Heirs to the Final Empire: Roleplaying Thread

[Adamir he/him]

Regnus watched with grim fascination as the Hazekillers trained.

 

Six of Lady Venture's servants stood in strict formation with wooden staves and shields. Another six standing directly behind them had wooden javelins and bows with stone-tipped arrows. Hazekillers seemed to cost almost nothing in terms of equipment, and while they would get cut down in moments by a trained soldier, a trained soldier would get cut down in moments by an Allomancer. Stratagems danced through his head as he considered how to best fit this new soldier classification under his military. Crossbows, bolas, blowpipes and wooden tower shields, none with a speck of metal...

 

Lady Venture's Hazekiller training could prove useful, in the long run. House Farrsolin's Allomantic bloodline was no longer as strong as it had been. It could be useful to have soldiers to counteract Mistborn when, given a few hundred years, his own Mistborn may be unable to do so.

 

Action 1

 

Who: Lord Regnus Farrsolin

What: Sending soldiers to Lady Venture's Hazekiller program

Where: Lady Venture's Keep in Luthadel

Why: So as to maintain a trained force meant to deal with Allomancers, and so that graduates from Lady Venture's training program could teach other Farrsolin soldiers how to better defend themselves.

 

EDIT: Spending 10 Wealth.

 

EDIT II: Spending the regular 5 Wealth.

Edited October 13, 2015 by Adamir

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Some additional information on the training program:

For the original 5 Wealth cost, you get 5MP. For each extra Wealth you spend, you get an additional MP. 

 

I can categorically confirm that Winter has no ability to grant you extra MP, unless she's trading it away herself. While I may be willing to give out bonuses, it should be made clear that this is not something that has been agreed upon with me yet.

[Wyrmhero he/him]

I will just say that if enough people join, and depending on who joins, extra MP could be granted to those participating. However, as a disadvantage, it is also possible for you to gain less MP than normal too.

Edited October 13, 2015 by Wyrmhero

[Kasimir he/him]

Sorry ah, I otang RP again. Add to my tab, add to my tab.

Action One:

•Who? - Kyrus Heron in his capacity as Steward of Tremredare.

•What? - Kyrus Heron is going to upgrade the policing (see: law and order/peacekeeping) forces of Tremredare, through training them to increase their level of professionalism.

•Where? - Within Tremredare.

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

•Why? - Kyrus hopes that by upgrading the policing forces within Tremredare, this will improve public order and lawfulness within the city. He believes that this will turn Tremredare into a more stable city, and that people are happier if they can go about their business without being beaten up or robbed.

[Araris Valerian he/him]

So apparently you can't just splurge on actions to make them more effective... My house is incapable of spending all of its income with the 4 wealth standard action cost...

 

Action 1:

Who: An Penrod

What: Promoting the development of culture by offering to pay a potion of new building costs in Fellise for the rest of the generation (1 wealth for regular buildings, 3 for buildings related to history, philosophy or scholarship in any way, if I can specify this)

Why: Fellise has very little production currently and needs to get started, and House Penrod has too much wealth

Where: Fellise

When: First Action

Edited October 14, 2015 by Araris Valerian

[STINK he/him]

Unfortunately I can't RP right now, but I'll hopefully edit in the RP later.

 

 

Who: Leyton Domos

What: Trying for a heir

Why: He wants children.

Where: His bedroom

When: First Action

 

[Araris Valerian he/him]

Action 2:

Who: An Penrod and her unnamed husband

What: Trying for an heir (names: female=Arelle, male=Hadrian the 2nd)

Why: Because Kids

Where: Fellise

When: Second Action

 

Action 3:

Who: An Penrod

What: Building and upgrading a lumber mill

Why: Because Wyrm had to go and change the rusting mechanics of my paper mill

Where: On the outskirts of Fellise

When: Action 3

[Wblk]

Action 1

 

What: Trying for an heir

Suggested Names: Male- Weal Female- Irim

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Grace Urbain impatiently tapped her finger on her glass, the sharp sound of her painted nail rapping against the glass repeating rang throughout the room.

 

"I'm bored." She declared to the empty room, holding her empty glass out to nobody.

 

She seemed to have forgotten to hire a steward to wait on her. She sighed in irritation. 

 

She though being a House Lord would be more prestigious. More enticing. More.... something. Instead it was just dull reports and maintaining the 'Dignity of the Upper Echelon'. Whatever that meant. She just didn't think it'd be so.... dull.

