Heirs to the Final Empire: Roleplaying Thread

**Comatose** · July 30, 2016

Sorry no RP! I've had something up every evening this week, and a funeral all day today to top things off. Also, sorry for the late actions (for some reason I thought BST was behind Saskatchewan time, but I had it backwards).

Spoiler

Action 3:Marriage (Public):

Who: Shae Elariel and an NPC Husband
What: Getting married; using respect to ensure better allomantic line if possible.
Where: Keep Elariel
When: Gen 9, Turn 4, Action 3.
Why: To provide for the future of the house.

Unodus · July 30, 2016

Also late, sorry- just got off a flight x.x

Action 3

Who? Pialannia in her capacity as House Lady
What? Arranging a marriage for her second daughter,
Where? Lansing
Why? To marry another daughter, while at the same time encouraging nobles to travel to Lansing- potentially improving prosperity

Edited July 30, 2016 by Unodus

**Orlok Tsubodai** · July 30, 2016

Action 1: Marrying Livia Tekiel into House Wilson, in return for Elesha Wilson being married to my heir, Locke Tekiel

Wyrmhero · July 31, 2016

Daerra smiled as she looked around the ballroom from above on the balcony. Below her, dancers twisted and turned to the sound of the orchestra, a wonderful display of nobility and choreographed perfection within her Keep. They were, all of them, Lesser houses, of course. The Greater Houses wouldn't try anywhere near as hard to attempt to display effortless beauty. It was simply something inherent to them. It came naturally to people such as Daerra, no practice needed.

In a way, it was actually amusing to see. They worked so hard to get themselves noticed, to accrue those all-important contracts that were the lifeblood of the Lesser Nobility. A Lesser House was almost dependant on them to survive. Without them, they could not hope to increase their own finances, and would stagnate. In the world of the nobility, that was practically as good as them dying off, being left behind their peers, and ending up as skaa with better breeding.

And yet the Greater Houses couldn't care any less about them. If one died off, another ambitious Lesser House would appear from the edges of the world to replace them, just as eager to rise up but still no more important than the last. And endless cycle of useful yet useless hopefuls, scrambling over each other to reach the top of their low rung on the ladder.

But even though they were replaceable and interchangeable, it wouldn't do to treat them with complete contempt. That was why they were invited to events such as this in the capital, to make them feel important. It was how the game was played by them all.

“A marvellous party, Lady Elariel,” an older man said, smiling at her. She resisted the urge to grimace outwardly, and instead settled for smiling at him and leaving the displeasure bottled up. “I have not been to one as splendid as this for some time.”

'Of course not, old fool', she thought. 'You aren't normally invited to parties such as this'. What was his name, anyway? He was some noble from out of town, one of the longer-lasting ones but ultimately more tragic Lesser Houses. Erikell? Erikeller? One of the two, it was some House that had fallen from grace and had to leave Luthadel. The name escaped her at the moment. But for now, she simply gave a small curtsey.

“My thanks,” she said. “It is good to know my most meagre of parties meets your high standards.” She couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth slightly as she suppressed a smile at his attempt to figure out whether he was insulted or not. Lord Erikell, that was it. The man always looked confused when in the company of his betters. “It pleases me to have your presence here. I must admit, I would have thought Luthadel too far from Seran for you to grace us with your presence.”

“Ah, well...” The man scratched his scraggly, unkempt beginnings of a beard. “As a matter of fact, the Fortress was turned over to the Steel Ministry, and we no longer have our own base of operations there. We have since moved closer to Luthadel in the hope of being nearer opportunity, you understand.” he looked around in a conspiratorial manner, though it was obvious he was hoping that they were being watched. “It would be good if we could have some discussions on that, later.”

“You are hoping to return to Luthadel?” Lady Elariel asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement and disbelief. “I would have thought that you would find it too dangerous to return to the city in a position such as yours.”

“What do you mean?” Lord Erikell asked, an edge starting to enter his tone of voice. “Are you suggesting my House cannot keep control of a few lowly skaa, or finance our defences? Forgive me for saying so, but even an event such as this does not appear to be heavily guarded. Indeed, the only members of your staff present here appear to be the Terrismen serving us and the band members.”

“Then you are a fool,” Daerra snapped. “It is not a question of having guardsmen. Have you not heard what has happened as of late? I cannot see how it has passed you by, considering Tekiel practically shouted it from the roof of his Keep.”

“You mean the murder of the family of House Jormungand?” Lord Erikell asked slowly, his face paling slightly. “I fail to see how that changes anything, Certainly Lord Tekiel will be punished for it, and then that will be the end of it. I see no reason to be concerned by something so unlikely to repeat itself. Besides, I will not be lax with security. I will not skimp on guards to keep my family safe.”

“And I'm sure they'd do a lot against the full forces of Tekiel. Tell me, how many Mistborn do you have? I'm sorry, was that too hard a question? How many Mistings? Do you even have any?” She smiled at him cruelly. “A single Mistborn without any atium could probably sneak his way in and kill you without any difficulty. How well do you fancy your chances if they have it?”

“...The question still does not arise,” Lord Erikell muttered. Oh dear, was he sulking? “The lord Ruler would not allow it to happen.”

