Wyrmhero he/him Posted July 12, 2015 Author Posted July 12, 2015 (edited) Generation 2: Turn 2 In the shadows of Keep Tekiel's walls, about half a dozen dozen men and women gathered together. They wore heavy cloaks with large hoods, and each had a belt with vials of metals slotted into it. The only other bit of metal on their persons were the knives they wore at their sides. "Where are they?" one asked, looking around. He spoke in a whisper, as there was no need to speak loudly. Not when everyone here could pick up a breath across a room. "They're late." "What did you expect from them?" Their leader shrugged dismissively. "We all know they're not the best disciplined." "I'm just saying that we need them to be here. Where are they?" He frowned under his cloak. "Perhaps we should go and find them." A third, a female Mistborn, looked up. "No need. I can see metal flying towards us." "What?" Swearing. "Why the hell can you see their metals from so far away? What are they thinking, wearing so much?! We should call this off." "We can't. Do you want to be the one to go and explain we got scared off?" the female speaker asked. "'Oh, we decided to go home because House-'" "Ssh." The leader said. "They're here. Maintain professionalism and stop complaining." Another group of Mistborn dropped down in front of them. The first grinned. "Hey. We ready to loot this place or what?" "We're not looting it," one of the first responded. "We're in and out quickly. We cause as much chaos as possible. Picking up a handful of coins will just make us easier to kill." "Well, whatever. If I'm attacking there, I'm gonna grab myself some lucre. I'm not listening to some coward who's too afraid to attack on his own. We clear?" "Crystal," the leader responded, rolling his eyes. He gave a look to the rest of his House and nodded to them. They were looking out for themselves, not their allies. "Let's get this over with," he muttered as he dropped a coin onto the floor and sailed over the Keep's walls, landing on a guard and slitting the man's throat before he was even aware what was happening. Keep Tekiel's vaults were hidden deep under the keep, and it was the first stop on their tour of the building. It was locked behind a huge and heavy metal door, and the key was nowhere in sight. "We're wasting time here." "We were ordered to come here too," the leader reminded one of his subordinates, "but I think you are correct. We can't break into that without the key. We'll spread out and look for it." "No need for that," one of the second group said with a cocky smile. "Ready boys?" He and the rest of his House's infiltraitors burnt steel, and there was a great creaking noise as the door moved. Then there was a snap, and the door toppled forwards, almost crushing one of them. There was a loud slamming noise as it hit the cobbled ground. "You idiots!" the leader whirled on him. "Someone will have heard that!" "Well, whatever. We'll just fill our pockets and be on our merry way." "No," he replied, pointing up the spiral stairs that led down here. "Mission comes first. Go!" He waited until all of the Mistborn had left, then pocketed a rather fetching ring before heading off after them. They split into small groups and rampaged around the Keep, killing guards without an effort, and clashing with House Tekiel's own Mistborn. One group made their way to the top of the Keep, up to the master bedroom, and were surprised to be confronted by the master of the House, his wife, and a second man, who seemed to be Lord Tekiel's bodyguard, from how the man was standing in front of them protectively. Lord Tekiel muttered and pushed the man out of his way, holding up a batch of coins in his hand. "You invade my Keep, steal from my vault, and kill my people. Do you neophytes expect to survive this?" He threw a set of coins at them and pushed. One of the three attacks pushed back against them, but Lord Tekiel responded with his own push again. The coin flattened in mid-air and bent slightly, held there by the two opposing forces pushing on them from slightly below. "I can trace my lineage back to four of the nine original Mistborn!" Lord Tekiel shouted at them. The coin moved towards him as the other two attackers joined the push, but his wife and bodyguard retaliated with their own, equalling it once more. "I doubt you dogs even know who your father is!" He flared his steel, and the coin shot forward, buying itself in the skull of one of the attackers. "Dammit! Retreat!" "Cowards! Face your betters and your death with dignity!" Lord Tekiel threw another handful of coins in front of himself, and the combined force of his and his allies' pushes sent them flying through the heavy