Orlok Tsubodai Posted May 7, 2016 Posted May 7, 2016 Action 1: Marry my daughter, Julia, to House Zerrung.
little wilson she/her Posted May 7, 2016 Posted May 7, 2016 Action 1: Marriage contract with Tekiel. Jordek is marrying into House Tekiel, to Olivia Tekiel. Action 2: Marriage contract with Izenry. Larna is marrying Weyr Izenry and staying in House Wilson to become the Lady of the House.
Wyrmhero he/him Posted May 8, 2016 Author Posted May 8, 2016 (edited) Alelin Penrod hefted himself into the office, each footfall accompanied by the clack of wooden cane on stone flooring. He grimaced as he eased himself into the chair in front of the desk, pain shooting through his feet as his old bones protested. If only he could burn pewter, he could stave off this feeling of uselessness and anguish. But he was not able to ignore the passage of time, and could only suffer as his body aged. The Obligator across the desk looked up at him, putting the document he was reading back into his desk drawer, so it couldn't be read by the Lord. He was older than Lord Penrod, but seemed to have aged more gracefully. The stress of maintaining a noble House, coupled with the opposition from the Steel Ministry, took its toll. He raised an eyebrow as he looked the Lord up and down, a slight smile across his face. “You look terrible, brother.” “Doing better than you,” Alelin scowled at Aradel. “You've been working here for forty years now. Couldn't you have at least risen further than this?” he gestured around them, at the meagre, low-level office. “This is embarrassing, a dishonour to our House.” “What House?” Aradel asked, with a shrug. “As an Obligator, I have no House. And after such a long period of time, do you really think I maintain any sort of loyalty to you and yours?” “Don't give me that,” Alelin clenched his hand over the cane's handle. “Like Hell any of the other Obligators ignore their family ties. Didn't you have any ambition at all? If not for House Penrod's sake, then for your own? It's a disgrace in so many ways.” Aradel sighed. “I've always been a disgrace, Lord Penrod. I was first-born to our House, but born without Allomancy. I was given away so you could inherit instead without it looking strange. I was a conveniently placed bribe, but even the Steel Ministry has no real use for me. Without Allomancy, and with our family's history behind me...” he shook his head. “I gave up a long time ago on any sort of meaningful advance in this organisation.” “Fine,” Alelin said, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket to cough into. Stowing it away again, he looked back up at the man who was once considered his brother. “Fine. You can at least help us now.” “I said that I am not willing to help my old House in this way. I feel little loyalty to you, and even ignoring that, I could get into some trouble for it.” “Heaven forfend you take a little risk,” Alelin muttered. “Look, I'm not asking for any favours. I'm only asking what the Canton needs doing. Simple and no favouritism involved. Even you can't object to that.” “Well, I'm sure I can find something then, in that case.” Aradel opened the draw and leant back as he flicked through a load of papers. “I will have some drawn up and sent to your Keep.” “Good,” Alelin nodded, standing up shakily, with his cane for support. “My daughter will put procedures into place.” He groaned as he stood, hunched over a little.”Please inform your people of this fact.” “Indeed, they will be made aware,” Aradel nodded. “I look forward to many years of cooperation between the Canton of Finance and House Penrod.” "Agreed. I foresee great things coming from this partnership." Alelin started to shuffle out of the room, coughing again but unable to retrieve his handkerchief this time. Blood flecked onto the floor. “Of course...” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, uncaring of how he looked, “That's if I live to see them...” Generation 8: The Price of Progress Turn 1 Generation 8 Turn 1 has begun! It will end on Friday the 20th of May at 6PM GMT, as I am busy next weekend. Generation 8 Player List little wilson – Larna Wilson Unodus – Metlina Uethorn OrlokTsubodai – Olivia Tekiel Aonar Faileas – Glen Izenry Araris Valerian – Arista Penrod Mailliw73 – Maw Zerrung Deathclutch19 – Jameson Jormundgand Wolverinezzz - Augustus Saxony Elkanah - Karen Peacock Master_Elodin - Ellery Rotec Kinetic - Klen Reiskar Edited May 22, 2016 by Wyrmhero 3