“He already has,” Daerra replied. “Lord Jormungand's death has gone unpunished. We must only assume therefore that The Lord Ruler does not intend to rake him over the coals for it, in that case. The last time he interfered was... I forget how long ago it was, I'm not a Penrod who lives in the past. But regardless, he seems happy to let us fight amongst ourselves for the time being.”

“I... I suppose it would be a bit rash to move in without considering all angles beforehand,” Lord Erikell said slowly. “Particularly the Allomantic ones...”

“Yes,” Daerra smiled. “I think it would be best if you remained where you are for now. Build up your base over another few decades, and see where that gets you. Moving into Luthadel should never be done rashly, right?”

There was a sigh. “Yes, I suppose you are right. Make some more deals first, then try.”

“Good,” Daerra took his arm, smiling. The man was beginning to remember his place. “Now, speaking of deals, I did have a few ideas you might be interested in...” she suggested as she led him away. Yes. This was far he would be far more suited to. Better that he didn't entertain these delusions of grandeur, and remembered his place at the feet of the Great Houses. It was where they all belonged.

Generation 10: Blood and Allomancy

Turn 1

Generation 10 Turn 1 has begun! The turn will end on Friday 5th August at 6PM BST.

Generation 10 Player List

little wilson – Ohrek Wilson
Unodus – Cala Uethorn
OrlokTsubodai – Locke Tekiel
Aonar Faileas – Noerin Izenry
Araris Valerian – Alethia Penrod
Comatose - Shae Elariel
Deathclutch 19 - Sara Jormungand

Edited July 31, 2016 by Wyrmhero

**Comatose** · August 6, 2016

Generation 10, Turn 1

Shae Elariel

Spoiler

"Are you certain?" Shae felt her heart begin to race in its chest. After mere months of beginning her rule it would seem that the Lord Ruler saw fit to send her a challenge.

The servant nodded. "Yes, Lady Elariel. The physician is with her now. Shall I send for a House Obligator?"

Shae rose from the bed, and motioned for her groggy husband to help her dress. The servant, apparently concerned for her modesty, began to stare pointedly at his feet. I don't have time for modesty. Still, to spare the man some embarrassment, she stepped behind a dressing screen to finish changing into a simple day gown and robe. "Yes. Send for several, actually. Three, let's say. The higher ranking the better, but I suppose we don't have time to waste. There should be at least one Prelan though. Am I understood."

Despite the blush she had seen before stepping behind the screen, the servant's voice was resolute. "Yes, Lady Elariel. I will do so at once." By the time the door swung shut, Shae's husband, Jacques was already helping her to lace up her corset while she began to tie the dark auburn hair that was becoming a distinguishing characteristic of the main branch of the Elariel family into a simple braid. Once she was properly dressed, Shae gave herself a cursory inspection in the mirror, and then strode purposefully out the door, Jacque pulling on a shirt and following close on her heels.

"It's strange. You were not this emotional when your father passed."

Shae bit her tongue, resisting the urge to deny that she was being 'emotional'. Her actions would speak louder than any protestation. My father was not a veritable force of nature that held our House together for the last century. Shae's father had actually never assumed the House title himself. Instead, she had acquired it from her grandmother and namesake when she passed away earlier that year. Three generations now of women in power, and still the only one they talk about is her. Even after her abdication decades before, Shae's great-great aunt had continued to shape and bind House Elariel to her will from behind the scenes, even in her old age. It had taken a fall down a small flight of stairs and a series of infections to finally pull the formidable Daerra Elariel out of the political game, and now it would seem that they would take her life as well.

The physican spun on his heels as Shae swept into room, relaxing slightly as he recognized her. The physicians instinct to protect the room was a good one. Even though Aunt Daerra had done everything in her power to support the newer generations as they took over, her death would still have far reaching effects, within the House and beyond. Shae would need to keep things quiet for as long as possible until she figured out how to spin the situation to maximize her advantage.

"I've tried to give her some opium, for the pain, but she refuses. She doesn't want it to dull her wits." The physician sighed, he had obviously been up for hours attending to Daerra's needs. "Tell me, what does a woman who is over one hundred years old need her wits for when she potentially only has hours left to live? Perhaps you can convince her, Lady Elariel?"

Shae nodded once, acknowledging the comment but not agreeing to the point. "May we have some privacy, Doctor? Or does Lady Daerra require further attention?"

"I've done all I can for now, I'm afraid. I'll wait in the hall. Send for me if you convince her to take the drugs." The physician turned to leave the room.

"Take him with you." Shae, Jacques, and the physician all froze in place at the hollow sound of the old woman's voice. It sounded frail and weak, but the words remained crisp and clear without a hint of slur. Of course Aunt Daerra would want her wits about her until the end.

"What's that, Aunt Daerra?" Shae approached the bed, and reached down to clasp her great-great Aunt's hand.

"The spare," Daerra's cool gray eyes, sharp as ever, flicked meaningfully towards Jacques. "The fewer people who see me like this and report it to my enemies the better."

"Jacques is my husband, Aunt Daerra, and a member of the family."

Daerra laughed, succumbing to a fit of coughing. "Legally perhaps. But he's not blood. I want him out."

Shae turned towards Jacques, wincing apologetically. Jacques approached the bed and gave a polite bow. "As you wish, Lady Daerra. It was an honour to know you."

"Your lies do you no good, sir. I will be dead in the morning, and I would not care about them in any case."