cloak and into the back of a second attacker. His friend hesitated but grabbed the man's arm and set off in a pewter-fueled run. Lord Tekiel held a hand out to stop the other two from perusing. "Let them run. I want them to tell all of their allies of this. " "Is everyone accounted for?" the expedition's leader asked. "Not yet," one Mistborn replied as he looked in from the Keep's great doorway. "We're missing-" Another flew down the corridor, though he was not being pursued. He held a body in his arms carefully despite his haste. "We've got injured. Coin-shot in the back." There was a groan in response from the injured man. "At least I got one of the buggers..." "Hrm..." The leader frowned. "We can't afford to take back injured with us. He'll slow us down if we are pursued." "We can't just leave him here though! Who knows what he'll tell Tekiel." "Indeed," the leader nodded as he drew the knife from his belt. "He can't be allowed to tell them anything..." He slit the man's throat and let him bleed. "Drop him, and let's go." Generation 2, Turn 2 has begun! It will end at 6 PM BST on Saturday the 18th of July. Turn 3 will begin at 6PM on Sunday the 19th. I am now reducing the time for Turns by a day. This will allow me to spend all of Sunday getting things sorted out. In addition to this, it gives me 24 hours to send out any events that may occur, allowing people to send back responses before the next Turn. I will not accept Actions after the rollover begins. ...Having said that, I will be unreachable on the 18th due to a family event (and, to a lesser extent, on the 15th and 16th due to my graduation). I will send any events out at around midnight on the 18th/19th. Of note for this write-up is that I do not give out sensitive information in these things. This should be considered fluff rather than anything specific. The number of deaths and what have you in here is at best rumour and at worse outright wrong. Children born this Turn: Gwynne Wilson (female), Glam Urbain (female), Anders Farrsolin (male), Niran Artorius (female), Rowan Orielle (male), Helen Tekiel (female), Mikhail Elariel (male), Cifan Izenry (male), Tyren Queade (male), Votir Zerrung (male), Octavia Protegat (female), Aniketos Heron (male). I think this coin is fairer, but we'll see how it develops. Generation 2 Player List little wilson - Adira Wilson Lord Pifferdoo - Kilvorn Pifferdoo The Only Joe - Kliss Tormander Gamma Fiend - Garek Urbain Unodus - Retleh Uethorn Adamir - Mai Farrsolin Blank Fate - Valden Artorius Venture Mistborn - Aquilla Orielle OrlokTsubodai - Scipio Tekiel Comatose - Lysander Elariel Aonar Faileas - Maerys Izenry Quiver - Rolan Queade wblk - Koem Wair phattemer - Clofa Erikell Araris Valerian - Arandar Penrod Renegade - Erinald Garde Shallan - Citona Vinid Haelbarde - Edrab Heatherlocke Mailiw73 - Wilor Zerrung The Crooked Warden - Fortis Protegat Kasimir - Kyril Heron PMs will be sent out soon. 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Kasimir he/him Posted July 12, 2015 Posted July 12, 2015 (edited) So, Phat. Care to explain to the rest of the class why you seemed to know something big was about to go down, even before the write-up was posted? Hmm? Edit: Sorry, got my games mixed up. The Wyrm Inquisition will currently withdraw, pending review and accusations of crossing the streams. Phat. Edited July 12, 2015 by Kasimir 2
phattemer Posted July 12, 2015 Posted July 12, 2015 Ummmm... Kas? I think you guys should note that Kas is jumping on the first person to post and he's totally an Eliminator. But actually, I posted that because certain people had threatened to attack me if I didn't send them certain properties and I had no idea if they were still going to. 2
Araris Valerian he/him Posted July 12, 2015 Posted July 12, 2015 You know, we probably could implement some sort of lynch mechanic into this game, although I'm not sure that anyone wants to deal with that sort of thing just yet. Question for Wyrm: Can we set up an extended trade deal, such that we automatically send goods to another player each turn without needing an action? And me hoping for the above to be answered in the positive: Is there anyone that needs a particular type of raw resource in steady production? Arandar was extremely pleased with his new scribe, Master Varun. The man had shown remarkable aptitude in understanding the history of the Final Empire and the Ascension. Varun, on top of his duties as House Scribe, was also engaged in arguments for the rights of skaa. The Lord Ruler had decreed them to be his own property, but the hearts of men cannot be owned by anyone they oppose. Hadrian's skaa were significantly more capable of performing high-level