike most Terriswomen she's quite small. In the rough she wears a plain shirt and plain pants, in Elendel she wear a black-dark green-dark blue tinningdar. She has duraluminum bracers on her wrists and ankles and a Pathian hearing on the left hear.

Skills: decent at sneaking when storing Duralumin and a decent orator even without tapping it

Backstory:

She accidently took control of a Kendra while compounding duralumin during a speech, she hated that part of her power and decided she preferred losing the ability to compound than live with the temptation to take control of people. She eventually managed to meet with a third generation kandra who explained her how the mind-control actually worked, and that the fact she hatted it made her perfect for keeping an eye on surviving inquisitors and sent her to check on Marie Lekal.

She worships the God Beyond

@Random Bystander - Ladashwy, Tineye/Steelrunner

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I only have her name, investure, and a few basic things figured out. Her personality and backstory will develop as the story continues.

Ladashwy Trin. A tin-eye and steel-runner who grew up in the Village. She left, after finding out that someone wanted to kill her. Is trying to get lost in the Roughs.

@The Awakened Salad - Mirette Trye, A-Brass

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Name: Mirette Trye

Appearance: Female, 21 years old. Shoulder-length brown wavy hair, sometimes pinned up. Pale skin with freckles dusting her cheeks, and blue eyes. She’s around 5”3. While in Elendel, she prefers wearing fashionable dresses, but in the Roughs she wears a blouse and trousers.  

Investiture: A-Brass, a skilled Soother

Personality: Outwardly friendly and unassuming, but very cunning and perceptive. She’s opportunistic and often uses Soothing to get people to trust her. She’s perfectly fine with manipulating people and sees others as expendable if they can further her goals. However, there are times when she can be a bit naive and overconfident.

Details: A noble from the minor house, House Trye. For years, she had tried to elevate their status, but to no avail. Then a man calling himself Raven approached her, claiming that the Survivor spoke to him, and that he could give her house wealth and influence in exchange for some favours from her. Believing him and seeing no other option, she agreed, and began receiving invites to exclusive parties and events, however Raven tasked her with reporting everything back to him. When Raven heard about the investigation into his aluminium mine, he sent her to be part of the group, ostensibly as a representative of the coalition, to act as a spy. She’s rather annoyed about this, having never been to the Roughs and preferring to stay in Elendel. 

@Narcoleptic Axolotl - Tomsel Cett, Thug

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Tomsel Cett, distantly related to Edwarn Ladrian, but not well acquainted with him.

Appearance: He's 50, so he has white hair that surrounds his bald scalp, and a full beard, which he keeps neatly trimmed. He's not one of the most physically fit guys out there, but he's neither fat nor skinny. He enjoys wearing white or lightly-colored suits, with a striped shirt underneath. If he's working though, he'll probably wear something more sturdy that can be washed more often.

Powers: Thug

Occupation: successful metallurgist

Religion: Survivorist. He doesn't like the idea that Harmony is always watching everything, and also the teachings of the Church of the Survivor tend to be in line with his personal philosophies.

Lucas Venet, uninvested

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Lucas Venet

Appearance: 15-year-old boy with light brown hair and blue eyes. He wears what he can afford, which is equivalent to farmer's clothes. Imagine Frodo's outfit from Return of the King, but it actually fits. Something like that.

Powers: none

Occupation: Chemistry student

Religion: None, but he'll swear by the Survivor.

@Blessing of Potency - Vaallal, kandra, Blessing of Awareness 

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Name: my names Vaallal, but you can call me Val

Appearance: Right now? Shoulder length, black hair, I like putting it in a ponytail usually. I think I’m like 5’5” right now. I got jacket that’s a similar color to the ground, pants too. Helps me blend in when I need to. I’ve also got some bushy things to put on my rifle when I really want to blend in. I usually like to wear boots too. 

Personality: I’m a sniper. Well, marksmen rather. So not really the type for direct engagement in social or combat situations.

Skills: well, like I said I’m a good shot. I’ve got the blessing of awareness, which helps with that. 

Backstory: Well. I’ve got a big memory gap, so I’m not sure what I did before... all this. If harmony doesn’t need me for something then I’m practicing, I have a house out in the middle of nowhere and I’ve probably fired more rounds out of my rifle than I can count.

