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On 4/13/2026 at 7:43 AM, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Mistwarrens
Aradan frowned. Why does she want to help me so much? "Very well." Aradan sighed. "Lead the way." Aradan held out his hand towards the door. If she knows where Thav's hideout is, I can probably trust her. I'll have to be vigilant though...
“I… don’t know where you’re going. I can help you if Thavel isn’t where you expect, though, like with breaking him out of somewhere or finding information on his whereabouts.”
Eza grabbed two matching knives with iron implanted inside of their hilts. Tiny emeralds were set in a ring around the edge of the hilt and little inlays of gold snaked through the dark wood. They were her second favorite pair, her first favorite having been lost when she was captured.
She also grabbed a small, thick wooden board that could be affixed to her wrist, almost like a shield. This was significantly less elegant than her knives.
”I can also help you with spotting hemalurgists and running away from dangerous people, if need be. Or with stabbing ‘em.”
She tossed one knife upwards, blade facing downwards, then ironpulled on the iron in its handle. The dagger turned unnaturally in middair so that it was falling hilt first, and she calmly let it fall back into her hand. She’d been practicing with these a lot.
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On 4/9/2026 at 5:12 AM, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Mistwarrens
"Luckily, I already know where I can find him. That is, if he wasn't captured and brought somewhere else. Don't feel as if you have to repay me further. You helped me escape as well, bringing me here. That was risky for you to do, you could have just run off."
Aradan walked towards the door and grasped the handle.
"If you need anything more, please speak now. I don't really have a reliable place for you to send a message."
Eza frowned, setting down her miniature fox.
”I really would like to help you with your Thav situation. Let’s call it something I need.”
She paused for a moment, trying to determine how easy it was to offend this guy. He seemed nice enough to handle some honesty.
”I really don’t think you’re gonna make it that long without someone helping you. You shouldn’t have trusted Thav, and you certainly shouldn’t have trusted me. You got lucky that I’m not...”
She suddenly wasn’t sure of what she was saying. Eza shook her head, then continued on.
”The Alleys have some very bad people, and it took you very little time to get captured by some. It’s not like our world here, rules are different and it takes a while to learn them. You seem like a good person, so I don’t want you to die. I’m also pretty sure the people who captured us still are gonna look for me, so it’s also in my best interest to stop them. Please let me help you.”
QuoteHeads up, tags don’t work in quoteboxes.
(Steel Speedster, please see the quote box in the post I quoted)
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On 4/3/2026 at 9:06 AM, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Mistwarrens
"I...was investigating the group with a man called Thavel Tallin. I found him mugging and impersonating a man. He claimed to be chasing after this organization, and part of me believed him, part of me wanted to make sure he didn't mug anyone else. We infiltrated a meeting when he was recognized and a fight broke out."
"I was captured, but I don't know if he was. I woke up in that complex and managed to escape when I heard you. I don't know who these people really are and I believe they wanted to use my powers for a spike."
“Are you gonna go looking for Thavel again?”
Eza twirled the glass fox in her fingers around.
”I can help with that, if you want.”
She very much did not want to get tangled up with whatever organization had captured her again, but she’d probably have been spiked to death without Aradan. Throwing some money at him didn’t make it feel like she’d yet repaid her debt. The group would likely still be looking for her, anyways, so helping investigate them might be of use to her.
She also was really starting to doubt Aradan’s odds of survival if he continued alone. Following a mugger into a secret meeting with an evil organization seemed like a really poorly thought out idea, and it had indeed gone rather poorly.
QuoteSorry for the delay!
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6 hours ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Mistwarrens
"Interesting. He seems to be someone I would rather stay away from." Aradan withdrew his hand and ran it through his hair. Huh, that's odd. One of my metalminds must have fallen off in the chase. Maybe I ought to get them readjusted. At least it didn't have any health in it. Aradan frowned, "Why more metals? Are we in danger here?" Sighing, he reached into his shirt and unpinned the medallion. "This is something I found. It allows me to burn iron. I believe it comes from the Southern Continent. I stumbled upon a crashed Malwish ship with this. As they didn't appear to be using it, being dead, I decided that me having it was better than buried in the Roughs. Also, it's not actually made of iron, it's made of nicrosil."
