Wyrmhero he/him Posted July 24, 2015 Author Posted July 24, 2015 (edited) Remember to play nice, kids. Not calling anyone out for bad behaviour or anything like that, I just want to remind people not to take the game too seriously. If anyone feels that tempers are running a bit high, or anything like that, please talk to me, before it becomes a problem if possible, so it can be sorted out. Again, not doing this in response to anyone asking me to or any comments that have been made, just want to preempt any possible problems. In other news, the Turn will end in 22 hours time. Edited July 24, 2015 by Wyrmhero 2
Kasimir he/him Posted July 24, 2015 Posted July 24, 2015 (edited) Remember to play nice, kids. Not calling anyone out for bad behaviour or anything like that, I just want to remind people not to take the game too seriously. If anyone feels that tempers are running a bit high, or anything like that, please talk to me, before it becomes a problem if possible, so it can be sorted out. Again, not doing this in response to anyone asking me to or any comments that have been made, just want to preempt any possible problems. In other news, the Turn will end in 22 hours time. Yes, Grandpa--I swear you won't even have to put us in timeout or somethin', sir! And there be no Wyrm Inquisition here! Action Three: •Who? - Kyril Heron, in his capacity as House Lord. •What? - Kyril Heron is building a Troll Market in Luthadel. This produces "the finest, hand-crafted trolls" (Wyrm, 2015: 17) that the Final Empire can provide. As Wyrm Heron (2015: 17) puts it, each troll is "freshly hand-picked with careful thought and consideration, and then personalised", "wrapped up in a wonderful bouquet of words before being lovingly posted on the forum and drizzled in raspberry sauce" and comes with a guarantee of quality. •Where? - Within Luthadel. •When? - This is my third action for the Turn. •Why? - House Heron has decided to diversify its portfolios in eventual preparation for the formation of Heron IndustriesTM. In particular, it has decided that the expressed wishes of Wyrm Heron, eventual descendent and business magnate must be heeded. And of course, House Heron seeks to make a profit and to spread the trolling, in accordance with our House Words: Ours is the Trolling. Sorry King, I'll come in again later with my actual action for the Turn. Works Cited: Heron, Wyrm. 2015. "Heron IndustriesTM Promotional Material: From House to Megacorporation," Journal of Applied Trolling, (23) pp. 1-17. Edited July 24, 2015 by Kasimir 3
phattemer Posted July 24, 2015 Posted July 24, 2015 Wyrm, can you confirm that I was told that I spent 2 MPs and gained 2 MPs? Wait... Ok never mind. i was told that both were MPs but the actual change in stats was Wealth -2, MP +2. Re: the buying of the bakery I indeed had too much upkeep, but I had way too many farms. I gave away the slaughterhouse since Vinid didn't want to be stuck with a no-profit too much upkeep situation either. Then, since I would have an extra grain farm, I bought a bakery. 2
Orlok Tsubodai Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 Ok, I shall edit in RP and respond to the above tomorrow morning. I thought I ought to get in my public action now though. What: Scan all three bodies without using the lab When: Second action of the turn Where: Keep Tekiel Who: Non-forensics experts within House Tekiel Why: To discover what I was meant to discover from the bodies - ie the houses that the attackers intended me to believe reaponsible, OR to confirm that it was indeed Vinid and Erikell should the answers not differ from those provided by the lab 1
DanTheSeamonster he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 Fortis looked out upon his skaa. They worked the fields below him quickly and efficiently. Fortis turned to the servant waiting at his side. "Look at them, Verrulen. What do you see?" "I see a bunch of slaves, sire." Came the reply. "Yes," Fortis agreed. "But you must admit that they are effective slaves." "Must I, sire?" He turned back to the fields. "Indeed you must, Verrulen. Indeed you must. Arrange to have our craftsmen expand their quarters." Verrulen spluttered. "But sire! Those . . . creatures may get the wrong idea! They may see your kindness as . . . as weakness!" "Indeed they may, but that is when our taskmasters and if need be, our guards step in. I am willing to take the risk if it inspires them to work harder. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go spend some time with my wife." Who: Lord Fortis Protegat What: Upgrading his skaa's living quarters Where: In his fields Why: He hopes to not only increase his skaa's view of him, but also to inspire them to work harder When: G2T3A2 Who: Lord Fortis Protegat What: Trying for another child Where: In his quarters Why: To possibly gain a male heir, and to arrange a marriage with another house When: G2T3A2 2
Renegade he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 Well, I've recently been failing to not die in the Sanderson Elimination game, so I don't have any RP yet, but I'll do that at some point tomorrow. Anyway, Action 1: Erinald Gardre is setting up an artisan's guild within the Housing District, specifically to create wooden storage and transportation goods (such as buckets, barrels, and wagons) to be sold off to Houses and to lower the cost of transporting and storing products. 1
Aonar he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 Speaking of public actions... I forgot about this. I may or may not edit some RP in. Depends on whether an extension ends up being called in LG13. Who: Maerys Izenry, in her capacity as House Lady. What: Investing in the improvement of tools and techniques used by my miners and glassmakers. When: This is my first action. Where: I think Luthadel? The mine might be in Tathingdwen. I can't remember. Why: To improve the efficiency of my properties, and make a good chunk more money long-term.