Equipment: I call it my longbow, she’s a bolt action chambered in .30-06 (pronounced thirty odd six). She’s got a 10x magnification scope that’s on a flip mount so I can use iron sights should things get close, or I need to reload. She has a 7 round internal magazine, which I can reload with clips. I keep some spare clips in my leg for emergencies, I have some more in... other places too.

@Kings_way - Ermin Toliken, A-Bronze (seeker) and F-Chromium (spinner)

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Name: Ermin Toliken

Investiture: A-Bronze (seeker) and F-Chromium (spinner)

Appearance: Clean. His black hair sticks up a bit, but not messily. He wears a light grey-blue overcoat over a white shirt and grey vest. He often wears a fashionable scarf. Although he has lived in the roughs for some time, most people can tell he is noble. His coat is sometimes dusty, but he keeps his clothes crisp. He wears two chromium wristbands under his sleeves.

Details: He is a noble descended from Slowswift. He is an investigator of moderate skill. He mainly focuses on more serious crimes, since if he tried to stop every crime in the roughs he wouldn't get anywhere. He used to live in Elendel, and his family has a mansion in the 3rd Octant. He is the third child in his family, so he doesn't expect to get much inheritance in the way of property and titles. He is a Pathian, and has an earing, although he doesn't use it often. He went to the Roughs to try to find something good to do with his life, and has been there for about four years. He has a lot of money, and lives comfortably. He isn't the most frugal person, but he tries not to spend too much money.

Skills: He is a skilled seeker. His allomancy is stronger than usual due to using it often, but he isn't a Savant yet. He is a Spinner, and stores fortune when he can spare to, but not on crime scenes or other places where being unlucky could be very bad. He tries not to use his Chromium too much. He is a pretty good investigator, and is handy with a pistol.

 

 

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Marie had tried to argue with him at first, but there wasn't much arguing you could do against a force of the world when it could do literally whatever it liked with you, and so she went.

(She refused to think of him as a Him, a god. That was what Ati had been. This was a thief of his glory.)

It was her own will that burned steel and Pushed herself forward, but it might as well have been his; if she'd turned around and gone a different way, he would have stopped her, and asserted his consciousness over hers, and told the little blue lines to take her where he wanted her to go. Her body might be her own for the moment, but nearly all of his attention was on her, and any stepping out of line would be punished. Oh, he wouldn't torture her; he was too passive for such an act of Ruin. But she wouldn't be allowed to move on her own, and there were...other creativities he'd politely threatened.

Marie gritted her teeth; it was like having a knife to her neck. The simile was a pleasant diversion for a few seconds: she pictured the obsidian edge slipping, biting into skin and opening the way for lovely redness to come spilling out, languorous...but then her thoughts clumsily jumped to watching her surroundings. She hissed softly. Not even her choice of distraction was safe.

Such musings are not healthy, Harmony said almost apologetically in the back of her mind. I do not wish to encourage you to hurt yourself or others.

That had been his mantra for at least a century now. He had tried to leave her alone at first, gently steering her away from population centers but otherwise letting her come to terms with the shift in world circumstances. Then she slipped under his radar, in those first few years when he was still getting used to holding Shards, and killed someone. He had taken her then, plucked her up like a mother might snatch a child's toy, and - fearing she'd cause more deaths - had not given her autonomy back for...five years? Six? Time passed differently for immortals, and Marie hadn't been in a good place mentally right then. For a while she hadn't been much of anywhere mentally, just drifting, until at last he'd set her free.

Even a man with all Harmony's power couldn't be everywhere at once, so at the end of her punishment, he had allowed her to wander once more - with kandra watching her when he couldn't, even decades afterward. Every now and then he would pop through her mind and rifle through her findings, using her as his watchdog.

He exuded goodwill each time, but she would not forgive him for it.

The scraps of metal she dropped landed with clinks on stone, pats on grass, or the thwap of earth. None of the puffs of ash she knew from her youth. And all these plants were so different. It had been over 300 years; she knew most of their names now. Once she'd set a forest fire, breathing in the sweet smoke before humans put it out. Marie wished she could burn a flower now, but she wasn't going to delay with this urging onward thrumming through her.