He felt bad about taking any money from Eza, but surely she had to have a decent job, considering her allomantic prowess. Although he didn't know the denominations of money in Alleycity, the bag was heavy enough to at least probably give him a place to stay for a while.
“I’m an iron savant. Things get very bad if I don’t have enough iron, and I need quite a lot of it. I’m very glad you happened to have some.”
She grabbed a small glass fox from another bag and began fiddling with it, watching how the light reflected off of it.
”I’ve never really been safe anywhere, though. I always need to be vigilant. There’s…”
Eza trailed off, unsure if she should continue. Aradan seemed like he was almost too good to be true. If he’d wanted to hurt her he certainly could’ve by now, though.
”There’s some people that have been after me for a long time. Hemalurgists. They gave me this.”
She pointed at the larger of the two scars on her face. Aradan deserved to know the risks of being around her.
”The Alleys themselves aren’t safe either. I’ve already had two associates die on me from unnatural things here, though one of those brought it upon themselves. Perses was part of it. You’ve gotta be careful here.”
Aradan didn’t seem like he’d been very cautious so far, considering that he’d gotten captured then broke out a complete stranger.
”How’d you wind up where you found me? And do you know who those people were?”
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1 hour ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Mistwarrens
Aradan took Eza's hand and shook it. "Thank you. My name is Aradan. I am—unfortunately—new to Alleycity. I wouldn't normally take anything, but I have nowhere to sleep or to maintain myself. I, however, am extremely curious and unnerved by the spiked man who chased us. Who is that? What powers does he have? Is he a Steel Inquisitor? Why were you locked up in that complex? The woman who chased us appeared to recognize you."
"Why is that? I apologize for my questions, but I generally find that information is powerful. And, to thank you for bringing me here, I would like to ask if there is anything more that you need. While I might not be able to do much, I may be able to help you somewhat."
When Aradan shook her hand, Eza attempted to sneakily slide one of his rings off his finger and palm it. She felt rather guilty about it, but it was just so shiny and he had so many of them. She immediately started answering his questions, trying to divert his attention away from her actions to her voice.
”The spiked man is called Perses. He calls himself Prince of the Alleys, which is stupid. His spikes give him iron and steel allomancy. He’s also got feruchemical tin, and rumor says he’s got allomantic bronze too. He’s not a Steel Inquisitor.”
Aradan seemed to be from the Scadrial of her time, based on his allomancy and knowledge of guns. He must be pretty sheltered to think people with spikes in their eyes must be Inquisitors.
”Monsters like him still exist where we come from.”
She absentmindedly scratched at the large scar stretching from her chin to her temple.
“I was locked up in the complex because I took something from those people. I don’t know who they were, but some of them were spiked, so they must be bad. The woman who chased us is named Fenna. She and I fought against monsters under Perses’s control, once. Like, literal monsters. It’s weird here.”
Aradan’s last statement weirded Eza out a bit. She wasn’t sure why he was being so nice to her. She nabbed a vial of iron from one of her many stashes and downed it.
”You’ve got a really weird piece of metal on you.”
She flared her iron, then pointed where the strange line she had noticed earlier led.
”It’s not a spike, I know what those are like. It’s iron, but has a really bright line in my ironsight. What is it? Is it how you have both pewter and iron?”
QuoteNo worries!
It’s up to you if Eza is successful in stealing the ring, she’s very good at it.
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51 minutes ago, Koloss17 said:Quote
Hmm, I’m not sure. If they’ve recently swallowed metals she’d probably be able to detect them. I think she’d need to be able to see trace metals in a person’s body to do so otherwise, which is like ironsight level. Sanderson in a WoB said it’s a very very rare ability to be able to have ironsight in the same way Inquisitors did without having spikes through your eyes and that only Marsh in Era 2 knows how to do it. I think it might be a bit much for Eza to have that after only being a savant for 2ish years.