tasks such as collecting information than the sorry fellows that worked on the other Houses' plantations. Perhaps the skaa would be willing to fight for House Penrod in a pinch; since surely they realized that few, if any, of the other Lords would permit them the freedoms that they currently held. Arandar found himself wandering the garden of Keep Penrod. It was a bit of a sorry thing, with brown shoots poking through the ash here and there in several rows along the rooftop. One advantage to having crops up high, that perhaps the rest of the empire failed to consider, is that you didn't have to worry about the ash too much. It didn't build up if you just swept every now and then, and the street skaa did the rest. He dug up one of the plants and pulled the potato out of the ground. While many plants had been full of colors and life before the Ascension, according the Hadrian at least, potatoes hadn't changed much. Hadrian had told Arandar of the time he delivered some potatoes personally to each Lord and Lady. The gesture had been mostly ignored, as he was met by a servant at most of the Keeps. However, he had started a budding alliance with House Urbain, apparently by doctoring some of the former lord's invitations! Arandar didn't feel if he had the same confidence that it would take to pull something like that off. He would have to leave his mark in a different way, although whether he survived to see his heir take control of the house was becoming a greater question with the recent unrest in the city. Arandar turned as he heard footsteps on the stairwell. To be continued later... 3
Orlok Tsubodai Posted July 12, 2015 Posted July 12, 2015 I shall be succinct, due to the late hour in my timezone. I am putting out a wealth reward, corresponding to the usefulness of the information, for any information leading to the correct identification of the House who either sent allomancers against House Tekiel last night, or the House responsible for the attack, should there be a distinction. The sooner in this cycle I am contacted, the better, and the greater the reward shall be. 2
phattemer Posted July 13, 2015 Posted July 13, 2015 It definitely sounded like two houses, Mr tekiel. Of course it is all fluff(the write up) 2
Adamir he/him Posted July 13, 2015 Posted July 13, 2015 (edited) Sorry for my lack of roleplay the last cycle - hopefully this compensates for it. Gedwick - Farrsolin Executioner Gallows humor becomes difficult to pull off as the knot is tied around your neck. Some of you scream. Some of you cry. Some of you beg. And some of you face your deaths with dignity. All poised and noble, you highborn types with heads held high as the noose drops around your head. You are such beautiful liars... it almost makes me laugh, if I had the smallest fragment of what might have once been humor in my soul. Killing people for a living does that to a man; you get out of the business quickly, or you commit to it for the rest of your life. Sad to say, I'm not hanging lordlings today. No, seven screaming, pitiful little things that keep squirming and thrashing as the City Watch hold them still. These are the people who lead the riots. Seven people who might have had some individuality to them, but everyone looks the same in gray prisoner garb. Eight hundred people have gathered around the execution square, held at bay by fifty guardsmen. Every possible background is represented, from beggars in rags to farmers in torn tunics, from entertainers in a patchwork of colours to merchants in their fine silk suits. There was nothing in common between members of the crowd, save for the two bands they wore. Red on the left arm, grey on the right. Red for the fires a hundred years ago, grey for the ash in the air. Mennet Farrsolin's soldiers disobeyed orders, and the repercussions are still being felt a hundred years ago. Well, here, all that kept them from swarming me and freeing the riot leaders was a thin wall of metal pikes. But these were protesters; they were fickle, and would never commit to something as risky as saving their champions. No, they were here to watch. This was just some more entertainment for them, if a bit more sadistic than what they were used to. I finished the last noose, whose bearer had long since run foul of a sore throat. A priest steps forward in dark greys, reading out their last rites. I let my mind wander; I hear the same sermon at every execution. Instead, I looked to two people standing at the forefront of the crowd. When they stepped forwards, the guards stepped back, and the crowd followed. They were not generals, or leaders. No, they were two Farrsolin Mistborn in anonymous earthen-brown robes, the High Speakers. To any man who doubts in the existence of higher powers, let him see a High Speaker's fury. 