He was trying to mold her into just another agent of his, a willing tool rather than a captive one. It was...tiring. Often these days, instead of finding small things to wreck and attempting to spite him when he wasn't looking, Marie merely rested from his influence. Took the time to think her own thoughts, to stretch if he'd been guiding her directly. Sitting and shredding grass idly while entertaining fantasies.

She knew there was no escape from this except death, and she had considered it more than once; take out the right spike and fall away into oblivion. She was pretty sure he'd let her. But...but. Marie wanted to live. No matter how much hatred and age she built up, she wanted to keep being.

You couldn't close your eyes to steelsight, but she breathed deeply and kept Pushing and Pulling her way to the next hill...and the next...and the next...

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Eryn watched the sunset, eyes turned toward the South. Soon the Mists would come out. The Barbarians in this strange Northern world claimed the Sovereign walked the Mists, that they were his. Of course, they did not know that he was the Sovereign.

And Eryn was not allowed to tell them.

Oh, she could tell some. Those she trusted, like Aaron. She would return to him soon. It had been kind of him to leave his experiments to help her. He was a good man, for all that he served Ett.

Eryn shivered, tugging her thick coat tight. It was so cold up here. Nothing at all like the warm caverns where her people lived. She could endure it though; there was no reason to waste brass on this.

The sun sunk lower and Eryn sighed, cold fingers clasping her medallion. The special one.  She tapped it lightly, knowing her master would sense its use. Then she released it, quietly speaking in her own tongue, not the strange barbarian one with all the letters that never sounded as they were written.

”I have made it to the Roughs,” she murmured. “Aaron continues to be kind. The people in the tavern did not seem to care about my mask, though some seemed surprised at my accent. Most did not notice; many were drunk. The food is not good, but it is hearty and will suffice.” She spoke on at length, watching the sun set.

Eryn watched the sun sink beneath the horizon. This was odd, as she had only just stepped out to - Ah. Of course. And now the Mists would come. Ett’s Mists, despite what these barbarians thought.

Still it was nice to think that they belonged to the Sovereign too.

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It wasn't uncommon to see a Coinshot or Lurcher traveling, and people looked over but didn't blink as Marie plunged from the sky, a large hood drawn up over her head to conceal her eyespikes. She strode into the tavern, flaring bronze, searching for the associates who had somehow caught Harmony's interest. @Ookla the Stick 

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Edited in a tag! Also why are you still an ookla? :P 

 

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“Ganache.”

Eryn’s eyes widened as a soft voice sounded in her ears. No, not her ears. Her mind. Connection Compounded until she might as well have been standing before her master.

”Watch the Inquisitor. Be wary; Ett commands her.”

Then he was gone, a feeling of dispassion sweeping over her. Why should she obey? What did she care? There was nothing, no Connection between them.

There couldn’t be; not if they didn’t want Harmony to know.

[I’m pretty sure you can do this with Connection. Especially if you can do what the person at the other end can.]

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Use it as communication? I'm...not so sure, but I'm willing to say you can if no one else has an issue with it. Where are you right now?

 

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1 minute ago, AonEne said:

 

[Outside the tavern. The other speaker is actually watching her, so they’re physically close as well. We’ve seen Connection do some pretty freaky things, and it’s Spiritual so space doesn’t really exist. It makes sense to me that this would work anyway. Especially since Eryn truly believes in him.]

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Are there any guidelines for character creation?

 

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2 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

 

No non-Scadrian Investiture, no Mistborn or Full Feruchemists. Just ask to be added to the chat. 

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You can use the profiles in the OP as a guide, and no non-Scadrian powers. Mistborn and Full Feruchemists are also gone by now. Go crazy as long as it doesn't go against canon too much, basically, though you can fudge things a little.

 

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Basil Naseir was a very special man. He'd known that for a long time now, but it still felt good to be sure that he had a purpose. Maybe other people could live in uncertainty, but not Basil. His purpose - and the master who had given it to him - defined him. The tall man sat down in a rocking chair and sipped a glass of brandy, letting himself relax. The day had been long and he'd been looking forward to its end.

"You've done well, Raven," said Basil's God, striding up behind him in the mirror. The Survivor only ever appeared to him on two dimensional surfaces. Usually reflective ones, like glass, water, or mirrors, but occasionally the Master spoke to him through his portraits as well. Though, there had been a single occurrence, a decade and a half ago... The experience that had changed his life. 

