Heirs to the Final Empire: Roleplaying Thread

[Araris Valerian he/him]

Arandar pondered the invitation from House Urbain. It seemed that his knack for delivering potatoes wasn't quite as sharp as Hadrian's had been.

[Aonar he/him]

Unfortunately, I'm going to be away the last couple days of this turn, and the first couple of the next, so I have to get my actions in now, and don't have time to RP. :/

 

Who: Lady Maerys Izenry

What: Hiring skilled tradespeople and buying better equipment for my Blacksmith.

Where: Luthadel, I think?

When: This is my second action.

Why: To increase the efficiency of my Blacksmiths, and make more Wealth in the long-term.

[Quiver he/him]

Tyren was waiting at the bottom of the step's as the carriage door opened. He nodded curtly to his father as Rolan descended, and if he detected the pewter his father was burning to make the steps, his expression didn't betray it.

 

He's a good son, Rolan thought as he stepped onto the pavement. They were utterly unalike, of course; Tyren took more after his mother. Administrating the Lord Ruler's justice had left Rolan with little time to be a father. That Tyren seemed to understand that -and was loyal and duitful aside- meant he was already worth more than virtually any other noble Rolan could think of. 

 

He looked up at the building, and the wooden skeleton that had been built around it. Tyren noticed his gaze, and led his father into the church.

 

"It's still under construction, obviously," the young man said as they walked into the main hall, "but the work is coming along well."

 

Rolan looked around. Tyren had expanded beyond the simple church he had built before, out and up. Skaa swarmed along on beams of the high ceiling, obviously doing something important. At points along the ceiling, someone had set up a larger platform, upon which artisan's stood with brush and paints, detailing some corner of a vast, interconnected mural. 

 

Rolan noticed Tyren was looking at him. "Impressive," he said. He might not have been able to clearly picture his son's design, but it was clear that he was sparing no expense to upgrade the cathedral, and make it worthy for the Lord Ruler.

 

Is that who he wants it to be worthy of?

The thought entered Rolan's mind, but he quickly threw it aside.

 

He walked towards one of the vast, stone columns connecting ceiling and floor. He ran a gloved hand over a the grooves. Something about it seemed strangely familiar. 

"I recall you said the Lord Ruler appreciated the architecture of the courts," Tyren offered. "The columns are based upon that. With my own alterations, of course."

 

Of course. What had Rashek called it? Khl... something? Rolan rubbed his forehead.

Am I becoming so senile that I cannot recall so simple, he asked himself. He rubbed his eyes with a gloved hand, and looked up.

 

Holes had been cut along the walls, like gigantic arches. Right now, most of them were empty, concealed from the world by sheets and tarps, but this one had been filled with a sheet of glass; or, more accurately, a window made up of smaller fragments of colored glass, pressed together to form an image. This mosaic showed... something. A writhing mass of black tendrils, erupting from the earth.

 

"The Deepness."

 

Tyren nodded, standing next to his father. "We had no idea how to depict it," he admitted, clasping his hands behind his back, "but we did the best that we could. It get's the point across, at least."

 

It did indeed. A dark mass, an evil... something, that was beyond any mortal's comprehension or ability to face. A stolid reminder of what their Lord had overcome.

 

"But this is the piece I'm proudest of," Tyren added. Rolan followed  his son's finger. 

At the head of the room was another larger portrait, this one depicting a man... or rather, a God. It shimmered slightly- Rolan suddenly realized that the glass of the man was mirrored- and stared out over the empty hall, imperious but benevolent.

 

"It's... impressive," Rolan said again. 

"Not quite yet," Tyren replied, a grin breaking his features. He turned his father around, and pointed at the back of the hall. "There will be another sheet of glass there." He pointed up, at a hole cut in the ceiling. "When the sun is bright, it will shine down here. He carefully calculated the angel so that it will shine on the Lord Rashek's image."

He pointed at the arc as he spoke.

