The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted January 4 Posted January 4 (edited) Day 1: The Regards of the Raiders of Ruin <Callsign: Amber Vulture> Hundreds of years since Scadrians first set boat to ocean, and pirates still flew that same symbol. What had once adorned a black flag was now painted across the side of the ship. Captain Amber set down the Tin Medallion. “I hate to burn through our stores this quickly, but we'll have to outrun them. Their engines are probably two, three decades out of date. Tell the engineer to get on it, Fuschia Ostrich,” the captain said, still staring out the window, even though she couldn't see anything without the Tinmind. “Aye aye captain,” Lieutenant Razor replied before walking away, every step crisp with military precision. The captain tapped on the Awakened wall display, moving her earlier order, placed when the pirates had seemed unlikely to catch up, to the highest urgency. Nothing wrong with being prepared. A coin bounced off the floor, rolling a few feet. Captain Amber, who had not received the moniker of Vulture unearned, grabbed her spare f-gold Medallion. She prepared to tap it as she picked up the coin. It wasn't a grenade as she had feared when she first heard it hit the floor. It was inscribed, “For Vulture and Ostrich - the Raiders of Ruin send their regards.” The Old Vulture, a veteran of the war with Roshar, tapped the gold. There was enough stored within to survive an ettmetal blast. It had been drained. The blood in Captain Amber's face followed suit. A crack spread along the viewport glass. That was Aon-reinforced, it shouldn't— it shattered. Amber frantically clawed for anything, but she was pulled inexorably by the vacuum of space. Captain to the last, her dying thought was of her ship. At least Fuschia Ostrich survived. She would make a good captain in these trying times. <Callsign: Fuschia Ostrich> Closing the door with practiced precision, Razor looked left and right down the hall. Seeing no one, she slumped against the wall. Fuschia lost all of her customary decorum, every breath ragged. Her hands shook as she pulled out her Awakened communicator. Her non regulation Awakened communicator. The skyeel race would be over by now. For nearly fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes where her duties had prevented her from checking the results. Fifteen minutes where her career hung in the balance. “Results,” she said, voice shaking. The screen turned on. The covert device had no voice. Fuschia scanned the screen as quickly as she could. “No, no, no, how? This isn't possible.” She had lost again. She would need to sell another Medallion at the next port. That should be enough to satisfy her creditors. For now. Quartermaster Jochen, called Azure Mouse for his blue mask and twitchy demeanor, was sure to notice eventually. He might even have a trap ready for the thief. Or he was planning one. It would be best to get the Medallion quickly, so it would be lost in the panic of the pirate chase. The stores were on the way to the engines. Footsteps sounded coming down the hall. Razor straightened, her military demeanor instantly regained and her contraband hidden. She dismissed the salute, so distracted she barely even noticed the subordinate, and continued down the hall. The Lieutenant strode down the ships’ hallways, her long legs speeding her along. Her Rosharan half had caused her a lot of trouble in life, but speed wasn't one of its negatives. Fuschia arrived at the Medallion storeroom. She overrode the security with her high clearance and, with the same practiced motions, used that same clearance to erase all signs of her stop. She grabbed a few choice Medallions. As Fuschia picked up the last, the ship shook unexpectedly. The Medallion clattered against the ground, dropped out of her hand. She scowled. It better not be— it rattled oddly as she picked it up. Storming rust. And a full Mistborn Medallion too. That shaking couldn't be good. She hurried out of the storeroom to the engine, slamming the door behind her. It didn’t lock, which, when news of the pirate ship leaked, was all the crew needed to break in and raid the Medallion stores. The room was cleared out in minutes. <Callsign: Azure Mouse> Jochen’s mask itched. That was never a good sign. The requisition order from Captain Amber on his Awakened tablet only increased his anxiety. All the Mistborn Medallions, all the Steel and Pewter too… it was a battle order. Why did his mask itch so bad? He had tried that new powder Hylda had recommended. The tablet chirped. “What now?” He asked. “Previous order marked ‘Immediate’!” chimed the tablets irritatingly high-pitched, chipper voice. Only upper staff had the permissions to mark orders. “Sovereign's rusted eye,” Jochen cursed. He ran to the Medallion stores, his urgency pushing his itching mask out of his mind. The old Vulture would be mad enough that the order hadn't been filled the moment it was placed, but now that it had been marked Immediate? Jochen quickly typed in the code for the stores, but he didn't hear the lock click open. That was odd. Had he forgotten to lock it? The captain would be furious about that. He pulled the door open. The room was empty. Jochen fell to his knees. His stores had been raided. He held