Jacques smiled and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

"So, this is the end. I suppose the fact that I made it to the new millennium is something to celebrate. A thousand years of rule by the Sliver of Infinity. Quite incredible, don't you think?" Daerra gave Shae's hand a light squeeze, wincing slightly as she did so. "A shame I won't get to see the little one."

Shae's free hand went instinctively to her belly. The pregnancy was still in its early stages. With the high rate of miscarriage among the High Nobility, it was far too early to tell anyone. Even Jacques didn't know. "How did you?"

"I'm dying but I'm not blind. Having my spies keep a close watch on you since my accident has helped some."

Shae stiffened. "So who all knows?"

"Calm yourself child. Only me. My little birds bring me mere fragments. I'm the one who pieces things together."

Shae relaxed. "I was thinking, if it's a girl, I might name her after you."

Daerra seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the rolled her eyes. "Lord Ruler it feels good the express emotion. I'm surprised I haven't forgotten how! No use hiding anything now I suppose."

"You don't like the idea?"

"Of course not. I detest it. Throughout my life I've only ever pursued my own strength and power. I care for the future of the House, of course, but I have no desire to have a legacy." Daerra shook her head, letting out a few more deep, bone-chilling coughs. Shae brought out her handkerchief and used it to clean the drool from her lip when the fit passed. "Besides, for all I know the name could be a curse, and I'd rather not see anyone else afflicted by it." Daerra turned, gazing out the window. "Open it for me, would you? I want to feel the mists on my skin again."

Shae obeyed, crossing the room and opening the windows. The mists began to spill in, but faded as they met the heat of the room.

"There's some bronze in my drawer. Fetch it for me would you?"

"Perhaps I should ask the doctor."

"He's already admitted he can't do anything for me, why pay him any attention, hm? Fetch me the bronze girl, or I'll do it myself, even if it kills me." Shae reached to the bedside table, and brought out a small envelope of Bronze shavings. Carefully, she took a single flake and placed it gently on Daerra's outstretched tongue. Then, she helped her rinse it down with a cup of water. It took several tries, and a two more coughing fits, but eventually Daerra sat back, relaxing before Shae's eyes.

"There. That's better. Better than any drug I'd say." The mists from the window began to creep farther into the room, responding to Daerra's allomancy. For a long while, Shae and Daerra sat in silence, holding hands as the mists swirled and twisted. The seemed to grab at the old woman's body, as if eager to steal her soul away into whatever came next.

Their silent reflection was interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by Jacques poking his head in. "The obligators are here. Would you like them to come in?"

Shae turned back to see Daerra shaking her head. "Let them wait a while. Shae can bring them in when it's time. I'm sure they'd rather twiddle their thumbs out there then spend the next few hours watching me die." Daerra succumbed to another fit, and this time her lips were flushed with blood when she finished.

"Play something on the pianoforte, would you dear? I think music and allomancy are the only things I've every really loved. Those, and my brother, of course, but he's been gone some time now."

"Of course." Shae walked across the room towards the instrument. In truth, she hated playing and felt she had little talent for it, but Lady Daerra had insisted she have lessons, and so she had. "Any favourites?"

"Something heartbreaking. Surprise me." Shae flipped through several sheets of music before finding a suitable piece. Then she began to play, focusing her attention on hitting the correct keys and getting the tempo and dynamics right.

Daerra sat in silence through several songs. "What do you think comes next?"

"Pardon, Aunt Daerra?" Shae's fingers stilled at the sound of Aunt Daerra's voice, and she stopped playing.

"Do you believe there's something that comes after this life? Are there more house to conquer or rivals to subdue?"

"The obligators say that those who please the Lord Ruler will be rewarded."

"That sounds so... boring. Surely a divinity who has ruled the earth for a millenium could think up something better than that."

Actions:

Spoiler

Action 3: Strengthen House Security (Public):

Who: Shae Elariel
What: Spending wealth to improve protection of House Elariel information.
When: Gen 10, Turn 1, Action 3.

Where: Elariel Holdings across the Empire.
Why: To protect the House from spies.

Araris Valerian · August 6, 2016

Generation 10 Turn 1

Actions:

Spoiler

Action 1:

Trying for an heir in Hadrium

Names: Allriane (female), Aleste (male)

Action 2:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Providing optional hazekiller training to all skaa that serve House Penrod

Where: The training will happen in Hadrium, but the skaa are allowed to come from any lands that House Penrod controls, and they will return to wherever they came from after training

Why: To bolster the defensive strength of House Penrod, and to help the skaa to better defend their families against noble allomancers. Also, because the skaa are House Penrod's only allies

Action 3:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Using past connections with the ministry, and as many funds as necessary as bribes, to locate her lost sister

Where: Luthadel

Why: Because family is important to House Penrod

Edited August 6, 2016 by Araris Valerian

Unodus · August 6, 2016

Sorry this is late, only just got back from a camp trip :x

Action 1

Who? Cala in her capacity as House Lady [M: Wylor F: Zonia]
What? Trying for an Heir
When? First action

Edited August 6, 2016 by Unodus

Wyrmhero · August 7, 2016

Generation 10

Turn 2

Alethia Penrod waited before the imposing desk of a Prelan. This room, along with countless others in the building, was becoming well known to her in her quest. Not that she wished to be here, in the heart of the Steel Ministry's power. Obligators were not a stranger to most of the nobility, only those in the far-flung reaches of The Final Empire, but they still tended to unsettle people. She would rather be at the House Wilson ball, the social event of the year, but sadly business came before pleasure. If she felt like it, she could always make an entrance fashionably late.