Haelbarde he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 House Heatherlocke had a mine since the early days of the Final Empire. It had brought a meager income, with the larger Houses having already established themselves in the mining industry. They still managed to sell what they dug up to other smaller houses of low import. So far, they hadn't refined any of it, but they finally decided that they could perhaps yield a modest increase in income by building a blacksmith to refine some of its output. Plans were drafted and approved, with construction beginning on Heatherlocke's first House Blacksmith. Who? - Lord Heatherlocke is performing this action, in his capacity as House Lord. What? - Building a blacksmith Where? - In the Southern Dominance. When? - This is my 1st Action for the Turn. Why? - To process output from the family mine to increase income. 1
Blank Fate Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 Thunk. The copper clip buried itself in the tree's bark with a dull sound, and Shavronne gave an unimpressed grunt."We are nobility, Lord Valden, not circus performers. What do you take us for?" The coin lurched free at the touch of her allomancy, returning to press flat against her palm. "Come now, Shavronne," Valden's voice was warm and amused, in contrast to the other Mistborn's usual dourness. "Did you never compete with your siblings, as a child? Surely you must see the appeal." He looked to the tree, "Again." Thunk. The coin buckled as it hit a knot, bending out of shape as it lodged in the bark again. "I was an only child, my Lord." The damaged coin returned, and Shavronne scooped it into her palm as it approached. "Besides, what do we have to prove to the other Houses? We are as we are. The pageantry and ceremony that Lord Uethorn suggests is meaningless." Valden smiled wryly, "You see, Shavronne, I have to disagree. The display of power has a power of its own - a commander that displays his courage would inspire his men and sow doubt in the minds of his enemies. A wolf that shows his dominance would lead, while a stronger but meeker creature would be doomed to follow." He gave Shavronne a predatory smile, a look that she remembered Lord Cyrus wearing on several occasions - it was a look that could mask many possible thoughts. "More than that, it is the exercise of power that maintains our strength. Without conflict, or competition, our powers wane and we grow complacent, weak, dull." He Pulled on the coin in Shavronne's hand, and saw her grimace as she tried to Pull in kind. "For instance, the House knows of your talents with Bronze and Copper, but what of your other metals?" Valden saw droplets of blood fall from his subject's hand, squeezed from between clenched fingers. "Lacking... your skills have been blunted, Shavronne. Are you so sure that you have nothing to prove?" Her words were venom as she spat, "You... are unfit... to judge me!" She let her fingers relax, and sent the coin shooting at Valden's chest. The bloody clip slowed to a laboured halt as it approached Lord Artorius, spinning wildly as his own allomancy held it steady. A tense silence fell between them. Shavronne blinked several times, seemingly more shocked than him at the crack in her composure. "...You were Rioting me." Valden nodded. "I was, yes. Your weaknesses make you vulnerable in more ways than you know - you became fixated on them to the point that you no longer played to your strengths. And in failing to exercise your strengths, you permitted yourself to be overpowered." His voice was calm, as though he had exactly predicted the course of this conversation before he had even begun it. "We are all of us required to compete, my dear - only the strong survive in this world." Shavronne gave Valden a measured look, "Very well... what would you have me do?" Valden took the blood-stained coin between two fingers, and handed it to Shavronne who, after a moment's hesitation, took it. "Assemble the others, and inform them that we shall be out in force for the Allomantic Games. Lady Noerin and myself will also be attending, and will be observing your performances with interest. We have been given an opportunity to compete, and it would be remiss of us to give anything less than our best." Who: The Mistborn of House Artorius What: Honing their Allomantic talents Where: Keep Artorius When: Generation 2, Turn 3, Action 1 Why: To prepare for the Allomantic Games, as well as improving the general power level of the House's allomancers. 2