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7 hours ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Smokestacks
Aradan kept following the prisoner, using iron to keep pace.
4 hours ago, Steel Speedster said:Fenna, Smokestack
Fenna opened her mouth to reply to Eza, but at that moment, her pewter reserves ran out.
Without the strength to push herself forward, air resistance kicked in immediately, extinguishing her momentum. Fenna lost balance and stumbled, sliding a short way along the street before coming to a halt.
Dazed, she reached for another pewter vial and downed it, restoring her strength, but her quarry had already disappeared.
Even after the faint twin lines leading to Perses’s spikes had long since vanished and Fenna had disappeared into the night, Eza continued to take random turns. Eventually, once she was satisfied they weren’t being followed, she finally slowed down, breathing heavily. She led the man towards the Mistwarrens, which was the opposite direction of the way she’d initially started fleeing, keeping an eye on the rooftops nearby all the while.
She finally made it to a door with a strangely pristine-looking handle. In a practiced motion, she yanked on a particular thin blue line leading to within the lock. It’d taken her a while to find one with a system precise enough to throw off most other lurchers or coinshots and buy her some time if they came knocking, but not so precise that she struggled with the lock too. With a click, the door swung open.
She strode inside, motioning for the man to follow her. Eza closed the door after him by ironpulling on the handle and yanked on a different line to reengage the lock.
“My name’s Eza.”
Inside was a strangely bare looking room, adorned only with a small cot and blankets covering suspicious piles of stuff. All of the blanketed piles were clustered together in one corner of the room. She made a beeline to one such blanket, yanking it away to reveal several large aluminum-lined pouches. She dumped one of them out to reveal quite a lot of coins. Every single one was blemished or dirty in some way- these were her spending coins. She wasn’t too sure what exactly all of it was worth, but she figured it was worth a lot. She pushed the pile towards her rescuer.
“Here’s the money I promised. Thank you.”
She held her hand out for a handshake.
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@Steel Speedster, are you good with Eza and Aradan outrunning Fenna/escaping at this point?
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15 hours ago, Koloss17 said:
Perses, Smokestack
He watched as the young iron savant rocketed away. The constables were getting closer, and Perses didn't feel the need to be here when they turned the corner. Dropping a coin, he steelpushed away, onto the rooftops. He wouldn't go unnoticed, not by a long shot. Given how noticeable his bone-laden cloak made him, and the fearsome reputation he had earned, he rarely felt the need to go unseen anymore. Perses' stealth no longer became about operating unseen, it rather became who saw him. And with a constabulary already chasing after someone, he felt pretty confident it wouldn't be them.
The rooftops of Smokestack weren't that much of a hidden place. The general populace had enough lurchers and coinshots that people had learned to glance up just as often as they glanced side to side. But that only mattered when the rooftop-goer in question needed to look over the edge.
Staying to the centers of buildings, using his steelsight to stay out of any potential onlookers' line of sight, Perses carefully tracked the fleeing group, including the straggler. A pewter junky. One doesn't see those every day. As he followed, he made sure to stay aware of his surroundings, gathering as much intel as possible. While he didn't want to get involved, with a trio like this and a police chase underway, it never hurt to stay informed. I suppose food can wait for just a bit longer.
6 hours ago, Qianweilian said:Aradan Liese, Smokestacks
Aradan watched as the spiked man lifted up into the sky on a coin. Rusts. So he could burn steel. Glancing over, he saw the prisoner running hard. She was clearly exhausted and using iron to boost her.
Quickly, Aradan flared his pewter and dashed after her. Looking into the distance, he also pulled on a distant line. That's a nice trick. Easily keeping pace, he focused his attention on scanning their surroundings. Their pursuers were nowhere to be seen.
