Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted December 7, 2023 Posted December 7, 2023 Lei wanderered around Alleycity, bored. I wish I could help with the case... He thought. But... no, no constables. They don't trust me. I don't trust them. That's okay, right? I just wish I could do SOMETHING.
Lunamor she/her Posted December 7, 2023 Posted December 7, 2023 25 minutes ago, Ookla of whimsy said: Asylum stoped sorting. Of course, they thought, putting their head in their hands, she can’t read. that’s going to make this difficult. they regained their composure and said calmly, “that doesn’t matter but if it has an inscription, picture, or rare material you have to be much more careful when selling or…” they paused. “…Investing it” So if I gamble starting with the coins and move up to the jewels I could make enough to pay off those debts… they zoned out as they thought over the logistics. finally they stopped and packed up the jewelry. “Come on Eza! Time to show you how I steal!” —————————————————— Asylum returned back to the room with Eza after about a couple hours of gambling. “Now that was fun!” they sat down in a chair. “Remember, lose a few rounds then bring out your ‘family heirloom’ and then BOOM, Money!” After thinking for a moment they grabbed a handful of the new loot and put it on the table. “Just take what catches your eye, I’ll get us some food.” That had been both fun and confusing. Eza thought she had started to understand how the games worked, but Lum was oddly good at them. Maybe she didn’t really get it yet. Maybe she needed more practice. I wonder how well iron pulling works on dice… She turned back as Lum was leaving. “Please bring back an iron flask!” Looking at the loot, she eagerly began grabbing items. Her favorite was a tiny golden cat statue with blue gems for eyes. After picking out what she wanted, she dumped out the coin and took all of the shiny ones, leaving the dull ones. Eza was careful to leave half of the loot on the table to share. Well, more like 2/5 of it.
Ravenclawjedi42 Posted December 7, 2023 Posted December 7, 2023 1 hour ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said: Lei wanderered around Alleycity, bored. I wish I could help with the case... He thought. But... no, no constables. They don't trust me. I don't trust them. That's okay, right? I just wish I could do SOMETHING. Chefson Corbeau, streets of Alleycity A person with curly black hair and tattoos around his eyes and forehead stops Lei from walking further. “Sir? Are you quite busy? Or are you willing to do me, and our city, a great favor?” Corbeau asked. Please say yes. I need people to help me track down this person. Bring them in to face the long arm of the law. That is, if there are any laws in this place. Still, after Silverlight, after Luthadel…I’ll take what I can get.
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted December 7, 2023 Posted December 7, 2023 11 minutes ago, Ookla thePresentParticiple said: Chefson Corbeau, streets of Alleycity A person with curly black hair and tattoos around his eyes and forehead stops Lei from walking further. “Sir? Are you quite busy? Or are you willing to do me, and our city, a great favor?” Corbeau asked. Please say yes. I need people to help me track down this person. Bring them in to face the long arm of the law. That is, if there are any laws in this place. Still, after Silverlight, after Luthadel…I’ll take what I can get. Lei cocks his head. That's weird. I was just thinking of... well, it doesn't matter. "I can help you, I'm not busy." He said. Who is this guy... an Obligator? Doubt he's trustworthy, but... I suppose it won't hurt to follow him.
Ravenclawjedi42 Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 2 hours ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said: Lei cocks his head. That's weird. I was just thinking of... well, it doesn't matter. "I can help you, I'm not busy." He said. Who is this guy... an Obligator? Doubt he's trustworthy, but... I suppose it won't hurt to follow him. “This is very good. May I ask your name? I myself am High Prelan Chefson Corbeau. I assume that you know of the recent attack on Pewter Ironworks? Well, it appears that the law enforcement in this city has done very little to find the culprit, and I for one am ready to take things into my own hands and try to find this criminal. I almost wish I was mayor, so that I would have greater control over the constabulary, make sure that they preform much better in the future than they currently do. But alas, I am not, and so I cannot make sure that the citizens of this city do as they are paid to do. And so I will take matters into my own hands, do what needs to be done myself, but I will need your help to do so. Thank you for agreeing, it has been very useful for me.”