'Drop them,' I muttered to my assistant. One would think that executions deserve more ceremony on part of the killer, but fifteen years in the business leaves the sane ones cold. The first man drops with nary a sound from his lungs. The rope snaps taught, squeezing at his throat while he thrashes with tied wrists. He flails, but with his windpipe constricted, he can't scream. Someone further down the line screams in his place. The second man drops. The noose was just the slightest bit too wide, and while it still chokes him, its ends catch on his ears and start drawing blood as he twists and turns to try to get his head out. The third man drops. He isn't highborn, but he acts like it, all that quiet dignity and sneering arrogance that come with success. The crowd is still silent, like a hound preparing for a sprint. For the first time that day, I feel the slightest bit nervous. 'Hurry up,' I hissed to my assistant. Better to get this done and get out before the watchers realize how vulnerable we are. Four ropes snap taut. Four men flail about in pathetic desperation. Four men begin to die. Crack. Crack. And just like that, two men are on the ground, gasping for breath. 'Guards!' I yell, but my warning was unnecessary. Three of them were already rushing towards the riot leaders, but they don't take any time to remark on their good fortune. They broke out into an awkward sprint, stumbling with bound hands while trying to evade the guardsmen. The first dives beneath a pike, but forgets the first rule of acrobatics - you need your arms to balance. Hands tied, he can only stumble and fall. He almost kisses the dirt by his angle, and the guard grabs him by the rope around his wrists. The second is having slightly better luck, although not by much. He slides around the first man in his path, slipping under the second's weapon like the red tried and failed to do. He almost hits the crowd, until a guardsman leaps onto him from behind, burrowing a knee in the man's back. 'Kill them,' I whispered, then repeated it so the guards could hear. 'Kill them now!' This was going wrong in every way possible. The guards glanced around, as if uncertain what to do, ignoring my orders. These men were peasants in every sense of the word, dressed up to look intimidating but with no idea what to do with their new status. A High Speaker stepped forwards, raising his hand. And with that simple movement, the City Watch fell to the ground. Every man among them dropped their pikes. Most removed their helmets. And just like that, chaos collapsed. The riot leaders slowly crawled to their feet, walking up to the High Speaker. He raised his hand, pointing to the crowd, and the two prisoners ran past, disappearing into the mob. No, no... Mai's orders had been clear. Don't let anyone interrupt the execution. They all had to die, no matter who tried to stop it... 'You.' I turned to my assistant. 'You were supposed to check the ropes. Can't I trust you to do something that simple...' He smiled. A boy barely grown, but with the coldest eyes I'd seen. It was why I had picked him as my apprentice. He was jaded and broken, the two best traits for an executioner to have. He twirled a knife between two fingers. 'Lady Farrsolin will have me on those gallows because of this! You knew how dangerous these people were. How could-' He raised a finger, walking up to me. 'Part of the plan.' His voice, in the rare occasions when he spoke, was like listening to stone scraping glass. 'She won't kill you.' 'And how,' I hissed, 'is she going to let me live? She has to set an example, and I am going to be that example... Lord Ruler, why did I hire you?' 'She won't kill you. Dead men die once.' The knife went in. Action: None so far, just a bit of roleplay in advance of the action. Edited July 13, 2015 by Adamir 1
Wblk Posted July 13, 2015 Posted July 13, 2015 (edited) "Why do we have so bread?" asked Koem Wair. His bodyguards said nothing, they'd recently been trained and hired to defend him against assassins. A wise decision, if the rumours of an assassination attempt on Lord Tekiel was true. Koem's quartermaster appeared uneasy. "Well sir,we bought some bakeries as you requested. The problem is that we haven't found anyone to sell them to yet.." Can't they do anything themselves? "Then find some people, I assume some of the Noble Houses are wanting for food. See if you can shift as much of this excess bread as possible." Who- Koem Wair as House Lord What- Selling bread to other Houses Why- To earn money When- First Action EDIT: Wyrm has informed that I don't need to use an action to sell goods to NPC Houses,so instead Koem Wair is trying for an Heir for my first Action instead. Edited July 15, 2015 by Wblk
