Calm before the Storm

[MacThorstenson he/him]

Mac sees septimus questioning, then dabs on him because he is hating on people. 

[Kidpen he/him]

Kalmar was upset at the fourth wall breaking going on here.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Nei'an is worried that is the fourth wall collapses, nothing will be left to hold up the roof.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Nei'an frowed at Septimus, who was also there, for criticizing his masterpeices.

"Less is more," he said aloud.

[I think I am here. he/him]

Rashan watches with disdain as Esha takes the lead. He looks down, and manages to see @Voidus.

"Hey!" He calls down. "Think you could elsecall in my arms!? Being a squire would really help right now!"

[Lord Meeker he/him]

Rhazien casually walked down the street tailed by Septimus and Nei'an. He smiled at the sight. The pair was once his most trusted advisers and friends . Now they were just companions on a journey. What had he lost? Hope? Perhaps. Dedication and determination? These were things that he still retained he was sure of it.

He kept walking down the street, a hand on one of his aluminum short swords. It was one of the many physical weapons he carried. In addition to his short sword, he wore a broad sword, which he termed Ragrell, a name from the Aons Rao and Reo, just modified a bit. Spirit of Retribution or Spirit of Punishment. A suitable name that had killed plenty of men wielded by a Ghost- former Ghostblood. Rhazien also carried an array of glass kunai strapped around his upper calves. HE was quite literally armed to the teeth if you considered his Athablade, which could essentially become any weapon in an instant.

"Atha?" He whispered.

A black form grew into view on his left shoulder. Atha, his inkspren, sat on his shoulder. Atha was a woman or at least a female spren.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "I haven't heard or seen you since I placed the Gravitational spike."

Atha refused to speak or look at him at all.

"If it is because Voidus had to kill a a surgebinder to gain that ability I am sorry. Sorry that a Honorspren or Highspren, your kin, needed to be killed as well. It was necessary." He continued.

"Please I could care less if a Highspren or Honorspren was spiked to get what we needed. It is essential to the plans we discussed before we set out on this journey. It was logical and I was prepared." Atha's posture read differently.

Rhazien said nothing, he checked behind him to see if this companions were keeping up. He felt within him feeling the well of power described as Allomancy. Soothing and Rioting, Zinc and Brass. He reached into his pouch and pulling coins from it. Rhazien serveys the street, picking a small boy on his left that swept the porch of a store. He soothed away the boy's fear and distrust, and encouraging the boy's curiosity with Zinc. The boy dropped the broom and looked over at him, rather the hand that held the coins.

"Come here boy, I require your services." Rhazien said.

Showing no hesitancy, the boy scrambled over to him, more interested in the money than this own safety. Rhazien's allomancy, or rather the Hemalurgy that granted it, was no means subtle, nor was it blatantly obvious that he was using it. It was something he needed to practice and perfect. As for the Aons, Mac had said that it needed Devotion, years of it. All Rhazien needed was to access the Dor though it, he did not need to become proficient with them.

"I need you to do two things. The first, I require you to requisition three horses from the stable. Secondly, I need you to find Mace ( @Archer ), the feruchemist, and tell him that I need to speak with him, it is important an urgent that I see him before I leave. Tell him he can find me at the VillageInn, in one hour." He commanded , handing the boy the coins. "Some of these are for the horses, the rest you can keep. Now go quickly!"

Rhazien ruffled the boy's hair with a gloved hand before the boy took off running down the street. He turned to the pair following him.

"Wait here, there is business I need to complete on my own in here." He told them, nodding to the tattoo parlor he had stopped in front of. 

He didn't wIt for a response, he walked inside. Rhazien placed more coins on the table and sat down in the chair, rolling up his left sleeve. He placed stylized version of six Aons. One could tell they were Aons, but they were not correct enough to allow hm to access the Dor with them. He looked down at his Ghostblood tattoo, which sat on the inside of his right thumb. He breathed in stormlight and pushed the ink from his skin. He wiped the ink on his cloak. The pain came. Rhazien closed his eyes and relished in it. 

Aon Ela was the first of the Aons on his upper arm. Focus. The Aon that followed was Ien. Wisdom brought on by focus. Next was Nae. Sight and clarity. This is what wisdom gave. Eon was placed under Nae. Willpower, would bring the following Aons. Sheo and Dao were the last to be inked into his skin upon his arm. Death and stability. 

He stopped the tattoo artist before she placed the final Aon. 

"I want the last on the back of my right hand." He firmly stated. 