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 12 hours ago, Ookla thePresentParticiple said: “This is very good. May I ask your name? I myself am High Prelan Chefson Corbeau. I assume that you know of the recent attack on Pewter Ironworks? Well, it appears that the law enforcement in this city has done very little to find the culprit, and I for one am ready to take things into my own hands and try to find this criminal. I almost wish I was mayor, so that I would have greater control over the constabulary, make sure that they preform much better in the future than they currently do. But alas, I am not, and so I cannot make sure that the citizens of this city do as they are paid to do. And so I will take matters into my own hands, do what needs to be done myself, but I will need your help to do so. Thank you for agreeing, it has been very useful for me.” "Uh... yeah." Dang, he talks a lot. High Prelan? Wow. Hopefully this Chef dude was trustworthy. He probably wasn't, but... well, maybe. Always a tiny chance.
Stormlightsong Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 22 hours ago, Lunamor said: That had been both fun and confusing. Eza thought she had started to understand how the games worked, but Lum was oddly good at them. Maybe she didn’t really get it yet. Maybe she needed more practice. I wonder how well iron pulling works on dice… She turned back as Lum was leaving. “Please bring back an iron flask!” Looking at the loot, she eagerly began grabbing items. Her favorite was a tiny golden cat statue with blue gems for eyes. After picking out what she wanted, she dumped out the coin and took all of the shiny ones, leaving the dull ones. Eza was careful to leave half of the loot on the table to share. Well, more like 2/5 of it. Asylum returned to the room with a hefty amount of food and two flasks of iron. “here you go.” They said, handing over the flasks and a plate, “because of our profits today I thought we could afford something more frivolous.” pouring themself some wine and a juice for Eza, Asylum asked, “you know one thing has been on mind for a while: What is a child doing unaccompanied in Alleycity With a knack for theft?”
Lunamor she/her Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 (edited) 26 minutes ago, Ookla of whimsy said: Asylum returned to the room with a hefty amount of food and two flasks of iron. “here you go.” They said, handing over the flasks and a plate, “because of our profits today I thought we could afford something more frivolous.” pouring themself some wine and a juice for Eza, Asylum asked, “you know one thing has been on mind for a while: What is a child doing unaccompanied in Alleycity With a knack for theft?” Eza immediately started devouring the food. She ate surprisingly fast for someone so small. Normally, she only ate what she could steal. Eza was rarely able to have large meals all at once. She spoke in between bites. ”I don’t really have anyone to ‘accompany’ me, I guess. I’ve been on my own for a while. And if you’re a poor kid on your own, you gotta be good at stealing. I’ve always been good at that, though.” She burned the remaining iron in her stomach and shot a now empty plate into her hand. ”People aren’t too kind to those like me. And this thing makes ‘em scared of me, sometimes.” She pointed to the large scar stretching from her temple to her chin. ”People said that Alleycity had a lot of weird folks. Heard stories about people with strange powers and odd looks. Figured I’d fit in here. Stand out less.” She chugged the remainder of her juice and pulled out a file, beginning to make a small pile of iron shavings from the flask. ”You’re one of those people with strange powers, right?” Edited December 8, 2023 by Lunamor
Stormlightsong Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 (edited) 44 minutes ago, Lunamor said: Eza immediately started devouring the food. She ate surprisingly fast for someone so small. Normally, she only ate what she could steal. Eza was rarely able to have large meals all at once. She spoke in between bites. ”I don’t really have anyone to ‘accompany’ me, I guess. I’ve been on my own for a while. And if you’re a poor kid on your own, you gotta be good at stealing. I’ve always been good at that, though.” She burned the remaining iron in her stomach and shot a now empty plate into her hand. ”People aren’t too kind to those like me. And this thing makes ‘em scared of me, sometimes.” She pointed to the large scar stretching from her temple to her chin. ”People said that Alleycity had a lot of weird folks. Heard