Forged Iron

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

10 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

For the first time, the assassin realizes that there is an inquisitor. He froze with shock. "What?"

His left arm got impaled, and so did his left leg.

Eryn moved carefully around toward the man, then snatched away the spike in his hand. She would keep it until she could find a way to get it to the Sovereign. He would want to know about potential hemalurgists.

[Random Bystander she/her]

1 minute ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn moved carefully around toward the man, then snatched away the spike in his hand. She would keep it until she could find a way to get it to the Sovereign. He would want to know about potential hemalurgists.

"Hey!" 

He lunges at her.

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

3 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

"Hey!" 

He lunges at her.

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His leg was impaled, remember? Reality will thus ensue...

Eryn stepped back, watching in amusement as the man fell flat on his face, his impaled leg collapsing under him.

”That was not wise,” she noted.

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This is why I suffered through A&P. So I can tell you that ‘lunging’ isn’t possible with an impaled leg. Too many muscles involved, lol!

 

Edited December 29, 2020 by Kingsdaughter613

[Random Bystander she/her]

Just now, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn stepped back, watching in amusement as the man fell flat on his face, his impaled leg collapsing under him.

”That was not wise,” she noted.

Ladashwy snickered. "I don't think he is a threat anymore. Also, do you know what is the spike for, and why he is intent on killing me with it?"

[Goob he/him]

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Sooo... I wasn't here for the Marie-Eryn stalemate, and I can't think of a good reason why KePuur wouldn't intefere. So... let's just ignore that, yes?

What on earth was this tavern? 
There was him, a Inquisitor, a duralumin allomancer, all expected, but then there was a hemalurgist/Lurcher, a steelrunner, a masked fueruchemist, and Harmony knows what else.

3 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

Ladashwy snickered. "I don't think he is a threat anymore. Also, do you know what is the spike for, and why he is intent on killing me with it?"

"That is a perfectly normal spike," he said in a tone that strained his disguise- still, it wasn't too implausible. He picks it up. "Serial killer, probably. Who knows what goes on inside their heads."

Edited December 29, 2020 by AmazingGoob

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

6 minutes ago, Random Bystander said:

Ladashwy snickered. "I don't think he is a threat anymore. Also, do you know what is the spike for, and why he is intent on killing me with it?"

 

2 minutes ago, AmazingGoob said:

What on earth was this tavern? 
There was him, a Inquisitor, a duralumin allomancer, all expected, but then there was a hemalurgist/Lurcher, a steelrunner, a masked fueruchemist, and Harmony knows what else.

"That is a perfectly normal spike," he said in a tone that strained his disguise- still, it wasn't too implausible. He picks it up. "Serial killer, probably. Who knows what goes on inside their heads."

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A masked Feruchemist who can hit mistpoint with allomancy... and who defeated an Inquisitor.

Eryn shook her head. “I do not know. But my master will want to.”

She looked down at the man before her. “What did you intend with this spike? And who taught you to use it?”

Edited December 29, 2020 by Kingsdaughter613

[Goob he/him]

1 minute ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

 

Eryn shook her head. “I do not know. But my master will want to.”

She looked down at the man before her. “What did you intend with this spike? And who taught you to use it?”

KePuur frowns. "Use it? It's a spike. You stab people with it- you're making it sound like some skilled piece of machinery that you need to train with."

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

2 minutes ago, AmazingGoob said:

KePuur frowns. "Use it? It's a spike. You stab people with it- you're making it sound like some skilled piece of machinery that you need to train with."

Eryn glared at him. “Ett’s people do not know of the third art? This one does,” she kicked the assassin’s wounded arm lightly. “It takes knowledge to use the third art, knowledge he should not have.”

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She doesn’t know he’s a Kandra, but he was sitting at the table with the compounder and Marie, so she’s guessed he’s Harmony’s.

 

[Goob he/him]

10 minutes ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn glared at him. “Ett’s people do not know of the third art? This one does,” she kicked the assassin’s wounded arm lightly. “It takes knowledge to use the third art, knowledge he should not have.”

KePuur tenses before  "Mrs, could I speak to you privately?"

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

3 minutes ago, AmazingGoob said:

KePuur tenses before  "Mrs, could I speak to you privately?"

Eryn gazed thoughtfully at him. “When this one has told me where he learned what he should not know.” She kicked the would-be assassin again, harder.

[Guest Somebody from Scadrial]

Ash looks surprised at this turn of events, the lurcher had a metal plate he failed to notice. Ash stops tapping his metal-mind, but forgets to fill it.

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Just gonna mention, for Marie and Kepuur, you just saw a sixty year old swing a cane and fight way too well for someone his age, and stand back up a forty year old.

