Sorana

Attayl shook her head. “I felt him use both metals.” She insisted. “Maybe he’s not a mistborn, but he can use two of them. And that means, we have to find out how. If he can do that, maybe the others of that gang can as well.” Pausing she set down the cup when it burned her fingers. “Just think about, what it would mean. If you could choose what you want to have and then gain it somehow.” “I could not only be a seeker, but maybe have a second one, a useful one. Something to defend myself, or to protect myself. It’s the clue I suppose. How they got so strong, so fast. Because they were able to add to their abilities, then they could have an army of thugs, able to manipulate metals. How are the others supposed to stand against them?”

Shana paled when she heard Cup’s words, stared Rob, silently begged him to stop. Ben. It wasn’t about her, they had Ben. They would kill him, if she did something, if she hurt them. She moved her weight when she saw how Rob concentrated, when she felt the first drop of the knife fall to her shoulder, she threw herself around, ignored the Voidbringer. Her would stand in her back, but Rob and Edwin were there, she had to rely on them, had to trust them to act, to move. She jumped inside, tackled the one inside away from Ben, ended up awkwardly on the floor, but Ben was safe for the moment. “Rob! Edwin!” She screamed and lifted her hands, stared at the three men approaching her. Maybe, maybe she could take them, but not alone, not with Ben barely conscious behind her. @I think I am here. @Eluvianii Outside another car stopped, the door opened and Voidbringers spilled on the street. There were many of them, at least eight, one carrying a crystal, glowing a soft violet light. @everybody else

The van stopped and Shana felt someone grab her arm, drag her up. The doors opened and she was shoved outside, felt a knife at her throat. Her eyes stayed with Ben, bleeding on the ground and so she stayed quiet. Mahad wrapped himself around her arm, trembling slightly and she was jerked forward, almost stumbled to the ground. "Stay back, and free the Van." The man shouted, pressing the knife against her throat. "Or your little friends die."

Her days blurred together, an endless journey of horses, nights spent sitting leaned against a tree, bad food and dirty water gulped down whenever she had chance. They left her alone for days, maybe weeks, she had lost track of time almost completely. Nobody interacted with her, until she was going crazy by loneliness alone. Then one day, they brought her into a tent, shoved her to the ground. And started to ask questions. About their military, about their structure, how they worked. Sagitta kept quiet, tried to evade their questions, replied in half truths. They send her away again. The next day, the same questions. Her answers were different, she was weak, her head spun, her body burned with a fever, weak from malnourishment but still she was eating whatever they gave her, drank whenever she could. She had to escape. She had to try soon. As long as she had some kind of strength. The next day, the same questions, a different tent. Tools. Sickening tools. But nobody touched her – yet. Instead she grew weaker and weaker by the hour. The next day – Sagitta ran. She simply ran when they led her away to relieve herself, ran as fast as she could and was captured against not even a mile away from their camp. No questions today. The next day, she wasn’t able to get up and they threw her over the horse, too weak to bite down on the hard bread they handed her. The next day, when she woke, she was alone, the camp gone. Sagitta got up, found a stream and for the first time in a long while she drank, she finally drank, so much, that she vomited on the ground afterwards, but then she drank again, less this time. Plucking some berries she found something to eat, cooled her skin with the water, finally took a look at the wounds she had gotten during the fight. Some had healed well, but one, was an angry read. Using her nails she pried it open, squeezed out the pus and the gag when it stank, then used the water to clean it. Tipping of a part of her shirt she washed it, and then bandaged the wound. The next day she stayed where she was, opened the wound again, cleaned it, bandaged it. Her days blurred again, she only moved slowly along the river, followed the berries, the fruits that grew there. And then one day she saw buildings and stumbled towards them, her leg better, finally healing, hungry, yearning for a piece of bread or a little bit of cheese. She walked up to the base, carefully waited to see what would happen. @I think I am here.

Mart woke with a start when the soothing hit him. Crying he clutched his little bear and tapped over to Eve, threw his arms around her leg and buried his face against her pants. “You stayed.” He repeated again and again, sounding almost surprised.

Mike grabbed Seom’s hand and put it aside. “We need to destroy this. The building, all of them. The sky belongs only to her. The sky belongs to her, only to her. We need to destroy this. The building, all of them…” He muttered to himself and followed Wes out of the room. Climbing down might be a problem without squirrel though. Mike stood there, looked at the elevator shaft and pondered how to get down there. Then he simply started to give it a try. @Ark's Boyfriend Zokora heard Baker Pi ask a question, what was wrong, what was going on, but another knife hit her stomach and she doubled over, gasped and then they were gone. Vanished completely. She took a while to calm down, then straightened. “Ghosts.” She replied. “I am cursed by ghosts.” Another breath, a moment to collect her thoughts. “Can I come back to your offer with tunnels? It wasn’t what I was aiming at, but I’d like to protect my soldiers as well.” @AonEne

Mahad let go of her. "Tell Rob. She needs him. Please." He begged, not doing it himself because of Ashlyn,because Shana would be mad at him, if he flew around visible for everybody.