Glancing back, he saw the spiked man jumping over rooftops, trailing them at a distance. Aradan turned, "Hey, you. That man...the spiked one, is following us." This is quickly becoming the most interesting twenty four hours in my life.
2 hours ago, Steel Speedster said:Fenna, Smokestack
Fenna froze, hanging on the edge of the trapdoor as she heard a new voice outside. She shivered, suddenly flashing back to the bloodstained floor of a constabulary and a horde of reanimated corpses.
Suddenly remembering that the Prince of the Alleys was supposed to be a Seeker, Fenna hurriedly extinguished her metals. Her fingers slipped as she suddenly became weak and heavy, but she caught onto the top rung of the ladder, keeping herself from falling. With great effort, she hoisted herself up and onto the floor of the building. Her vision fuzzed as exhaustion started to overwhelm her, and she lost track of the conversation outside.
Eventually, fearing she would lose consciousness, Fenna turned her pewter back on. Standing slowly, she saw that there was no one outside the building, but she caught a glimpse of two figures fleeing down the street ahead. There was no sign of Perses, and she half though she had imagined his presence. Gritting her teeth, she stored weight and started off after Aradan and Eza.
Eza cursed. They appeared to have caught the attention of Perses. She didn’t know why, but with him, any reason was a bad one. She spoke softly to the man running next to her.
”His name is Perses. He’s done some very bad things. Take the next left, then right.”
Based on gossip around the Mistwarrens, Perses was a Seeker. He was also said to control fire, explode people with his mind, and be Death itself, so she wasn’t completely confident in the rumor. It was, however, one of the most consistent rumors.
She glanced behind her and could see Fenna still barreling after them. Without iron, she couldn’t outrun her. With iron, Perses could likely easily track her. She cursed again, then called over her shoulder.
”I really don’t think you should be following us, Fenna!”
She tilted her head in the direction of the two very faint lines leading to Perses’s spikes. She probably wouldn’t have noticed them were it not for the man pointing him out.
”We both know what he can do.”
She then suddenly turned left into an alley, using an ironpull to quickly redirect her momentum and planning on turning right as soon as possible.
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6 hours ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Smokestacks
The spiked man didn’t respond at all to a gun pointed in his face. He must be able to burn steel! Instead, he talked to the recently rescued prisoner. Who was Asylum? What an odd name. Regardless, they were still being chased. Carefully stepping towards the woman, Aradan put his hand on her shoulder. “We have to leave. Now. We’re still being chased. You said you know a place to go?”
@Lunamor @Koloss17 @Through the Living Mist @Steel Speedster
Eza jumped slightly at the hand on her shoulder. The man was right. She couldn’t afford to stop and talk to Perses.
”Follow me.”
She took off running towards the left, ironpulling on the largest blue line she could find to boost her speed. She was quickly beginning to tire, the past several days with very little food or sleep wearing on her. At this point, there was little chance of her outrunning her rescuer even with the use of iron.
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16 minutes ago, Koloss17 said:
Midas, New Hallandren, Garrison
The entire garrison was in chaos. An attack like this had happened before, quite recently in fact. But the people who had done that weren't soulcasters. With how paranoid the guard was lately, the only reason Midas could fathom such a thing could happen was someone that had an inside source. However, such a thing wasn't worth worrying about right now.
Most of the enforcers were off on patrol, but they would be back any minute now that the awakened alarms had gone off. Each officer had a small chip that reacted immediately if there was an emergency like this, pinging them to return to base. It was installed in the standard uniform quite recently, and had never actually been used until now. Midas hoped it had worked.
Until then, it was up to him to stall the intruders until backup arrived. Heading to the prison center, which mercifully remained intact due to the aluminum lining, he quickly was face to face with the intruder. Black, marbled skin, the intruder ran with what appeared to be murderous intent, straight at him. Though he had only read reports of him, and seen the man in low quality camera feed, he knew that this fused was Ebon.
Wasting no time, Midas flung his awakened rope-dart at the fused, hastily commanding it to go for the eyes, along with sending a separate command to the awakened grenades under his shirt to arm themselves.
