HTI [Reckoners-Mistborn-Fantasy RP]

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Harold, a man of graying hair and bent stature, had a skill that he considered quite unique.

Some would call it mundane. Others would call it groundbreaking. Others still may call it… witchcraft.

Harold thought of it as unique. But if others discovered it… well, they may try to kill him.

It was nothing like the King’s Plague-fist, or the Queen’s Pestilence, no where near their sheer power. But it threatened to overthrow the very thing they represented.

And so, Harold kept low. Underground, even, though the thought distressed him. Whispers called him the Master of Thrall, a shadowy arbitrator whose hand was concealed by wealth.

He wasn’t particularly wealthy, and he didn’t like the name they gave him. So… his company, completely legitimate, was named Harold’s Toppers. An old-fashioned name, for an old man.

He has no aspiration for power. He did not wish to overthrow the government. No, he only wishes to deliver the promises he makes to clients, and deliver with efficiency. And he did so, which is why the clients came back to him, day after day.

 

Harold entered his small room on the corner of the street, adjusting the sign behind the window before placing a stack of papers—commissions—neatly onto the table in the employee only section and switching the electric lights outside his door on.

He was open for business!

 

Intro:

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Alright! This will be a more serious Roleplay, though it is a mite whimsy. I’ll wait for a bit to progress the story so people can join and establish connections among eachother.

Y’all’ll be members of this company, which is a bunch of hired mercenaries that temporarily borrow Harold’s magical “skill” in order to act. This skill is the ability to create pockets dimensions—things like Mary Poppin’s bag n stuff. However, this works slightly different—you must mentally acknowledge which item you want to take out to retrieve it, or it doesn’t come out. So it doesn’t spill, you can quickly retrieve the items you need, etc.

 

Harold’s preferred vessel for this purpose is a hat. Reach into the top hat, get a bunny! That sort of thing. It’s also why his company is called the Toppers.

 

The amount of “skilled” or magical peeps in the world is a very small number. Usually, other people cannot lend their power to other people, but Harold can.

The significant ones are the tyrant magistrates of the government, the King and Queen, as well as the Judge and the Executioner, who carry out the King and Queen’s will.

However, this is a gunpowder age civilization, which has like… very basic electricity. Not computers yet.

 

Character:

Spoiler

Make someone who knows and is trusted by Harold, who understands his power and keeps it secret. Hired mercenaries. They do not have power for themselves.

anyways gtg

 

Edited March 19 by Through the Living Wrath

[Verdance he/him]

Cris, a short youth dressed in clearly cheap but well maintained clothing, (a worn grey button-up shirt, hand me down khaki pants, and a shabby red vest), entered Harold’s Toppers, the door bell ringing pleasantly. “Hello, Harry. How are you today,” they ask amiably. Glancing about, they notice no one else is here yet, so they sit down in an easy chair in the corner and wait for the others to arrive, taking out a dime novel and flipping through aimlessly. 

Edited March 19 by Through The Living Grass

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris, a short youth dressed in clearly cheap but well maintained clothing, (a worn grey button-up shirt, hand me down khaki pants, and a shabby red vest), entered Harold’s Toppers, the door bell ringing pleasantly. “Hello, Harry. How are you today,” they ask amiably. Glancing about, they notice no one else is here yet, so they sit down in an easy chair in the corner and wait for the others to arrive, taking out a dime novel and flipping through aimlessly. 

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I can reply! But then I gotta go to bed

Harold smiled, glancing in their direction before returning his focus to what he was working on—sewing tight a bullet-hole in his top hat. 

”Hey Cris! If you want to get ahead on the job, I’ve got a few possibilities on that table. I’ve not responded yet to any of them, so it’s a free choice.”

[___ He/Him]

Iris walks down the street, attempting to project sound from her mind into existence. She stuffs her hands in her pockets, scrunches up her face, and tries to project the tune from her head. After another block, she stops and sighs. That's another ability scratched. She's gotta have something other than Harold's given ability. She just has to find it first. She takes a deep breath and runs the rest of the way to Harold's Toppers, trying for superspeed. 

She enters the establishment, panting, straightens her jacket, and flicks her long, blond hair out of her face. She notices someone sitting down, and takes the seat beside them. "Hey Cris. It's not superspeed or sound projection, either," she says dejectedly. She shouts to Harold, "Any new jobs come in?" 

 

[Verdance he/him]

Cris stretches and puts down the book. “Have you tried lighting yourself on fire yet? The main character in this one is a phoenix daughter, meaning she controls fire and is reborn when she dies.” They reach out, grab a few commissions from the top of the stack and select the one with the second most pay, then hand the rest to Iris. 