Mahad formed his body like a dragon and wrapped himself gently around her in greeting. "Shana has been captured." he whispered worridly. "She's so far away, she's afraid. Help?"

well... if we keep the different locations, and the characters... I like the idea of multiple small plots, the main plot thread is really exhausting to write for me atm. I personally always prefer good character rp, over the guilds, so I can go along with them being weaker, but I'd like to keep them, in some way. To me they are a vital part of the world-building. So yeah, as long as I can keep my characters, I'm fine with it. They were a lot of work, and if they die because of some "not-so-intelligent-actions" it's one thing, but if I can't use them because of a plot it's different.

"Outside, a van. Heading north, I think? Or south?" Mahad whilred around Cassie's head in confusion and zippped of, searching for Rob. He wasn't inside, he was outside. Talking to the girl. He didn't hesitate, instead he flew over and searched for Cup. @I think I am here. ================================== Shana heard noises outside and then the van got slower, only to speed up again. She didn't dare to scream, her eyes hanging on the knife above Ben's throat.

I like the idea of Fatebreaker's plot, although I'm not sure how everything will fit together in the end. Like, we always had several plots and active threads, with different goals, with different characters. This plot sounds to me, like it would determine the setting for the whole AV while it's running, meaning that we have only one active thread during that time. Please correct me, if I got this wrong. But for me I liked it a lot, that you have the possibility to sit in a tavern with one char and can fight a duel with another one.

Shana waited until they were out of sight and then kissed him, happy that she was here with him.

Shana followed Ben outside. "Let's look for a nice corner?" She suggested. @Lunamor

Lena observed him rub his arm, made a quick note, and then continued to observe what he was doing. She grabbed another pancake and continued to eat. It would get worse for a while, and then after two weeks, it would have healed completely. The pancake was good. She needed to remember to add almonds more often. ============ There's a soother. Althea replied and smiled despite the fear, despite the regret, that she'd accepted him to come along. A dream. Nothing but a bad dream. She liked that thought. To go home, close her eyes and forget what happened here. Here. Someone was eating and she moved closer to Max. How many are here? What's happening? Did they capture us? Her smile vanished when the fear was back, strong, stronger than anything else, even stronger than her regret. If someone caught her and Max, if it was about the guilds. She couldn't sacrifice Max to protect her members. But she'd sworn an oath, two oaths. She had to protect them both. Her hand closed around his and she wished it was over, really nothing more than a dream, a nightmare. And when she woke up, everything was over.

Lena looked at the man, at the emotions playing over his face. The situation had been so funny, so interesting, but somehow, she just didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t even boring. She just didn’t care. Lena finished eating her pancake, then looked at the man again. He was still clutching the woman and she tilted her head to the side. It had been a while, since she had the time to experiment a bit, but the situation was perfect. She was calm, nothing was really happening. Walking over she counted the woman’s pulse again and sat down out of his reach. Carefully she started to make notes on how the poison had affected her, how fast the different symptoms had set in. The woman had been hurt badly, but still she’d had expected her to last longer. Maybe she had been weakened by something else before the explosion. “Now to you.” She looked at the man and started to look through her bag. She needed his head to work, so something softer was better. There was the paralyzing one she had prepared for Alask – no, she knew that one too well. But she had a new one, a soft and gently one. Based on the hairs of Thaumetopoea processionea. She’d created a pulver. If breathed in it might cause something like an astmathic attack, as it irriated the trachea - and the skin, she figured it was beautiful on skin. Nice red pustules, itching and hurting. Harmless, but hopefully fast, perfect for self-defense. She inhaled and kept her breath, while she dumped some of the powder on his less injured arm. @I think I am here. ================= Mike grinned when the Vortex vanished and was about to jump in triumph, to hug Seom, when it all vanished. Fear, regret that he had let them here, and then even that changed. He knew the feeling, when wolf took over, or snake bit in his foot, but it wasn’t wolf, instead his body didn’t change, simply stopped mid motion and stood there, doing nothing. Squid wrapped herself around his arm, comforting him, while Mike at the darkness surrounding him, at the animals who moved closer to him. They were all here, all of them. His prison, whenever he lost control over his body. @Voidus @Ark's Boyfriend ================ Zokora stopped talking into her comm, afraid that she was giving the wrong orders, that she was messing it up. That they would die because of her. She was responsible, if she lost it, they would die. Guilt crushed her, when she remembered all those she had killed, their faces, the way their bodies had sagged. She sobbed and looked around, saw a woman walk towards her, a knife in her hands. A man, strong hands outstretched, reaching for her throat. “Go away.” She whispered, “I am sorry, I am so sorry, but please, leave me alone. Just leave me alone.” Her hands drew her knives and she blocked a thrust from another man, stepping up to her side. They would kill her. Fear had her hands shake slightly while she tried to talk to them, tried to reason with them. “It was a job, nothing personal. I only followed my orders.” @AonEne ================== Althea felt someone reach out for her hand again. She was still hurting, but less than before. Painkiller. Max had given her a painkiller. She tried to breathe, but her lungs only partially followed her command, her heart beating a strange rhythm. Something had – happened. Max was still holding her, his body tense. He was hurt, just like herself he was hurt and she tried to move, but her body failed her, only twitching slightly. “Don’t… leave…” She whispered, if he died, if she had caused him to die. It was her mistake, she had asked him to come along, Vesuvius had been her problem, not his. He was only here because of her, because of her stupid title and her guild. And now he was hurt and he was dying. Fear chocked her when the memories came back, how she had seen him die, how the sword had pierced his body and had left him dead on the floor. Max. He was her everything, she couldn’t loose him again, not him. She would sacrifice anything, everything only to keep him, to stay by his side. Her hand closed around his and she wished she was stronger, wished she had brought more stormlight to get him to a hospital, to make sure he would survive. “Don’t die.” She begged him, her voice shaking from fear, from the guilt that she had accepted him coming along. If only she had been stronger, had been more comfortable with going with Devaan. They had promised themselves to survive this, to not die, and now he was here, his body injured and tense, and he was dying, so much fear, so much regret, even his embrace wasn’t able to console her, because she was about to loose him, because – Soother. An enemy. He had followed her into a trap, someone was influencing them. @I think I am here.