@KnightSkye Reforged @Through the Living Ink @Through The Living KSauce
Perses, Smokestack
Perses, quite frankly, had no interest in getting involved in any of what was going on. That was, until he noticed that he recognized one of their voices. A girl's, who burned iron brighter than any person he had ever encountered. Directing his query at the girl, whose name he had since forgot, he spoke with more genuine curiosity than he expected.
"Don't I know you?"
By the time the words escaped his lips, he remembered where he knew her from. An old acquaintance of his had brought her along, to a heist so very long ago. "You're Asylum's kid, aren't you?"
@Lunamor @Qianweilian @Through the Living Mist @Steel Speedster
Eza froze. She’d hoped he wouldn’t recognize her. That was a foolish hope.
”We… worked together, briefly.”
Perses and Asylum didn’t exactly end things on the best of terms, considering that the former had blown a hole in the latter’s head. Hopefully his animosity towards them didn’t extend to her. She’d outright thanked him for killing Asylum, so maybe that counted for something.
She tried not to think about Asylum. That meant thinking about the monster they’d made her into. The face she didn’t quite recognize in the mirror anymore.
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4 hours ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Smokestacks
Aradan burst through the door. Behind him, he could hear someone grabbing on to the trapdoor—probably from a jump. Quickly, he ran out into the street. Ah, I have to get out of here! Hopefully he could lose his pursuers in a crowd somewhere. Immediately, he stopped. There was a man with spiked eyes watching him! A Steel Inquisitor? But, no, they were all dead. Except for…Death. But no, he didn’t have the signature tattoos. It must just be a man, using ah, what was it called… I knew I should have read the Words of Founding more closely. Aradan raised a pistol and pointed it at the man. “Who are you?” he questioned, backing up slowly.
@Koloss17 @Steel Speedster @Through the Living Mist @Lunamor
Eza flinched when she heard the thud of something impacting against the rim of the trapdoor. Based on some tiny lines leading to pewter dust below her, that was Fenna. She resisted the urge to slam the trapdoor shut on her fingers. She might need to rely on Fenna’s mercy later.
She looked over at the person in the street when she heard her rescuer question him. He was spiked, one in each eye. Those were familiar spikes.
Perses.
She knew this creature. The first thing that she’d seen him do was murder people. The last thing that she’d seen him do was order monsters to murder people. The fighting had destroyed the constabulary it took place in, causing it to collapse on most of the people the monsters hadn’t killed. One of them was her friend.
This was the monster who had killed Eighth. Her hands tightened into fists, and she again wished for her daggers. She wondered how hard it would be to pry the spikes from his eye sockets out with her fingernails.
Then she looked at the man next to her, the person who had risked his freedom, and probably life, to rescue her. If she tried to strike out at Perses, he’d surely try to kill them both, and most likely succeed. She wouldn’t let him kill this man too.
Eza looked up at her rescuer, speaking softly but urgently.
“That man is more dangerous than those behind us. We need to leave now.”
She looked around, orienting herself. She recognized the clothing shop across the street- she’d nabbed a particularly nice belt buckle from it.
“I know where to go.”
QuoteContext for those not here during Era 7: In the finale of Era 7, Perses caused the “death” of another character Eza was friends with. The character didn’t actually die, but appeared to. His writer went inactive so functionally for the purpose of the story he’s dead.
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@Koloss17, is Perses wearing his glasses? Eza will react functionally the same way either way, but I will edit my upcoming post if he isn’t.
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@Koloss17, is Perses thinking that Aradan is using hemalurgy? If so, is he mistaken or correct in that assumption? If he’s correct, I need to change Eza’s response cause it would be pretty different.