Gamma Fiend he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 Garek sighed into his winecup, Glam stormed around the castle, always yelling at him for not getting her the nicest things or ash getting on her pretty dresses or whatever, all the while Finn in the corner, muttering slightly to himself and petting FieDo, who had been unfortunate enough to still be in his dog form. All in all, it was a rather fitting way to celebrate one's birthday in the Final Empire. Or near enough to it that he reckoned it was good to call it so. It seems like people didn't rather keep track of days or time, even in Luthadel. It was either Ash or Mists. He downed his cup and peered the invitation to the Allomantic Games once more, mulling over his decision. Or rather, the best way to go about it. His first thought had to been send criers throughout the streets, carrying pamphlets and yelling "NO!" at the top of their lungs, declaring House Urbain's response to the invitation. Or maybe some of his father's old grafitti trick, while burning Tin one could still see the splotches that had been whitewashed over and were now a gradual stain or gray lighter than the rest of the keep walls. Perhaps he could send his Mistborn flying through the air, mistcloaks billowing and carrying a magnificently large banner, with a large essay written on it explaining why he refused to go. All the words put into the shape of a giant "NO!" of course.But in the end, he reasoned he was just getting on in his years, and old age was starting to creep up on him. He instead went to his bedchambers and sought out his wife.Nobody demanded anything of House Urbain. On what grounds did these petty nobles dare have the audacity to dole out silly ultimatums to their so-called peers. He sniffed in contempt. "FieDo, here boy." The Kandra jumped up, seeming relieved to be called away from Finn, who had taken off to staring at the wall and counting or adding something up with his fingers. "If anybody would care to know, I'll be busy performing my husband-ly duties.""....I don't think anybody wants to know that...""Exactly. So please hand-deliver this missive to House Una....whatever, declaring my intent on not attending their games, and explicitly describing what I'll otherwise be preoccupied with."So, House Urbain is obviously not attending the Allomantic Games. Just seems like Phat looks pretty guilty, from a general view of the thread, and while the games may help track things down, I just don't really like that "or else" attached to it, or rather Garek, and House Urbain don't.Good luck with the games. Garek will be going for another child, otherwise. He'll send a wine basket to the winner 3
Kasimir he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 (edited) Kyril Heron #7: Pride and Death “I know,” Kyril said, tiredly, as he checked his saddle-bags for the fifth time and then his travelling case. “You think this is a bad idea.”Wystan Heron let out his breath in an exaggerated sigh. “Well, since we’ve already established that…” He glanced over at Kyril and slapped him on the back. “Have a good trip. Stay safe out there.”Kyril raised an eyebrow. “You think this is a bad idea,” he repeated.Wystan shrugged. “Consider yourself duly informed,” he said, lightly. “These are the times we’re living in, Cousin, hm?”“They are, indeed,” Kyril murmured. The past days had been a chaotic bustle of letters, of meetings, and of listening to criers announce the latest disputes between his fellow nobles. Something about Erikell and Vinid having been accused of the latest attack on Tekiel. They stridently denied it, of course. “But time stops for no man, Cousin. Not even for those such as us.”“Those such as us?”Kyril took a step back from the strap he was adjusting. “We’re Mistborn,” he said quietly. “We think this makes us powerful. We think this makes us immortal. We die as easily as other men. Perhaps just a little harder.” He narrowed his eyes. “You know what I think of all of that? Posturing. Shameless posturing. All of them. I hear children, crying aloud, ‘The Lord Ruler loves me best!’, seeking to make demands of their fellows. We are children, Cousin. What else could we be, next to a man who has tasted of the power of a god? This is his Empire. They’ve only forgotten: we’re children, in his eyes, easily amused, playing such silly games…” his voice trailed off.Wystan was silent. Abruptly, he said, “Uethorn’s men. I caught them lingering on the street earlier and sent them on their way.”Kyril said, “Uethorn’s Games are a sham, and I will not be forced into playing another’s game.” He met Wystan’s gaze, squarely. “Heron will not kneel or dance, not while I am House Lord.”