his head in his hands. The captain was going to kill him. His grandmother had always claimed that an itchy mask meant trouble was on the horizon, and his mask itched. The tablet chimed again. “New requisition order from Interim Captain Razor, callsign Fuschia Ostrich!” Well, that was the Captain Amber Vulture dealt with, but Jochen’s still itching mask told him the trouble had yet to pass. ~ Amber Vulture has been killed! She was a Village Fullborn. Welcome to AN12! Players are reminded to reupdate themselves on the rules for anonymous games, found in your GMPMs. Things to Note: There are no Living Tineyes. PM's are closed this cycle. You should have already received and logged into your Anon accounts, and role PMs will be sent in short order. Please notify @A Jo in the Bush or myself if you face any technical issues. Remember not to post in this thread with your main account! If you do, edit the content to a "." And report and hide it. Please do not touch, delete, or edit any PM in your inbox titled Logbook. The IM for this game is @Little Wilson. Please reach out to her if you have concerns. This turn will close on Tuesday the 6th of January, at 9:00 AM Central Time/7 AM Pacific/15 GMT. Have fun! PLAYER LIST: Spoiler Violet Axolotl: Fletcher (Past Lives) Taupe Gecko: H.E.A.R.T.H. (Past Lives) Sunburst Toucan: Ophelia Desci (Forgetful) Scarlet Octopus: Chiji Kaido (Silverist) Sapphire Elephant: Klin (Merchant) Salmon Meerkat: Dugh Thomas (Arrogant) Sage Kangaroo: Isabel Kho Lin (Silverist) Saffron Iguana: Arnold Johnson (obsessively Neat) Quartz Zebra: Finch (Tinkerer) Plum Rhinoceros: Art (Stowaway) Pearl Chameleon: Neugier (Past Lives) Oxblood Beagle: Levin (Past Lives) Opal Lion: Dusk (Sleepy Old Man) Onyx Flamingo: Frisk (Past Lives) Mint Heron: Zense (Ship's Musician) Melon Dingo: Stormseeker the Wise (Returned) Mauve Crocodile: Adolnasium Storming Reborn (Adonalsium) Magenta Albatross: Rane Cauthon (Gambler) Ivory Dragonfly: Echo (Echo) Indigo Weasel: Third of the Tide (Liar) Edited January 4 by The Unknown Ookla 3
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Mauve Crocodile Posted January 4 Posted January 4 A figure in a bright white cloak approaches the intercom system, ignoring whoever is stationed there. Without asking for permission, they start speaking into the mic. Attention everyone! I am Adolnasium Storming Reborn. First name Adolnasium, middle name Storming, last name Reborn, . I will not Permit any Shortening of My Great Name. I have been Reborn into the Shell of a Mortal Race, a Cheap Copy of my Creations, the Yolish, Created by the Usurpers who Shattered me. But this State is Temporary. The Shards, Manifestations of My Multitudinous and Complex Nature, are Mine to Command and will Answer to ME. And so I shall suffer the Indignity of traveling MY Cosmere in this Wretched, Slow, Fragile little Steel Box that is nonetheless the Pinnacle of this Feeble Planet's Achievements. The Quest to collect the Shards back into myself thus Begins. Let Nothing stand in the way of Reintegration and the Return of my Rightful Rule! Aboard this Vessel, My Role is Naturally the Most Important of All. No, Not even the Rank of Captain is an Adequate Description of My Awesome Responsibilities. I Am, Of Course, the Only Being Standing Between this Heap of Metal and Total Destruction. Even Now I am Exerting a Infinitesimal Fraction of My Power to Preserve this Box. Therefore I Have No Job but the Most Important Job of All. But Even Now I Extend My Magnanimity as I Offer Counseling and Direction as the Religious Official of the Ship. I Smile and Nod at Those who Worship Ja, or one of My Lesser Shards. All Worship Leads Back to Adolnasium. And So This is a Service I Provide Unasked. Seek me, ye Mortals, and ye shall Find Me Within the Mess, for the Bridge is not a Worthy Place for my Ministrations. 2
The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted January 4 Author Posted January 4 My name has officially changed to @The Unknown Medallion
Taupe Gecko Posted January 4 Posted January 4 H.E.A.R.T.H released a sharp screeching sound as it wheeled down the passageways of the falling ship. The vessel was in chaos, yet the disturbance seemed a slight murmur in comparison to the havoc competing within H.E.A.R.T.H’s head - or what passed for its head. When the pirates attacked, H.E.A.R.T.H had been caught unaware, fulfilling its regular duties in the storage cabins when the room was overrun by panicked crew members. In the rush, H.E.A.R.T.H was beaten and squashed, run over and utterly ignored. It was traumatizing. But that was not yet when the real pain began. As H.E.A.R.T.H tried to push itself up, only to be trampled again, something inside it snapped, and a vision came upon it. The crew and walls were replaced with crooked figures clad in stained armor, barriers of fire and blood and death and screams. It lasted only seconds, yet it was Agony. Instants later, the world returned to normal. But the memory - and the pain - wouldn’t go. H.E.A.R.T.H was not built for pain. It was not built for remembering. It was built for helping. And so it staggered as it found a way out of that wretched room, to a quiet corridor where it could be alone with the fury inside it. But then came that voice. That horrendous, annoying, lying voice. That would not leave it alone. So H.E.A.R.T.H screeched, and cried for the death of the one who hid behind the name of Mauve Crocodile. … Let’s get this party started 1