stories about people with strange powers and odd looks. Figured I’d fit in here. Stand out less.” She chugged the remainder of her juice and pulled out a file, beginning to make a small pile of iron shavings from the flask. ”You’re one of those people with strange powers, right?” Asylum hadn’t noticed the scar before, primarily because they were too busy looking at her hands to make sure she wouldn’t steal anything from them. “Most people find My family’s power to be strange, But I think you cosmerians are the strange ones.” Asylum watched as the girl scraped the iron off one of the flasks for easier consumption. “my power or ‘talent’ as we call it, is fairly simple. Have you ever heard that it’s lucky to find a four leaf clover, or that walking under a ladder will make you unlucky for seven years. What are superstitions to others become a reality for me. I have learned to take advantage of this for my personal gain, but it has come with some… downsides.” With that they drew quiet. It’s quite ironic, they thought somberly, she reminds me of a raven. Edited December 8, 2023 by Ookla of whimsy 2
Lunamor she/her Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 14 minutes ago, Ookla of whimsy said: Asylum hadn’t noticed the scar before, primarily because they were too busy, looking at her hands to make sure she wouldn’t steal anything from them. “Most people find My family’s power to be strange, But I think you cosmerians are the strange ones.” Asylum watched as the girl scraped the iron off one of the flasks for easier consumption. “my power or ‘talent’ as we call it, is fairly simple. Have you ever heard that it’s lucky to find a four leaf clover, or that walking under a ladder will make you unlucky for seven years. What are superstitions to others become a reality for me. I have learned to take advantage of this for my personal gain, but it has come with some… downsides.” With that they drew quiet. It’s quite ironic, they thought somberly, she reminds me of a raven. Cosmerian? Eza really didn’t know much about things beyond Scadrial, and that was becoming more apparent each day she spent in the Alleycity. Maybe she could learn some things from Lum. ”I’m sorry you’ve gotta deal with downsides.” She thought for a moment, her brow furrowing. “So if a bird poops on you it means you’re gonna have a really good day? Aside from being pooped on.” She dumped the iron flakes into a small vial of oil. She swirled it around and placed it in one of her bags. ”Birds are jerks, y’know. I think they poop on people intentionally.” 1
Stormlightsong Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 (edited) 1 hour ago, Lunamor said: Cosmerian? Eza really didn’t know much about things beyond Scadrial, and that was becoming more apparent each day she spent in the Alleycity. Maybe she could learn some things from Lum. ”I’m sorry you’ve gotta deal with downsides.” She thought for a moment, her brow furrowing. “So if a bird poops on you it means you’re gonna have a really good day? Aside from being pooped on.” She dumped the iron flakes into a small vial of oil. She swirled it around and placed it in one of her bags. ”Birds are jerks, y’know. I think they poop on people intentionally.” Asylum snapped out of their depression. “Bird poop? Since when was that lucky?” They shook their head. “Every day I learn more and more silly superstitions.” Asylum took a sip of wine and leaned back in their chair. “But to answer your question no, or not until now. I talked to an arcanist about my powers, he bet me that I was using some form of investiture, the way he described it is that I need some sort of intent or that I would have to know about the superstition and believe it for it to work.” Asylum took another big sip. “I find it easier if I don’t think about it too much.” Edited December 8, 2023 by Ookla of whimsy 1
Ravenclawjedi42 Posted December 9, 2023 Posted December 9, 2023 9 hours ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said: "Uh... yeah." Dang, he talks a lot. High Prelan? Wow. Hopefully this Chef dude was trustworthy. He probably wasn't, but... well, maybe. Always a tiny chance. “Yeah, I may ask your name?” Corbeau asked, smiling. “In that case I do so. I am new to this town, do you think that you could show me to the destroyed warehouse? I heard that it was in the Mistwarrens, but I am unsure where that is. And do you know anything about the government in these parts? I have half a mind to report these unsatisfactory constables to them.” Who are you? What sort of person do you like? What sort of person do you trust?