“Proud words,” Wystan said. “We could die for them, you know that?”“Would you?”Wystan did not look away. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I would.”Action Three: •Who? - Kyril Heron, in his capacity as House Lord.•What? - Kyril Heron is making a business trip down to Tremredare in order to rub shoulders with the other nobles and find a spouse for Aniketos.•Where? - In Tremredare.•When? - This is my third action for the Turn.•Why? - Kyril plans to find an Allomantically strong match for Aniketos in order to be able to strengthen Allomancy within House Heron, and improve House Heron's security capabilities. Given that he's invested a certain degree in Tremredare, it seems only reasonable to build on his good relations there by seeking a match for Aniketos from the local Nobles, tying House Heron more strongly to the area. Edited July 25, 2015 by Kasimir 3
Unodus he/him Posted July 25, 2015 Posted July 25, 2015 It was the night before the games were to begin. Retleh fussed over the dark bold green suit he had made for such a formal occasion, and rehearsed his opening speech for the hundredth time. Why did he leave it all to the last minute? He had gotten so caught up in trying to solve Lord Erikells assault, he had left scarce little time to prepare his own mistborn properly for the event- it would be a miracle if any of his own mistborn could even compete with some of the others houses at the events he had prepared. The fact that some houses hadn't complied despite the invitation and the warnings was frustrating to say the least- but unavoidable, hopefully enough would attend so that the games could achieve their true purpose. If not, well, at the very least he could enjoy the games while he could- it wasn't every day the empire gathered for House Uethorn, there was even rumor that the Lord Ruler would be making attendance. The Lord Ruler! Even if the games achieved nothing, the thought of having the silver of affinity attend the games would be an honor beyond words- although, it was a vain hope. The Lord Ruler hadn't attended events in the past, so why should this one be different? Still, mysteries and competitions aside- Retleh couldn't help but feel he should be worried about something. Tired, he turned to return to his private quarters to rest- it was going to be a long day tomorrow. Action 2 Who? Retleh, in his capacity as House Lord What? Trying for an Heir When? Soon :B Why? To bring more potential heirs to the family sorry for using such a lazy public action x.x 2
Wyrmhero he/him Posted July 26, 2015 Author Posted July 26, 2015 (edited) Generation 2: Turn 4 Lord Uethorn surveyed the stands of the temporary stadium he had built for the Allomantic Games. He smiled a little and closed his eyes, listening to the hawkers selling food, gifts, souvenirs of the day. None of them were his, of course; it was far easier to license that out to the lesser Houses, and collect some of the money they made, with barely any of the effort on his part. And then there was his crowning achievement, sitting across, watching the proceedings with an unaffected air: The Lord Ruler, imperiously perched upon the throne Lord Uethorn had placed for him, his ever-present guard standing behind and to the side of his chair. Lord Uethorn motioned to his side, and a runner was sent off. A few minutes later, Lord Elariel had sent entertainers over to the imperial box, and Retleh Uethorn breathed a sigh of relief as he returned to his contemplation. His thoughts were disturbed as the participants lined up before Lord Penrod's desk. Each signed their names in, and received their passes for the events. They were generally aimiable, but looking at them, he himself didn't feel quite so pleased. It was a successful event, yes, but there weren't anywhere near as many people there as he had hoped for. "How are we dealing with some Houses sending multiple challengers along?" Lord Penrod asked, breaking his thoughts for good. "They can just compete, can't they? I'm sure it won't make much of a difference..." "Retleh..." Arandar sighed and gestured to the queue. A dozen people stood there, each emblazoned with a House Artorius broach to keep their mistcloak in place. "They're not the only House to have sent a large number of people to compete." "Eleven of you?" Lord Uethorn asked, exasperated for multiple reasons. "No, no. I refuse to hold this event if one House might take all the winning places. Hmm... We will only accept the greatest score amongst the House then. I suppose it's still unfair, but I did request all the Houses to send