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5 hours ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Underground, Unknown
Sprinting down the hallway, Aradan did not breathe hard. Nor, was he fatigued, or even a little tired. For that was the power of pewter. Glancing ahead, he saw guards file around a corner. About ten of them—all armed. I do not want to get in a big fight like the cavern. If that happens, I’ll probably be overwhelmed. “The exit, or at least what I believe to be the exit, is through a door on my left,” Aradan said, looking over to see if Eza had registered the information. Satisfied, he ran to the door and flung it open. Looking up, he saw a trapdoor with a lock. After a short burn of iron, Aradan flew up to it before it subsequently broke free. Grabbing on to the ladder, he climbed upwards. This looks like an abandoned building. It looks like we’re still in the Smokestacks—which is good I suppose. Looking downwards, he extended a hand to the prisoner and called, “Come up. Quickly, before they catch up."
Eza felt a bit silly when she saw the man fly up. Having vials with iron probably meant you could burn it. Immediately after feeling silly, she felt trepidation. Were he a full mistborn, he surely would’ve used steel or something to throw off the spike wielder. Patchwork abilities like that meant hemalurgy.
She hesitated for a brief moment, flaring her iron and narrowing her eyes in suspicion. She didn’t see any of the telltale wrong lines leading to spikes, nor a suspicious lack of them in areas where aluminum concealed them, but she did see a new sort of line. It was wrong, but more in a different-than-normal way than a sickly way. Odd.
Eza also noticed the sparkly gold rings on his fingers. They were shiny. Really, really shiny.
She finally took his hand and scaled the ladder after him. She couldn’t afford to be picky or indulge in some thievery right now. Maybe later.
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4 hours ago, Steel Speedster said:
Fenna, Underground, Cell Block
Fenna skidded to a halt as she burst into the room. "What are you doing here?" she exclaimed in surprise, panic setting in. Part of her still didn't want to see anything bad happen to Eza, but if she was an enemy of her new employers...
Just then, Fenna heard someone coming from behind. She stored weight and leapt aside as Saitaku charged into the room wielding a spike. "What are you doing, you maniac?" she demanded.
Eza cocked her head curiously upon seeing Fenna. Why was she here? She was pretty sure that Fenna was a good person, but had never been able to figure it out for sure. Best not to give her any information.
”I dunno!”
4 hours ago, Through the Living Mist said:Saitaku, Underground
Saitaku looked at the woman, “What? You expect me to let a prisoner get away?” He looked at the two escapees, “and it seems they’ve found another”
He tightened his grip on his spike, surveying the two, the Scadrian had proven to be rather resourceful, but Saitaku wasn’t fond of engaging people who he didn’t have some idea of their strength.
Saitaku charged towards the Scadrian, trying to impale him with his enhanced strength.
@Steel Speedster @Qianweilian @LunamorEza’s eyes widened in fright for the slightest of moments, then narrowed in anger. This thing was trying to spike someone. She wished she had her daggers with her.
1 hour ago, Qianweilian said:Aradan Liese, Underground, Unknown
The scarred man lunged at him with what seemed to be a railroad spike. Quite strange, Aradan thought as he jumped out of the way. Moving fast, he threw one of his metal vials to the woman who was in the cell. Hopefully she’s trustworthy enough.
Aradan pulled a pistol out of the bag he was holding and pointed it, along with the one he was already holding, pointed his guns at the scarred man and the woman who had been chasing him so inhumanly fast. How am I going to get out of this. “Stop! Stop. Or, I’ll shoot!” Without waiting to see the reaction, he grabbed the prisoner (Eza), and shoved through the two others in the room. Pushing her aside, he picked up and door and shoved it back onto the frame.
Aradan then broke out into a sprint, pushing the prisoner along. “Quickly, now. I don’t want to be captured, or worse, stabbed by the scarred man. That vial has iron. There’s an exit up the hallway to the left."
Eza barely blinked at the inhuman feats of strength by this stranger. After two years in the Alleys, sights like these weren’t particularly impressive anymore. He probably just had pewter or something, like Fenna.
She figured that since the man was pointing a gun at Fenna to stop her, she probably wasn’t going to be on their side. The monster seemed to be on her side somewhat, though Fenna didn’t seem to approve of him spiking people. Eza decided that leaving her in a jail cell with the thing was probably not going to kill her.