 

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

5 minutes ago, Somebody from Sel said:

Ash looks surprised at this turn of events, the lurcher had a metal plate he failed to notice. Ash stops tapping his metal-mind, but forgets to fill it.

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Just gonna mention, for Marie and Kepuur, you just saw a sixty year old swing a cane and fight way too well for someone his age, and stand back up a forty year old.

 

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I think we were all focused on the guy with the spike.

 

[Guest Somebody from Scadrial]

Just now, Kingsdaughter613 said:

 

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I know, but eventually, one of the two might inquiry on my different ages.

 

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

1 minute ago, Somebody from Sel said:

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I know, but eventually, one of the two might inquiry on my different ages.

 

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Depends on how much attention they were paying to you before. You could probably get away with it this time. Up to them though.

Honestly? IRL no one would notice. There is a reason eye witness testimony is awful.

 

Edited December 29, 2020 by Kingsdaughter613

[Goob he/him]

37 minutes ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn gazed thoughtfully at him. “When this one has told me where he learned what he should not know.” She kicked the would-be assassin again, harder.

He walks over to her, and whispers in her ear. "Look. I don't know how you know about Hemalurgy, but there are two other people in this room who don't know about the Third Art. If you don't want to have more people know what they should, I would shut your mouth, understand?"

Edited December 29, 2020 by AmazingGoob

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

15 minutes ago, AmazingGoob said:

He walks over to her, and whispers in her ear. "Look. I don't know how you know about Hemalurgy, but there are two other people in this room who don't know about the Third Art. If you don't want to have more people know what they should, I would shut your mouth, understand?"

Eryn nodded. “This is truth. Maybe we bring this one with us, ja? Ask him how he knows?”

[Random Bystander she/her]

8 minutes ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn nodded. “This is truth. Maybe we bring this one with us, ja? Ask him how he knows?”

"Really? It is kind of obvious that you know something. Shouldn't I know? I was almost killed with the stupid spike, and I am very confused. I mean, why use the spike? He had a knife. He obviously knew what he was doing. Please tell me." 

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The assassin passed out because of blood loss. If you think he should wake up, tell me.

 

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

1 minute ago, Random Bystander said:

"Really? It is kind of obvious that you know something. Shouldn't I know? I was almost killed with the stupid spike, and I am very confused. I mean, why use the spike? He had a knife. He obviously knew what he was doing. Please tell me." 

 

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It takes a lot to pass out from blood loss. Assuming no major veins or arteries were cut he shouldn’t have passed out from that. He’s more likely to pass out from pain after Eryn kicked him the second time.

“You are metal born, ja?” Eryn said. “He wished to steal that.”

She looked back at Ett’s servant and shrugged. “I said he SHOULD not know, not that knowing is problem. It is Ett who hides knowledge, not my master. He only challenges us to learn for ourselves.”

[Goob he/him]

16 minutes ago, Kingsdaughter613 said:

Eryn nodded. “This is truth. Maybe we bring this one with us, ja? Ask him how he knows?”

"I don't trust you. How about you just leave and let us deal with this?"
Hmm. This person had an odd accent- one he had never heard before. But he'd been to every corner of the Basin and beyond and heard every accent. Then how...?

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

11 minutes ago, AmazingGoob said:

"I don't trust you. How about you just leave and let us deal with this?"
Hmm. This person had an odd accent- one he had never heard before. But he'd been to every corner of the Basin and beyond and heard every accent. Then how...?

“And I should trust you, ja? I do not know you. But this one,” she kicked the fallen assassin again, “has information my master will want. I will come if we take him.”

[Narcoleptic Axolotl he/him]

EXT: Elendel, first octant. It's evening, and rain is falling lightly over the city.

Camera pans down to the third-story window of a red brick building. Inside is seen a man in his fifties, with trimmed white hair surrounding his bald scalp. He's standing, tinkering with an apparatus at his desk. As the camera zooms slowly in, he mumbles to himself.

". . . and that way, we won't have that problem anymore. . . . But then it'll get in the way of this."

Tomsel was so focused on his work that he didn't notice the boy step into the open doorway.

"Sir?"

Tomsel looked up. "What is it?" He noticed the hoarseness in his own voice. Yes, he was getting old. But he could still work. Pewter gave his fingers the dexterity of a man half his age, and his mind was as good as ever. If, sometimes, forgetful.

"I was wondering if . . . well, it's about my family."

