Scadrial Thread

[John Flamesinger he/him]

Alyssa was shocked. From what she could tell, those words meant that she was defecting. It could paint a target on her back, and an even bigger one on the parlor. Alyssa had been seen around there.

And so had John.

[little wheel he/him]

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Is it possible to join this now? Also, is there some summary somewhere?

 

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

27 minutes ago, bees? said:

 

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We’re currently deciding on whether or not to revive this thread! We will let you know either way 

 

[+Invocation]

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Soon.

 

[+Invocation]

Lance looked around for a second and spotted a chest a short distance away. There's no chance they left our stuff that close. But, as it turned out, they absolutely had. Lance opened the chest to find both of his dueling canes and, fortunately, his coat with its vials still intact. Thank Harmony for stupid henchmen. Or lazy henchmen. He threw his mistcoat on, downed a vial's worth from his flask and grinned. Time for some fun. As the first group of hazekillers ran into the room, he threw up a speed bubble, Pulling on the metal doorknob behind them to hurtle the length towards them, meeting them with twin canes to the forehead before they could react. He dropped the bubble and sprinted toward the other group, the ones he couldn't catch in the initial bubble and cracking the knees of the first two. He took a cane to the back before he could turn around, but bore that blow and jabbed directly into the solar plexus of his attacker, knocking the wind from them, then spun and took their feet right out from under them. His grin grew. This was what power was. This was why he lived. Two left, if his count had been right. He turned and saw one trying to sneak up on him. Fool. Lance took him down with a solid hit to the ribs, then moved onto the last one, tapping electrum and choking him into unconsciousness despite the best attempts of the shorter man to break his grip. 

"Well that was fun! I needed a good scrap. Feel free to worship me now, if you like."

@Ookla the Emperor @(anyone else in this area because honestly I don't remember who all is here)

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I missed being able to RP Lance. Forgot how much fun the smug arrogance was.

 

[old man moomba he/him]

Aben glanced at Lance. Floating within the ko'di as he was, he felt only a slight annoyance, and even that was muted. "I won't worship you, but you are a master of your craft, though some would call your style... crude." as he spoke, he wiped his sword on the coat of a hazekiller, then sheathed it with a flourish. "Then again, those some are haughty; they have little respect for those who wield other weapons than the sword." Aben's voice was flat and unemotional, though he did mean what he said.

[+Invocation]

2 hours ago, Ookla the Stand User said:

"Then again, those some are haughty; they have little respect for those who wield other weapons than the sword."

Lance nodded. "Swords. So archaic. And not nearly as fun as a solid wood cane."

[+Sorana she/her]

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Where is Lance at the moment?

 

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

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At the canal warehouse I thiiink?

 

[+Invocation]

11 hours ago, Ookla the Dreamer said:

 

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Canal warehouse, yes.

 

[old man moomba he/him]

"So you say." Aben said, "My father said that one should never underestimate a master of any weapon, no matter how dangerous the weapon itself may seem." he nodded to Lance's cane, "Blademasters are meant to be one with the sword, they are the weapon, not the sword." with a humorless grin, he glanced down at his sword, "Not all live that philosophy, though." Aben glanced to the exit, "We should likely turn our efforts to more practical matters, like getting out of this warehouse, instead of talking about weapons." 

[+Sorana she/her]

14 hours ago, ZincAboutIt said:

At the canal warehouse I thiiink?

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Other characters were about to go there as well, iirc?

 

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54 minutes ago, Ookla the Dreamer said:

 

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Probably. 

 

[little wheel he/him]

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is this active enough for me to join again?
if so, what should i know to join?

 

[+Sorana she/her]

5 hours ago, Ookla the Epic Gamer said:

is this active enough for me to join again?
if so, what should i know to join?

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I hope it is, but I don't know yet.

We are pretty far along in the plot, but you can definitely still join. It's about a war between gangs, and our characters got caught in between. It's set in Era 2 Scadrial, so characters that are use here, can't easily be used elsewhere. It's possible, but you have to think of something.

At the moment a group is at the soothing parlor (which might be a good place to join) and another one is already at the harbor, fighting (another place to join). I think the parlor group might be able to offer some insights, about what is going on and what happened, or you just stumble into the fighting and ask your questions later.

 

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin pushed the hair back from her face with one hand, feeling a headache beginning somewhere between her eyes. There was too much happening here, too many pieces moving across the board. Lance was trapped somewhere in a canal warehouse, and if the Scarlet's won this war she was as good as dead. They all were.

We should leave, she thought desperately. We should all leave, right now. Hide in another Octant for a few days, then slip out with a baggage train. Maybe head for another city. New Seran? Perhaps Brillin knows people in New Seran. I could start over, open a new parlour... with no money. With nothing. I have nothing.