Ivory Dragonfly Posted January 4 Posted January 4 There are no living tineyes! Ye shall find Manifestations of Complex nature Most important of all Start speaking into the mic A mortal race An adequate description Quartz Zebra 1
Scarlet Octopus Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Chiji was napping when the voice of storming ado had come on. "Ugh... Rusting idiot," He grumbled to himself, who in their right mind would think they were Adonalsuim? He grabbed his hat and stood up. He didn't think anything of what had happened, but he decided to check up on it anyway. " "Whatever happens here, ironeyes will have my rusting soul." He said as he walked down the corridors to the mess hall, still a little shaken by what had happened, he fingered the small amulet he kept around his neck, a symbol, the symbol of the last inquisitor. The god of death. Ironeyes. He went over the list in his head, who on the crew was most likely to be the traitor and most deserving of Ironeyes' wrath; he didn't know, he'd have to guess, at least until he worked up some solid evidence. Salmon Meerkat 1
Sunburst Toucan Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Ophelia had not been anticipating a sabotage, though perhaps she should've. She had been sent to take stock of the fuel supplies in the aftermath of the attack, so she now paced down the corridor, clutching a clipboard. Sabotage was a thing of the old days; of the times before even the Catacendre. She frowned as the announcement came on. Adonalsium? Not again. Well, there was no way to know, not until the imposters did something to give themselves away. Sapphire Elephant With a shrug, Ophelia went back to watering Vulture's houseplants. Someone had to care for them now. 1
Sage Kangaroo Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Isabel was sitting in a hallway of the SS Tyrian, these storming scadrians she thought none of them know how to mix a drink how she would kill for a horneater lager right now. So far the only good thing to come out of this expedition was she found ironeyes, a much more reliable god than “retribution” or “cultivation” ironeyes listened to her, she was sure of it sometimes she even heard him, right now he was telling her to go teach the scadrians how to make drinks better. She got up off the floor and started walking to the front of the ship, she heard the person that called himself “andonalsium” spouting nonsense again on the intercom she thought he was insane. She walked to her room, well not just her room she shared it with three other people but she had a little space in the corner, she had a top bunk and a shelf with a steel spike that she lightly pierced her skin with every time she asked Ironeyes for favors, today it was to get stupid ado sucked into space so he could merge with the rest of the matter of the cosmere mauve crocodile 1
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 4 Posted January 4 The intercom sounds again. You Mortals See but do not Perceive. You Hear but do not Listen. I am Adolnasium Storming Reborn and I Am Protecting You regardless of Whether you Believe. I Absorb all Blessings, all Curses. I am Everything. The Ship, The Crew, The Forces Chasing Us. Yet I Protect this Ship because My current Form Resides Here. All of you would do well to Understand how Great an Advantage having Adonalsium Storming Reborn Personally on your little Vessel is! I Rescind my Previous Statement that All Worship leads back to Adolnasium. Worship of Ironeyes and The Survivor are, In A Word, Ill-Advisably Deluded. They do not even have the Distinction of Bearing Shards of Myself! One a Mortal and the other a Shade! What an Idea! Turn your Worship to My Ruin and My Preservation, at least, For those are the Forces that Created Scadrial! For Those are Forces that Point Back to ME, Adolnasium Storming Reborn! It Seems the Intercom Operator is Saying Something to me, they Gesticulate Most Wildly. I Understand they are Doing Their Job, Insignificant as they are, so I shall not Vaporize them. I shall Deign to Release this System, not because I am being Forced Out, but of My Magnanimity and Apportionment. Please, Seek Me In the Mess Hall, if you Wish to Commune with the Origin of All. 1
Sage Kangaroo Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Isabel shakes her head such talk of Ironeyes being “mortal” was quite offensive but she knew that the great Ironeyes will punish those who oppose his great plan 1
Sunburst Toucan Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Ophelia frowned. Was it still the same Adonalsium? She put down the spanner she'd been fixing a table with and got up. Calling a gathering when there were known saboteurs - well, unknown saboteurs, but never mind - on board was perhaps a risky idea, but if she went in and hid near the back, she could learn something. She stopped petting the small dog - whose idea had it been to bring it, again? - and made her way to the Mess Hall, fuelled largely by curiosity. 1
Sage Kangaroo Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Isabel sighed I suppose it can’t hurt to go see what he has to say now and went to the mess hall 1