Lunamor she/her Posted December 9, 2023 Posted December 9, 2023 (edited) 25 minutes ago, Ookla of whimsy said: Asylum snapped out of their depression. “Bird poop? Since when was that lucky?” They shook their head. “Every day I learn more and more silly superstitions.” Asylum took a sip of wine and leaned back in their chair. “But to answer your question no, or not until now. I talked to an arcanist about my powers, he bet me that I was using some form of investiture, the way he described it is that I need some sort of intent or that I would have to know about the superstition and believe it for it to work.” Asylum took another big sip. “I find it easier if I don’t think about it too much.” “That makes sense. I think. And the bird thing’s true! I got pooped on by eight birds at once and found a really shiny coin face up that same day!” Quote Inspired by a true story. Eza yawned and realized that it was getting late. “I’m gonna go to sleep.” Having somewhere to sleep indoors was odd. It was probably safer. But she felt trapped. She couldn’t run in any direction if she got in trouble. So she grabbed a blanket and pillow and made a nest of sorts in a corner of the room facing the door. She also made sure that the lock on the window was latched shut. Peering out, the street seemed empty. But it had seemed empty before. Eza checked the sheaths hidden under her cloak. Her daggers were still there. Pulling one out, she admired the gemstones embedded in its hilt. Eza had practiced grabbing them quickly, just in case. And she’d also quit accidentally slicing herself with them. Edited December 9, 2023 by Lunamor
Ookla de los Cuervos he/him Posted December 9, 2023 Posted December 9, 2023 Sonyr was walking when he noticed a sign. "Security detail needed, Coppercloud inn" are you kidding me? FINE ILL GO BACK
Koloss17 She/They Posted December 11, 2023 Author Posted December 11, 2023 Perses, The Mistwarrens, Alleycity. The sun has long since set, and the activity of the Inn was dying down. The only people about were the night shift, and many were having a drink in the staff room. This was the time for Perses to strike. Perses made his way down to the lobby, senses on high alert. There were five people in the main area, with one fast asleep. He walked up to the front desk. This woman smelled of salt and newly dried hair. And of course, she was a soother. "Hello ma'am. There appears to be a patch of blood in my room. Could you get someone to clean that up? The room is 202B." The woman got off of what seemed to be a personal computer, and sighed. "Yeah, that was probably from yesterday. There were two folks using that room, and things ended up getting nasty. I'll deal with it right away." The woman had a nice voice, with a cute drawl to it. Maybe in another life he would have... Rusting soothers. As the woman turned to leave, Perses headed to the elevator. Once he got in, he tapped his steelsense-mind. The maintinence hatch wasn't particularly difficult to get open, and though he might not have needed to, he opened it as quietly as possible. Closing the hatch behind him, Perses got to work.
Ookla de los Cuervos he/him Posted December 11, 2023 Posted December 11, 2023 Sonyr was wide awake. Just for tonight, then back to my books. then he hears something. two voices. probably just someone checking in for the night. he thinks. He sighs, then walks over, to see the second voice he heard gone, so he goes up to the receptionist. "hey, where did the person you were talking to go?" he smiles, but feels himself losing his discomfort. soother.