The timepiece on the desk ticked away effortlessly. A Heron timepiece, it seemed, and old as well. It wasn't an actual standing clock, or a desk clock, but was instead a pocket-watch, golden chain coiled up before dangling off the edge. Its presence was a bit strange, but Alethia was hardly going to ask the owner of the office why he didn't have an actual clock in the room. Even if she was curious. Obligators were allowed to have eccentricities. Lord Ruler knew no-one would call them out on it.

The rest of the room was practically empty. Obligators were not allowed a family, so there was no discreet painting on the desk. There were no artworks on the wall either, even of the religious kind. There was just a desk, a chair behind it, a chair in front of it, and on the desk, a candle, some paper, an inkwell and a quill. It spoke of a dedicated, almost slavish existence. To serve the Steel Ministry was said to be the greatest honour, gift and reward a person could receive all in one, but Lady Penrod wasn't so sure about this. It seemed as much a prison and a blessing.

She waited patiently, unwilling to move from her seat before she was seen. She was here for a reason, and she wasn't going to be moved on this or ignored like before. She at least had a book to read for the time being, like any true Penrod would have. She knew how to play their game of power politics. If she was going to be forced to wait, she wasn't going to be forced to be bored as well.

She was halfway through the chapter on the initial roots of the Skaa Rebellion when the Obligator entered the office. She quietly took a bookmark and placed it on her page, stowing the book away and into her bag for another time. She looked up at the Obligator, and couldn't help but gasp a little. She was not informed that she would be seeing an Inquisitor.

The man was tall and imposing, as most Inquisitors were, practically built for intimidation and physical bulk. Where did they find these people, she wondered? She knew of several people who had joined the Canton of Inquisition, friends of friends, but she had never met anyone who had actually become one of the mythical Inquisitors. Perhaps they were simply made to order for the Canton.

The Inquisitor placed his hands together, resting them on the desk, and stared down at her. She refused to be cowed, though she was still going to show proper deference to him. She was steadfast, not rude. “My Lord,” she began, “I am Alethia Penrod, head of House Penrod. Thank you for seeing me.”

The Inquisitor waved it away, eyes shining in the light of the candle. “I know who you are, and what you are here for. Lord Ruler knows that everyone in this building knows what you have been shouting about for the last few years. Frankly, we are becoming irritated by it, which is not a state you want us to be experiencing.”

“I just want to find my sister,” Alethia replied, managing to catch herself before she scowled, forcing herself into a more neutral look. “I don't see why everyone has to decide that such a thing is against the rules, suddenly. She was taken from my family without our say-so.”

“Hm, and yet if she were still with House Penrod, what would you be now? Your sister was a Mistborn, and is older than you. You would be cast aside, useless now except as a servant for her and her family. You cannot think that would be a more pleasing destiny for you.”

“...Was?” Alethia asked, frowning. “You mean she is dead.”

“I misspoke,” the Inquisitor said. “Regardless, you misremember. She was taken as reparation for your House's continued foolishness about courting the favour of the skaa. We have been hoping that House Penrod, one of the oldest lines of nobility of the Empire, would see sense and stop acting in borderline heretical manners. The Lord Ruler is beginning to lose his patience with you.”

“That does not mean that we should be punished for our father's sins and crimes against The Final Empire and the laws that The Lord Ruler has set for us,” Alethia pressed on. “My sister was innocent of any crimes our father committed in your eyes. She should be returned to us. At the very least, if she is dead, we should be allowed to inter her in our family's crypt.”

“Out of the question,” the Inquisitor responded. “She is a member of the Steel Ministry now, and has been for many, many years now. When someone joins the Ministry, they must leave their previous family ties behind. Otherwise, nepotism and corruption would run rampant, you understand. There are no exceptions for this, regardless of who they are or what House they belong to.”

“But-”

“I said there are no exceptions. Alera, of no House and of the Canton of Inquisition, is a very effective and useful Obligator. She is alive, I will at least confirm that for you. But you must leave this foolishness and futile quest of yours behind. The Steel Ministry will no longer grant any audiences with you on this matter. Any meetings which turn in this direction will be terminated immediately. Are we understood?”

Alethia gritted her teeth. “We are understood...”

“Good. Now, if that is all...?”

Alethia stood up, rigid and unbending. She managed to offer a curtsey to the Inquisitor at the very least. “Thank you for your time,” she said. The Inquisitor paid no mind to her tone of voice, and simply started to write something on his paper.

“It was my pleasure. Goodbye, Lady Penrod. I hope our future meetings end more amicably than this."

Generation 10 Turn 2 has begun! The turn will end on Friday 12th August at 6PM BST.

Generation 10 Player List

little wilson – Ohrek Wilson
Unodus – Cala Uethorn
OrlokTsubodai – Locke Tekiel
Aonar Faileas – Noerin Izenry
Araris Valerian – Alethia Penrod
Comatose - Shae Elariel
Deathclutch 19 - Sara Jormungand

Edited August 7, 2016 by Wyrmhero

**Comatose** · August 12, 2016

On my phone on my way out of the city so no RP. If I have time I'll edit some in later.