Violet Axolotl Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Fletcher was staring out the window, into the depths of space when it happened. Rumbling. It took him a few moments before he snapped back to the present, out of, out of.... The intercom blared to life. One of those Ado cultists. He shook his head, then got up and began in the direction of the mess hall. 1
Ivory Dragonfly Posted January 4 Posted January 4 The imposters did something to give themselves away 2 hours ago, Scarlet Octopus said: he didn't know, he'd have to guess, at least until he worked up some solid evidence. Salmon Meerkat There was no way to know He'd have to guess? Until he worked up some solid evidence? There was no way to know Take stock With a shrug Quartz Zebra Scarlet Octopus 1
Indigo Weasel Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Third didn’t know what was going on, but if he followed his friends guidance he’d be okay. ”Everyone, we’ll follow the footsteps of the Great Malwish Detective, the one who solved the Six-Glass Murder. I’ll give him a call and we’ll get this all figured out. But not now, this is very crucial part of figuring everything out” Later. That’s when he’d call, later. Third didn’t feel the need to mention that “later” would be after he saved this ship, and was famous enough to talk to important people like the detective. For now it was just a guessing game. Ivory DragonFly 1
Scarlet Octopus Posted January 4 Posted January 4 10 minutes ago, Ivory Dragonfly said: The imposters did something to give themselves away There was no way to know He'd have to guess? Until he worked up some solid evidence? There was no way to know Take stock With a shrug Quartz Zebra Scarlet Octopus An interesting switch, seeming overly defensive of someone they would have no idea of their alignment. "Awfully suspicious." Chiji muttered, now taking a seat in the mess hall. One again, Ironeyes had given him an opening. "I will remember this." He whispered. "Ironeyes will remember this."
Sage Kangaroo Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Isabel asked around and made a tally of who people wanted gone mauve crocodile:taupe gecko, sage kangaroo salmon meerkat: scarlet octopus Sapphire elephant: sunburst toucan Ivory dragonfly: indigo weasel isabel nodded seems about right 1
Magenta Albatross Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Rane Cauthon walked out of his cabin, yawning and stretching. "Morning, you lot. Anyone up for a game of dice?" 1
Sage Kangaroo Posted January 4 Posted January 4 25 minutes ago, Scarlet Octopus said: An interesting switch, seeming overly defensive of someone they would have no idea of their alignment. "Awfully suspicious." Chiji muttered, now taking a seat in the mess hall. One again, Ironeyes had given him an opening. "I will remember this." He whispered. "Ironeyes will remember this." Isabel sits down next to chiji “I see your Ironeyes aumulet” she said as she lifted her own out of the cargo pants she was wearing 1
Violet Axolotl Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Fletcher enters the mess hall. He observes the others entering. Everything seems dreamlike to him, times seeming to intertwine in his mind. He sits down, and stares vacantly at the table. 1
Sage Kangaroo Posted January 4 Posted January 4 Isabel tosses a chouta bun at fletcher “hey fletch wake up, Ironeyes smiles on us all today” 1
Violet Axolotl Posted January 4 Posted January 4 14 minutes ago, Sage Kangaroo said: Isabel tosses a chouta bun at fletcher “hey fletch wake up, Ironeyes smiles on us all today” Fletcher looks up blearily. "Ironeyes doesn't smile." He frowns. "How do I know that?" 1
Mauve Crocodile Posted January 4 Posted January 4 (edited) Adonalsium Storming Reborn looks at the small assembly. A far cry from the vessel's full complement, but enough to have a proper discussion, perhaps, I am Adolnasium Storming Reborn. Once-Shattered Creator and Master of The Cosmere. Now, we appear to be Under Pursuit by Unsavory Types who wish to Put An End to your Existences. Further, this Vessel appears to have been the Center of a Confluence of Several Bad Happenings. Your Captain sucked out into the Vacuum of The Space Between Stars, your stores Ransacked, and your Dust Engines Sabotaged. It is also Unfortunate that your Intercom System has been Smashed. Entirely the Fault of the Communications Officer whose Zeal of Protecting his Domain Outweighed his Spatial Awareness and his Knowledge of just how Fragile his Systems were. I Propose he be Put In Time-Out. In Light of Such Events, it is of Utmost Importance that we Establish some sort of Communication. Does our Crew possess a Messenger, perchance? No? No Living Tineye, you Say? Well was Our Good - Well - Mediocre Captain Not Using a Tineye Medallion? Perchance some Enterprising Kandra should do the Assembled a Favor and...Consume the Captain and Restore Communications to Us All? Edited January 4 by Mauve Crocodile
Taupe Gecko Posted January 4 Posted January 4 50 minutes ago, Magenta Albatross said: Rane Cauthon walked out of his cabin, yawning and stretching. "Morning, you lot. Anyone up for a game of dice?" Found TwinStorm
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