 

She did smile at the one little rumour going around regarding her run in with one of the mysterious Inquisitors. That had certainly not been dull. Her heart had even raced in a way she was sure had nothing to do with being rioted. She had to laugh at the notion that she was ambushed by the Inquisitor, or even nervous or terrified. In fact, it had all gone according to plan. But hey, if other houses wanted to gossip about such affairs, then who was she to discourage them?

 

That was when she had a marvelous idea. She grabbed her mistcloak and flew off through the night into the mists.

 

---

 

In the morning, as the mists departed, like in the fashion of her forefather Gamic, Grace had decided to host an affair that the nobility of Luthadel could not refuse. A marvelous ball, one to usher in the new generation and to showcase the wealth and grace of House Urbain. Or at least the notes embedded into the doors of each of the House Lords' manors said as much. Each note had been pinned onto a large metal spike and steelpushed into the doors with enough force to make sure they couldn't be easily pulled out. Or ignored. Grace had pinned a similar note on every single door of every single piece of property owned be her peers. And she personally knew that only one burning pewter would be strong enough to pull it out.

 

Yes. She had hoped each and every fellow noble had gotten the message loud and clear.

 

Action 1:
Grace Urbain is hosting a ball! And you are all invited! Just please make sure to bring your personal invitation, fully in tact and not ripped or torn in any fashion. Such invitations will be declined, and the holder denied entry.

[Renegade he/him]

"Bremin, I hate work," Elden sighed from behind a large pile of papers, his head in his hands.

 

"I believe that many would share that sentiment, cousin," the man said, lounging on an armchair across from Elden.

 

Elden picked up the top sheet of paper and looked it over.  "Fine, then I despise work.  I loathe work.  I absolutely abhor work."

 

"You've been reading my new book, I see?" Elden's cousin said, amused.

 

Elden pulled out a pen.  "I hate that book too.  And why did you call it 'thesaurus'?  It would make far more sense had you called it 'synonymous' or something."

 

Bremin chuckled.  "But you cannot deny that it is certainly helpful."

 

"It is most certainly not helpful!  Because of your stupid book, I have to read documents scattered with esoteric words that people think will 'enhance' their writing.  All it does is make my life more difficult."

 

"I'm afraid you can't stop progress, cousin."

 

Elden put his pen aside and looked over his mound of papers at his cousin.  "Progress?  You call this progress?  My dear cousin, this is not progress, this is simply novelty.  Detestable novelty, at that."

 

Bremin shrugged.  "If you say so.  But this thesaurus can bring the power of words to the common man."

 

"To the skaa?  Would you not have to first teach them how to actually read?"

 

Bremin nodded.  "As I said, progress."

 

Elden turned back to his work.  "Bah, enough of your scholarship, cousin.  Such thoughts will only get you killed by the Steel Ministry."

 

"Perhaps," Bremin said nonchalantly, rising from the armchair.  "But think of this, cousin: do you wish to live in an endless cycle, seeing no progress?  Because I have been reading up on hundreds of old documents, and they all point to the fact that there has been far less progress since the Lord Ruler has taken power.  All that have occurred are wars that have accomplished nothing but the deaths of thousands of innocents.  But if we were to educate the skaa, think about..."

 

"Enough!" Elden shouted.  "Spread your heretical notions elsewhere!  I, for one, wish to keep my head attached to my spine."

 

Bremin opened the study's door and left without a further word, leaving Elden with an ashmount of work to do.

 

Action 1: Elden Gardre is bringing some of their finest ornamental bowls and dishes to the House Urbain ball, in order to maintain friendly relations with House Urbain, and to show off the House wares.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Action 3: Build an iron mine and blacksmith in Urteau.

[TheMightyLopen he/him]

Lord Owain Nohr sat in his study, thinking deep thoughts about justice and other such things.
 
  ...But if he was a friend of mine, would I have been so quick to mete out punishment? Justice can only be attained if the judge is unbiased in every situation, not just when it is convenient, or when the mood strikes to be fair. Consistency is the key. And yet, I cannot be so proud that I will not admit to a mistake, if one has been made. I am but a human after all. Of course, I must take great care in my decisions as they can affect hundreds, if not thousands, of lives. Yes, if I can just...
 
His thoughts were interrupted by a quick knock at his door.
 
Must I be bothered every 5 minutes? "Enter" Owain said roughly, a little upset at having his thoughts so rudely cut off.
 
A man of indeterminate age carrying a large book quietly entered the room, closing the large brass doors behind him.
 