 

"The mirrored glass on his image will cause the light to reflect onto the second sheet there. It will be set up so that the light will shine back onto the image of the Lord Ruler, which will send it back to the mirror, and so on." His excitement grew as he spoke. "It took a lot of effort, naturally, but I think a continuous loop such as that will be the best way to depict the Lord Ruler as the Sliver of-"

"Infinity. Yes, I see."

 

It was brilliant. Rolan had an instretchable mind, one ill suited for art or curves. He understood letter's; the law. The stark divides from Right and Wrong. Khleminium architecture, artistic representations of the Deepness... those were thing's he couldn't understand. But even he could recognize the brilliance underlying his son's scheme.

 

"Of course, it will look even better if one is burning tin," Tyren added modestly. "Once it is completed of course."

 

A display that will appeal to a Tineye.

Despite that, Rolan couldn't find it in him to berate his son. Instead, he set a hand on his shoulder, and looked on in silence.

 

Who?- Tyren Queade
What?- Tyren is upgrading the church I built last turn into a Glorious Cathedral.
Where?-Luthadel 
When? 1st action
Why?- Gain good standing with Rashek, and to promote the religion of the Lord Ruler.

Edited July 31, 2015 by Quiver

[Haelbarde he/him]

Overtop of the storefronts lining the street, Edrab could see the Lord Queade’s latest project in the distance. Though portions were covered up while being waiting to be worked on, the improvements made to the original church were impressive. Beside him, his daughter Claudia nattered excitedly about something - the latest dress fashions, or what her friends were doing, or the like. He paid attention enough to grunt when required, and that seem to satisfy her.

 

As they entered the stretch of tailor shops, Claudia’s pace slowed to allow her to take in the variety of cloths and dress styles displayed. She entered a few, spending some time trying on a couple of dresses. She left one store bubbling with excitement over the news of a fashion show hosted by House Urbain, which would showcase a new line of clothing. Eventually her need for window shopping was satiated and they continued on, making their way towards the Cathedral-in-building.

 

He let his thoughts wander. His father would have been surprised to see where Heatherlocke had ended up. He had sworn fealty to Rashek for the immense display of power he had performed. He had known that it was that or be destroyed, but also that while Rashek lived, Heatherlocke could gain some advantage over their peers. He had not anticipated Rashek’s ability to seemingly not age, having planned to encourage Heatherlocke to secede from the Empire upon Rashek’s death. Some Edrab’s own advisors still agreed with his late father, but he wasn’t so sure. He had heard of no other man or god able to do the things that Rashek could. Neither had anyone seen the gift of allomancy before Rashek either. His father hadn’t blessed with allomantic bood, he didn’t know what it was like. His father claimed Rashek was just a man, but he disagreed. The more he saw, the more he was convinced that this man was God.

 

As they rounded a corner, he broke out of his reverie, as before them rose the entrance to the cathedral. After stopping a moment to take in the sight, he began moving towards the building again, Claudia falling silent, though still smiling, still walking alongside.

 

Just some RP for the moment. I'll work out my actions eventually

[Wblk]

The sun slowly set in the horizon, light ash calmly drifting from the sky and faint mist in the distance. Koem sat in his office, his son Shen quietly asleep beside him.

 

He felt weary, having spent much of his energy; perhaps too much. The last few weeks had drained him, and he doubted he could ever fully recover from the stress of dealing with the powers of Luthadel.

 

But I can't die yet. My father made our messengers deliver the word of the Lord Ruler across the Empire. I must accomplish something as well,for my son.

 

Not that there was much left to do, it all relied now upon his servants and more importantly, the Lord Ruler himself. He needed to distract himself with something less...vital.

 

Koem took a piece of paper, and began writing, as the sun disappeared and the city lit up in silent splendor.

 

Like a candle alone in the dark.

 

Action 3:

Who: House Wair

What: Hosting a small ball for all of the nobility, no matter what House, inside Keep Wair.

Why: To entertain and offer a moment of respite for the nobles.

