Lord Meeker

"I-nothing." Rhazien face hardens unreadable. "I will go alone. I ask you not to follow me nor alert anyone of my where abouts." He withdrew his hand. Turning to leave he hesitated. Please say something, anything.

He left out the mention of hemalurgy on purpose, or his falling out with Mace and TUBA. If Yzabet ever found out it could mean the end of everything for him. If she left him then he was truly alone with no one to trust. He reached out to touch her. "What do you plan on doing next? I would appreciate it if you came with me to get bloodsealings and forgery." He said softly.

"You have no Honorblade? Then why are your eyes glassy? No we can talk about that later. When I said all I meant all. As for what I have. I have breaths stored in my previous clothes, two Unkeyed metal minds copper and bronze, I can used Aons, or supposedly I can. I also used to have stormlight. All I have on my body is the Dakhor transformation. I need to converse with the Gragdet to get my stuff back. I was out for a few days. He told me my spren went to see Sja-anat, apparently. I am just so alone." He found himself rambling, which he didn't do normally. He was sure she wasn't soothing or rioting him. In a whisper he asked once more, "how did you find me?"

"What am I doing? Gather every single investiture for..." He trailed off. "I need more investiture of a project of mine." He raised a hand to scratch his chin and was surprised to touch scruff. It had been longer than a day that was evident enough by the beard. Normally he was clean shaven most of the time. He looked into her eyes, they weren't her normal color but rather took on a clear, translucent color. "How did you find me? I doubt the Dakhor released my lodging en masse." He said. "Although a better question is how did you acquire one of my honor blades? Which one? Abrasion and progression?"

Rhazien hesitated. Anger was flowing off of her. He thought twice about soothing Yzabet. Not only was he low on metal but his touch would be noticed. Where she had weapons on her person namely a bastard sword on her waist and a rifle propped against the statue, Rhazien had none but his Dakhor strength and speed. "Yzabet." He said again. "Why are you here? Are you alone?"

I did not notice that

Darn I was hoping to get Itiah's lover lynched/killed too. :C

I think he was talking about the coins.

Huh. So apparently the other lover lives, right? Is that what I am getting at?

Rhazien pushed open the large doors and walked through them. Curiously it led to another hallway, a very short one at that. He crossed the distance and was confronted with a dead end or what seemed to be a dead end. Upon further inspection, he saw that he could push the wooden frame outward. Doing so revealed the interior of a large monastery. Vatheson is obviously the Gragdet of this place. Rhazien thought, looking at the beauty of the architecture. Two things caught his eye, one was the statue of Jaddeth at the front of the chamber, and the stained glass depictions of him. The second and more important was a figure standing near the podium where the Gragdet or Gyorn would speak, underneath the towering stature of Jaddeth. A slender female with brown hair. When he neared he saw the subtleness of other colors in her hair. When he saw this he immediately knew who it was. "Yzabet?" He asked hesitantly, confused as to why one of his oldest and beloved friends would be here of all places. "Why are you here?"

So the money would be the physical representation of the abstract concept of effort or better known as PRACEs.

Honest when I was reading parts of Mistborn again I was thinking we should call our money what breeze says. the Physical representation of effort, or whatever the quote was.

You can have it.