Edited March 19 by Through The Living Grass

[___ He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris stretches and puts down the book. “Have you tried lighting yourself on fire yet? The main character in this one is a phoenix daughter, meaning she controls fire and is reborn when she dies.” He reaches out, grabs a few commissions from the top of the stack and selects the one with the second most pay, then hands the rest to Iris. 

She picks one at random, then tosses the rest on a small coffee table. "Sounds fire." She laughs at her own pun. "Problem is, what if I don't have the power? Won't I just die?"  

[Verdance he/him]

6 minutes ago, Through the Living Mippo said:

She picks one at random, then tosses the rest on a small coffee table. "Sounds fire." She laughs at her own pun. "Problem is, what if I don't have the power? Won't I just die?"  

Cris laughs. “Maybe, that’s a downside. But you’ve got to have faith, or else the powers won’t kick in.”

They pull a piece of candy out of a pocket and pop it in their mouth. “Owr meybe yew jus die,” they say. 

Edited March 19 by Through The Living Grass

[___ He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris laughs. “Maybe, that’s a downside. But you’ve got to have faith, or else the powers won’t kick in.”

They pull a piece of candy out of a pocket and pop it in their mouth. “Owr meybe yew jus die,” they say. 

She frowns. "I think I'll hold off on that one. But maybe fire control!" She holds her hand out and tries to summon fire. Nothing happens. She sighs and studies the commission she holds. It's some smuggling job. She scowls. Distasteful.

[Grubfriend He/Him]

Shaun slid his sword back into his belt as he walked out of the police station. He liked the heros from the old stories, their skill with blades and physical strength. He liked to imagine himself as one of those heros, even if his sword got him in trouble with the local policing force. Luckily, some of the higher ups were old friends from school, and knew he was more of a joke than a real threat. Maybe that was why Harold put up with his shenanigans?

He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the shop. "I'm back!" he called. He walked over to the couch and flopped down. "Anybody miss me?"

Edited March 19 by Xiahida

[Verdance he/him]

“Shaun!”, Cris greets the aspiring swordsman fondly. “How are you? Stab anyone important today?”

They then look down at the finer details of their commission. It is complete and utter gibberish. “Harry,” they say. “I can’t read this. Help me understand why I can’t read this?”

[Grubfriend He/Him]

29 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

“Shaun!”, Cris greets the aspiring swordsman fondly. “How are you? Stab anyone important today?”

They then look down at the finer details of their commission. It is complete and utter gibberish. “Harry,” they say. “I can’t read this. Help me understand why I can’t read this?”

"Some thug in the markets tried to take my sword, so I decked him." He grabbed a piece of fruit from the coffee table in front of the couch and started peeling it. "Some cop saw it and pulled me in for 'disturbing the peace'. Took an hour, but it cleared up." 

He took a bite of his fruit. "Probably a cipher. Self important parts of the Underground like them. Makes them feel sneaky."

[___ He/Him]

3 hours ago, Xiahida said:

Shaun slid his sword back into his belt as he walked out of the police station. He liked the heros from the old stories, their skill with blades and physical strength. He liked to imagine himself as one of those heros, even if his sword got him in trouble with the local policing force. Luckily, some of the higher ups were old friends from school, and knew he was more of a joke than a real threat. Maybe that was why Harold put up with his shenanigans?

He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the shop. "I'm back!" he called. He walked over to the couch and flopped down. "Anybody miss me?"

Iris snorts. "Like we miss an annoying splinter." Then she laughs. "Kidding. Want one?" She gestures to the stack of commissions.

[___ He/Him]

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I think @Through the Living Ink would enjoy this

 

[Grubfriend He/Him]

On 3/19/2026 at 12:04 PM, Through the Living Mippo said:

Iris snorts. "Like we miss an annoying splinter." Then she laughs. "Kidding. Want one?" She gestures to the stack of commissions.

"Iris, you wound me," Shaun said as bounced up to file through the stack of papers, "How could you possibly assume I would want one of these things."

Spoiler

Wait, do we each have a commission in the stack, or are there options that we get to choose from?

 

Edited March 24 by Through The Living Grub
typo

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, Xiahida said:

"Iris, you would me," Shaun said as bounced up to file through the stack of papers, "How could you possibly assume I would want one of these things."

  Hide contents

Wait, do we each have a commission in the stack, or are there options that we get to choose from?

 

Spoiler

Im waiting for wrath to tell me what my commission says

 

[___ He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Xiahida said:

"Iris, you would me," Shaun said as bounced up to file through the stack of papers, "How could you possibly assume I would want one of these things."