Action 3: Host Ball (Public):

Who: Shae Elariel
What: Hosting a ball.
When: Gen 10, Turn 2, Action 3.

Where: Luthadel
Why: To gain respect and show strength and wealth

Araris Valerian · August 13, 2016

Generation 10: Turn 2 Actions

Public Action:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Distribute atium to the mistborn of House Penrod so that they can overpower enemy mistborn

When: First Action

Where: Hadrium

Spoiler

Action 2:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Try for an heir (male - Aleste, female - Amara)

Where: Hadrium

Action 3:

I'm not actually going to tell you guys what this one is

Unodus · August 13, 2016

Sorry this late :x

Action 3
Who? Pialannia in her capacity as House Lady
What? Impose modern security measures upon on all Lansing establishments (stronger locks, tineye sentries etc)
When? Third action
Where? Lansing
Why? Improve Order in Lansing

Wyrmhero · August 14, 2016

Generation 10

Turn 3

Straff Venture, of the Lesser House of Venture, exiled of Luthadel these past several hundred years, was a generous man. Almost everyone who knew him would say that if you asked their opinion of him, and for good reason. Of course, they were missing his more private qualities, such as his love of manipulation and other such vices, but that was the image he had cultivated. Not a day went by when Straff couldn't be found in one of the taverns that straddled the line between rich skaa and poor noble, letting coin flow as though it were water so that wine would do the same.

It was for a good cause, of course. These people were the best gossips in the entire city, and the alcohol helped to lubricate the conversation a little, and fuddle the minds. Some of the best tidbits he ever overheard were from people slightly too drunk to realise what they were saying but slightly too sober to be watching what they were saying. That blissful state of uncaring ignorance was where he made his money as an informant.

The poor nobility would talk about any and everything, of course, cursing their betters and their lessers in the same breath, and they were quite happy to talk about important things they were involved with. Admittedly, he couldn't help but number himself amongst their number. He was, after all, a part of House Venture, who had not been important in The Final Empire for many, many years now. It galled him to admit it, but he was nothing if not honest about his own position.

Then there was the people they were rubbing elbows with, almost in a heretical manner. The richer skaa, as much as they could be rich in a society like this, were simply of the opinion that he was their equal, and happy to chat to someone they could deal with. He did not agree with them, for obvious reasons, but that didn't stop him topping up their glass and giving them an encouraging smile. He was everyone's friend, after all.

And today had gone rather well. Extremely well, in fact. By anyone's standards, he had made quite a tidy profit today. Well, it was in fact a complete profit. The plans he had taken from his House's Keep were worth quite a bit, and no-one even knew he had taken them. Not that he was going to keep the money he had made, no. He was not going to go around stealing from his own House. But he wouldn't be giving it to them either. It was useful for occasions such as this, where a small profit could be turned into even further gains. Spending money to make money. He might have a few nice lunches with potential clients and other brokers out of it, but that was just business.

Who would have thought that a simple map of tunnels built centuries ago could be worth so much to House Izenry? And for one of their own allies, as well! Of course, he had been paid for exclusivity rights for the plans, but he had no intention of truly honouring that. Not that he was going to simply sell the plans again so soon though, no. That would be far too obvious. He'd drawn a copy this morning, and it currently rested in his blazer's pocket. When he returned to the Venture Keep, he'd put it back in the family vault, and no-one would be the wiser. Then, in another five or ten years, he'd sell it again. Perhaps House Penrod? They were a House known for rather shady dealings as well... Perhaps he could just sell it to House Wilson. They might be rather interested in a map of tunnels into their own keep.

Well, that was something to deal with in the future. For now, he was of a mind to talk to people and just enjoy himself after a hard day's work. He'd have never guessed that this was his calling when he was younger – Lord Ruler knew what he'd be like if he was actually born into a Great House – but he found these games interesting. It was a somewhat toned down version of the games that the Great Houses played, and he rather liked the more human aspect of it. The Great Houses played games with each other in broad, arcing strokes, but he preferred the minute shifts he could cause in people on a personal level. It felt precise and skilled, rather than guesswork and random effect.

But there were times when he felt it was just a little too dangerous for him. He liked the feeling of danger, but not when it was actually a possible threat. True, he had dealt with House Izenry on amicable terms and had left pleased with the whole exchange, but there was often a sense of unease after these deals. Paranoia was always justified. It was part of the reason why he was here, spending money so flippantly. He was loud and he was amongst friends and most important, he was visible. He'd do this for a few days, then lay low for some time. Maybe visit a few of Luthadel's higher class brothels for a bit of entertainment. Perhaps travel out of the city for a bit. Then, when people had put him out of their minds, he'd return to information brokering again. It would be a nice little break.

The door burst off its hinges, wood and splinters flying out in all directions. A man in a Mistcloak entered the room, looking entirely unperturbed by the shrapnel lying along the floor. He stepped over the debris and entered the tavern, all eyes following him. He made his way towards Straff Venture.

“What?” Straff asked, wishing he hadn't chosen to sit in a corner now. Oh, at the time it seemed like a great idea, but a frontal assault like this was not expected. Now he was trapped and cornered, unable to flee. But that didn't mean he was going to cower in front of this man so easily. “What do you want?”