"Ah, Virion, my good friend and advisor, is something wrong? You know how I feel about being interrupted when I'm thinking" Owain said.
 
"Pardon me, my Lord, but it is quite a while past our appointed time to discuss the affairs of the House, so I came to ask if you would like to discuss matters now or if you'd like to wait until tomorrow" Virion said in a low, calm voice.
 
"I didn't realize that so much time had gone by" Owain said. "Now is as good a time as any I suppose."
 
"Very well, my Lord" Virion said as he opened his large book and began to inspect the contents. "I am very pleased to inform you that our hospital has just been completed."
 
"Ah, wonderful."
 
"There is also the matter of the message we received from Lady Tamsa Wilson pertaining to her newfound status as Stewardship of Arranged Marriages. She would like to know if you accept her terms and fee."
 
"Ah yes, I've heard about that. An interesting idea. Accept her contract, as it seems it will benefit House Nohr greatly."
 
"As you say, my Lord. We have received another message, although the delivery was quite...unique, to say the least. House Urbain is hosting a ball for all the Lords and Ladies, House Nohr included. It could be a good opportunity to mingle with the others and possibly show our wares."
 
"Hm, I suppose it is at that. I do need to make more contacts and a ball seems an excellent place to do just that! Hopefully I can make some good allies as well as show off a bit" Owain said with a small grin. "Anything else that needs my attention?"
 
"I believe that is all for today my Lord."
 
"Wonderful. Now, I would like to get back to my ponderous ways, if you don't mind."
 
"Of course, my Lord. Good day and pleasant pondering" Virion said as he shuffled out of the room.
 
Curious man, Owain thought as he watched the quiet man leave. I've known him all my life, but I still don't think I understand him. What makes him work as hard as he does? Ah well. I don't believe I have time for such heavy thinking at the moment. Too much to do.

 

Action

Who: Lord Owain Nohr
What: Agreeing to Wilson's terms as Stewardship of Arranging Marriages
When: This is my first Action
Where: Um, Keep Nohr I guess?
Why: It is an efficient way to construct marriages

Edited October 16, 2015 by TheMightyLopen

[Curious Anamaximder he/him]

Action 1:

Sending Soldiers to Ventures Hazekiller Program. I will pay the 5 Wealth.

[Kasimir he/him]

Kyrus Heron #2: Chiaroscuro

Kyrus Heron sighed as he regarded the note that had been all but nailed to the front door of Keep Heron. “And I suppose you didn’t consider stopping her?” he asked the sentry on duty, sardonically. He waved off any possibility of a reply. “Never mind.” No guardsman would have, if he valued his life, attempted to stop a House Lady (as the case was) from doing what she set her mind to.

Particularly when she was an Allomancer.

“My older sister has always been difficult to resist,” Fianna said, dryly. She eyed the spike driven into the door and tugged at it, and then raised an eyebrow. “And she always wanted to go the extra mile with the dramatics.”

Kyrus made his own attempt at removing the spike, testing it. It remained firmly driven into the door. There was no help for it then; he burned pewter and braced himself and yanked. In a rush of power, the spike ground free of the wooden door. He eyed it with distaste, thought of tossing it aside, and then thought the better of it. The door, however, was ruined.

“I never really liked that door anyway,” he said, studying the ragged hole in the wood the spike had left.

“I don’t know,” Fianna said. “It does lend our door a certain character, doesn’t it?”

Kyrus snorted. “Character is right,” he said. “Indignity might be a better term.” He slipped the invitation free of the spike that had imprisoned it and held it out to her.

Fianna took it and glanced at it. Wistfully, she said, “I haven’t attended a ball in a long time.”

“You know I wouldn’t stop you,” Kyrus replied.

“I know that,” Fianna agreed. She held the invitation, as though it were something fragile. And perhaps it was: House Urbain did not always hold balls, and this, Kyrus suspected, was one more noteworthy than most. “I haven’t spoken with Grace in a long time.”

“Were you close?”

Fianna studied the invitation. “Somewhat,” she said, at last. “Grace was always the more elegant one, the one who was preparing to become House Lady. I knew that from the beginning. She would never lose her composure; you never really knew what she was thinking. Or maybe she was that way when it was just the two of us. I used to try to annoy her, when we were younger. I just wanted to see what made her tick.” She folded up the invitation, taking care not to damage it. Her mouth twitched in an expression Kyrus could not quite make out. “I was young,” she offered.

