Zephrun’s Imperium

Ah, under-rated movie, that.

Rose Oakenwey strode into the run-down tavern with her eyes down. No one even looked up when she walked in. After all, she was hardly of any consequence and no one could possibly know that she was in the business of death; she'd only just started a few days ago. Rose had always lived under the eyes of those around her. Before, it had been because she didn't want her aunt and uncle to worry too much about her. Their coddling only reminded her of the parents who'd abandoned her. (No, she thought. Her father hadn't abandoned her; he didn't deserve her scorn... His only sin was falling in love with the creature who'd birthed Rose and her brother.) But now, it was because secrecy afforded her protection. No one expected a thin young girl to be the kind of person looking to snap a neck and that was how she liked it. Of course, her previous coldness had eventually landed her in a straitjacket... She scowled. She was not insane; she knew that now. Unbidden memories of being hauled away to the asylum flashed in her head with a sharpness that she now knew was supernatural. Terror. Helplessness. The feeling of betrayal... It was flashes such as these that encouraged her not to dwell on her past. Not that she needed any reason at all... "A drink, miss?" someone said, snapping her out of her trance. Rose looked up at the bar-tender, a minor headache beginning to form. If she drank, that headache would only get worse. "Just water, thanks. And whatever soup you have back there." She hadn't eaten much for the past few days. Of course, a few weeks ago, she'd eaten to her heart's content, in a dinning room at least fifty feet high with a massive hearth and light fixtures that- Stop it, she thought. Her mother's wealth and power only made her abandonment less excusable. You could have lived with us in a mansion and instead you chose to raise me and Granite in a cottage. You are not my mother. Stormfather, she wished those thoughts could have been picked up by that devil of a woman. She was a telepath after all. "Miss?" Rose jumped, realizing that her food was waiting for her. How long had she been thinking? Stupid girl! Focus, storm you!!! "Yes, sorry," she muttered. She fished in her pocket for a coin. It was more than enough for the food, but she didn't have any lower denominations of money and didn't care enough to pay a more reasonable price. "Keep the change." The waitress who'd brought her soup raised her eyebrows. "Th-thank you," she said. Rose had probably just made that woman's day - No, her month - and couldn't have care less. Money was of little consequence to her. She'd have to keep practicing, but eventually she hoped to be able to will other people's change to her own pocket. For now, she'd get by with what she had. Her telekinesis was far too volatile for any stunt like that. She was supposed to meet some sort of informant here. The man who'd given her the information about her bounty - she'd forgotten his name - had promised that she'd know them when she saw them, but... Well, either she was far too new at this or it wasn't near as obvious as he'd implied. Any one of the people in this room could very well have helped her. Well, whatever. She'd deal with that in a moment. Right now, she just wanted to dig into this soup.

They wanted some information from her.

Hi, all! I realized recently that I wish I was in more RPs, but I wanted it to be one that I created. So! I came up with an idea. It's technically a CBST spin off, but y'all wouldn't have to know anything about CBST to join. Basically, I'll be playing a hardened young woman named Rose Oakenwey who has decided to become a bounty hunter and is struggling to combat her powers of future sight and telekinesis. The idea is to have it be super unstructured so literally anyone can join. I'll leave this post up and then tomorrow I'll just kick it off with Rose going to a tavern to find some information about a bounty. Because taverns are great places to start a fun adventure! Don't do anyone too OP, I suppose, but any investiture is fine with me. Rose herself doesn't fit into any cosmere magic systems, but... eh, I don't care. *shrug* Anyway, I hope there's interest in this, even though it's super unplanned and kinda random! If someone wants to meet up with Rose and start trying to befriend her, I'd love that. It'll be set in a medieval-like time period on an unnamed planet. Also, here's Rose's character sheet:

I'm so sorry for the wait, everyone! Keyed has undergone some MASSIVE structural changes in the last few months so... While what we have written is still valid, the organization and planning of everything is... kinda blived up. Sorry.

*sigh* It's not a glitch, someone must have taken it a bunch of times and voted for him. ... It does give him good reason to win the Biggest Prankster award though.

Basil Naseir was a very special man. He'd known that for a long time now, but it still felt good to be sure that he had a purpose. Maybe other people could live in uncertainty, but not Basil. His purpose - and the master who had given it to him - defined him. The tall man sat down in a rocking chair and sipped a glass of brandy, letting himself relax. The day had been long and he'd been looking forward to its end. "You've done well, Raven," said Basil's God, striding up behind him in the mirror. The Survivor only ever appeared to him on two dimensional surfaces. Usually reflective ones, like glass, water, or mirrors, but occasionally the Master spoke to him through his portraits as well. Though, there had been a single occurrence, a decade and a half ago... The experience that had changed his life. You will be blessed for your hardship, Raven. Now, I have a work for you to do... Raven (Basil was not his true name anymore; Kelsier had given him a new one and as such "Basil Naseir" was only a name he would use with common people) smiled and bowed his head in subservience. "I'm glad you are pleased, my Lord. Is there something you would have me do?" "Such obedience," said the Survivor, folding his scarred arms in satisfaction. "This world needs more men like you. But I'm afraid it's not enough yet. I cannot return unless the world is cleansed, you know this." Raven shifted uncomfortably. The Master had made it very clear to him that just because he was chosen did not mean he was exempt from certain standards. In fact, the standards he was held to were far more pressing than that of common folk. Hopefully the Survivor's words did not mean he had failed completely. He had more time. And Kelsier wouldn't replace him. Right? "You... promised me I would live to see your physical form," Raven whispered. "That promise is dependent upon your performance, Raven." Kelsier's eyes grew dark. "Your time is limited, your days numbered. Do not waste it; failure is not acceptable." "Of course, my Lord." "Good. I would suggest, then, that you make sure the people you surround yourself with are as clean as you can make them. I won't have you let yourself be soiled by those closest to you. I speak, of course, of the girl you wisely sent as a spy. And your butler, Jhador. They are your responsibility." The dark haired man set his jaw. He'd known something was bothering him about those two! "What am I to do, Master?" "It is as I said; they are your responsibility. Figure it out yourself." With that, the tall blonde vanished. Raven sighed and set aside his glass of brandy. Perhaps drinking was inadvisable at the moment. The hand that had been holding his cup moved, instead, to fiddle with his wooden ring nervously. In truth, the vastness of his purpose unnerved him at times. But obviously Kelsier thought him strong enough to do it, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen him. Raven's gaze was gradually drawn to the fireplace. He'd always liked the flames; they were mesmerizing and beautiful. They calmed him. And, of course, they also provided a way for him to connect with his deity. He stood, walking to the hearth, grabbing a lit candle sitting above it. And then, he turned the candle upside down, so that the hot wax could drip onto his palm. It stung, but his now-calloused hands had gotten more and more used to heat like this. Pain, suffering, hardship. That was what made a person. The more of it one had, the more pure they would be. And, as Kelsier's chosen, Raven was to be as pure as he could. And, of course, purify others.

I voted for some people twice and left some spots blank on the form, I hope that's okay.

Thanks so much Fadran.

Uuuuuuuuuah. Marsh and Kell? Make it funny. But also heartwarming.

Yes.