You will be blessed for your hardship, Raven. Now, I have a work for you to do...

Raven (Basil was not his true name anymore; Kelsier had given him a new one and as such "Basil Naseir" was only a name he would use with common people) smiled and bowed his head in subservience. "I'm glad you are pleased, my Lord. Is there something you would have me do?" 

"Such obedience," said the Survivor, folding his scarred arms in satisfaction. "This world needs more men like you. But I'm afraid it's not enough yet. I cannot return unless the world is cleansed, you know this."

Raven shifted uncomfortably. The Master had made it very clear to him that just because he was chosen did not mean he was exempt from certain standards. In fact, the standards he was held to were far more pressing than that of common folk. Hopefully the Survivor's words did not mean he had failed completely. He had more time. And Kelsier wouldn't replace him. Right? "You... promised me I would live to see your physical form," Raven whispered. 

"That promise is dependent upon your performance, Raven." Kelsier's eyes grew dark. "Your time is limited, your days numbered. Do not waste it; failure is not acceptable."

"Of course, my Lord."

"Good. I would suggest, then, that you make sure the people you surround yourself with are as clean as you can make them. I won't have you let yourself be soiled by those closest to you. I speak, of course, of the girl you wisely sent as a spy. And your butler, Jhador. They are your responsibility."

The dark haired man set his jaw. He'd known something was bothering him about those two! "What am I to do, Master?"

"It is as I said; they are your responsibility. Figure it out yourself." 

With that, the tall blonde vanished. Raven sighed and set aside his glass of brandy. Perhaps drinking was inadvisable at the moment. The hand that had been holding his cup moved, instead, to fiddle with his wooden ring nervously. In truth, the vastness of his purpose unnerved him at times. But obviously Kelsier thought him strong enough to do it, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen him. Raven's gaze was gradually drawn to the fireplace. He'd always liked the flames; they were mesmerizing and beautiful. They calmed him. And, of course, they also provided a way for him to connect with his deity. 

He stood, walking to the hearth, grabbing a lit candle sitting above it. And then, he turned the candle upside down, so that the hot wax could drip onto his palm. It stung, but his now-calloused hands had gotten more and more used to heat like this. Pain, suffering, hardship. That was what made a person. The more of it one had, the more pure they would be. And, as Kelsier's chosen, Raven was to be as pure as he could. And, of course, purify others. 

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Are there any characters in this RP who aren’t talking to gods in their heads, lol?

 

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I like him, Star! Very fun villain. 

 

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1 hour ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

 

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Mine isn't.

Ashirel, called Ash by his friends, looked around. He was actually around forty-one years old, but by filling his strange metal-mind, he could appear older. When he tapped it, he became younger, it worked equally as all metal-minds do. He was going to a local bar, looking for work. Maybe he'd hire-on to one of the merc companies for the coalition's, a war was brewing after all. Even if others didn't believe it.

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So what’s the actual plot here, how is this going to work? I’m a bit confused. Are all these characters going to be in the same faction, all against Raven, the main antagonist, or is this going to be more complicated than that? 

 

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Complicated. Definitely complicated. Right now most of the characters think Raven’s a perfectly normal guy. We’re all just looking for jobs.

 

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Aaron Casimir sat watching the door, watching for the stray he'd picked up in the storm a few days past to come back and fingering his earring, sending a brief prayer to Harmony to help her find her way back to wherever she'd come from, and counted his daily prayers done. Some Pathians would remove their earrings after they were done. He was never much of one for that. Let Harmony witness him. That was his purpose - glory to Harmony in all things. A burden to bear, but his family had always and would always bear it. He'd do so gladly.
He took a sip of... well he wasn't actually sure what it was called. No one seemed to have a name for it yet, but it came from New Seran on the distillery coaches roaming around. Shame there weren't any direct trains, but what can you do? Harmony set it up with Elendel at the middle and everything ringing out from it. Who were they to question it? Besides, he still got to drink this yellow sweet drink, so it was fine in his book.
Specialists, the hiring man said he was looking for. Any inventor not able to make money off something like that wasn't worth the bits Harmony had used to make their flesh and soul.