The woman nodded and began the final Aon. Aon Ati, the one that contained three interlocking triangles, similar to the Ghostblood tattoo he had minutes before, and stood for hope. He would bring hope. He had removed himself from the Ghostblood ranks and dissolved the group. But his heart was still there. He would refound them. He had not forgotten, Aon Ati was a symbol for his hope of re-establishing them. 

Once he was done he breathed in stormlight to heal the small puncture wounds in his skin require to place the ink. He check to see that he had not inadvertently pushed the ink from his skin. The Aons were still there, dark as night against his light tan skin. He stood, thanking the woman before he left. 

Rhazien garhered Septimus and Nei'an leading them to the VillageInn northeast from the parlor. He entered the building crossing the room to a more secluded booth. He sat and ordered a Fjordell garha and more clemabread from a waitress. 

"Don't you dare soulcast this not the table," he said, glaring. "I want finished with it the first time."

The clemabread and shortly after he had spoken with his drink. He took a large sip, before he set down the mug he spoke. 

"It is time that I tell you what I hope to accomplish. I need your help gathering," Rhazien paused to see if anyone was listening then lowered his voice. "Investiture. I need more of it, if I am to accomplish my goal. I will explain more later when we are someplace more secure. Now for why we are here. I bartered with Mace for some Unkeyed metal minds. All we need to do is wait."

He took another gulp of garha. 

"Are there any questions, concerns, anything at all?" He asked. 

Edited May 13, 2018 by Mraize

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Storms," Mac stared at Rhazien down at the end of the road. "Where did he get his power? He's already able to target specific people and manipulate specific emotions. Voidus, we should have spiked him earlier! He is able to bypass the interference of at least 3 different types of investiture, and be able to manipulate specific emotions after only 2 minutes of practice! This guy skilled."

[Lord Meeker he/him]

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That was a beast of a wrote up for me.

 

[MacThorstenson he/him]

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That was a good write up.

 

[Archer he/him]

Knock knock. The sound reverberated around the room, as Mace pounded on the door. 

"Who's there?" the owner of the Village Inn shouted back. 

"Mace!" 

"Mace who?" 

"Ma-ce if you open up the door!" came the reply, pronounced 'may see' for those keeping score at home. The joke was forced, but Mace wasn't in the mood for subtlery. Tonight was about business. 

Edited May 13, 2018 by Archer

[Kidpen he/him]

Kalmar was worried. He had seen Rhazien go in to the tattoo parlor and come out with the Aons, even if he didn't know what they did. In the Village Inn, he wasn't able to hear what he had been saying, but saw him speaking to Nei'an and Septimus. This was concerning. It implied that the Ghostbloods may not be as gone as many might think. He began to leave, but he noticed Mace outside the door (with a bag of something). Kalmar decided to wait it out, and try to get closer to hear what Mace would say. 

[Lord Meeker he/him]

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Why thank you @MacThorstenson  @Archer you going to with Rhazien at this point in time?

 

[Archer he/him]

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Sure. But be aware that I'm not carrying any money so

a.) I'm not worth mugging

and b.) you're paying for anything I break

Edit to move things along: 

Mace strolled over to where Rhazien was seated.

"I've got the stuff you wanted. Cost me an arm and a leg to get it. Don't worry though, it was someone else's limbs." Mace paused for a moment to think about the cannibals. "It's all in this here bag."

He slid a brown sack across the table. Rhazien reached to grab it, but Mace stuck out his hand to grab the outstretched arm. Twisting it over, he looked at the tattoos.
"Those better be octopus ink. But knowing you, they're likely not." He relenquished his grip, then waved for Rhazien to inspect the bag.
"As I said, it's all there. The sprouts will need some time to grow, but everything else in there is ready. The two metalminds you wanted are in the cedar boxes near the bottom. Finest quality, I got them from the same place I get mine. The copper may be a bit rusty, but it's the best I could do given your, um, specifications." Mace had debated putting a Rosharian chicken that was neither dead nor alive in the box, but common sense had won out. One did not try and cheat death. Casually nodding in the direction of the seemingly empty corner of the room, he waited for Rhazien to complete his inspection. 

Edited May 14, 2018 by Archer

[Blazenella he/him]

Septimus sat quietly as Mace excavated the contents of his bag. Septimus frowned as he looked at the metalminds, which looked as if they'd simply been ripped off of people. He reached towards his own, spiked into his upper arms. It was rare for Septimus to not be compounding. He could do days worth of thinking in a few seconds. He turned to Nei'en, who was probably sleeping, or at least pretending to. Rhazien kept looking towards his arm and his new tattoo, and start to inspect what Mace had begun to pile on the table.  