[Adamir he/him]

Not sure if there is or is not a rule against having entirely anonymous actions; the thought just occured to me. Just in case, I'll summarize my actions here. I put them down with more details in a PM.

 

Action 1 - Marrying Beskha to Votir Zerrung, alongside an exchange of Farrsolin Allomancers for Zerrung Wealth as part of the contract

 

Action 2 - upgrading a farm

 

Action 3 - upgrading a mine

 

EDIT: By anonymous actions, I'm talking about actions that aren't put up as public; for example, if I only write the action in a PM, instead of in the main thread.

 

EDIT II: I've added Wealth in the terms

Edited July 31, 2015 by Adamir

[Kasimir he/him]

RP is dead. My thesis killed it. I blame the electrons. Who knew so many people wrote so bloody much about electrons? >>

Sorry, King. I'll make it up to you sometime.

Action Three:

•Who? - Kyril Heron, in his capacity as House Lord.

•What? - Kyril Heron is building an Artisan's Guild in Tremredare.

•Where? - In Tremredare.

•When? - This is my third action for the Turn.

•Why? - Tremredare later becomes a cultural centre in TFE in the books. I'm following that development path by having Kyril start an Artisan's Guild More importantly, Kyril hopes to be able to attract local artisans and to enhance their skills. He eventually plans on employing them in order to improve the city.

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Not sure if there is or is not a rule against having entirely anonymous actions; the thought just occured to me. Just in case, I'll summarize my actions here. I put them down with more details in a PM.

 

Action 1 - Marrying Beskha to Votir Zerrung, alongside some financial transactions as part of the contract

 

What do you mean by 'anonymous actions'?

 

Edit in response to Adamir's edit: You must have at least one public Action each turn. If they are all private, none will go through unless I make a mistake >>.

 

That Action cannot be accepted. You need to state all the terms of the contract, though you do not need to state quantities. For example, you could say 'in exchange for Wealth' or something like that, but not 'some other things'.

 

RP is dead. My thesis killed it. I blame the electrons. Who knew so many people wrote so bloody much about electrons? >>

 

*raises hand*

 

Edit: There are 24 22 hours left in the Turn from now.

Edited July 31, 2015 by Wyrmhero

[Kasimir he/him]

*raises hand*

Yes, Master, I stand corrected, Master, I'll--I'll just go off and meditate in that corne--WHAT'S WITH THAT LIGHTSABER?

Hey, uh, Master, I'm sorry for calling you an old fool and an irresponsible adult, and--

Got it. Shutting up now and meditating. Right away. Uh, yes.

[little wilson she/her]

So I won't be RPing this time or next week, since right now I'm getting ready to leave on vacation and next week I'll be on vacation, and therefore spending more time with family than online, so...yeah. Sorry, not sorry. For now, my action:

Who: Adira Wilson, as House Lady

What: Hiring skilled workers for the Wilson farm and bakery.

When: Action 2

Where: Urteau (for the farm) and Luthadel (for the bakery)

Why: To increase production and profit.

[Araris Valerian he/him]

@Wilson: Yay for vacation! Same here!

Action 1:

Who: Cienthe Penrod, as House Lady

What: Marrying Valeri to Araris, one of the noble mistborn within House Penrod

Where: Keep Penrod

When: First Action

Why: Araris was raised to respect the philosophy of the Penrod's and no other house offered to allow their child to be raised in such a way. Also, extensive genealogies show that Araris has a strong connection to the original mistborn.

Action 2:

Who: Varun, as House Scribe and Arandar, as House Lord

What: Writing a philosophy book about the rights of men

Where: Keep Scriptorium

When: Second Action

Why: To persuade other houses to treat their ska better

Action 3:

Who: Arandar, as House Lord

What: Fixing up the Imperial Archive to better accommodate the new official records it has to take on

Where: Imperial Archive

When: Third action

Why: The Archive was not doing very much before; it only brought a little income with no side effects. Now it actually is part of official Empire business

[Adamir he/him]

I say this every turn, but here goes... I'll write some rp next generation, I'm completely out of ideas this gen. Swapping out Action 2, wherein I had originally decided to upgrade a farm.