Araris Valerian he/him Posted July 14, 2015 Posted July 14, 2015 I don't have time to finish my RP just yet, but I do have an action: Action 1: Who: Varun acting as House Scribe What: Buying a pasture for sheep Where: Luthadel, right next to the Penrod Lumber Farm When: First Action Why: To produce goods that can be sold to House Erikell for us both to profit
Araris Valerian he/him Posted July 14, 2015 Posted July 14, 2015 Varun glanced at Luthadel from the vantage of the rooftop garden of Keep Penrod. He found it depressing, how every building in the city was stained with dark ash despite the hundreds of thousands of skaa that were brutalized to keep things clean. House Penrod was far better than the others, and Varun suspected he knew why. Arandar didn't seem the type of man to let others influence his moral standards. Beating men to death for sneezing was wrong, whatever the Lord Ruler said, so the skaa that lived under Lord Penrod were not killed for no reason. "My Lord Penrod!" Varun address Arandar from across the garden, "House Erikell has sent you an offer. They are interested in forming a deal with us with regards to agriculture." Arandar rubbed his chin. "Agriculture, you say. Hm... I'm not sure I know too much about the subject. What exactly are the details of their offer?" "Well, nothing is set in stone yet, but they want us to produce some raw goods for them to process, such that both of us make better rates than if we traded with minor Houses." "Very well. There is a patch of land near our lumber farm that might be suited for such an endeavor, although it is too rocky for farmland. Perhaps pigs?" "A good idea, mi'lord. However, might I suggest raising sheep instead? They seem to be a bit more versatile, since they can be milked and sheared, and eventually slaughtered for meat." "Yes, well, perhaps sheep would be better. But do people really drink sheep's milk? It seems like it might get lots of hairs and such floating around inside. And I doubt we could produce economically significant amounts of all of those things at once. Perhaps later we could invest in fabrics... Go see about setting up a pasture by the lumber farm. Regardless of what Lord Erikell decides to do, we won't be able to offer him anything if we don't get started soon. Sheep don't grow on trees, or we would already have plenty." Arandar seemed to think of something suddenly. "I have some paperwork related to my father that I need to deal with. I want to be able to hear lots of... whatever sound sheep make, the next time go to oversee our production facilities." With that he strode purposely past Varun and down the stairs into Keep Penrod. Varun headed off to go find out how to start a pasture. He would probably have to go all the way to Terris to find some of the blasted creatures, but he was the one that had decided to raise them, rather than some more local animals. He worked hard for House Penrod not under the threat of death, but because he knew that if Lord Penrod fell from his House that it would be unlikely he or any of his family would be treated half so well by their next master. And, well, the man was likeable. Arandar had a sort of air about him. He seemed awkward in large groups of people, but he would earnestly talk with individuals about history, philosophy, or how their day had been. You knew that once Arandar trusted you, he would hold to his trust tighter than a Kandra to its bones. 2
Wyrmhero he/him Posted July 14, 2015 Author Posted July 14, 2015 (edited) A trio of reminders: I am basically going dark for the next two days from now on. I will not be able to answer that many questions during that time. I cannot answer questions on Saturday either (well, for about 6 hours before rollover), so early actions = good. Finally, remember that the Turn ends on Saturday this week and from now on, but also that the next Turn does not start until Sunday, 24 hours before it begins. I'm not going to close the thread or stop you from talking to one-another (ignoring the fact that I physically cannot do that) between Turns, but remember that you won't know any of the results of your previous Actions or things that may have happened to you beyond your control. Edited July 14, 2015 by Wyrmhero 3
Mailliw73 he/him Posted July 15, 2015 Posted July 15, 2015 Action 1: Who: Wilor Zerrung What: Building a workshop When: First Action Why: To manufacture specialty weapons made specifically for use by allomancers Action 3: Who: Wilor What: Trying for a child Where: Luthadel When: Third Action Why: To further expand House Zerrung.