Araris Valerian he/him Posted May 13, 2016 Posted May 13, 2016 Bother, I had some RP I wanted to write for my actions this turn, but finals are coming up, so it didn't happen. Actions: Action 1: Who: Alelin What: Building an outpost for the Ministry in Urteau Where: Urteau Why: To gain favor with the Ministry and so that my House isn't the only one that the are watching super closely When: First action Action 2: Who: Alelin What: Establishing a skaa adoption system. Basically, representatives from House Penrod will go throughout the empire and find skaa children without parents, and then offer to pay that House to bring those skaa into House Penrod. Why: To provide House Penrod with an influx of skaa workers, and to decrease the number of skaa likely to become involved in underground activities across the empire Where: Everywhere When: Second Action Action 3: Who: Alelin What: Petitioning the Ministry to be able to found a new city by the Arguiois Caverns, and for Stewardship of that city Why: To establish a new center of power for House Penrod Where: Luthadel When: Third Action
Unodus he/him Posted May 13, 2016 Posted May 13, 2016 Action 3 Who? Metlina in her capacity as House Lady What? Trying for a heir [M: Geldion, F: Pialannia] When? third action Why? Heirs are cool Metlina, heir to the major house of Uethorne stepped off her carriage into the mists. Behind her, a stocky well armed soldier named Hiareph followed- the highest cardinal of the house guard. The carriage had dropped them off in the mountainside of the remote dominance- far from the Final Empires reach."Thank you again for doing this for me, my Lady- it shames me so to put you in this unnecessary danger....""Nonsense, Hiare." Metlina dismissed with a flick of her hair, "We are talking about the life of a child- there is no higher priority. Your family has dedicated it's lives to my own for centuries, it is an honor to repay some of the debt my house owes you." Even if you are just a skaa.The desolate landscape was indeed dangerous, and not just because of the dry weather- but Metlina was born a fighter, not a skulking politician or petty thief. Not everyone could boast the ability to wield a steel sword against a trained mistborn- the mountains had nothing on her.Despite the mists obscuring what little night light there already was, their destination was clear- a lamplight piercing the shifting shade from a creek in the mountain.It had all started when Hiarephs daughter had disappeared. Snatched off the streets- an unfortunately increasing occurrence in Luthadel. Within the week, they found a ransom note. The remote dominance was way out of the scope of the steel ministry to send an investigation- so Hiareph had appealed to the next line of authority, the house lord. As they reached the cave entrance a voice called out "No weapons! No weapons! You leave outside!", followed too quickly by the scream of a girl perhaps no older than eight.Exchanging a look, the two reluctantly placed their scabbards on the dusty rocks."We're coming in now." Metlina declared, sounding more confident than she felt. There was no response, so the two entered the tunnel. Could she still fight without a sword? For a cavern, it was actually rather spacious. Supplies were rolled out on the floor, lit by candlelight, and the tunnel even seemed to have multiple rooms- perhaps it used to be something before the Lord Rulers ascension? At the far end of the room stood a man, face masked with shadows. As Metlina got closer, a flash of light caught her eye- and she stopped in shock. She hadn't even noticed the girl pressed so closely against him- machete pressed tightly against her cheek."You stay! You stay! Or else."Hiareph tensed visibly. An uncomfortable silence followed."What are your demands?" Metlina finally asks. They had brought bullion's, but the letter hadn't specified an actual amount."You have pewter?"Metlinas heart jumped. If it had been any other allomatic metal, they'd be screwed. Fate would have it that it was the only one she bothered carrying."I have pewter. We can get you lots of pewter, just let the girl go""No! No. You must fix her. You can fix her?"Suddenly, Metlina could see his eyes- and she was filled with dread. She had seen that look before, on her own father. The only house lord forced into an early retirement, though he was barely a faint imitation of the man he had been by then. The man was still staring, unaware of the leery lucidity in his eyes. Hiarephs words ripped through air,"The hell did you do to her, you... you animal!" But the man was already pointing down the tunnel."Down that way. Please. You fix her."Despite the glare from Hiareph, Metlina stepped deeper into the tunnel. The