What was she doing out there? He hadn't been able to get a solid answer as to why she was in that blizzard in the first place, either. If someone had put her out there on purpose... there were going to be words. And probably fists. And maybe a knife. And maybe a branding iron.
He'd see.

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Alleine slid the curtain aside a fraction of an inch and peered out before rapping on the ceiling of the carriage. It rolled to a stop shortly after, the horses’ shaking their heads, bridles jingling.

”Miss?” A voice called from the driver’s bench. “We’re a few blocks away yet, Miss.”

“This will be fine, Sid,” Alleine said, burning a bit of Zinc and nudging his desire to help her. He quickly obliged, hopping down and opening the carriage door with a smile.

Alleine smiled back, very nearly a genuine smile. Sid was easy to like, requiring almost no Rioting at all. He seemed to truly enjoy his work.

”Should I take your things onward to the boarding house, Miss?”

”Not yet,” Alleine said, taking Sid’s proffered hand and stepping out of the carriage. Unpaved grit crunched beneath her heeled boots, still wet from the morning’s surprise rain. The air was thick with the scents of wet dust and old wood. She slipped Sid a five boxing note.

”Stay close by for now, and you’ll get another five to spend at the saloon when I’m finished for the night.”

Sid grinned broadly. “Yes ma’am.” He said, his Roughs accent slipping out in his excitement. He hopped back onto the driver’s bench and flicked the reins, and the carriage rolled onward. 

Alleine spared it another small smile before she smoothed out her skirt and reached up to adjust the black velvet ribbon tied around her throat. She resisted the urge to touch the slender scar beneath it; now was not the time for memories. It was time to get to work.

She began walking down the street, fingers sliding into a hidden pocket in her skirt to remove a little vial of Zinc. She drank it quickly, careful not to smudge her lip rouge, and felt the metal kindle to life within her.

If old Copps was telling the truth, there would be any number of fat pigeons ripe for the plucking here tonight. There were perks to keeping on the old Coppercloud’s good side. The stringy curmudgeon was unpleasant as a toothache, but his information was almost always sterling. 

Some up-and-comer had nabbed a nice little aluminum mine, and the various factions out in the Basin were tripping over themselves to find out who he was. Alleine grinned.

So thoughtful of them to send me so many marks, she mused, turning a corner and stepping up to the door of the tavern. Depending on how well this went, she might even be able to take that holiday to New Seran.

With so much bait set out before her, was it any surprise that the Adder had arrived?

@Ookla the Stick

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So everyone is some sort of mercenary? How does Ene’s inquisitor fit into that theme then? Basically I’m just wondering where the plot is going and what sort of character I should make to fit that plot. 

 

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My character isn't a mercenary, he just lives in the area and needs funds for his inventions. We're a motley crew here, so mostly any character will fit in.

 

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My character is a lost SoScad. Not a mercenary either.


Eryn waited until the first mists rose and with them her Connection to her master. Perhaps there was some truth to the barbarians beliefs. More likely the Sovereign preferred the dramatics of it. ‘Style,’ as the elders claimed he said.

Bemused, Eryn returned to the tavern. She was surprised to see Aaron watching as she opened the door. Had he been worried?

She tapped duralumin as she approached, the barbarians language suddenly understandable as she tricked her soul into forging a Connection that never was. “You were watching for me?” she asked as she approached her friend. 

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1 minute ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

She tapped duralumin as she approached, the barbarians language suddenly understandable as she tricked her soul into forging a Connection that never was. “You were watching for me?” she asked as she approached her friend. 

"You were in a snowstorm only a few days ago. Nothing ever looks the same with those mists out, either. Didn't want you wandering off alone is all." He took another drink. "Not a good idea."

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6 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Alleine slid the curtain aside a fraction of an inch and peered out before rapping on the ceiling of the carriage. It rolled to a stop shortly after, the horses’ shaking their heads, bridles jingling.

”Miss?” A voice called from the driver’s bench. “We’re a few blocks away yet, Miss.”

“This will be fine, Sid,” Alleine said, burning a bit of Zinc and nudging his desire to help her. He quickly obliged, hopping down and opening the carriage door with a smile.

Alleine smiled back, very nearly a genuine smile. Sid was easy to like, requiring almost no Rioting at all. He seemed to truly enjoy his work.