all their Mistborn to compete. If they did not do so, then they have only themselves to blame." "As you say, Retleh," Arandar smiled a little before returning to sign off all the contestants. "Shall we begin after I have signed these people in?" "Yes," Lord Uethorn nodded. "I think that would be best." "My Lord?" Lord Uethorn knelt before The Lord Ruler, before rising as he was commanded. "I hope that the Games met, and perhaps surpassed, your expectations." The Lord Ruler nodded. "Yes. It was entertaining to watch. I am pleased to see my nobility making use of and practising their gifts." "If I might ask..." Lord Uethorn took a breath. "My Lord, it would mean a lot to myself, and to the competitors who entertained you this day, if you would take a little time to meet those who scored highest, and to present them with their awards." The Lord Ruler did not respond immediately. "I understand if you have better things to do, My Lord. It was just an idle thought, please don't pay any attention to it." "No," The Lord Ruler responded as he stood up from his seat. "This is an official event, which has shown the Empire the strength of my gifts. I shall grace them with my presence." "I... Thank you, My Lord," Lord Uethorn bowed deeply, concealing a smile in case The Lord Ruler misunderstood. "Lord Penrod is currently keeping the medals at his desk, I shall-" "That will not be necessary," The Lord Ruler replied, leaving the box. Lord Uethorn followed as quickly as he could while still seeming deferential, as well as cutting a wide arc around Raynah. "My Lord, if there is a gift you wish to bestow upon them, then that will of course be worth far more than any medal we could give to them." "Indeed..." The Lord Ruler replied, dismissing the conversation. He took his place before the podium that Lord Uethorn had constructed, and smiled a little as he watched the winning Mistborn pale and stumble over themselves. Lord Penrod looked at Lord Uethorn with a questioning, and somewhat panicking, look, before rushing over and standing by his side, quill and paper in hand to record what was said, and pass it around to those who could not hear, and to hand to House Wair runners to send the message to the very extent of The Final Empire. The Lord Ruler did not pay him any mind. There was silence. "There are no awards for second place, in my Empire," The Lord Ruler declared. He did not raise his voice, but it carried all the same. The Orielle and Artorius Mistborn on the podium very carefully did nothing. Lord Penrod waited for more words to be spoken, but none were. The Lord Ruler snapped his fingers, and Raynah stepped forward. She took from her belt a small vial filled with silvery beads, tipped one out into her hand, and held it out to Rathan Wilson, husband of Adira Wilson. He, in turn, looked at it with confusion, before accepting it with as much grace as he could manage. The pewter, at least, prevented him from falling off the podium. The Lord Ruler nodded once to him, a measure of respect in accordance with his accomplishments. Then, to the sound of Lord Uethorn's orchestra, he left, bodyguard following him. Generation 2, Turn 4 has begun! It will end at 6 PM BST on Saturday the 1st of August. Generation 3, Turn 1 will begin at 6PM on Sunday the 2nd of August. Children born this Turn: Gerund Urbain (male), Bakuda Farrsolin (female), Barrin Artorius (male), ? Tekiel (male), Benedict Elariel (male), Eyne Izenry (female), Shen Wair (male), Apollonus Erikell (male), Claudia Heatherlocke (female), ? Protegat (female). Thing about plagues of unnamed children is that it spreads >>. Marriages arranged this Turn: Riko Wilson (previously Zerrung) to Gwynne Wilson, NPC to Artema Erikell, Araminta (NPC) to Aniketos Heron. Click here for a summary of this, public actions, and other things. (thanks to little wilson for letting me copy over so I didn't have to reformat everything) Generation 2 Player List little wilson - Adira Wilson Gamma Fiend - Garek Urbain Unodus - Retleh Uethorn Adamir - Mai Farrsolin Blank Fate - Valden Artorius Venture Mistborn - Aquilla Orielle OrlokTsubodai - Scipio Tekiel Comatose - Lysander Elariel Aonar Faileas - Maerys Izenry Quiver - Rolan Queade wblk - Koem Wair phattemer - Clofa Erikell Araris Valerian - Arandar Penrod Renegade - Erinald Garde Shallan - Citona Vinid Haelbarde - Edrab Heatherlocke Mailiw73 - Wilor Zerrung The Crooked Warden - Fortis Protegat Kasimir - Kyril Heron PMs will be sent out after I've had dinner. Edited July 27, 2015 by Wyrmhero 7