tunnel acted like a corridor to the next room, where she found a bed in a dimly lit room. Like a body in rigor mortis, the body of a younger girl lay paralyzed on the bed- her skin pale and clammy."Hiareph! There's another girl in here. She looks ill, very ill..." Metlina reached down to feel the girls forehead- she was already so cold...With a yelp, the kidnapper dropped the knife and ran to yank her hand away from the girls face."No touch! She not well. You use pewter. Fix her."Withdrawing her hand, Metlina studied the man."She needs a doctor-""No doctor! Doctor mean Inquisitor."Biting her lip, she tried again,"I cannot save her. I can only use pewter on myself.""You can use it! Use it on her! Good men tell me if she had pewter she can live.""Who are these men?""They fight the inquisitors. They give us good food."Metlinas blood ran cold. The Rebellion. Supposedly extinct, the rebellion had been quelled centuries ago. Their were legends though, of splinter groups on the fringes of civilization. Behind the man, Hiarephs had sneaked up and was holding the knife. "What are you waiting for?" his eyes said. Her mind whirled. This man obviously didn't know how allomancy worked- or he was too desperate to believe otherwise. If only I was a soother, I could ease her pain.Finally, she said "I'll try giving her some pewter, but I can't promise that it will work.""Please. Please." The man begged, hands shaking. Metlina pulled out a vial of pewter, and held it against the girls lips. Most of it went down her chin, but Metlina kept pouring till the vial was drained completely. Still nothing happened. The man was sobbing uncontrollably now."Hiareph, maybe we should go..." Metlina whispered, sensing the mans instability."My lady..."Hiareph was cut off as the man lept at Metlina, wrapping his fingers around her neck,"You poison her! YY-you with inquisition! Killed her! WHY KILL HER?!"He didn't get far before Hiareph whipped the knife, dropping him dead in a single blow."Oh Lord Ruler... Lord Ruler..." Metlina whimpered, dripping fresh blood that wasn't her own."I'm sorry I had to do that, my lady" Hiareph cooed as he lifted her up from the flor "My daughter is waiting for us in the carriage, we should go."But Metlina wasn't looking at him anymore. She was looking at the girl on the bed who was stirring. She was burning pewter. 1
Kinetic he/him Posted May 14, 2016 Posted May 14, 2016 Action 1 Who? Klen Reiskar What? build several ports Action 2 Who? Klen Reiskar What? Trying for a heir. Why? because he does not have on yet If it is a boy, It will be named Daron If it is a girl, it will be named Shanol Action 3 Who? 3 klen Reiskar What? expand my fleet
little wilson she/her Posted May 14, 2016 Posted May 14, 2016 Action 2 Larna Wilson is hiring an accountant to perform an audit on House Wilson's finances to learn where money, as opposed to goods, comes in and leaves. Action 3 Larna and Weyr are trying for an heir. If male, Worrek. If female, Tamre.
Master Elodin Posted May 18, 2016 Posted May 18, 2016 (edited) Action 1: Buy into bauxite refinement as Ellery. Edited May 18, 2016 by Master Elodin
Wyrmhero he/him Posted May 22, 2016 Author Posted May 22, 2016 Generation 8 Turn 2 Lord Izenry was in bed when the explosions rocked the foundations of his family's home-away-from-home in Urteau. He bolted upright, almost falling out of the four-poster bed in his haste to discover what was behind it. His wife was behind him, but he held a hand up. “Stay here, Bryn,” he muttered, downing a vial of metal and throwing his Mistcloak over his nightclothes. From the drawer, he drew out a pair of obsidian daggers in a belt, clipping that around himself. Finally, he picked up a duelling cane that was leaning against the wall, and headed out to see what the commotion was. There were skaa running about outside, chaotic and unsure of what to do. They calmed in his presence, as while there might still be a problem, it was at least no longer theirs to deal with. He didn't bother asking them for a report on matters, knowing they would be useless and ill-informed. Of the two guardsmen that stood by his bedroom door, one remained at his post. He was sweating nervously, casting an eye in the direction his peer must have gone in to investigate. He saluted as Glen left his bedroom. “Sir, any idea what that was?” he asked. Lord Izenry hesitated, then nodded. “I have an inkling of what it could be, but best to be prepared all the same...” He nodded over to the bell-rope in the corner. “As if people weren't alerted already, rouse all the guardsmen. No-one enters or