 

Action 2

 

Who: Lady Mai Farrsolin and her daughter Bakuda

 

What: Arranging to marry Bakuda Mikhail Elariel, alongside arranging transfers of Farrsolin soldiers for a small amount of Elariel wealth as part of the contract.

 

Where: Keep Elariel

 

When: Action 2, Turn 4

 

Why: To solidify a long-term alliance

[Haelbarde he/him]

A short while later, Edrab was leaving the cathedral. Lord Queade had kindly shown them around, letting them see the impressive work that had been done to the older church. They had been able to discuss what they had needed in relation to business, and it was now getting late. Waiting outside for them was a carriage to convey them back to the keep. Entering the keep led them past a multitude of workers - Heatherlocke had renovations of its own to see to - contracts were being drafted up, and Heatherlocke would soon need to host a wedding or two. The public reception, and the grand hall beyond it needed to be ready to host Luthadel's elite. 

 

Action:

First Action:

• Who? - Lord Heatherlocke is performing this action, in his capacity as House Lord.

• What? - Improving/preparing Keep Heatherlocke to host a wedding/ball

• Where? - At Keep Heatherlocke, in Luthadel (in the Central Dominance, in the Final Empire, on Scadrial, in the Cosmere)

• When? - This is my 1st Action for the Turn.

• Why? - To increase respect from other Houses from the display of wealth, and potentially increase reputation

Edited August 1, 2015 by Haelbarde

[Blank Fate]

Struggling to come up with some decent/relevant RP, I'm afraid Hopefully I'll be able to rectify this later!

Who: Nirana and Barrin Artorius, as the children of the House Lord

What: Barrin Artorius is marrying into House Urbain, as the husband of Glam Urbain. Finn Urbain is marrying into House Artorius, as the husband of Nirana Artorius.

Where: Luthadel

When: Generation 2, Turn 4, Action 1

Why: Who doesn't like a party? Also, some boring stuff like 'better House relations' and 'preserving Allomantic bloodlines'.

[Haelbarde he/him]

So many wedding!

 

But there's only one place to be during Action 2.

[Unodus he/him]

Retleh Turukseed mulled over his wine as he looked over the view from his keep. It was one of those rare moments of the day where there were a gap in clouds- and the city was enveloped with harsh light. He could sense he was approaching the end of his time as a House Lord, and perhaps this may be one of the last times he'd be able to appreciate the view. In his other hand, an assortment of letters from a variety of houses about the house assaults and what should be done about them. Unfortunately, he doubt he would live long enough to see the end of the matter- and that his only daughter would have to finish where he left off. All he could do was prepare his house for the worst, and enjoy the view.Suddenly, the moment was over- and a dark ash cloud passed over the sun once more, and ash begun to fall. Retleh, just as quickly, turned his back and walked away. There was always more work to be done.

 

 

Action 1:

Who: Retleh Uethorn

What: Upgrading Dyeworks
Where: Luthadel

When: Generation 2, Turn 4, Action 3

Why: More Dye=More wealth

[Renegade he/him]

I'm on vacation as well, so I won't be able to do much until about a week from now.

 

Action 3:
Erinald Gardre is setting up an open trading market in their Housing district, in order to allow craftsmen to show off and trade their wares with one another (and to collect taxes from these trades).

[Orlok Tsubodai]

I have, unfortunately, left this too late to add RP, due to an unfortunate sequence of personal problems (primarily to do with my dog injuring her eye badly).

What: Cashing my 'pyramid scheme'

When: First action of the turn

Where: Keep Tekiel

Who: Lord Tekiel

Why: To harvest the generated wealth

[Quiver he/him]

I have, unfortunately, left this too late to add RP, due to an unfortunate sequence of personal problems (primarily to do with my dog injuring her eye badly).