  Reveal hidden contents

Wait, do we each have a commission in the stack, or are there options that we get to choose from?

 

"Well I'm sorry for being nice." She grabs a different random commission, and scans it. Acceptable.

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

  Reveal hidden contents

Im waiting for wrath to tell me what my commission says

 

Spoiler

Ah yeah I guess that's a good idea

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

17 hours ago, Through the Living Mippo said:

Iris walks down the street, attempting to project sound from her mind into existence. She stuffs her hands in her pockets, scrunches up her face, and tries to project the tune from her head. After another block, she stops and sighs. That's another ability scratched. She's gotta have something other than Harold's given ability. She just has to find it first. She takes a deep breath and runs the rest of the way to Harold's Toppers, trying for superspeed. 

She enters the establishment, panting, straightens her jacket, and flicks her long, blond hair out of her face. She notices someone sitting down, and takes the seat beside them. "Hey Cris. It's not superspeed or sound projection, either," she says dejectedly. She shouts to Harold, "Any new jobs come in?" 

 

Harold nods, waving a hand towards the stack she’d already found. “Good morning.”

He ignored the effort to discover a power.

17 hours ago, Through the Living Mippo said:

She frowns. "I think I'll hold off on that one. But maybe fire control!" She holds her hand out and tries to summon fire. Nothing happens. She sighs and studies the commission she holds. It's some smuggling job. She scowls. Distasteful.

The smuggling job was a guard detail over explosive materials, smuggled into the capital.

7 hours ago, Xiahida said:

Shaun slid his sword back into his belt as he walked out of the police station. He liked the heros from the old stories, their skill with blades and physical strength. He liked to imagine himself as one of those heros, even if his sword got him in trouble with the local policing force. Luckily, some of the higher ups were old friends from school, and knew he was more of a joke than a real threat. Maybe that was why Harold put up with his shenanigans?

He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the shop. "I'm back!" he called. He walked over to the couch and flopped down. "Anybody miss me?"

Harry grins. “Hey Shaun.”

He frowned, reaching into a pocket and carefully pulling a long blade—in its sheath. It was heavily ornamented.

”I thought you might like this souvenir I’d received from our last commission. They wanted me to give it to you.”

6 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

“Shaun!”, Cris greets the aspiring swordsman fondly. “How are you? Stab anyone important today?”

They then look down at the finer details of their commission. It is complete and utter gibberish. “Harry,” they say. “I can’t read this. Help me understand why I can’t read this?”

Harold looked up, surprised. “Oh! Yes, sorry. Yes, a minor Scrambler-type is working with that specific commission. High level commission, then. I’ll need to fetch a Dull-brush from the back.”

Spoiler

Hehehe

major scrambler types are a bit different…

Dullbrush negates skills. In Harry’s case, it’s temporary.

2 hours ago, Through the Living Mippo said:

 

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Pings and quotation boxes don’t do well together

@Through the Living Ink

43 minutes ago, Xiahida said:

"Iris, you would me," Shaun said as bounced up to file through the stack of papers, "How could you possibly assume I would want one of these things."

  Hide contents

Wait, do we each have a commission in the stack, or are there options that we get to choose from?

 

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There are options.

Imma list em rq.

The commissions were as such (more details provided upon yall choosing one):

1. The smuggling commission, a hefty sum given to help transport explosive goods through the Marsh of Souls and into the capital.

2. ???: The scrambled commissions being read by Cris

3. Assassination: Murder an important figure in the government and frame another criminal organization for the action. Another hefty sum.

4. Thievery: Assist in breaking into the stash of another Underground organization. A portion of the money recovered is given to the Toppers.

5. Governor of the Under District needs help to ensure that some blackmail doesn’t spread. He will offer details upon meeting with him.

 

 

Harold stepped to the back of the room, pulling a Dullbrush from a drawer and tossing it to Cris.

Edited March 19 by Through the Living Wrath

[Grubfriend He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Through the Living Wrath said:

Harry grins. “Hey Shaun.”

He frowned, reaching into a pocket and carefully pulling a long blade—in its sheath. It was heavily ornamented.

”I thought you might like this souvenir I’d received from our last commission. They wanted me to give it to you.”

Shaun eagerly accepts the knife, pulling it out to test the edge. "Hey Iris,did you by any chance grab the robbery one? It sounded pretty interesting."

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Xiahida said:

Shaun eagerly accepts the knife, pulling it out to test the edge. "Hey Iris,did you by any chance grab the robbery one? It sounded pretty interesting."

The edge was sharp.