leaves this Keep, and I want other guards here to defend Lady Izenry. Understood?” The guardsman saluted and gave a shout of acknowledgement, trundling over to ring the bell. Lord Izenry didn't stay, but continued onwards, down the stairs. On the way, he almost collided into the head of his guard, another Mistborn. “What news?” he asked, taking the man aside and off the staircase into a small alcove. The man grimmaced. “Bad news, cousin. Our Tineyes report a huge explosion out in the city centre. A lot of the slums are now on fire, but we've got the skaa throwing water on them from the waterways. We think it was probably burning a bit before the explosion though, can't have spread this quickly otherwise. Couple of deaths, but the waterways have helped protect people from the worst of it.” “And we didn't spot it?” Glen asked, giving the man a disappointed and exasperated look. “We don't have enough Tineyes to watch the entire city,” his cousin scowled. “Used to be we could have two eyes on every district, our grandfather used to say. But Allomancy's been weakening, they say, so...” He shrugged. “Normal watchers are no good in the mists, and the smoke just makes it worse.” “Hm, fine. What exploded? No, don't tell me...” “Yeah, that nutter you set up in the labs,” the head guardsman shook his head. “I told you it was dangerous. I mean, getting someone to research fire?” “I would say he found something, at least,” Glen laughed a little. Now he knew it was probably not a deliberate attack on him, his House or his city, he found the situation somewhat amusing. “The latest compound would seem to have generated results. If rather larger ones than I had expected. A pity about the laboratory, however.” “Well, his notes will be gone, but the mind is still around at least. He was in the Keep at the time.” He sighed. “I don't like this...” he muttered. “Well, you are paid to be paranoid in a professional capacity,” Glen Izenry said. “But I will indulge you. Fires happen often enough, particularly with the forges and the proclivity amongst the skaa for ale and narcotics. Why should this be any different than that? An accident which simply has more consequences for a while?” “While it could be, I feel the blaze has spread much too quickly for that. Hitting the alchemical laboratories could be a stroke of misfortune, I agree, but I see that it could equally be an attack on us. Let's face it, it wouldn't take much effort to draw the flames towards it. I know what you're going to say,” he said, raising a hand, “and no, I don't know who. It could be another Great House with designs on the city, or it could be a weaker House trying to make a name for itself. Hell, it could even be the skaa, they're still not as docile as they would like us to think.” “Hmm...” Lord Izenry nodded. “For now, let's double the patrols in the city. If this was a message... Well, they will not find us defenceless when they make their next move.” “Very good, sir.” His cousin saluted and headed off. Lord Izenry sighed and slunk back into a chair, holding a hand into his head. He pulled the bell-rope in the room to summon a servant. “Bring me a bottle of wine from the cellars, and a glass,” he instructed. As the skaa left, he sighed once more. This was going to cause him such a headache. Generation 8 Turn 2 has begun! It will end on Friday the 27th of May at 6PM GMT. Generation 8 Player List little wilson – Larna Wilson Unodus – Metlina Uethorn OrlokTsubodai – Olivia Tekiel Aonar Faileas – Glen Izenry Araris Valerian – Arista Penrod Mailliw73 – Maw Zerrung Deathclutch19 – Jameson Jormundgand Wolverinezzz - Augustus Saxony Elkanah - Karen Peacock Master_Elodin - Ellery Rotec Kinetic - Klen Reiskar 5
Kinetic he/him Posted May 22, 2016 Posted May 22, 2016 (edited) Action 1: Try for another heiraction 2: I offer a contract with the Lord Ruler to build military vesels and to ship his obligators and inquisitors across the seaaction 3: I create vineyards on my Island in the hopes of someday inporting wine to Luthadel My daughter is eligible for marriage and I am accepting any marriage offers. Take a look at my new RP. Joining is now open. Roshar Nationwide Edited May 22, 2016 by Kinetic
Unodus he/him Posted May 27, 2016 Posted May 27, 2016 Sorry it's slightly late x.x Action 3 Who? Metlina in her capacity as House Lady What? Funding the building of a metal refinery in Lansing When? third action Why? Create jobs in Lansing, increase profitability, and create a cheap outlet of metal that will benefit the lower class (Labourers tools) and the higher class (Misting Vials).