Haelbarde he/him Posted July 26, 2015 Posted July 26, 2015 (edited) There was great confusion at the birth of Lord Heatherlocke's second child. Edrab had been away on business when his wife had gone into labor. A mistborn was sent to summon him back. Receiving the message, he used all the metal available to him to send himself flying through the sky in a hurry to return home. He was unfortunately late, and in the time between the birth of his beautiful little daughter and his arrival, his wife hadn't been able to name the child, yet a messenger had been sent to the Final Paper to have the news proclaimed to the whole empire. Finally arriving, and taking the child in his arms, he knew exactly what he would call the child."Her name shall be Claudia."Sorry for not giving you the names, Wyrm :/ So, it seems I now have a daughter. If any of you were looking for a suitable match-up for any of your sons, feel free to get in touch. Edited July 26, 2015 by Haelbarde 1
Gamma Fiend he/him Posted July 26, 2015 Posted July 26, 2015 Just to let whoever know that you really should have known better than to try attacking my Keep while I was "away" at the Allomantic Games. They do say there is no Inquisition like the Urbain Inquisition. You will be found. (You honestly didn't expect your attack to work, did you?) Will actually make RP when I have time and am back from vacation. Lord Garek Urbain would like to publicly offer a generous reward for the info and whereabouts of his assailants. 1
Araris Valerian he/him Posted July 26, 2015 Posted July 26, 2015 It appears that Atium is now available, at least to one person. Although it could be aluminum or something else, but I would guess Atium. I'm still looking for someone to marry Valeri and I could give a good deal on dueling canes as a part of the contract.
little wilson she/her Posted July 26, 2015 Posted July 26, 2015 Gamma, were you able to kill any of them? If so, you should be able to identify their bodies. Granted, just a casual body identification action wouldn't see through any misdirection attempt, but if you wanted to do that, you could send the bodies to Tekiel and he could identify them with the forensics lab.
Haelbarde he/him Posted July 27, 2015 Posted July 27, 2015 Oh great and mighty Wyrm, you've invented time travel! Everyone, prepare for paradoxes as we return to Generation 1 at the conclusion of this turn! 1
Haelbarde he/him Posted July 27, 2015 Posted July 27, 2015 (edited) Lord Garek Urbain would like to publicly offer a generous reward for the info and whereabouts of his assailants. The perpetrator was one of the following: little wilson - Adira Wilson Unodus - Retleh Uethorn Adamir - Mai Farrsolin Blank Fate - Valden Artorius Venture Mistborn - Aquilla Orielle OrlokTsubodai - Scipio Tekiel Comatose - Lysander Elariel Aonar Faileas - Maerys Izenry Quiver - Rolan Queade wblk - Koem Wair phattemer - Clofa Erikell Araris Valerian - Arandar Penrod Renegade - Erinald Garde Shallan - Citona Vinid Mailiw73 - Wilor Zerrung The Crooked Warden - Fortis Protegat Kasimir - Kyril Heron And there would be a number of people I could strike from said list as being unlikely to be the assailants. As for their whereabouts, take your pick of 'On the Internet' or 'In the Final Empire'. Can I haz reward? Edited July 27, 2015 by Haelbarde 4
Gamma Fiend he/him Posted July 27, 2015 Posted July 27, 2015 (edited) Was rereading the PM at work, and it was more of just a break-in, it appears, not a full out attack. But still worrying, nonetheless, as I was obviously expected to not be Home at the time. I did manage to injure the intruder, though. So that should potentially help find clues to track them down.Also, I will be out of town for the next 2 days, so I might not be able to keep up on things, will try and catch up with the game Wednesday/Thursday! Edited July 27, 2015 by Gamma Fiend
Unodus he/him Posted July 27, 2015 Posted July 27, 2015 (Thanks Haelbarde ^-^) So, phatt- care to explain why you didn't attend the games, even after we discussed privately that it was your only chance to genuinely prove your innocence? Not only that, but there was another attack during the games- so I assume it was a house that didn't attend the games (atleast, a house that didn't invest most of their mistborn). House Erikell and Vinid didn't attend the games despite the evidence against them, and despite saying they would attend. I say that this, added to huge amount of evidence against them, is a clear indicator that Erikell & Vinid are the guillty houses. Does anyone actually believe otherwise? If not, I believe its about time to decide what should be done with them.