The Mistborn ignored his question, or rather, answered it by drawing a long and serrated steel knife from his belt and throwing it to his other hand, spinning it around a few times uncaring. “Lord Izenry sends his regards, and suggests that you, your family and other information brokers find other ways to make money than selling his ally's information. You're going to be our messenger.”

“As you wish,” Straff nodded. “I'll tell them immediately." The man made no move to leave. "...What, do you want your money back now as well? Your Lord seemed fine with the deal earlier. I would demand the plans back then, if we are to reverse this deal, and I will be telling everyone what a bad business partner the so-called 'noble' House of Izenry is.”

A hand pulled him up from his chair, strength enhanced by pewter, and held him against the wall. “We've decided we'd like to keep the deal, and the money.” The knife rested against his throat, drawing a small amount of blood. “You get what I'm saying?”

“You...” Straff struggled against his grip, but as a Tineye he knew it was practically impossible to break out of a hold by someone burning pewter. The knife dug further in to his throat and he gritted his teeth. His captor seemed amused, but ultimately unsympathetic. He knew what was coming next. “You can't do this... We're in public...” A dagger in the dark, a poisoned wineglass, an 'accidentally' cut saddle while hunting, any of these would be normal and acceptable. But this... this thug strolling into the tavern? To knife him in front of two dozen witnesses? That was not how things happened.

“See, I rather think I can,” the Mistborn said. “That's the beauty of being an Izenry. We can get away with bloody murder if we want.” He pressed down on the knife, holding the writhing and struggling Venture in place, until the point of the knife buried itself in the wooden wall behind him. Slowly, he watched the fight and the life bleed out of Straff. He let go of the knife, and of Straff, letting him remain pinned there.

He looked at the corpse for a short while as if considering something, then shrugged. “Seeing as this is a fine eating and drinking establishment, I won't go beheading him as well.” Reaching into the coat pocket, he took out a set of plans and a large pouch of coins. He put the coin pouch on the table and counted out a few. He tossed them over at the counter, where the owner stood frozen and pale.

“A few Imperials to clean up the mess,” the Mistborn said, wiping the knife down with a cut of cloth. He sheathed it back in his belt, and picked up the papers and the coin pouch. “Good day to you all,” he said, honouring the patrons with a smile and a bow. Then he stepped out of the tavern, and into notoriety and legend.

Generation 10 Turn 3 has begun! The turn will end on Friday 19th August at 6PM BST.

Generation 10 Player List

little wilson – Ohrek Wilson
Unodus – Cala Uethorn
OrlokTsubodai – Locke Tekiel
Aonar Faileas – Noerin Izenry
Araris Valerian – Alethia Penrod
Comatose - Shae Elariel
Deathclutch 19 - Sara Jormungand

Edited August 14, 2016 by Wyrmhero

Unodus · August 19, 2016

Action 3
Who? The lord of house Uethorne (I lost track x.x)
What? Using Uethorns reputation to arrange an allomatically favorable marriage for it's daughter and heir, Zonia
When? Third action
Where? Lansing
Why? To get a boost of mistborn before the finale...

Araris Valerian · August 20, 2016

Action 1:

Trying for an heir in Hadrium

Names: Allriane (female), Aleste (male)

Action 2:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Construct a ministry outpost in Hadrium, as requested by the Inquisition

Why: To give House Penrod a boost in influence with the Ministry and a bit more breathing room with the Inquisition

**Comatose** · August 20, 2016

GENERATION 10 - TURN 3

RP (Shan Elariel):

EDIT: Not super happy with it, but it will do for now. I had fun with the AU bits, so I hope you all enjoy them too!

Spoiler

Shan Elariel slipped quietly out of the keep, leaving the bright warmth and mirth of her elder brother's wedding behind her. Her mother, having secured a very favourable match, was no doubt overjoyed to see her heir and the pride of House Elariel wed to such a well-bred young woman. Shan, despite being new to the balls and parties that her older peers were already becoming bored of, found herself unable to find any enjoyment in the festivities. Her brother Aaron, it seemed, was to have everything -- Allomancy, the House Title, and now a beautiful and refined partner to share his life with. Shan had always known that, as second in line, her chances of securing the House Title were slim, but she had still always dreamed of marrying well and perhaps ruling a House of her own some day. She could have secured the affections of an heir to one of Elariel's powerful rivals, and then slowly stripped power away form her spouse until she was ready to place an Elariel grandchild on the seat. A ball like this one, celebrating her brother's union, might have been the perfect place to lay the foundation of such an engagement. Unfortunately, her mother seemed to have other plans.

I refuse to let her make me cry. Shan hardened herself, stilling the tears before they fell. She was Shan Elariel. At fifteen, she had already mastered a small social circle of allies and rivals, and was quickly becoming a force to be reckoned with on the Luthadel social scene. Who cared if her mother had plans to ship her off like some incompetent skaa? '

This mists seemed to thicken around her as she stepped away from the limelights surrounding the ballroom. Having left her wrap indoors, Shan wrapped her bare arms around her slender figure, hoping to warm them. Unlike her brother, she had no allomancy to make the mists seem bright and playful. Instead she only saw swirling darkness.

"Doesn't seem safe for a lady to be wandering the night, does it brother?"

Shan whirled in the darkness, but saw only mists in the direction that the voice had come from. "Who's there?" She tried her best to sound commanding despite the cold and the sudden spike of fear.