Orlok Tsubodai Posted May 28, 2016 Posted May 28, 2016 Apologies for the delay - I had my last day of school ever yesterday, and have had quite a busy week. Action 3: Hold a festival in Fadrex, celebrating the longevity of the Empire and The Lord Ruler, and the birth of twins to House Tekiel
Araris Valerian he/him Posted May 28, 2016 Posted May 28, 2016 I guess my public action is doing nothing. Finals were this last week, and my brother played in the state tennis tournament the day I got back, so life has been busy. But there is lots of time for this game for the next 3 months!
little wilson she/her Posted May 28, 2016 Posted May 28, 2016 I know this is late but my public actions are thus: Action 1: try for an heir, using my hospital to help. Radyn if male and Reesa if female. Action 2: provide extra training and order for the Wilson troops and TLR's troops.
Wyrmhero he/him Posted May 29, 2016 Author Posted May 29, 2016 (edited) Generation 8 Turn 3 Solon Tekiel removed his wide-brimmed hat from his head and wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve. He used the hat as a fan for a short while before the sun's unrelenting gaze forced him to don it once again. “Hot as hell out here,” he grumbled. “You know where we should be?” “No,” his commanding officer, a distant relation far better connected to the main House, responded. “But I imagine it will be impossible for me to stop you from telling me.” “That bloody party!” Solon said, his voice rising up and carrying ahead of them. He didn't care, there was no-one else around other than their troops. There was only wasteland around them, for miles and miles in all directions. Once, there might have been the ruins of a city strewn about, bricks and mortar baked into dust and ashes, but now the only record of their existence was in the Penrod Archives. “Food from all over the Empire; fresh fish from the markets of Lansing, Wilson-baked bread, Urbain wines and spirits... And think of all the music! And the clothes! Imagine all the colours and the people there! “But we aren't there, we are here. And we have a job to do here,” Chiron Tekiel said with a small shrug. “Perhaps if you stopped complaining about all the orders you were given, you would be back in Fadrex with them?” “Come on. I'm a member of the family, as much as you are,” Solon replied. “Well, half as much. But anyway, we're missing the event of our lifetimes! Everyone's invited; family, friends and even enemies! And then there's us, out here, in the middle of nowhere. Just seems wrong to me. What are we even doing here? We're chasing mistwraiths, and there isn't even any mist here. It's an insult to us.” “Some people deserve to be insulted,” Chiron muttered. There was a thump, muffled by the sand, as a person landed next to Chiron's horse. “I quite agree,” he said. “I for one could last until the end of his life without hearing Solon Tekiel speak ever again.” The spikes in his eyes glinted off the sunlight as he grinned. “Of course, if he does continue talking, that life won't be very long.” Solon went pale, even under the sunburn, and stood suddenly to attention. “Sir, I apologise.” “That's better,” the Inquisitor nodded. “Stay like that until I'm gone and you might survive.” He turned to Chiron. “You are Chiron Tekiel, yes? You're the one in charge of this little expedition”. Chiron nodded, swinging his legs off his horse to present himself to the Inquisitor. He offered a hand. “I am Chiron Tekiel, as you say.” The handshake was not taken up on. He dropped it without comment. “You seem to be well aware of our identities; might we know yours?” “I am here representing the Inquisition,” he replied. “That is all you need to know. Now, follow me. There is a task that needs to be done, something which your aid is required on.” “We are, of course, willing to aid you in any way,” Chiron said. “Our purpose here is to deal with miscreants and criminals, so we are at your disposal.” Solon nodded in agreement, desperate to make himself look better before the might of the Steel Ministry. “Yes...” The Inquisitor nodded with a slight sigh, “there is a reason my brothers and I spend so much time here. So far from Luthadel, people seem to believe that The Lord Ruler's rule and law fades away. We are here to disabuse them from that notion. You will help, as you are here. There are crimes here which you would not see.” “What crime would this be?” Solon asked, hovering around, sweating profusely. “How can we help you in your pursuit of The Lord Ruler's justice?” “There is a village