“We all were, at some time,” Kyrus replied. He thought of his own childhood, spent at the glass workshop of Master Tormod, now aging and reaching the point at which he had decided he would retire. He thought, as well, of the distance that had sprung up between himself and Thales, except that he could simply never remember a time when he and Thales had been quite close.

They had been fire and water, or, rather, water and oil; settling apart in layers that occasionally touched but could never mingle.

“Are you going?” Fianna asked.

Kyrus shook his head. “I’ll have to see to the door,” he said. “And then I plan on making the journey to Tremredare to see how the recruitment and training efforts are going.” He offered her a nod. “You were right; the policing force is getting long in the tooth.”

And so had Thales; he remembered his younger brother rolling his eyes as he spoke of the work he did on glass with Master Tormod. He knew how to shape glass, how colour and light drew the eye, how to cast pieces of coloured glass in a frame for a work of art that would last generations, that could endure, that could speak to the essential heart of men just as much as it did to their eyes.

There were mosaics in the public squares of Tremredare that had been his work, the colours carefully selected to gleam bright even despite a faint covering of ashes.

None of that taught him how to run a city, and for all he’d learned the business of governance with his father once his apprenticeship had run its course, it struck him that he still knew terribly little.

He hadn’t a mind for numbers, for large policies that affected all the people he was supposed to be in charge of. He knew how things should be, but not how to make things work. He knew what the possibilities were, but not which were feasible.

Thales would’ve known, Kyrus thought. And perhaps Thales had been right in accusing their father of squandering time he should’ve spent learning governance on glass.

And yet…

Fianna was like Thales, in that way. She saw the bigger picture, grasped the consequences intuitively, saw what had to be done and how to do it. He never did.

“Go with me?” Fianna asked. She reached out, and took his hand.

“I should be in Tremredare,” Kyrus replied. “And I’m not overly fond of dancing.”

“You haven’t spoken to Grace either,” Fianna said.

“I’ve been busy.”

Still, he acknowledged the point.

“It’s a small indulgence,” Fianna said. “The situation in Tremredare isn’t about to boil over anytime soon, and you’ve heard the old expression about watched pots and boiling. I would like it very much if you came with me. And I’ll come with you to Tremredare.”

“Well,” Kyrus Heron said, heavily. “I suppose it doesn’t do to go without speaking to your in-laws for several years, hmm? All right then. I’ll go.” He smiled. “Let’s see if Grace knows anyone who can do something about the hole she’s put in our door…”
 
-
 
I'd like to make it clear that this is Fianna Urbain's impression of her older sister, and hopefully this should not be taken as any kind of characterisation of Grace Urbain since I mostly have your post to go off, Gamma. Any issues and I'll change things up.

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Do we need an action to attend?

Do I need an action for the ball?

 

I swear I'm not ignoring you, I just forgot to respond >>.

 

No, you don't. It's basically fluff/RP. Balls happen every single day in Luthadel, so the only time actions/reactions would be required is if it is in some way unique or special.

[Unodus he/him]

Gaudium picked through the thicket that had taken over his forefathers personal greenhouse. Admitably, Gaudium and his mother had neglected the garden their ancestors had begun- and the potatoes Turukseed had planted had since overgrown dramatically. Only the house lord was allowed to tend the garden, by tradition, and over the years the potatoes had multiplied dramatically- spilling out onto the floor, and spreading out into the corners of the room. It amazed Gaudium how little water and sunlight the plants had needed to thrive, how much had The Lord Ruler altered the plants during his acension in order for them to survive so well? There must be a leak in the greenhouse somewhere. With a sense of resolution, Gaudium started to tidy the place- the paperwork could wait for now. He made a mental note to not let the garden slip this badly again.

 

Action 3

Who? Guadium, in his capacity as House Lord

What? Offering the cooperation of the 6MP I have invested in policing Luthadel to the Steel Ministry

When? third action

Why? My men have been policing the center of the Final Empire for generations, I imagine their experience- or at least the records of crimes they've collected over the years- will be of use to the Steel Ministry, should they require it. This action of goodwill is intended to show House Uethornes willingness to cooperate with the Steel Ministry in the name of exposing corruption.

[Orlok Tsubodai]

Once again, no RP...

What: Upgrading 2 banks

Where: Fadrex

When G4T2A2

Who: Lady Tekiel

Why: To increase the income of House Tekiel

[DanTheSeamonster he/him]

Tacitus sipped wine from his goblet. He could feel his blood begin to boil, could practically hear it. How dare she! He looked at the invitation to  Urbain's ball. He had found it stuck in his door that morning, he had to use pewter to remove the blasted thing for The Lord Ruler's sake! Still, no one had been hurt and it was not as if she was threatening his House.