Ravenclawjedi42 Posted December 11, 2023 Posted December 11, 2023 Chefson Corbeau, Pewter Ironworks, Mistwarrens As Corbeau and the other person-whose name Corbeau still didn't know-reached the warehouse, Corbeau felt his eyes start to tear up. At first he thought that it was due to any surviving flames that lasted through the night, but he soon realised that that was impossible. After thinking about it, Corbeau understood why he cried. It was the determination. The spirit. The potential. This person had done a very thorough job of destroying the warehouse. It was inspirational, really. The way that this person had wanted to destroy the warehouse and had just gone and done it...such ability. Such passion. Such a shame that it was so misplaced. As Corbeau knelt on the ground, he noticed things on the ground. Footprints. Two sets leading in, and one leading out. Somebody had died in there. But Corbeau did not weep for that person, they did not let themselves. People die every day. This was just another of these people. Not something to be sad about. Corbeau hated that he had to remind himself that. "Footprints," Corbeau whispered to his new acquaintance in case he had not seen them. "Leading in. Let's see where they went." @Ookla the Prehistoric 2
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted December 11, 2023 Posted December 11, 2023 18 minutes ago, Ookla thePresentParticiple said: Chefson Corbeau, Pewter Ironworks, Mistwarrens As Corbeau and the other person-whose name Corbeau still didn't know-reached the warehouse, Corbeau felt his eyes start to tear up. At first he thought that it was due to any surviving flames that lasted through the night, but he soon realised that that was impossible. After thinking about it, Corbeau understood why he cried. It was the determination. The spirit. The potential. This person had done a very thorough job of destroying the warehouse. It was inspirational, really. The way that this person had wanted to destroy the warehouse and had just gone and done it...such ability. Such passion. Such a shame that it was so misplaced. As Corbeau knelt on the ground, he noticed things on the ground. Footprints. Two sets leading in, and one leading out. Somebody had died in there. But Corbeau did not weep for that person, they did not let themselves. People die every day. This was just another of these people. Not something to be sad about. Corbeau hated that he had to remind himself that. "Footprints," Corbeau whispered to his new acquaintance in case he had not seen them. "Leading in. Let's see where they went." @Ookla the Prehistoric “Uh-huh…” Lei said, “Okay, I’ll follow you into the dark creepy… building…” he knew this was dangerous, but not THIS dangerous. Dangnation, what was he gonna do if the man attacked him?
Ravenclawjedi42 Posted December 11, 2023 Posted December 11, 2023 (edited) 4 hours ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said: “Uh-huh…” Lei said, “Okay, I’ll follow you into the dark creepy… building…” he knew this was dangerous, but not THIS dangerous. Dangnation, what was he gonna do if the man attacked him? “Just because something is dark does not mean that it is creepy. And just because something is creepy does not mean that we should not find out all that we can about it. Fear is a powerful emotion that keeps us safe from harm, but we must remember to control it, not let it control us.” Corbeau was somewhat proud of himself for his speech. He thought that it was one of his most philosophical statements thus far in life. If this person remembered one thing from their encounter with Chefson, he hoped that it would be to vote for them in the next election. But the second thing should be this monologue. “This way.” Corbeau followed the footprints into a back room, checking to see if this person was following. Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla thePresentParticiple
Stormlightsong Posted December 11, 2023 Posted December 11, 2023 5 hours ago, Ookla the Windwhisperer said: Perses, The Mistwarrens, Alleycity. The sun has long since set, and the activity of the Inn was dying down. The only people about were the night shift, and many were having a drink in the staff room. This was the time for Perses to strike. Perses made his way down to the lobby, senses on high alert. There were five people in the main area, with one fast asleep. He walked up to the front desk. This woman smelled of salt and newly dried hair. And of course, she was a soother. "Hello ma'am. There appears to be a patch of blood in my room. Could you get someone to clean that up? The room is 202B." The woman got off of what seemed to be a personal computer, and sighed. "Yeah, that was probably from yesterday. There were two folks using that room, and things ended up getting nasty. I'll deal with it right away." The woman had a nice voice, with a cute drawl to it. Maybe in another life he would have... Rusting soothers. As the woman turned to leave, Perses