There was a sudden, sharp crack, and it was only the delayed stinging in her palm that told Nerin it had been her own hand coming down hard on the wooden counter. She glared up at Zeke, her eyes hot and narrowed, and she pressed a hard, indelicate Soothing on the boy. Nerin flattened his arrogance and his swagger, most of his curiosity, and all of his pride, leaving only the rotting timbers of uncertainty and fear to hold up the rickety house of his emotions. 

"No one is going anywhere with you, boy," she said, low and hard. "We're under the Farriers' protection now. You might say they're finished, but I'd bet ten boxings that they've still got enough metal to take care of you."

Zeke paled a bit, and she could see one of his hands shaking.

"Now get out."

@Ookla the Dreamer

[old man moomba he/him]

3 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

We should leave, she thought desperately. We should all leave, right now. Hide in another Octant for a few days, then slip out with a baggage train. Maybe head for another city. New Seran? Perhaps Brillin knows people in New Seran. I could start over, open a new parlour... with no money. With nothing. I have nothing.

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To the Roughs! So Aben can chill with the wolves!

 

[+Sorana she/her]

15 hours ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Zeke paled a bit, and she could see one of his hands shaking.

"Now get out."

Attayl watched Zeke pale, and at Nerin's last command he turned around, ran out of the door. Soon after, the sounds of his fast steps vanished as well and he was gone. She looked at the door, as if trying to understand where he had gone, that he had left so easily. Her eyes darted to Nerin and she corrected her thought. Not easily. Nerin had made him leave.

"Thank you." she muttered under her breath and straightened. "We should go to the warehouse?" She asked, her voice shaking only a little. They needed to stop the Scarlets from winning,  they had opposed them openly, there was no way they would survive if they ended up in control of this octant. She knew these laws by heart, had grown up with them. It wall about pleasing who was in charge and making sure you stood on the right side if a power change occured. Only they had messed the last part up.

"Get Lance and then make sure, nobody ever comes here again." While she spoke, her hands reached for her knives and she cleaned them, then fastened them to her belt. She could run away, do what Brillin had suggested. Find a train and leave, build up a new existence somewhere. But Nerin - she owed her and she felt like she should make sure that she could continue to live here before she left Elendel once and for all. Attayl looked at her hands, at the blood that, despite scrubbing them, still rested under her fingernails. She had killed. But it wasn't the first time, and she knew it wasn't the last time either. She had survived on these streets by using what she had, her body, her brain and her hands. She could curl up somewhere, wait for the storm to blow over, dress up nicely and resume doing what they told her. Or she stopped it. Her hands brushed over the dress, over her curves and she pursed her lips in thought. It was her body, her live, her path. And she was done with being a victim. She had trained with her knives, she was an allomancer. Not too practiced with the last one, but she was useful. The gang was dead, this was her chance to start down a new way. And once they were done here, she would ask Brillin if she might come along, travel the world. Leave this stinking mess of a city for good.

"I've been to the warehouse before." She continued, her voice turning steady, there are several entrances. For the workers, a huge one for the wares and of course the fany one for the potential customers." She knelt down, made sure her boots were fastened tight, then she straightened her dress, pulled her hair back to a ponytail. "I can lead the way there. Maybe we can surprise them. They are powerful, but if they don't see us coming-"

She left the end of her sentence open, instead her fingers tapped her knife in a very explicit gesture.

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@Ookla the Maybe-Existent

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Just in case you are interested to restart this as well.

 

Edited December 17, 2019 by Ookla the Dreamer

[I think I am here. he/him]

“You want to kill them?” Brillin said, stepping in front.

He looked around at the people gathered, here in the aftermath of the brawl. Of death and destruction. And yet, the idea of willingly killing someone else irked Brillin. He didn’t want to write in his book that he was a murderer, least of all in Elendel, supposedly the greatest city in the Basin. Since when had everything gone so wrong?

He sighed, looked to the knife.

“They will have allomancers too, won’t they? And they outnumber us. What if we just burnt the whole warehouse down? Crippled their supply of money and their hideout. That could put them at a real disadvantage for the Farriers to take care of them, without outright murdering people?”

[+Sorana she/her]

"Lance is at the warehouse." Attayl replied, unsure what else to say. If they burned down the warehouse he would die, and while she wasn't sure what to make of him, he had helped them. A little at least, so maybe aim for a compromise? "And yes, they will. Maybe we can warn Lance, and then set the whole thing on fire?"

She suggested, made a gesture around the room, as if she was standing in the warehouse already. "The problem is, we lack information. We don't know how important this particular warehouse is to them. Nor do we know, if it really is their hideout. I would prefer to go there, try to sneak into it, see what we can find out about the situation."

A grim look entered her eyes, when she stared Brilling square in his eyes. "I won't end up selling myself to them as well. I am done with that. And if it means, that I have to kill, to get away from them, I will do it. I only want to belong to myself, to make the decision what I do and with whom I do things myself? I know, it's maybe too much to ask, but I have to try. This is my chance, my possibility to change something." And she had to take it.