[I think I am here. he/him]

5 minutes ago, Blazenella said:

Septimus sat quietly as Mace excavated the contents of his bag. Septimus frowned as he looked at the metalminds, which looked as if they'd simply been ripped off of people. He reached towards his own, spiked into his upper arms. It was rare for Septimus to not be compounding. He could do days worth of thinking in a few seconds. He turned to Nei'en, who was probably sleeping, or at least pretending to. Rhazien kept looking towards his arm and his new tattoo, and start to inspect what Mace had begun to pile on the table.  

 

Voidus didn't respond, so Rashan called to Septimus.

"Hey, smarty, how do I win this race?!" he called down.

[Blazenella he/him]

Septimus looked out the window where a man was flying through the air. Rashan. Septimus sighed as he shaped the roof, allowing him to go up. He tossed his metal attractor to Rashan. 

" You can make sure you keep up with this!" Septimus shouted. He jumped down and reformed the roof, sitting back down and sighing.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Nei'an hung about the rafter of the building, unknown to Rhazien or Septimus, although the weird aon lady had seen him.

Nei'an pulled one of those glowing pen things out of his bag and wrote to Rashan "Use the Fabrial."

Then he fell onto the floor and sauntered over to Rhazien's supposed 'seculded area'. He pushed Mace out of the way, plucked a grape from off the table, and once again climbed into the rafters, now right above Rhazien. Rhazien didn't move.

"Rhazien," Nei'an said, "Our alliance is now broken. You continue on with the Ghostbloods, trying to keep a tyrannical system together, while all I want is change. I would kill you now, but that's not fair. The next time I see you, however, you will die."

Nei'an sat back on the rafters. He was not afraid of anything they could do to him, as he would see it coming. Klaw, thankfully, rested on his shoulder, now with armor covering her vulnerable underbelly. Nei'an would never again let Klaw die.

Nei'an waited.

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For those of you who have been complaining of the shortness of my paragraphs, how bout this?

 

[Blazenella he/him]

Septimus frowned at what Nei'en said. He was acting very strangely, so in response Septimus breathed in stormlight. He proceeded to cover Nei'en with wood, locking his limbs, and covering all except his face. He then put an assortment of seeds on said face and watched with amusement as Klaw began to peck at Nei'en's face. This all happened in an instant, and Nei'en was left immobilized and struggling uselessly.

[Lord Meeker he/him]

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ANOTHER WRITE UP YAY

Rhazien picked up one of the metalminds from off the table, inspecting it, completely ingoring the man as he grabbed his arm.
"Copper and bronze." He said appreciatively. "These will come in handy. I thank you."
Memories. This was fortune indeed. If anything happened, his memories would be stored for those who would tread in his footsteps. Pick up where he had failed. Although he would need to take time to store up his most important memories he would indeed be worth it save these memories.
Wakefulness would be another important attribute. Although that was a little bit more risky, as he feared assassins. His task was too important for him to fail. To store it required him to be in a state of sleepiness and slow reaction time. If an assassin were to catch him in storing this attribute he would undoubtedly perish. He would have to store it in situations where he could guarantee his own safety.
"Now for me to fulfill my end of the bargain." Rhazien said, as he placed the metalminds on his right upper arm an pulled the sleeve back down. "I regret to inform you that TUBA harbors a traitor in their midst. Another Potato, if you will, in your ranks. I do can not say if this person is using the Aon Shao or is perhaps a Kandra, as I do not know personally for myself. I do however have trusted spies watching each and every member of your organization. I will give you this information, once I know for myself, at a price." Rhazien smiled. "Now I must be off. Important business to attend to and very little time to do so. I will give you this bit of advice for free. A storm is coming, prepare, I do not know if I can stop it."
He turned his cloak whipping around him. He stalked from the room, pushing and pulling on the emotions of those around him. He felt confident in his new powers. Feruchemy was now his, or rather he was able to store Memories and Wakefulness. These were in his opinion the most important abilities Feruchemy could give him. Mace, attempting to give him feruchemy that had little combat oriented applications, had unknowingly provided him a powerful tool, lest he should fail. It would have to be a very dedicated person or group at that to succeed in stopping him. He smiled as he left the inn and stepped out into the sunlight.
He had access to Surgebinding, Hemalurgy, the Dor, and now Feruchemy. The next things on his list was locate Kane, an apparent master at ChayShan, and First of Night, said to own two Aviar and knew how to acquire one.
He pulled out a small block of molding clay to practice his Transformation. He had managed to change objects from their current state, although he could only manage to change said objects into opposites of what he wanted. Hence the block of clay to practice. He sucked in stormlight from one of the pouches on his belt, focusing on the block of clay in his hand. He connected with the object on a cognitive level. A place of both realms, the physical and the spiritual. It was the secret to his Phasing. Being in both realms allowed ease of access to both, to travel in a blink.
"I am clay!" Atha said, interpreting for him.
What did he want the clay to become? A liquid seemed good.
"You are oil." He replied.
"I am clay." The clay said happily.
"Think of the freedom of movement." Rhazien said.
"I am clay?" It questioned.
"You are oil. Flammable. Useful. Yes, you are oil."
"I am clay," the clay responded uncertainly.
"No," He firmly said. "You are oil, easily burned. Useful, you are not useful as clay."
"I am fire." It said, proceeding to burst into flames.
"NO! You are oil!"
"I am smoke." It replied, happily.
Rhazien sighed. He could give it another go later. He didn't want to accidentally start a fire indoors. Knowing him and his ability with soulcasting he would manage to destroy the building in some odd fashion.
He stopped abruptly, arriving at his destination. The store was a place where unique animals from all over the Alleyverse were sold. Whitespines, Deathants, Axehounds, skyeels, you name it, the owner had at least one of them. He walked up to the counter, and leaned in.
"I need a bird, an Aviar to be more particular, that works similarly to Atium." He said pushing on the man's emotions.
"I am afriad that we are all out of that particular bird. We do have ones that work similarly to copper an bronze, as well as bendalloy. Those we have in stock as they are in high demand." the manager said.
Rhazien kept influencing the man with his metals. "I can not accept those kinds of birds. I need one that allows me to see my own deaths."
The man frowned. "Well I guess you could talk to our supplier, First of the Night, he is rather skilled in capturing Aviar. To barrow his services you will need to pay for it. As he will be gone for a while and that will decrease my business."
Rhazien placed a bag of coins on the table. Money was a tool, one that he was running out of fast.
"He is out back, just brought in a new supply today." The man grunted, picking up the coins and counting them.
Rhazien nodded. Exiting he rounded the building to see what the man had described. A man unloading several cages of birds onto the back porch of the store.
"Hello." Rhazien said as cheerfully as he could manage. "First of night, I assume? I am looking for an Aviar. One that works on the premise of Atium. I was told you could locate one. I am prepared to go on an expedition, to acquire myself such a fine specimen."
Rhazien thrust his hand out for a hand shake.