”Should I take your things onward to the boarding house, Miss?”

”Not yet,” Alleine said, taking Sid’s proffered hand and stepping out of the carriage. Unpaved grit crunched beneath her heeled boots, still wet from the morning’s surprise rain. The air was thick with the scents of wet dust and old wood. She slipped Sid a five boxing note.

”Stay close by for now, and you’ll get another five to spend at the saloon when I’m finished for the night.”

Sid grinned broadly. “Yes ma’am.” He said, his Roughs accent slipping out in his excitement. He hopped back onto the driver’s bench and flicked the reins, and the carriage rolled onward. 

Alleine spared it another small smile before she smoothed out her skirt and reached up to adjust the black velvet ribbon tied around her throat. She resisted the urge to touch the slender scar beneath it; now was not the time for memories. It was time to get to work.

She began walking down the street, fingers sliding into a hidden pocket in her skirt to remove a little vial of Zinc. She drank it quickly, careful not to smudge her lip rouge, and felt the metal kindle to life within her.

If old Copps was telling the truth, there would be any number of fat pigeons ripe for the plucking here tonight. There were perks to keeping on the old Coppercloud’s good side. The stringy curmudgeon was unpleasant as a toothache, but his information was almost always sterling. 

Some up-and-comer had nabbed a nice little aluminum mine, and the various factions out in the Basin were tripping over themselves to find out who he was. Alleine grinned.

So thoughtful of them to send me so many marks, she mused, turning a corner and stepping up to the door of the tavern. Depending on how well this went, she might even be able to take that holiday to New Seran.

With so much bait set out before her, was it any surprise that the Adder had arrived?

@Ookla the Stick

As the woman entered, she walked on into quite the loud scene.

While the Tavern was far from bustling, there were still a good few patrons inside, most of them loud and rambunctious. At this particular moment, the barkeep, a tall man, vaguely Terris looking in his features, with jet black hair and a bit of stubble, wearing a zinc earring in his ear (although, notably not of the normal Pathian style, as would be common for followers of the path) was yelling at someone from across the bar. It was a young boy, with blue skin and a granite-like complexion. Quite easily identified as a Koloss half-blood.

"-I swear, you put that damn radio down, kig! I don't care if it's half broken, I ain't gonna risk having to buy a new one! You break it, and I'll dock it from your wages!"

His demeanor immediately changed as Alleine entered, putting on a smile and grabbing a cup as he looked her up and down.

"Ah, sorry about that miss, what can I get you for? Need something light to drink, or maybe a snack for the road?"

He was glad for the distraction, and a pretty one to boot. Most wanderers and travelers out in the Roughs were either idiots who didn't know half of what they were getting into, or a hardened criminal, looking for something or someone to exploit. Plus, she could have some good money, and Harmony knew he could use it.

Now that he thought about it, he heard a lot of whispers lately about some aluminum mine, and the number of patrons around lately had increased as well. The man wasn't about to look a gift kandra in the mouth, but he was still wary about whatever it was that had sparked the whispers.

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17 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"You were in a snowstorm only a few days ago. Nothing ever looks the same with those mists out, either. Didn't want you wandering off alone is all." He took another drink. "Not a good idea."

Eryn tilted her head slightly. “You were in the storm, too,” she pointed out. “And I did not wander. You give your fifteen minutes to Ett; I speak to the Sovereign when the day becomes night and the mists arise.” She smiled kindly. “It is the mixing of times, when Herr’s nights and Frau’s days meet and place between Realms is thin.”

Old superstition, and completely inaccurate. But the Sovereign was fond of the time between, both in the South and the North.

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Just now, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn tilted her head slightly. “You were in the storm, too,” she pointed out. “And I did not wander. You give your fifteen minutes to Ett; I speak to the Sovereign when the day becomes night and the mists arise.” She smiled kindly. “It is the mixing of times, when Herr’s nights and Frau’s days meet and place between Realms is thin.”

Old superstition, and completely inaccurate. But the Sovereign was fond of the time between, both in the South and the North.

"I had an assured plan to get out of the storm. You didn't." He grimaced. Still don't know who Ett is. "But yeah, anyway, try this." He pushed the other glass of that yellow stuff at her. "It's pretty good."

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