"Don't worry, boy, I haven't forgotten. Just wait until the end of the week and I'll pay you the full amount." The boy, Lucas, had approached him several times about finances. His family, though poor, had sent him to Elendel University to study chemistry. He hadn't had enough for the full tuition though, so he'd looked for ways to earn money to continue his classes. When his professor found out, she introduced him to Tomsel, who had agreed to hire the boy for odd jobs around his laboratory. It helped to have a second pair of hands sometimes.

"Oh, it's . . . something else. Well, . . ." He was clearly very nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in quick succession.

"Out with it, boy! You've clearly got something to say. Well, say it. I won't stand around waiting for the Survivor's own beard to grow."

"Um, alright. It's my father. He joined a mining crew for Lord Venture. But see, the thing is, um . . . Most of the other men in town joined the Lekal mining crew, and with all the tensions over this new aluminum mine, I'm worried my family won't be safe."

Tomsel thought for a moment. Out in the roughs, Lucas's father's actions might be seen as a sort of betrayal by the other men in town. They would feel as though he had put himself above them somehow, by supporting the opposition. Tomsel could understand the boy's worries. His family would no doubt be shunned, even harassed by the other townsfolk.

"Alright . . ." Tomsel prodded. When the boy didn't continue, Tomsel prodded further. "I still don't see what you want me to do about it."

"Well," The boy looked down. "You - you're a pewterarm. I thought, maybe you could come out and, um, protect my family while my father's away in the mines."

Tomsel sputtered. "P-protect??? Boy, I'm a rusting SCI-EN-TIST, not a mercenary! How could-  Why would you-  Rust and Ruin, boy!"

Lucas had reeled back at Tomsel's outburst, tenacity gone. Words sprung from his mouth in quick succession: "Well, um, thankyou for considering it mister Cett, sir, I hope I'm dismissed for the day." The boy retreated from the laboratory. Tomsel listened to the boy's footsteps pounding down the stairs, then reached for the mug on his desk. It was empty, unfortunately. He sighed, strolling in the direction of the kitchens, where he hoped to find a pot of hot tea.

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If you're wondering why I'm starting in Elendel, it's because I need to explain how a scientist got caught up in this mess and dragged all the way to the roughs.

I have two characters for now:

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Tomsel Cett, distantly related to Edwarn Ladrian, but not well acquainted with him.

Appearance: He's 50, so he has white hair that surrounds his bald scalp, and a full beard, which he keeps neatly trimmed. He's not one of the most physically fit guys out there, but he's neither fat nor skinny. He enjoys wearing white or lightly-colored suits, with a striped shirt underneath. If he's working though, he'll probably wear something more sturdy that can be washed more often.

Powers: Thug

Occupation: successful metallurgist

Religion: Survivorist. He doesn't like the idea that Harmony is always watching everything, and also the teachings of the Church of the Survivor tend to be in line with his personal philosophies.

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Lucas Venet

Appearance: 15-year-old boy with light brown hair and blue eyes. He wears what he can afford, which is equivalent to farmer's clothes. Imagine Frodo's outfit from Return of the King, but it actually fits. Something like that.

Powers: none

Occupation: Chemistry student

Religion: None, but he'll swear by the Survivor.

 

 

[Lecky Twig she/her]

9 hours ago, ZincAboutIt said:

A few others had come to the same decision, edging towards the door. Alleine tugged on their sense of self-preservation as she passed, not wanting to see everyone in the tavern slaughtered if she didn’t have to.

Drae chuckled as he watched the lady crawl out the door. He sat in silence for a moment, enjoying his gin and watching the chaos unfold before following suite and slipping out into the night. Drae walked around the outside of the tavern and sat himself cross-legged on the dusty ground beneath a window. He drew pictures in the dirt as he eavesdropped on the conflict inside, contemplating whether he should start soothing. Cleaning up a tavern fight usually earnt him a free drink or two if he settled it down nice and proper, but he didn't really fancy playing with the emotions of a steel inquisitor; he preferred to keep his allomancy close to his chest, he didn't want too many people picking him out as easily as that lady. She must have been an emotional allomancer aswell, or at least a close associate of one. 

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Sorry for being inactive today, I was out hiking in the middle of nowhere. 

Zinc, I feel sorta bad for leaving you hanging all day, sorry about that.

 

Edited December 29, 2020 by Lecky Twig

[Narcoleptic Axolotl he/him]

1 hour ago, Lecky Twig said:

She must of been an emotional allomancer aswell, or at least . . .

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*must have been

 

[Lecky Twig she/her]

1 minute ago, Narcoleptic Axolotl said:

*must have been

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oops, thanks for picking up on that Narcoleptic.

 

[Kingsdaughter613 she/her]

14 minutes ago, Lecky Twig said:

 

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I thought that was an intentional dialect choice...