Haelbarde he/him Posted July 15, 2015 Posted July 15, 2015 Lord Edrab's father had worked hard throughout his life, to carve out a place in this new, and final, empire. Now it was his turn to continue to lead House Heatherlocke to greatness. He had worked hard so far, and had made progress, but now he needed to look to the future. There needed to be a future generation to pick up the flag. Who? - Lord Heatherlocke What? - Seeking an heir Where? - His personal residence When? - This is my 3rd Action for the Turn. Why? - Lord Heatherlocke needs an heir to continue his line, and potenially to arrange beneficial alliances with the other Houses. The child will be named Casper if male, and Claudia if female. 1
Unodus he/him Posted July 15, 2015 Posted July 15, 2015 It definitely sounded like two houses, Mr tekiel. Of course it is all fluff(the write up) Why do you say that? I can't see anything that makes the write up look like it involved two houses
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted July 15, 2015 Posted July 15, 2015 Who- Aquilla Orielle, house lord. What- building forges Why- to make money off selling weapons. When- 1st Action Second Action: Who: Aquilla What: instructing my Mistborn to look for kandra. Why: So I can kill them.
phattemer Posted July 15, 2015 Posted July 15, 2015 (edited) Generation 2: Turn 2 In the shadows of Keep Tekiel's walls, about half a dozen men and women gathered together. They wore heavy cloaks with large hoods, and each had a belt with vials of metals slotted into it. The only other bit of metal on their persons were the knives they wore at their sides. "Where are they?" one asked, looking around. He spoke in a whisper, as there was no need to speak loudly. Not when everyone here could pick up a breath across a room. "They're late." "What did you expect from them?" Their leader shrugged dismissively. "We all know they're not the best disciplined." "I'm just saying that we need them to be here. Where are they?" He frowned under his cloak. "Perhaps we should go and find them." A third, a female Mistborn, looked up. "No need. I can see metal flying towards us." "What?" Swearing. "Why the hell can you see their metals from so far away? What are they thinking, wearing so much?! We should call this off." "We can't. Do you want to be the one to go and explain we got scared off?" the female speaker asked. "'Oh, we decided to go home because House-'" "Ssh." The leader said. "They're here. Maintain professionalism and stop complaining." Another group of Mistborn dropped down in front of them. The first grinned. "Hey. We ready to loot this place or what?" "We're not looting it," one of the first responded. "We're in and out quickly. We cause as much chaos as possible. Picking up a handful of coins will just make us easier to kill." "Well, whatever. If I'm attacking there, I'm gonna grab myself some lucre. I'm not listening to some coward who's too afraid to attack on his own. We clear?" "Crystal," the leader responded, rolling his eyes. He gave a look to the rest of his House and nodded to them. They were looking out for themselves, not their allies. "Let's get this over with," he muttered as he dropped a coin onto the floor and sailed over the Keep's walls, landing on a guard and slitting the man's throat before he was even aware of his presence. "No need for that," one of the second group said with a cocky smile. "Ready boys?" He and the rest of his House's infiltraitors burnt steel, and there was a great creaking noise as the door moved. Then there was a snap, and the door toppled forwards, almost crushing one of them. There was a loud slamming noise as it hit the cobbled ground. Sounds like one military House and one not-so-military House.Action 3: Trying for an Heir Etc. Edited July 15, 2015 by phattemer
Blank Fate Posted July 15, 2015 Posted July 15, 2015 If I were you guys, I wouldn't base any argument on the write-up: Of note for this write-up is that I do not give out sensitive information in these things. This should be considered fluff rather than anything specific. The number of deaths and what have you in here is at best rumour and at worse outright wrong. Just putting that out there 1