nearby, on the edge of civilisation. We are to raze it to the ground and execute its inhabitants.” “Why?” Solon asked. “What did they do?” He looked down immediately when the Inquisitor's gaze turned on him. “Hmm...” The Inquisitor smiled a little. “I suppose I might as well tell you. It is no secret. You remember those so-called Greater Houses which were enemies of the state a century or two ago?” “Heartherlocke, Erikell and Vinid?” Chiron asked, raising an eyebrow. “They are still around, aren't they? Not powerful or large, but they do some odd jobs here and there for other Houses. Are you saying that they are causing trouble again?” “Not the Houses themselves. Erikell and Vinid offshoots have travelled here to the Eastern Dominance. They have created a little village hidden away here, and sneer at our laws.” “Not a pleasant life here,” Chiron replied, looking around. “Perhaps if they were more intelligent, they would have it easier.” “There are some people who are simply insubordinate by nature,” the Inquisitor said. “But they have bred with the skaa and spite the Sliver with their very existence.” He raised his hand. “Now, let us go and deliver righteous judgement upon their miserable little village and make an example of them...” The fire lasted throughout the night and into the red dawn of the new day. The towering inferno reached up into the skies, filling them with ash and dust, blocking the rising sun from view. The scent of burning flesh was all-pervasive, clogging the noses of the soldiers. No-one in the village had been spared. Man, woman and child had been put to the blaze, mostly alive. There were some who had put up a fight and died in combat, mostly Mistings. That was further proof of the village's heresy, the Inquisitor had said. But even those who had been killed while resisting had been nestled within the thatch, a final insult to the dead and horror for the living who were burning beside them. The soldiers sat at the outskirts, silent, carefully not looking at the still smouldering pyre, nor the Inquisitor who had led them here. He seemed pleased with himself, smiling at the re-consecration of this part of the Empire. He had set about his work yesterday with a disturbing amount of cheer, a fervour that reminded them all why Inquisitors were feared and spoken of in quiet tones. “...We should have been at the party,” a still shaken and pale Solon muttered, downing the waterskin with expediancy, in case he threw up instead. “Oh, shut up,” Chiron replied. He sat back and closed his eyes, pretending that the warmth was a roaring fireplace, instead of a horrific massacre. But the sight was burned onto his eyes and into his mind, and he would never eat cooked meat again. Generation 8 Turn 3 has begun! It will end on Friday 3rd at 6PM GMT. Generation 8 Player List little wilson – Larna Wilson Unodus – Metlina Uethorn OrlokTsubodai – Olivia Tekiel Aonar Faileas – Glen Izenry Araris Valerian – Arista Penrod Mailliw73 – Maw Zerrung Deathclutch19 – Jameson Jormundgand Wolverinezzz - Augustus Saxony Elkanah - Karen Peacock Master_Elodin - Ellery Rotec Kinetic - Klen Reiskar Edited May 30, 2016 by Wyrmhero 3
Kinetic he/him Posted June 3, 2016 Posted June 3, 2016 action 1: try for a heir action 2: start producing high luxury wine action3: start shipping wine to Luthadel
Unodus he/him Posted June 3, 2016 Posted June 3, 2016 Action 3 Who? Metlina in her capacity as House Lady What? Sell the Theatre to a well-meaning noble When? First action Why? Pro tip: Don't use theaters, they cost more than they generate.
Araris Valerian he/him Posted June 4, 2016 Posted June 4, 2016 Public actions: Action 1: Who: Arista, as House Lady What: Trying for an Heir Names: Alain (male), Alana (female) Where: Keep Penrod Why: Cuz Kids! Action 2: Who: Arista What: Building a city named Hadrium (using stockpiled stone and wealth) Where: Near the Arguiois Caverns Why: To reestablish a seat of power for House Penrod Action 3: Who: Arista What: Relocating skaa workers that have been adopted into House Penrod to Hadrium Why: To provide labor for the construction of the new city Where: Hadrium
Orlok Tsubodai Posted June 4, 2016 Posted June 4, 2016 Action 1: Hold military festival for the Great Houses - all of whom are invited to attend. Monetary prizes will be awarded to those Houses who distinguish themselves.
little wilson she/her Posted June 4, 2016 Posted June 4, 2016 Larna and Weyr are trying for an heir. If it's a male, Wordek; female, Reesa. The hospital will be put to helping the mortality of the child.