 

 

Sorry about your dog! I hope she's alright...

[Comatose he/him]

OOC:  As you can probably tell by my last minute action, this has been a busy week for me.  Hopefully next gen will be better in the RP department. 

 

GEN 2 TURN 4

 

Action:

Action 2: Arranging a Marriage [PUBLIC]:

Why:  Lord Lysander Elariel and his son and heir, Mikhail Elariel.

What: Arranging the marriage of Mikhail Elariel and Bakuda Farrsolin, including the transfer of a small amount of Elariel wealth for Farrsolin soldiers. 

Where: Keep Elariel

When: Gen 2, Turn 4, Action 2

Why: To solidify an existing alliance.

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Right, the Turn is over. Any events needing a response will be sent out, and then the new Generation will begin tomorrow in 24 hours' time.

[phattemer]

Public Action 3: marrying my son to an NPC named Heiro. Sorry about your dog, Orlok.

[Wyrmhero he/him]

I am putting my foot down from now on with regards to late Actions. None of them will be accepted.

[DanTheSeamonster he/him]

I am putting my foot down from now on with regards to late Actions. None of them will be accepted.

 

 

 

.........crap. 

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Generation 3: To Govern an Empire

 

Turn 1

 

Lord Erikell grimaced as he looked out a window of his House's Keep onto the grounds. "There must be hundreds of men there. No, thousands. At least twenty times our number! What the hell is he playing at?"

 

"I was told it was revenge," his wife, and the head of his House, said. She too scowled. "Three of theirs dead, and they think they can just waltz into our grounds with an army?"

 

"The doors have been barricaded, as you requested, My Lady," guard said as he entered the room and saluted.

 

"Good," Lady Erikell replied. Then she sighed. "We should, perhaps, talk to them. Show that we are not intimidated by them enough to simply hide in our Keep. Perhaps see if they can be made to disappear. We cannot afford a siege anyway."

 

---

 

A coin dropped to the floor before Lord Tekiel, and Lady Erikell dropped to the floor shortly afterwards, followed by her husband. "What," she asked without preamble, "is the meaning of this?"

 

"Is it not obvious?" Lord Tekiel asked. "You attacked my Keep and killed my men. I am here to kill you, your children, your House... Your House will be scattered into the wind, and forgotten. Harsh, perhaps, but examples must be made."

 

"So you march an army to lay siege to our House?" Lord Erikell spat on the ground at his feet.

 

"As The Lord Ruler said, a House that cannot defend itself does not deserve to exist."

 

"So that's why you've got twice as many soldiers with you as your Keep employs? What did you do, grab skaa off the street and force them into uniforms?" Lady Erikell asked.

 

"They are from concerned interests," Lord Tekiel replied. "But they could perhaps be made to... vanish... with the right payment."

 

"You've already stolen enough from us with that damned scheme of yours. Why any of our people thought it sounded like a good idea, I don't know. But enough is enough."

 

"Then I shall accept blood," Lord Tekiel shrugged, "in lieu of gold. There will be enough to paint your Keep with it, I promise you of that. Will you die here with some of your dignity? Or must be starve you to death inside like a coward?"

 

"I wonder how long you can pay your army," Lady Erikell asked. "We'll see who fades first. House Erikell will not be moved from this spot."

 

"Suit yourself." Lord Tekiel said. He moved his hand slightly, and a crossbow bolt flew through the air, striking Lady Erikell in the chest. A second hit Lord Erikell in the arm shortly afterwards, knocking him to the ground.

 

"Y-you bastard!" He shouted, looking over at his wife. He clutched at his arm, pewter giving him the strength to remain focused.

 

"You chose this course," Lord Tekiel responded. "Be thankful at least you won't have to watch your children die before you." He nodded again, and his men raised their crossbows again. "Give my regards to your wife when you see her again."

 

There was a great sound of wood smashing against steel, followed by Lord Tekiel's men hitting the ground with excessive force.