 

[Voidus]

The rock Elsecalled to Rashan, letting out a telepathic sigh as it did so.

[Life&Death]

Soul saw Nei’an covered in wood and sighed. His oaths technically required him to free him, but it was so soon after the last time he got trapped for no apparent reason. It was hard to find the will to do so.

Compounding Identity Soul became more sure of himself and his oaths, so he stood up and walked over to the motionless man.

Soul watched for a moment as the Aviar pecked at Nei’an’s face, enjoying the humiliation of Nei’an. 

A breeze blew by making Soul pause.

”It’s been too long since I’ve flown.” He instinctively sucked in some stormlight and started hovering before he remembered why he stopped storing Identity in the first place. 

“Elefthera?” Soul’s spren formed into a thin Shardblade, which Soul used to cut Nei’an free. 

“You should stop getting yourself into these situations” Soul said before flying off directly upwards as fast as he could.

“Where are we going” El asked, spinning around Soul as a reflective ribbon.

”Does it matter?” Soul responded. Quickly burning Aluminum, his stormlight disappeared in a rush. Extinguishing Aluminum and quickly breathing in more stormlight his added lashings to make him hover a couple miles above the ground. His black cloak fluttering around him he looked out across the Alleyverse, the only place where the cosmere mixed with part of the multiverse of Earth. Soul smiled in satisfaction before burning aluminum again and started plunging back towards the building he flew from.

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@Mraize are you talking to my other character? Or someone else? If you are trying to talk to me, then my character is named Fifth of the Night.

Again I meant for him to only be used in a PM but I’ll use him throughout the alleyverse if people want him. 

 

[Grey Knight]

16 minutes ago, Mraize said:

...Another Potato, if you will, in your ranks. 

Hey! I resent this reference, even as I acknowledge its usefulness as an allusion!

[Lord Meeker he/him]

1 minute ago, Grey Knight said:

Hey! I resent this reference, even as I acknowledge its usefulness as an allusion!

I enjoyed killing you.

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@LIFE&DEATH The character does not matter. Your choice. 

 

Edited May 14, 2018 by Mraize

[Life&Death]

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Alright, then I’ll use both. I’ll make sure to make it clear who is doing what. Unfortunately I can’t tap mental speed so just one more clarification. Are you trying to contact Fifth of the Night?

 

[Lord Meeker he/him]

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Who ever can get me an Avair and quickly  I need to move on with more important things