Kasimir he/him Posted July 16, 2015 Posted July 16, 2015 (edited) To say nothing of the fact that our Almighty GM, the Wyrm his Honour, is a most noted Troll of the highest calibre -Kyril Heron #5: Promises of WaterElise found him in the baths. He’d snapped the cane—surprising himself with his own viciousness—and had it burned.“Is he?” she asked.He knew. He looked at her, and nodded, minutely.We do to our sons what our fathers do to us, he had thought. And so it went on. Because they must. Because Wallace Heron had done what he had to, and now, so had he.Duty, of course. That was the only way to drown the heart, to numb it, to silence its cries. To steel it and to still do that which needed doing. He leaned back against the stone of the baths and closed his eyes, and just wished…He didn’t know what he wished.To shut out the world for a time, perhaps.The scars on his back itched, sometimes. Still felt raw. He reached over his shoulder, traced the long ripples of keloid. They’d dug out the splinters later. He wasn’t drunk enough for it. He’d been a boy. The worst was cleaning them out. The alcohol hurt the most.He drowned them in the warm water of the baths, too. All thought, all worry, all memory. Let the water wash over him and sweep away the aches with it.Splashing.“It’s a dirty practice,” Elise said, finally.He made a sound; neither agreement nor disagreement.“It makes us what we are.”“What are we?”He opened his eyes to see her regarding him. She’d removed her clothes and joined him, on the opposite end of the small bath. “Mistborn,” she said, simply. “My father beat me too, you know.”He reached out, across the intervening space, took her hand. “I’m—”She placed a finger on his lips. “I’m not,” she said, firmly. “Being Mistborn…I wouldn’t give that up, for the world.”“I would.” It wasn’t the House Lord speaking. The House Lord would never say that. Could never say that.“I know,” she said. “I don’t understand that.”“I know.” There were no words. He reached out—put his arm around her. Memory of a late night, a coin nicking his throat. It could be anything, cousin. Wystan and a promise. “I don’t want to talk about that.”“Are you sure?”“Talking doesn’t help everybody,” he said.“I’ve never felt more free than when I’m burning steel and iron,” she said. An admission. An offer. “The mists are yours. The night is yours. And above all, the air is yours. You’re just flying, graceful and sure. Nothing can stop you. It’s intoxicating.”He thought about it. Reached a decision that surprised even himself. “Will you…?”“Will I what?”“Teach me.”Elise considered it. “Yes,” she said, finally.Action Two: •Who? - Kyril Heron, in his personal capacity.•What? - Kyril Heron is trying for an Heir with Lady Elise Heron. [if they get a boy, he'll be named Anaximander. A girl will be named Anaximander. Gotta love unisex names, dontcha? (I know, technically it's not unisex. But...) ]•Where? - In a bath in Keep Heron. (Kyril's getting better at picking his place )•When? - This is my second action for the Turn.•Why? - With the current excitable politics in Luthadel, Kyril knows that having a son isn't enough to secure succession for the future of House Heron. To make things a little less dicey, he and Elise are trying to have another child. In addition, an additional Allomancer is always good for House Heron, and Kyril has to privately admit that he likes the idea of having a big family. Edited July 18, 2015 by Kasimir 3
Adamir he/him Posted July 17, 2015 Posted July 17, 2015 (edited) I might have a power cut for the next twenty four hours, throwing my actions out now. Who: Lady Mai What: Trying for an Heir When: Action 1 Why: You can never have enough children when you are Mistborn Names: Arlen, Beskha Who: Lady Mai What: Pardoning the rioters and riot leaders, promoting the riot leaders to her personal scribes, and assigning them positions in her council. When: Action 2 Why: So as to appease the skaa Who: Lady Mai What: Transferring a farm to House Zerrung When: Action 3 Why: For a stable long-term alliance EDIT: Also, is the Luthadel-Seran canal and/or road owned yet? Edited July 17, 2015 by Adamir