 

Raynah dropped into the circle of collapsed soldiers, before burning steel and sending the men flying once more in all directions. Shortly after her appearance, another pair of black-clad shapes dropped to the ground: The Lord Ruler, and Benedict.

 

"Lord Ruler?" Lord Tekiel asked, somewhat taken aback by the sudden appearance. "I- My Lord, it's an honour for you to-" Suddenly, he was hurled to the ground by a steelpush, his metal rings threatening to break his fingers.

 

The Lord Ruler picked him up by the collar, as though he weighed nothing, holding him close. "This I will not stand," he hissed. "You gather an army to yourself, you march thousands of men through my streets, and you declare open warfare on one of my nobles. What were you thinking?"

 

"My-My Lord!" Lord Tekiel spluttered in his grip. "He attacked my keep! I thought you approved of retribution! You said you didn't care if we sought vengeance!"

 

"I said I didn't care if you did that privately. This is tantamount to declaring a civil war within my Empire!" He dropped Lord Tekiel onto the ground. "Not to mention that you apparently need twenty times the men he has for your vengeance."

 

"I... Thank you, My Lord," Lord Erikell said, pushing himself up a bit. He tried not to look at his wife's body.

 

"Be quiet. I am not doing this out of any obligation to you. Your House was stupid enough to take part in this when you couldn't deal with the backlash." He looked back to Lord Tekiel. "Get up," he commanded. "Both of you."

 

Lords Tekiel and Erikell stood carefully, the latter still clutching at the crossbow bolt is his arm. "Erikell, go wait in your Keep." Lord Erikell nodded and dropped a coin. He hesitated and took a step towards her body. "No. Leave her."

 

"I... As you wish, My Lord," he said, before pushing back up to climb the Keep.

 

Lord Tekiel waited, flinching as The Lord Ruler turned his gaze onto him. "As for your treasonous actions today..."

 

"My Lord, I meant no disrespect-"

 

"And yet you have shown that you disrespect my rule, and care little for the stability of my Empire."

 

"My Lord, give me the chance, and I will make this right for you!"

 

"I'm glad to hear that," The Lord Ruler smiled cruelly. "Then I want you to decimate the army you brought here."

 

"...My Lord?"

 

"Divide your archers, your soldiers, your officers and so on into groups of ten. Determine one of them at random. The other nine will beat the tenth to death. You will leave the bodies here to rot. Do I make myself clear?"

 

"...Yes, My Lord," Lord Tekiel nodded. "Perfectly."

 

"Good. Benedict will make sure it is carried out to my specifications," The Lord Ruler responded. "There will be even more repercussions if I am defied again."

 

---

 

Lord Heron stepped down from his carriage, and his gaze immediately shifted upwards to examine the twisted mass of iron spires that made up Kredik Shaw. It was not the first time that he had seen it, but it was always an impressive, if somewhat ugly, sight.

 

Another carriage rolled up behind his, and Lord Heron waved his own onwards. Out of this one, Garek Urbain stepped out, giving Lord Heron a wide and informal grin. "Don't suppose you know why I've been dragged out of bed?"

 

Lord Heron sighed and bit a comment back about the lateness of the hour. "No, Lord Urbain. I suspect The Lord Ruler wishes to keep things close to his chest, for the time being. But when he calls for us to attend a meeting, who are we to deny this?"

 

"Ha! You're right about that!" Lord Urbain slapped him on the back, causing him to stumble a little under the weight of it. Lord Urbain was clearly burning pewter almost constantly, if he was doing it now, and here. "Nothing like a bit of mystery, eh? Now that's something we can't deny!"

 

"Well, yes, quite," Lord Heron muttered as he straightened his suit. "Shall we then?" He gestured towards the door. Lord Urbain nodded and went ahead, whistling to himself.

 

---

 

Lord Wair arrived at the designated meeting room from a different door to the rest. He was early for the meeting, but it seemed he was the last to arrive; The only ones absent were Lord Erikell and Lord Tekiel, but that was understandable in the circumstances.