Rhazien woke strapped to a table, unable to see. He knew he wasn't blind, but he could see due to the level of darkness in the room. The room he lay in was silent. Only the sound of his breathing reached his ears. He struggled against the cords that bound him but to no avail. "Atha! I need you," he hissed. There was no answer from his spren. Though a voice did speak. "You spren is gone, she has left to see the Taker of Secrets." The voice said. Rhazien couldn't make out where the person was but he could make out a general location. He voice had sounded near his feet. He struggled some more at the thought of losing his spren and his ability to surgebind. "It is time to begin." The voice said. A candle was lit and a hood pulled back. Rhazien stared in horror at the creature before him. The man seemed to be a fusion of Dakhor monk and inquisitor. Two large spikes replaced the eyes and Rhazien could see the spike in the mans chest where the robe didn't hide the metal. People were filed in all tied together by a string around their necks. The man began to chant and Rhazien screamed, emitting a very guttural painful noise. Before he blacked out he stored his first memory. *** The wind blew gently through the grass, making the individual blades of grass seem as if they were dancing. Rhazien stood overlooking the Alleyvillage, upon a grassy cliffside. He returned his gaze to his three companions; Akrasia, Mac, and Lopen. He approached them three honorblades stuck hilt up the ground before each. Looked at each of them before speaking. "As soon as you swear the Oath you are entitled to these baldes before you. Be warned, should you break the oath, I and whoever should be with me in the Ghostbloods upon the breaking of your Oath will seek to wipe every trace of your essence from the face of all three realms." He told them, stonefaced. "I now as you each to swear the Oath of Loyalty." "I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely support and defend the Ghostbloods and its decrees against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; to forsake all other guilds and clans within the Alleyverse. That I will bear arms on behalf of the Ghostbloods when required by the Council; that I will gather all information, intelligence, and recruitment (when necessary) when required by the Council; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the Council; and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me Adonalsium." Each said in unison. "Let the Alleyverse tremble at this day, for we shall rule them." Rhazien said, overlooking the alleyverse, with hand streched forth. "There will be a day where we have ultamate power over this place and it's people. It will be glorious." *** When Rhazien awoke he felt stronger, faster, more powerful. He noticed that he was no longer on a table but a comfortable mattress. He stood dressing in a Dakhor rode that was provided for him. Upon exiting his abode, he came face to face with the inquisitor monk. "walk with me." He commanded. "Who are you?" Rhazien asked. "My name is Vatheson." He replied. "what does Wyrn require of me?" Another question. "that you complete your collection." Came the answer. "What exactly did you do to me?" "we gave you the ability of enhanced strength and speed as well as negate and resist Aons. It required the death of fifty innocents." "I see." "this was the price you had to pay to acquire this power." "I know." Rhazien said. "I must return to the Alleyverse." "Of course you must but not now. The othe selish abilities you seek are here." Vatheson informed him. "I tell you two things. The first it that we Dakhor monks will fight with you when the time comes. You have earned our respect. The second is that you will face a old friend who you pass through these doors." Rhazien paused. He stood in front of a large double oaken door. He pushed it open to confront whoever waited inside. *** If you have questions or are just reading this for the first time wondering what is going on then click here to read Phase 1

Rhazien snarled, frustrated, he did not have time. He calmed himself. Focus, not anger, He thought. He burst alight with Stormlight. He lashed himself, just off the ground, he hung. He sent a powerful burst of emotional allomancy, attempting to numb everyone around him, excluding his allies. He lashed several mistbeavers in every direction. Rhazien's armor helping him move quicker than a regular human. He dulled the eyes of several more. He phased, close to Septimus, touching him lashing him to the sky, he turned to Nei'an and sent him to the cognitive realm momentarily. Rhazien turned to Soul, soothing and rioting the man as Rhazien stalked toward him. Just then there was a flash of light, Nei'an returned to the physical realm early, though that was not the reason for the bright light. A group of men stood in the rubble wearing cloaks. The Aon that fueled everyone's investiture fizzled out. Everything fell silent. Dakhor monks. One of the head monks spoke. "We seek the one called Sephtis, although you would know him as Rhazien." The man said. "Why do you seek me?" Rhazien asked. "Wyrn requires you." The man said. "Come with us." Rhazien walked over to their leader. His helm puffed to mist. "And if I refuse?" "Do you not want to become one of us?" the man asked. "We have watched you and found you worth to join our fold." "It was hypothetical," Rhazien said. "I agree to accompany you." "Then I apologize for doing this to you." One of the monks threw a punch, his hand glowing with imbued strength. The fist connected with Rhazien's head. The blow threw him to the ground. He hit his head again on some loose rubble and blacked out. He Athablade disappearing. "Good grab him and let us depart." The head monk replied. The same monk, slung Rhazien over his shoulder, plate and all as if it was nothing. There was a flash of light and the Dakhor were gone.