Wblk Posted July 27, 2015 Posted July 27, 2015 "My Lord, House Urbain was attacked. It also appears that Uethorn is asking to consider adequate punishments towards House Erikell and Vinid," said the Wair steward, Nicho. Meanwhile, his young Lord continued shuffling amongst the pile of paperwork that covered much of the Primary Record Room. A few moments passed, until a muted cry of excitement came from underneath and the noble stood up, sheets of paper falling like ash off him. Koem Wair beamed happily at his steward. "Found it at least! I knew my father had hidden some architectural designs here." "My Lord, whilst it gives me great pleasure to hear this, I must ask what our official stance on Urbain and Uethorn are," said Nicho, frowning slightly. It had seemed that his lord had gradually gotten more excitable the last few days, stress no doubt from his high position. "Hmm? Oh, those things. What Urbain gets up to has little to do with us, and as for Erikell and Vinid I'm not terribly convinced yet. I'd rather not get House Wair too involved, tell them we're abstaining from any formal judgements." "Is that everything then, Lord Wair?" "Oh no," grinned Koem,"Get some servants down here to clean up the Record Rooms. And then get my carriage ready. And my best clothes. And bring Lord Malan as well, the man could use some fresh air. Then meet me at the gate." "Sir?" said Nicho, uneasily. Koem merely gave another mad grin, tucking the sheet of paper under his coat. "We have a meeting to keep." 1
Haelbarde he/him Posted July 27, 2015 Posted July 27, 2015 (edited) (Thanks Haelbarde ^-^) I can actually offer thoughts to cut the list down to about 7 names, though that's using varying levels of assumptions. Edited July 27, 2015 by Haelbarde 2
Mailliw73 he/him Posted July 29, 2015 Posted July 29, 2015 (edited) "Votir, I have arranged for your marriage to a Mistborn, directly descended from one of the Ten," Wilor informed his son. Votir groaned, but Wilor knew he was secretly pleased. The boy, now almost grown into a man, detested being tied down to any one thing. But he quite enjoyed his...dalliances. Votir would find enough in this marriage to enjoy.Action 3:Who: Wilor Zerrung, as Votir's father and House LordWhat: Arranging for Votir Zerrung to be married to Beksha Farrsolin along with a deal to buy Mistborn for wealth.Why: To connect Houses Zerrung and Farrsolin stronger and to increase connections.When: The end of the month.Where: In Keep Zerrung's ballroom Edited August 1, 2015 by Mailliw73 1
Gamma Fiend he/him Posted July 30, 2015 Posted July 30, 2015 Well, I would like to hear from Phat with more accusations springing up like that.While I'm not sure how effective court systems or stuff of that like is, without any actual bite. If we can get a majority of players or Houses to declare sanctions on certain house for their aggressive and egregious behaviours? Or does that open things up too much to houses just ganging up on each other? Although there is always options for retaliations. Don't worry, I have spies working on finding out accurately on who attempted a break-in. #UrbainInquisition.Meanwhile.... Public Action 1: Garek Urbain is hosting a Fashion Show for the Noble Elite of Luthadel. As such, House Erikell are not permitted to attend until they clear their name.Why? To show off the new line of House Urbain's Glamorous Threads, the most exquisite and vibrant clothing to grace the Final Empire. And for the honour of House Urbain for hosting such a magnificent event. When? Action 1 2
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