Wyrmhero he/him Posted June 5, 2016 Author Posted June 5, 2016 (edited) Generation 8 Turn 4 Maw sat in the chair in his office, staring at the timepiece on the desk. It was once so beautiful. The pocketwatch was an old relic, an heirloom from ages past. It was a Heron timepiece, a classic of the older days, when things were more defined, more rigid. Better days, perhaps. A period long before his own birth, a time which only immortals remembered these days. The birth of House Zerrung, in the midst of The Final Empire's birth. He frowned at it as it failed to tick on. The watch had survived hundreds of years with occasional winding, a testament to the (now Lesser) House Heron's skills and the quality of their artisans. It had even seen a little combat, the end of the chain sharpened to be a weapon of last resort, or as a thrown weapon, as even a soft metal such as gold was deadly in the hands of a Mistborn. But now it had stopped, the second hand juddering between two seconds for eternity. He took the watch apart, meticulously placing each and every component aside on the desk. There was no repetitive noise now, just silence in the room. He wasn't alone, mind. A kandra attended him to the side, waiting patiently for orders. For the price he had paid for it, he would have expected nothing else. It watched with a certain degree of curiosity, but tinged with aloofness and discipline until he had finished. The watch lay before Maw, everything in its proper place. He stared at it, his hand absent-mindedly digging into his other arm, carving slight marks into the skin. He stopped scratching at the old training wound, and swept his arm across the table, sweeping the device off of it and onto the floor. Springs and cogs fell away, rolling across the floor. He frowned. There should have been more rage there, but instead he felt strangely... empty, almost. That act of rebellion was good in the moment, but it was missing something. Something important. Perhaps he could find it again. He leaned down and picked up the bulk of the pocketwatch by the chain. He stared into the empty watch's interior, as if looking past his reflection in the highly polished gold, into the space beyond it. Then, slowly and deliberately, he picked up the chain's end, and with a steel-infused thrust, stabbed it through his hand, into the desk. His arm hurt. There was a slight noise of discomfort from the kandra, but he (she? Who knew with these things) did not react in any other way. The contract was signed, and even a madman would be his master. Happiness or feelings of security did not come into it; there was only the contract. Maw pulled his hand from the desk, the golden chain hanging off, tearing at the skin. The spike had gone clean through, the point blunted by the wood of the desk. He stood up, the watch face dangling down, pulling his arm with it slightly. The kandra tried not to watch it as it spun faintly. “Why are you still here?” he asked, pulling his wounded arm up to his chest and cradling it a little. He stared at the kandra. “I gave you all an order. You should have gone with them all, to kill everyone in that city. It's better than living under the rule of the Tekiels. Dictators and tyrannisers, all of them.” “The army has been slaughtered,” the kandra replied. “I came to give you that news. The koloss army of The Lord Ruler under General Wilson has killed them, and any that still live have either deserted or been captured for execution. If I or my brethren had gone with them, we too would be dead, and for no reason. I have told you before, we will not kill. You know this.” “Are you not my servants?” Maw asked. He wished he had wine or something to take his mind off things, but there was nothing. His fist clenched around the metal embedded in his palm. The pain was a good substitute. Pain replaced all his other thoughts, which mined away at him constantly. “The contract states that-” “I don't care about your contract!” Maw shouted, before abruptly stopping. “I don't care about your rules,” he repeated softly. “I bought you, and those others. Why won't you obey my orders? The skaa do. Even those in the brothel know better than to complain or to question them. But why won't you?” He looked to the side, as if there was something he didn't want to see. “Why? Why is nothing right?” “You buy our loyalty and our actions, but not our beliefs,” the kandra responded. “Your people have forced us to do some horrific things in the past. We have done them without complaint, as per our contract. Is it so much to say no to this one thing?” Maw continued to half-stare at the kandra, before looking away, out of the window. There was something in the mists tonight, he could feel it. Even without using his bronze, he could feel it. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and was surprised to find it came out like a puff of mist. He shivered, the watch banging against the desk's leg. When had it become so cold? “Fire,” he muttered. “I need fire. Something warm.” “I can find a servant and request some logs for the fire,” the kandra suggested, eager to move away from the current topic of conversation as quickly as possible. “Would that be helpful?” “...We need fire,” Maw muttered as he drew his arm into himself again. His eyes settled on the slums on the city outskirts, and the vague figures he could see walking around with his tin. So small and so insignificant. What must it be like to be them? Cold, he thought. He was in a great building in his finery, and he was cold. But there they were, all in rags and tags, shaking in the mists they feared. “I know...” He said, a wide and manic grin slowly settling onto his face. “The mists make everyone cold. We can drive them away.” he rubbed his hand, the chain rattling as he brushed over it. “They'll never be cold again. Let that be a message to Tekiel! However cold his heart is, mine will be warm. My people will be warm. We'll light up the sky and send the mist and darkness away.” He looked up and across the city, towards Luthadel. The capital was not visible, even from his high vantage point in the keep, but he knew where it was. It was always on his mind, a clarion cry that tried to lure him in. There was darkness there, too, but he knew he could do nothing about that. Not yet, at least. But it was always there, calling him to it. He sat down at the chair, placing the watch and his arm on the desk. He ironpulled on a few pieces, and caught them in his other hand. Placing them on the table, he used his Allomancy again to retrieve his tools. Slowly he started to reassemble to now blood-marked watch. “Round everyone up,” he said to the kandra. The kandra bowed and left, or perhaps more accurately fled. Maw stopped fiddling with the watch, and drew a dagger from his belt. He placed the tip against his arm, and drew it down, neatly opening it up. The cut was shallow, but still bled onto the desk. He sank the blade further in, and then drew it out. He smiled as he lifted the blade up, and stared at his own reflection in the candlelight and the blood. “We will become a beacon,” he muttered to himself. “A beautiful light in the darkness. The whole world will learn what lies within the shadows.” For that, Fellise needed to burn. To become ashes, so it could be rebuilt. Fadrex did as well, to remove the Tekiel stranglehold on it. No, the whole of The Final Empire needed to be reduced to cinders. Ashmounts were destructive, but brought fertility to the surrounding arears with the proper maintenance. Creation could not exist in a stagnant world, there had to be destruction and chaos first to bring about change. He picked up the watch and snapped the glass lens into place. He turned it over in his hand, and with his other, wounded hand, he twisted the key and wound it up. The watch started to tick, and Maw smiled. Everything felt right again. House Tekiel has declared war games! Fabulous prizes to be won (he says)! All you have to do is kill a few traitors from House Zerrung... This is a Global Event. If you are taking part, please let me know. Responding to this event does not take an action. Generation 8 Turn 4 has begun! It will end on Friday 10th at 6PM GMT. Generation 8 Player List little wilson – Larna Wilson Unodus – Metlina Uethorn OrlokTsubodai – Olivia Tekiel Aonar Faileas – Glen Izenry Araris Valerian – Arista Penrod Mailliw73 – Maw Zerrung Deathclutch19 – Jameson Jormundgand Wolverinezzz - Augustus Saxony Elkanah - Karen Peacock Master_Elodin - Ellery Rotec Kinetic - Klen Reiskar Edited June 5, 2016 by Wyrmhero 5
Araris Valerian he/him Posted June 11, 2016 Posted June 11, 2016 Might as well make all this public: Action 1: Who: Arista What: Developing a tourism business at Hadrium for the Caverns Why: To attract visitors to the city so the nobility can see the effectiveness of House Penrod's methods Where: Hadrium Action 2: Who: Arista What: Finding an NPC wife for my heir Where: Hadrium Action 3: Who: Arista What: Moving all of the resources House Penrod has at the University in Fellise to a new location in Hadrium Why: To promote education and to deprive House Zerrung of our knowledge Where: From Fellise to Hadrium Response to the event: House Penrod is pulling out all of the reputation it built up with the skaa of Fellise and telling them to overthrow House Zerrung in favor of the Steel Ministry.
Orlok Tsubodai Posted June 11, 2016 Posted June 11, 2016 (edited) Action 1: Offer my son, Marcus, to the Inquisition Action 2: Arrange a marriage for my son, Gaius, using respect to ensure his wife comes from an allomantically rich bloodline Edit: Increasing detail given in action 2 Edited June 11, 2016 by OrlokTsubodai
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