Update regarding the GB Plot. This is a summary of our brainstorming so far. How it will evolve what will happen exactly (apart from the entry) is up to those playing it. Credits go to @I think I am here. , @Ark's Boyfriend and @Emperor Stick as well. This is the result of us brainstorming together. Entry: The Plot will start at a Ball. The ball is held to promote courageous members of the Ghostbloods for their actions during the fight against PlasmaCore and the surrounding events. Shortly after he announced those to be promoted Mr. Itiah is asassinated on stage by a mysterious person. Larger Plotline: The Uninvested are back. It's their goal to destroy the Ghostbloods and take their place, and they start by trying to take over the city. So they start to assassinate higher ranking members. The Triarchy decided to keep the problem quiet for the moment, but instead tasked courageous members of the guild to find the intruders and dispose of them. The End: Put a stop to the assassinations/ Uninvested The Plot: We brainstormed about different ways how to find the Uninvested and how to get rid of them. We can use them, or if somebody has a better idea, we can discard all of them, or if the rp leads in a different direction, then that's fine as well. We mostly wanted to make sure, we have an idea for different character types. So if all characters are scholars there will be a different solution, than if every character is a fighter. If someone decides against being part of the planing, that is perfectly fine as well. All actions will matter, whether we discussed them or not. As a reference you could take a look at the Scadrial thread, or the Sewer Systems. In both cases there was some OOC planing, so that everybody roughly knew what will be going on, and could contribute ideas on how to go on next.

Seom closed the last gaps in their aluminum foil construct and Mike turned, looked towards the Vortex. It had changed. It started to turn faster, the surface of its ball-like structure rippling with unseen forces. Like little eruptions on the surface of the sun, it started to collapse, started to consume itself to continue to exist. It shrank, grew smaller and smaller, unable to get more Investiture to power it. And then it vanished, consumed itself, left nothing behind, but a large fin with legs, which lay shuddering on the floor. @I think I am here. @Ax's Boyfriend @Ark's Boyfriend @Silva =============================== ============================== Zokora was about to reply to Damon, when she saw the light and looked up. The Phoenix. She had been in Oasis when it had come there the last time, when it had destroyed their city. "Thinking about it. We will accept your offer." She told Baker Pi and started to shout in her micro. Ready those strong enoug hto do anything against it. Get the rest of the civilians and their troops into the tunnels. Now. @AonEne @ElendVenture ============================== Althea heard Max voice, when he spoke to her over their bond, when he told her again and again that everything would be good. She heard his voice and it was good to know that he was here, that she wasn't alone. Vaguely she could feel him hold her close, wrap his arms around her. He sounded tired, afraid. But she didn't want for him to be tired and afraid. She wanted for him to smile, to laugh. To tease her and to hold her in his arms, because he loved her. He was here. Everything was good, as long as he was here. ==================================== Lena laughed when she heard it. Alask was looking so serious, that she made a grimace to have him smile and continued to eat her pancake. "Now tell it, to destroy the building." She told the man and waved at him with her pancake.

Lena counted the time between the woman's breaths, how her skin turned even paler than her usual light complexion. She had no idea how long the phoenix would take to appear, but if it took a while... He would never do it, if she was dead. Kneeling down she injected the antidote, enough that the woman would survive. No need to tell him, that the dose in the syringe was for a heavy man, not a lightweight person like his wife. And it was probably better, if she didn't mention, that most of the damage was permanently. "It will give her a few more minutes." She lied and stood up again, when the breathing changed slightly. She stepped back, held up the remaining antidote and started to eat a pancake. Everything was better with a pancake.

That is exactly the reason I adressed the GB plot here, once we had a rough idea what we want to do. It will be a typical city plot, with some fighting, some mystery and some assassinations The details are open for definition depending how many apart from the five of us are interested and would like to participate, which characters there'll be and the overall mood.