 

Lord Wair entered the room from further in Kredik Shaw, and took one of the seats. He looked around at all his peers, counting as he did. "We are all here," he said. "So who are the other seats for?"

 

"I was wondering that myself," Lord Queade said. "I doubt The Lord Ruler has a meeting room of this size for no reason... Has anyone heard anything?"

 

"If we had, do you think we would tell you?" Lord Farrsolin asked. "Use your head, Lord Queade."

 

"I hardly think now is the time for secrecy," Lord Queade replied. "We will find out, in a few minutes."

 

"I'd rather spend this time trying to find a match for my daughter," Lord Izenry replied. "It baffles me that my daughter, as a direct descendant of Aodhan Izenry, has so few suitors."

 

"Perhaps they feel that she isn't quite the match you feel she is..." Lord Elariel commenteed. "It's all very well to have pride in your House, Lord Izenry, but-"

 

"Quiet!" Lord Queade hissed. "Can't you feel his approach?"

 

The room fell silent, as a feeling of dread started to encroach upon each of them. In the flickering torchlight of the corridor into the heart of Kredik Shaw, a silhouette started to take form. No, several shapes appeared, closely following The Lord Ruler as he entered the room.

 

"What are these kandra doing here?" Lord Zerrung asked. "Are these bodysnatchers meant to be our equals now?"

 

"I did not give you leave to speak," The Lord Ruler said as he took his place. His bodyguard stood behind him, silent. She was getting on in years, but looked surprisingly young for them. Beside her, a younger gentleman recognisable as Benedict Elariel stood quietly. He was dressed in the same black attire as Raynah, and watched the proceedings nervously, scratching at his chest a little.

 

"I... apologise, my Lord," Lord Zerrung muttered.

 

The Lord Ruler sat there for a brief moment, taking a sip of the wine provided for them, before he started to speak. "It has been brought to my attention that many of you have been taking control of these... 'kandra', as they call themselves. Well, perhaps not necessarily those present. I doubt Lord Heron would even get up in the morning if his wife didn't tell him to."

 

"Some of your people have also been making sport of them, I gather. Treating them as though they were mere Mistwraiths. Kandra are not the beasts that their cousins are; a delegation of them arrived from their homeland recently, and appealed to me for help. I have decided to be gracious enough to hear them."

 

"My Lord, this is the first we have heard of your opinions on this matter," Lady Wilson said. "If you had made your views on this known to us earlier-"

 

The Lord Ruler raised his hand to silence her. "I have no quarrel with your making use of them," he said. "But we must come to a compromise. We are here to make a deal. You shall purchase the services of kandra, rather than taking command of their will."

 

"And what, exactly would kandra need? They can't exactly go down to the marketplace and purchase baywraps, can they?" Lord Protegat asked. "And for that matter, what about the fact that they have been killing our people as well?"

 

"That is what we are here for," The Lord Ruler smiled slightly. "To decide on the terms of this contract between the nobility of Luthadel and the kandra."

 

"So what can they be paid in?" Lord Penrod asked. "I have no idea if they even eat."

 

In response, The Lord Ruler placed a silvery bead before him on the table; a bead that many recognised from the prize given to Lord Wilson at the games. "This metal is known as atium. I did not disclose this to your ancestors, but atium and gold are Allomantic. The Mistborn amongst you can burn them, and I think the effects of atium will be of most use to you."

 

"I've never heard of this 'atium'," Lord Artorius said, though he regretted saying that very quickly. "Uh, I apologise, My Lord. I just mean that it must be very rare."

 

"You may only purchase atium through my aides," The Lord Ruler replied. "I do not wish it to be widely available, nor will I reveal its source to you. You are correct in saying that it is rare, but its power certainly makes up for that fact."

 

"And which aides would these be, My Lord, if you don't mind me asking?" Lord Artorius asked.