headed to the elevator. Once he got in, he tapped his steelsense-mind. The maintinence hatch wasn't particularly difficult to get open, and though he might not have needed to, he opened it as quietly as possible. Closing the hatch behind him, Perses got to work. Asylum awoke. there was no sound, no disturbance, but for some reason they felt they should get moving. “Eza, wake up, it’s time to go,” they said, quickly putting on a suit and a green tie with little leprechauns on it. 5 hours ago, Ookla of Ravens said: Sonyr was wide awake. Just for tonight, then back to my books. then he hears something. two voices. probably just someone checking in for the night. he thinks. He sighs, then walks over, to see the second voice he heard gone, so he goes up to the receptionist. "hey, where did the person you were talking to go?" he smiles, but feels himself losing his discomfort. soother. Asylum went out the door and to the lobby where someone was talking to the receptionist. ”Hello, I’m Asylum Smedry,” they said warmly. “I was sleeping when I was suddenly awoken by a sound. Is anything wrong?” @Lunamor
Lunamor she/her Posted December 11, 2023 Posted December 11, 2023 (edited) 3 hours ago, Ookla of whimsy said: Asylum awoke. there was no sound, no disturbance, but for some reason they felt they should get moving. “Eza, wake up, it’s time to go,” they said, quickly putting on a suit and a green tie with little leprechauns on it. Asylum went out the door and to the lobby where someone was talking to the receptionist. ”Hello, I’m Asylum Smedry,” they said warmly. “I was sleeping when I was suddenly awoken by a sound. Is anything wrong?” @Lunamor Eza awoke with a start. Immediately, she drew her daggers and glanced around. No one else seemed to be there, just Lum. But they were nervous. She was used to running away quietly. Eza put up her hood, tied up loose bags to prevent any jangling nosies, and kept her head on a swivel. She silently followed Lum out and concealed her daggers under her coat. She still held onto their handles, just in case. They started speaking to the person in the lobby. If Lum was worried, then why would they talk to someone? Shouldn’t they just leave? She almost said something, but Lum said they were lucky. So she hoped that their luck was enough to steer them correctly. She didn’t like it, still. Edited December 12, 2023 by Lunamor Continuity and grammar
Koloss17 She/They Posted December 11, 2023 Author Posted December 11, 2023 Perses found the vault fairly easily. A large blank area in a normally clear picture is a fairly dead giveaway. Perses extinguished his steelsight when he got his hands on the vault. Running his fingers over the vault, Perses swiftly realized that there was a passcode, with all exteriors made of aluminum. Great. Guess this would be harder than I thought.
Ookla de los Cuervos he/him Posted December 12, 2023 Posted December 12, 2023 20 hours ago, Ookla of whimsy said: Asylum awoke. there was no sound, no disturbance, but for some reason they felt they should get moving. “Eza, wake up, it’s time to go,” they said, quickly putting on a suit and a green tie with little leprechauns on it. Asylum went out the door and to the lobby where someone was talking to the receptionist. ”Hello, I’m Asylum Smedry,” they said warmly. “I was sleeping when I was suddenly awoken by a sound. Is anything wrong?” @Lunamor "im the night guard, im taking care of it." Sonyr growls. He paces for a second, then sighs. "damn, this is annoying."
Ravenclawjedi42 Posted December 12, 2023 Posted December 12, 2023 On 12/8/2023 at 9:46 AM, Ookla the Prehistoric said: "Uh... yeah." Dang, he talks a lot. High Prelan? Wow. Hopefully this Chef dude was trustworthy. He probably wasn't, but... well, maybe. Always a tiny chance. Corbeau walked into a room, dark and unlit. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, but when they did he realised that there was a corpse on the ground. "Somebody died here," he said. Upon looking on the wall, he noticed a painting of the man, younger and more spry, next to a plaque that identified him as the owner of this warehouse. "Doug Urbain," he said. "Deceased." 1
Through the Living Elan He/Him Posted December 12, 2023 Posted December 12, 2023 2 minutes ago, Ookla thePresentParticiple said: Corbeau walked into a room, dark and unlit. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, but when they did he realised that there was a corpse on the ground. "Somebody died here," he said. Upon looking on the wall, he noticed a painting of the man, younger and more spry, next to a plaque that identified him as the owner of this warehouse. "Doug Urbain," he said. "Deceased." Lei pulls back from the smell of the corpse. And how it looked. He turned and threw up on the ground, head spinning. He blinks, preparing himself, then turns to look at the body. He whirls around and throws up again. "Ugh..." He says. "Why... ew..."
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