"Ah, the Lady can't see. Say brother, how is a lady who can't see going to keep a hold of her pretty jewels?"

Shan's cool eyes narrowed. Thieves, were they? A scream should be enough to bring the guards over and send the hooligans who were trying to spook her running.

The scream stilled in her throat when cool glass pressed against her skin. "The lady would be wise not to scream, wouldn't she brother?" The voice, suddenly close, seemed to hiss in her ear. There was only one way the speaker could have changed position so quickly--he had access to at least one, or possibly more, allomantic abilities. Of course, she should have guessed that from the beginning--how else would they have gotten past the defenses?

"Lay off her Zane. There's no need to play around. Just grab the gems and go."

The voice--Zane--snorted in apparent derision. "Don't be a coward, El. It's because of privileged princesses like her that our house is in ruins and our father is dead. Or had you forgotten why we've been reduced to petty thievery?"

A figure stepped into Shan's limited line of vision. Beneath the ash and the rags, he looked to be about her age. His tossled brown curls might have been attractive had they been cleaner, and his brown eyes showed some signs of warmth and intelligence. "We don't kill, Zane. You know that. No grab the jewels and let's go."

Zane sneered, and the leaned in to whisper in Shan's ear. "You're lucky he likes you, little princess, and that he's more convincing than the voices that are asking me to gut you like the pig you are." With a dexterous flick of the glass dagger, Shan's jewels fell from her throat and wrists into Zane's quick fingers. Before she could turn to face him he was gone, shooting off into the twisting mists.

"You should probably go back inside. It really isn't safe you know." The second boy, the one named El, remained in front of her.

"But... why? Why did you save me?"

El's brow furrowed. "Because, maybe you shouldn't have to be saved?"

"Your brother was right, you know. You're weak. A strong man would have killed me. I could still turn you over to the guards, you know"

El shrugged. "You're probably right that you could. The questions is, will you? Something tells me that a bunch of commotion and attention wasn't what you came looking for when you stepped out into the night."

Shan narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"

The boy smiled. His grin was insufferable. "Name's Elend Venture, and you are welcome, by the way, for saving your life."

"I never thanked you, thief!"

"You kind of did, actually. Enjoy your party, princess!" Elend Venture spun on his heels and dashed off into the night, making his way to the edge of the grounds with more noise than his brother had. Evidently only Zane had allomantic abilities, or perhaps Elend just didn't have one of the physical powers. What a curious person. Not knowing what else to do, Shan turned and strode purposefully back towards the ballroom, her stolen jewels already forgotten. By the time she got back, she was already planning how to make Elend Venture pay for having the gaul to mock her. The thought of Zane whispering in her ear still made her want to cringe, so she decided it would be best to forget about him entirely, and focus her vengeance on the less threatening brother.

You had better run, Elend Venture. If I ever find you, you'll see just how strong I can be.

Actions:

Spoiler

Action 3: Arrange Marriage (Public):

Who: Aaron Elariel
What: Marry an NPC (spending Extra Respect to secure as much allomantic strength as possible).
When: Gen 10, Turn 3, Action 3.

Where: Keep Elariel
Why: To provide for the future of the house, and to continue a strong allomantic line.

Edited August 23, 2016 by Comatose
Added in RP.

Wyrmhero · August 28, 2016

Generation 11

Turn 1

The skaa thief crept along the corridor as silently as he could manage. It was a fairly futile effort at times, as he doubted even he could be quiet enough to sneak past Tineyes, but he was quiet enough to go unnoticed by everyone else. He knew that from experience.

But that was why this thieving party was a crew, and not him alone. He had no Allomancy of his own, but unlike many other skaa with no Allomancy, he didn't shirk their benefits out of some strange sense of pride. No, he surrounded himself with people who would make up for this fault – With him right now were three Mistings, a Tineye, a Smoker and a Coinshot. The first two were a necessity for any kind of skulduggery, and the latter was merely to provide some protection in need of a retreat.

Not that they were expecting a huge fight. They had chosen this target because it provided the most gain for the least risk. They were financially wealthy, and Allomantically weak. They were politically connected enough that they hadn't become a target for the other Lesser Houses yet, but it was surely only a matter of time. Weakness was not tolerated in any sense by the other Houses. However, until that point, they were a target for thievery.

He came to the end of the tunnel, and slowly pushed aside the stone covering. Stepping into the darkness of the cellar, and motioning forward their Smoker, who had a torch, he turned to the Tineye. “What do you see?”

“No guards,” she said, shaking her head a little out of habit despite the fact that she was the only one who could see clearly. “Just a load of wine racks and bottles. I can't hear anything nearby either.”

“Hmm,” he said, stepping over to one and taking it out of the rack. He read it by the faint glow of the torch, straining his eyes. “Hell, for a destitute Lesser House, they've got a pretty good taste. Maybe I should take a bottle back for us?” he said, grinning at the Tineye. She rolled her eyes and didn't answer. Ah well. She was warming to him.

He waved them on and through the cellar, opening the wooden door at the other end of the stairs up. They had entered the small Keep from underground, using secret tunnels built over many years by the Skaa Rebellion. The leader of the Rebellion would be annoyed by them using it and compromising its existence, but it was wishful thinking that it would ever really be used. The Skaa Rebellion was useless and impotent, so they might as well be used for something. They might not achieve any lofty aims, but living in luxury for a while was just as good.