"Dear?" He called to his wife. 

"Yes?" She answered from their bedroom. 

"How do you feel about going to a ball?" 

"I would love to! But first, come here for one moment. I have something to show you." Her voice had gone silky smooth at that last bit and Tacitus rose an eyebrow, intrigued.

"I'm on my way," he said as he stood. 

 

Who: Tacitus Protegat 

What: Trying for an heir 

Where: Keep Protegat

When: G4T2A1

Why: To secure an heir for line Protegat

[little wilson she/her]

I'd RP, but I really just don't have the energy right now.

 

Action 2

Who: Tamsa and Ohwen Wilson, as a married couple

What: Trying for an heir

Where: Why? You have voyeuristic tendencies?

Why: To hopefully gain another child so they can form more alliances with other Houses

 

Male: Whyan

If I don't provide a female name, would that mean I'd automatically get a male? Does it work like that? Why are you frowning at me, Wyrm? It's a simple question.... Oh, fine. Female: Mayryl. Happy? I just want a son. Is that so much to ask?

[Haelbarde he/him]

RP to come

 

Action:

• Who? - Lord Heatherlocke

• What? - Setting up a Hospital

• Where? - Lansing City

• When? - This is my 2nd Action for the Turn.

• Why? - To improve health in Lansing City

Edited October 17, 2015 by Haelbarde

[Comatose he/him]

GENERATION 4, TURN 2

Valerie Elariel

 

Valerie looked in distaste at her surroundings.  At best, the decor and furniture were dated.  At worst, they were positively ancient.  This hotel had once been a key stone of House Elariel's business ventures.  However, as generations passed, House priorities had shifted away from the hotels as a means of producing income, and on to other ventures.  While her father had done much to advance Elariel's station and wealth in his time as House Lord, he had done little to improve the state of the Elariel hotels, leading to the scene Valerie surveyed now.  

 

"I don't suppose our suites are any better?"  Valerie didn't know why she was asking.  She had read the ledgers.  She knew how much Elariel money had been spent on maintaining the hotels in recent years, and it wasn't much.  

 

"Every room in the hotel is cleaned with the same diligence and care, Lady Elariel, and my staff has made every effort to keep our customers satisfied."  The manager hesitated, wetting her lips  nervously.  House leaders were not known for taking criticism well, a stereotype Valerie hoped to subvert.   

 

"Speak, Adusan.  Any criticism you have will not be punished.  I do not blame our recent decline in profits on you."  

 

The manager, an Elariel herself, though of low rank, relaxed visibly.  "Thank-you, Lady Elariel.  As I said, we've done our best to see that every guest is well taken care of, but, without updated facilities, there's no way we can attract higher class clientele, and . . ."

 

"And wealthy clients are the only ones who matter, since they are the only ones who can afford to travel.  I see your point, Adusan.  Thank-you for your honesty."  Valerie frowned, doing the math in her head, juggling sums and accounts, trying to figure out which assets she could free up to use for the renovations.  "Well then, I suppose we have no choice.  We certainly can't sell the hotels, not as they are, anyways, and as you've pointed out, they won't be producing an income much longer if we don't update them.   Coordinate with the other managers, and draw up a detailed renovation plan and budget, and wait for my approval.  In the mean time, I'll see what funds I can get together."  

 

Actions:

Action 2: Upgrading Elariel Hotels (Public):

Who: Lady Valerie Elariel
What: Upgrading Elariel Hotels.
Where: Luthadel, Fadrex.
When: Gen 4, Turn 2, Action 3.
Why: To increase earnings from hotels, and overall income.  

[Quiver he/him]

Action 1

Who: Senna Queade and her husband

What: Trying for an heir

Where: The bedroom. They are quite dull when it coems to that sort of thing.

Why: To hopefully gain another child so they can form more alliances with other Houses

 

Male: Saelm

Female: Shan

[Haelbarde he/him]

I've changed my public action, just in case that's relevant to anyone.

[Haelbarde he/him]

I edited my previous post, to avoid confusion (I'm building a hospital instead of a police station, is all)

[Shallan she/her]

Public Action 2:

Attempt to get the Inquisition to like me. Basically I am just going there and explaining that I am not going to do anything stupid, and that I would like to help them in any way I can.