To his surprise, too, it was a blade lined with Dullmetal, capable of killing a Skilled being.

[Verdance he/him]

19 minutes ago, Through the Living Wrath said:

Harold nods, waving a hand towards the stack she’d already found. “Good morning.”

He ignored the effort to discover a power.

The smuggling job was a guard detail over explosive materials, smuggled into the capital.

Harry grins. “Hey Shaun.”

He frowned, reaching into a pocket and carefully pulling a long blade—in its sheath. It was heavily ornamented.

”I thought you might like this souvenir I’d received from our last commission. They wanted me to give it to you.”

Harold looked up, surprised. “Oh! Yes, sorry. Yes, a minor Scrambler-type is working with that specific commission. High level commission, then. I’ll need to fetch a Dull-brush from the back.”

  Hide contents

Hehehe

major scrambler types are a bit different…

Dullbrush negates skills. In Harry’s case, it’s temporary.

  Hide contents

Pings and quotation boxes don’t do well together

@Through the Living Ink

The commissions were as such (more details provided upon yall choosing one):

1. The smuggling commission, a hefty sum given to help transport explosive goods through the Marsh of Souls and into the capital.

2. ???: The scrambled commissions being read by Cris

3. Assassination: Murder an important figure in the government and frame another criminal organization for the action. Another hefty sum.

4. Thievery: Assist in breaking into the stash of another Underground organization. A portion of the money recovered is given to the Toppers.

5. Governor of the Under District needs help to ensure that some blackmail doesn’t spread. He will offer details upon meeting with him.

 

 

Harold stepped to the back of the room, pulling a Dullbrush from a drawer and tossing it to Cris.

Cris’ curiosity is piqued, and they spit out the candy into a rubbish bin. “Scramblers? Thought they were a foreign problem. Well, as long as it’s more help than harm,” they murmur, catching the tool and slowly brushing it across the commission. Letters fall off like oak leaves knocked from their branches by a strong fall gale, dusting their lap in a fine black powder, revealing the true message underneath. They stand up and shake off the powder, examining the commission. “No wonder they scrambled it. Who ordered this? Actually, I don’t want to know. Someone gutsy can have this one, I’ll take the robbery job. Rusting gangs have it coming.”

[Grubfriend He/Him]

24 minutes ago, Through the Living Wrath said:

The edge was sharp.

To his surprise, too, it was a blade lined with Dullmetal, capable of killing a Skilled being.

Shaun's eyes went wide, then he started smiling. "Hey Iris, if the 'set yourself on fire' idea doesn't work out, can I give you a poke with my new knife? I promise to not kill you too much." He waves the knife in the air like a kid who had just been given candy.

Edited March 19 by Xiahida
I used the wrong name, mb

[Verdance he/him]

12 minutes ago, Xiahida said:

Shaun's eyes went wide, then he started smiling. "Hey Cris, if the 'set yourself on fire' idea doesn't work out, can I give you a poke with my new knife? I promise to not kill you too much." He waves the knife in the air like a kid who had just been given candy.

Cris recoils dramatically. “What would that achieve? Iris is just as unskilled as I am!”

Spoiler

They were speaking to Iris about how Iris is trying to see if she has her own powers, not Cris setting themself on fire

 

Edited March 19 by Through The Living Grass

[Grubfriend He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris recoils dramatically. “What would that achieve? I’m just as unskilled as Iris!”

 

Spoiler

Wait I'm sorry that was a name mixup. I'm gonna edit that post real quick.

 

[Verdance he/him]

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Also edited :3

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

22 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris’ curiosity is piqued, and they spit out the candy into a rubbish bin. “Scramblers? Thought they were a foreign problem. Well, as long as it’s more help than harm,” they murmur, catching the tool and slowly brushing it across the commission. Letters fall off like oak leaves knocked from their branches by a strong fall gale, dusting their lap in a fine black powder, revealing the true message underneath. They stand up and shake off the powder, examining the commission. “No wonder they scrambled it. Who ordered this? Actually, I don’t want to know. Someone gutsy can have this one, I’ll take the robbery job. Rusting gangs have it coming.”

The commission was a hostage situation.

Word had gotten out, apparently, about their strange abilities, though the extent of the abilities was not clear.

A person of interest in an ongoing investigation was being questioned by governance. It was their job to find the person and evacuate them before they revealed incriminating information.

The sender was unknown, but there was enough information to carry out the commission.

A sum, the largest one, was promised.

Spoiler

@Through The Living Grass

@Xiahida

@Through the Living Mippo

 

Just so y’all know! Y’all can team up for the commissions.

no need to feel stuck with ones you don’t want.