It was the dead of night, and there were no guards down here. Why would there be? Any attack would come from above, in the form of one of the gods of the night – a Mistborn. Anything else was a futile attempt at sowing chaos, and would probably cost more to defend against a nonexistent threat than replacing what was stolen. Though not all Lesser Houses had their own Mistborn, of course, so sometimes there was very little that could be done to defend one's House.

Regardless, it worked out well for them tonight. They walked through the lowest floor of the Keep with purpose. There were only a few others wandering past them as they went; a few cleaners kept up at the small hours to sweep floors seldom trod. They did not try and stop them, either because they didn't want any trouble, or because they believed they were affiliated with the House. Certainly his team didn't look like your average thieves.

They stopped before the turning the corner, and he looked at the Coinshot. The man nodded and produced a few metallic needles. He raised his fingers and counted down. When the third second had passed, he swung round the corner and threw them at the guards' exposed necks, flaring steel to give them extra force. The first went down as it caught him in the throat, clutching at the bleeding wound. The other needle missed the second guard, who started to draw his sword.

But while their leader might not have bee an Allomancer, he was fast, strong and quick-witted. His dagger was already drawn as he charged forward. His hand covered the guard's mouth, and he cut the man's throat while the guard tried to bring his sword round to bear.

“That was reckless, Kelsier,” Mare sighed.

“It worked, didn't it?” He said with a smile as he leant down to pick up the keys from one of the guards' belts. Their whole lives were dangerous anyway. What was the point in being safe and boring? He stood up and unlocked the vault door. He then turned back to the Coinshot of the group, who started to push the heavy door open with his Allomancy.

They slipped in to the vault, dragging the bodies with them. No need to immediately alert people if they happened to come down the corridor, after all. Quickly they stuffed gold and gemstones into a pouch. While they might not be stealing much, what they were taking had high value density.

On a shelf on its own, a silvery bead of metal. Kelsier reached over and picked it up between his index and middle finger.

“Atium?” Mare asked, frowning. “We'd never manage to fence that. And just think what'd happen if they caught us with it?”

“What would happen that wouldn't normally happen?” Kelsier shrugged. “We'd be killed on sight anyway, and that's if we're lucky. We might as well. I'm sure there must be a Mistborn somewhere in the Skaa Rebellion that could buy it from us. Pretty decent markup on that.”

“I'm not sure the Skaa Rebellion could afford it,” their Smoker said.

“They'll pay for it,” Kelsier reassured him, as he stowed it away in his pocket. “Let's go.”

Their escape from the Keep was almost as uneventful as their arrival. They couldn't shut the vault without an Ironpuller, but that wasn't too important. Kelsier stopped as they went back to the wine cellar, selecting a bottle from the rack before heading down the tunnel. They would now have to abandon this tunnel and the safehouse it came up near, but they had made a nice little haul with no real risk.

But as they left the tunnels and entered the slums of Luthadel, Kelsier wasn't really happy. It was a win, but it wasn't particularly important in the grand scheme of things. A month or two of luxury, then they'd be back at this. Though that wasn't the only consideration here. He was happy that it had gone off, but it didn't feel like enough.

“What's wrong?” The Coinshot asked.

“I'm not sure,” Kelsier replied with a sigh. “But I think we should set our sights a little higher.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Hmm...” Kelsier looked up into the skyline. In the distance, a dozen Keeps littered the horizon, surrounding the horrendous sight of Kredik Shaw. “I'll let you know when I've thought of it,” he said.

Generation 11 Turn 1 has begun! The turn will end on Friday 2th September at 6PM BST.

The game will finish at the end of this Generation.

Players may find their riches stolen from them this Generation by the master skaa thief, Kelsier!

Generation 11 Player List

little wilson – Dellan Wilson
Unodus – Zonia Uethorn
OrlokTsubodai – Gaius Tekiel
Aonar Faileas – Antimony Izenry
Araris Valerian – Allriane Penrod
Comatose - Aaron Elariel

Edited September 11, 2016 by Wyrmhero

**Comatose** · September 3, 2016

Generation 10 Turn 4

Sorry no RP! There's no internet at our place yet and I'm typing this on my phone.

Action 3: Host Ball (Public):

Who: Shae Elariel
What: Host extravagant masqueade ball.
When: Gen 10, Turn 4, Action 3.

Where: Keep Elariel
Why: To show strength and earn respect from peers.

Araris Valerian · September 3, 2016

Actions:

Spoiler

Action 1:

Try for an heir: Allriane (female), Aleste (male)

Where: Hadrium

Action 2:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Approach skaa informants

Why: To see which Houses have the most discontent skaa

Where: Luthadel

Action 3:

Who: Alethia Penrod

What: Conduct a study of the battles of the Final Empire

Why: To increase knowledge of combat, and to better understand the tactics used by the Ministry, the Rebellion, and the other Houses

Where: Penrod Imperial Archive

Wyrmhero · September 4, 2016

Due to illness and a lack of actions, delaying the new Generation by a week.

Unodus · September 9, 2016

Action 3
Who? The House Lord
What? Holding a second Noble Allomatic Games
When? Second action
Why? To earn respect, pay tribute to their common ancestors, and to prove who still has the strongest house- the most noble in the eyes of the Lord Ruler

Wyrmhero · September 11, 2016

Generation 11: The End of an Empire