"I don't enjoy to kill people. But I never saw a conflict like that resolved without a knife. If we can find another way, I am always up for it. But I don't want to be the one dead," she heard desperation creep into her voice, but still she continued to speek, "I want to leave this place, I want to do learn how to read and see the world just like you do. I want to be free."

Edited December 17, 2019 by Ookla the Dreamer

[I think I am here. he/him]

Brillin sighed, stepped aside and looked towards the door. Life was hard here. Life, hard in a place where a woman had to fight to survive, had to resolve issues with a knife. Brillin could never solve any problem with a knife. It was barbaric, and one incident would make his whole life seem barbaric too. Just because he was Koloss-blooded. Violence wasn’t how he did things. He liked to tell himself it was because he was civilised, but that wasn’t it. Cowardice, then? Privilege?

Brillin found it hard to believe he was privileged. He was blue, he couldn’t walk down a street without someone staring at him, couldn’t read a single broadsheet without some crime being committed framing his whole people as savages. And yet... he had the luxury of travelling the world. Had the luxury of literary ability, train rides, could afford to leave a town when things got tough. Had the luxury of freedom, freedom some people didn’t have.

If only the world was neat, he thought. Neat enough I could put it in a book without oversimplifying.

“Then, I won’t stop you,” he said quietly, left it at that.

[+Sorana she/her]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the Maybe-Existent said:

“Then, I won’t stop you,” he said quietly, left it at that.

If he had lifted a hand, slapped her across the face and pried the  knife from her fingers, Attayl doubted that it could have hurt more, than these few words. I won't stop you. Shocked she stared into his face, felt as if she was some criminal, someone to be dispised and to be spit upon. As if she liked to run around and kill. Embarressment burnt through her body, hot and furious, while she tried to get away from his judging glance, the way he had looked at her. What had she imagined. She was nothing but a whore, a whore with blood on her hands. Of course he judged her, they all did.

"Whatever." She whirled around and stalked over to the door. She didn't need him, didn't need them all. As soon as the last Scarlets were gone she could leave, and they would forget about her. She would free Lance, help him to finish them off and then, then she would have to come up with something else. She stepped outside, a cold wind made her wish for a coat, but she owned none, and to walk back, ask Nerin for a coat - no. She couldn't face her again, couldn't face them all again. They had no business in this mess, this was something that should have stayed between the gangs.

Her steps echoed in the alley when she hurried towards the warehouse, followed the instructions the boy had given them.

@ZincAboutIt

[I think I am here. he/him]

Brillin stumbled with words, raised a hand.

“Attayl,” he said, but trailed off. She was already walking towards the warehouse. He must have done something wrong. Perhaps it was too judgmental of him. No matter the path, the destination was the same: onto the next town. He couldn’t be making connections, now. That would compel him to stay, and he couldn’t stay. Friends, real friends, not passing-by-friends, made moving to the next town hard. That was why Brillin tried his best not to have them, kept a little at a distance from the people.

But, ever since being forced to stay in Elendel... Brillin was finding it harder. Especially after everything the group had gone through together. But one thing was for sure. Attayl, by herself in the warehouse? No matter how sneaky she was, this was a dangerous gang. Turning Brillin rushed after her.

[+Sorana she/her]

22 minutes ago, Ookla the Maybe-Existent said:

Turning Brillin rushed after her.

Freezing Attayl hurried through the streets, her footsteps echoing in the street. Despite the fact that it was morning, the streets were nearly empty, the people scattering before the impeding fight. For most of them only the sign on an envelope would change, but for others - those that were deeper intervowen in the next of gangs were somewhere, readying their weapons, or leaving the octant. The Scarlets had lost, she doubted that they could recover from the blow Lance had dealt them at the dance hall. The warehouse loomed in front of her and she looked over her shoulder, saw Brilling hurry after her. Attayl pressed her lips together, before she slowed her steps, allowed him to catch up, and step quickly into an Alley. She could vanish in these streets, but he had come after her.

It didn't change anything, and at the same time it changed a lot. He hadn't needed to, but he was here. "Brillin." She looked at him, wanted to add something, and couldn't find words that expressed what she tried to tell him. She moved a little out of the wind, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while she made sure, that she couldn't be seen from the Warehouse and looked around. The Warehouse boarded another one, if they got onto the roof, they might be able to climb onto the roof of their target, and use an opening near the top to get inside. A crane was used to move heavier goods inside and out of the warehouse and that was, what she was aiming for.

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It's been a while, but iirc we wanted to get rid of the Scarlets here? I'm not sure what we've planned afterwards though. Although we could always finish it with getting rid of them, if we want. It would be some kind of ending.

 

Edited December 19, 2019 by Sorana

[I think I am here. he/him]

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Yeah, we could get rid of the Scarlets.  Then have the characters look into the Farriers more (and discover the hemalurgy?)

“Yes. Brillin,”

Brillin said and stepped into the alley after her. Cautiously he looked around.

“I wanted to help you. Because it’s a dangerous gang, even if it’s injured. And I don’t want you to die. I think that’s a good reason, right?”