 

"Recent events have shown me that I may not be able to rely on you keeping each other in check," The Lord Ruler said. "I am currently in the process of designing an organisation for that. You will be informed, when that is ready, so that you may purchase atium from them." He smiled. "I look forward to seeing what you do with the ability to see through the currents of time."

 

 

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Generation 3, Turn 1 has begun! It will end at 6PM BST on the 8th of August.

 

The weakening of the Allomantic lines prevents new Allomancers taking control of kandra. All currently placed kandra have become free from their bonds and have disappeared. You will still gain information from G2T4.

 

I am now changing how public Actions work slightly. If you have no public Action, then I will select one at random from your Actions this turn to publicise. I will also only accept 'Try for an Heir' publicly once per Generation, from now on. I also hope to see a bit more RP.

 

Gold and atium have been revealed to be Allomantic when burnt by Mistborn.

 

The Steel Ministry has been founded, and Steel Ministry Reputation is now a visible statistic.

 

Your people have become more demanding. At the end of the Generation, your House will consume food and luxury items. If your House does not own either or both, your Reputation will take a hit.

 

The Canton of Resource

Atium cannot be produced by Mines. You may instead purchase atium directly from the Canton of Resource, at the same cost of a Tier 2 Good (currently 7 Wealth).

 

A contract may be purchased through the Canton of Resource for the purchases of a kandra. This currently costs one shipment of Atium every four Turns, though that can be paid with Wealth rather than with Atium.

 

The Canton of Resource also wishes to take control of trade routes. Each Turn, they will take one Canal or Road off each player, compensating them above market rate.

 

The Canton of Hegemony

The Canton of Hegemony is in charge of the laws and ruling of the Empire. Players may apply to this Canton for Governance of cities, as well as for other particularly high-up, unique positions in the Empire. These are known collectively as Stewardships, and a player may only have one Stewardship at a time. Some may be granted to a player due to prior actions (though you can always turn it down if you wish).

 

The Canton of Orthodoxy

The Canton of Orthodoxy is now your method to reach The Lord Ruler's ear. All requests to him now go through his church, and they oversee the organising of the other Cantons. Contracts must be signed with a member of the Canton of Orthodoxy present, though this is mostly flavour and does not affect your Actions.

 

This Canton is also in charge of maintaining skaa-noble relations; i.e., that no-one has children with them.

 

The Canton of Finance

This Canton is now where the vast majority of your Wealth is stored and moved around in. Players may donate money to the various Cantons via the Canton of Finance. The player who donates the most each Turn will gain respect and reputation points. The rest, sadly, get nothing.

 

This Canton also oversees inflation and prices in The Final Empire. This Generation, there are no increases in prices for Goods, but the Standard Action Cost is now 4 Wealth.

 

Due to the Urbain fashion show, the buy and sell price of Clothing have each increased by 1 Wealth for this Generation.

 

House Tekiel's long-term investment scheming has cost members of every House; Each other House has lost 1 Wealth.

 

Generation 3 Player List

1. little wilson - Gwynne Wilson
2. Gamma Fiend - Glam Urbain
3. Unodus - Lucy Uethorn
4. Adamir - Anders Farrsolin
5. Blank Fate - Doran Artorius
6. Venture Mistborn - Rowan Orielle
7. OrlokTsubodai - ? Tekiel
8. Comatose - Mikhail Elariel
9. Aonar Faileas - Cifan Izenry
10. Quiver - Tyren Queade
11. wblk - Shen Wair
12. phattemer - Apollonus Erikell
13. Araris Valerian - Valeri Penrod
14. Renegade - Naryan Garde
15. Shallan - Cladent Vinid
16. Haelbarde - Casper Heatherlocke
17. Mailiw73 - Votir Zerrung
18. The Crooked Warden - Octavia Protegat
19. Kasimir - Aniketos Heron
20. RadiantRaven7 - Ryna Ravir
21. CraigJohn - Jessica Sarasvati

 

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Edited August 8, 2015 by Wyrmhero