Quiver he/him Posted July 17, 2015 Posted July 17, 2015 Here's my public action this turn, I'll try and get the roleplay up tomorrow when I'm in less of a panic! Who: Lord Rolan Queade What: Building a prison Where: Luthadel When: Action 2 Why: As it is, there's only really two options when it comes to handling with crime (legally); fines or execution. Jail offer's another option. In theory, it might make me a little bit of money -bail's and stuff- but primarily, I'm trying to institute some Justice. Of course, since this is the Final Empire, part of my plan's for the skaa criminals will be that they will be available to work as a labour force, for the Lord Ruler -or for other Houses (if they pay me). We can work out the details later. (Basically, the Final Empire equivalent of breaking rocks or community service... so significantly more terrible, probably) 2
Orlok Tsubodai Posted July 17, 2015 Posted July 17, 2015 I'm afraid I don't feel up to trying to write any roleplay tonight - I'm not feeling fantastically well at the moment. What? Investing in the Tekiel Military Where? Keep Fadrex Why? To grow the military and prepare it for future attacks Who? Lord Tekiel When? Third action of the turn 1
little wilson she/her Posted July 17, 2015 Posted July 17, 2015 I'm having a blasted hard time coming up with a good RP right now, and I know I said that I'd do one this turn, but that's not going to happen. However, thanks to my planned actions for next turn and how long I've been planning those, I've had plenty of RP ideas for that, so I can guarantee I'll be RPing next time. Without a doubt. For now, my public action: Who: Lady Adira Wilson, as House Lady What: Purchasing a cotton plantation and a military uniform clothing factory. Where: The cotton plantation will be near the Wilson farm outside of Urteau, and the factory will be in Luthadel When: Action 2 Why: To clothe the Wilson troops in military uniforms of House Wilson's colors so they look more respectable and maintained. Also to make and sell uniforms to other Houses who wish to purchase high-quality uniforms for their own troops. (So I will be keeping the first shipment of uniforms for myself, and selling shipments thereafter, unless I designate at some future point that I wish to keep another shipment) 3
Comatose he/him Posted July 18, 2015 Posted July 18, 2015 Lysander Elariel Generation 2, Turn 2 Roleplay: The unforgiving gaze of Lady Lutha Elariel, founder of the house, stared down from the canvas, seemingly daring Lysander to risk her wrath along with House Elariel's fortunes. In the hundred years since Lady Lutha's reign, House Elariel had done well for itself, maintaining its holdings and stabilizing its position among the elite of Luthadel. And yet, none of the House Rulers since Lady Lutha, Lysander's mother included, had managed to truly expand the house's enterprises. Despite being relatively new to his position, Lysander already felt constrained by Elariel's current wealth and influence. The hotels were running well, including Lysander's most recent acquisition, the fields producing on schedule, and Elariel's side businesses were coming along nicely. There would be no better time to expand than the present to think of the future and try to build upon what his ancestors had began. Am I ready? The portrait gave no answer. Lysander sighed, and turned back to his writing desk, going over the forms and files stacked there one more time. The recent attack on House Tekiel had shaken the rest of the nobility, and the other members of the family were already pestering him about what Elariel's response would be. The Tekiels were a strong house, with a powerful allomantic line tracing back to one of the nine original mistborn. In fact, the original Lord Tekiel was the same Mistborn who Lysander had inherited his own allomancy from. The Tekiels had repelled the attack, so surely Elariel would be able to do the same if they too were attacked, but what might they lose in the process? If Lysander was truly going to make his house grow, he needed to plan, and to be ready to defend his house's holdings should they come under attack. For the first time in weeks, Lysander smiled as a plan began to develop. Action: Action 2: Building Defences [PUBLIC] Who: Lord Lysander Elariel What: Using house funds to build defences around the Elariel holdings in Luthadel and Tremredare. Where: Luthadel and Tremredare. When: Gen 2, Turn 2, Action 2. Why: To discourage potential enemies from attacking, and preparing for an attack should it occur. 1
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