She quickly dumped the contents of the vial into her mouth, reasonably confident it wasn’t poisoned. She started to burn the iron slowly, desperately wanting to stoke the fire within her into an inferno but not wanting to run out of iron too quickly. The fog obscuring her thoughts cleared, her hands quit shaking, and faint blue lines sprung out from her chest. The emptiness rapidly faded away.
Eza shifted so that she was running next to the man rather than in front of him, then held her head sideways. She tried her best to keep track of the blue lines stretching both behind her and in front of her. She was incredibly tempted to yank on a particularly thick blue line up ahead she thought could support her weight, but she couldn’t just ditch this guy after he’d helped her. She knew how to potentially keep the monster from impaling them.
QuoteEza is currently failing to put together the fact that people with vials that have iron probably also have allomantic iron. She’s also still following Aradan‘s lead on where to go.
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7 hours ago, Qianweilian said:
Aradan Liese, Underground, Unknown
“Someone, please help! They’re gonna kill me soon!” Aradan’s blood ran cold. Someone else was here, trapped. The shout came from down the hallway, past the ladder into another room. I have to rescue them. Aradan dashed past the room with the ladder and found the door from which the shouts came. Quickly, he flared pewter and pulled the door off its hinges. “Are you alright?"
Eza immediately stumbled out of the cell. She looked at her rescuer, dark circles under her eyes. Help had come quite a bit faster than she expected. Really, she hadn’t expected any at all.
”I’m good enough to run. Thanks for busting me out.”
She needed iron. Instinctively, she tried to burn it to see if the man had any on his person. That only made the emptiness within her seem to grow. She shuddered slightly.
”You wouldn’t happen to have any iron? I can pay you back for it once we get out of here, I have a lot of money.”
Hopefully a promise of payment would help motivate this guy to make sure she made it out of here. She wasn’t sure that trusting him was a good idea, but him rushing to her aid was a good sign. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any other options.
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A woman looked at the universe for the first time in a long time. She didn’t recognize much. She was an Author, she knew that. Maybe. The universe was different now. Perhaps an Author wasn’t what it once was. Perhaps it was something that once was made into something that now is, much like herself. A teenaged girl with hopes and dreams made into a woman who’d accomplished some and seen others slip through her fingers.
A warm feeling both soft and biting overwhelmed her, and she wondered if ghanderflaffles, Butt Venture, and Asneps still roamed free. Had they been forgotten? She hadn’t forgotten them, but hadn’t written of them for a long time. In realms of thought given life on digital paper, that was essentially the same thing. Maybe others had continued to write of them. Hopefully they had. Silly as they were, they’d brought a girl joy when joy was scarce. That was worth remembering.
She could see that some trouble with Heaven was afoot. This universe had surprisingly distinct cycles of humor and sincerity, and seemed to currently be in one of the latter. Butt Venture certainly wouldn’t have made it into Heaven. She was pretty sure Asneps was a menace too, but couldn’t quite recall. She was evil, wasn’t she? She was…
Oh. She didn’t remember.
That crack in her rose-tinted glasses left a jagged edge sharp enough to draw blood.
She decided to think of something simpler. Were pineapples still a common motif in this world? Those had been particularly funny. She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t think anyone else had known why, either.
Pineapples, the woman thought to herself with a slight smile. For now, that was enough. Then she looked away.
Don’t mind me, just being nostalgic over here
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I’d like to update Eza’s character sheet a bit. She’s now a year older and has a small apartment in the Mistwarrens by now, to stash her stuff. I also added an interest in learning about Hemalurgy and a loose end of trying to meet up with Fenna but that not ending up happening.
SpoilerName: EzaAppearance: A 17-year-old girl with long dark brown hair, a pale complexion, and dark green eyes. She is rather short (4’10”), making her look slightly younger than she is. She typically wears old, well-kept clothing that is simple but hides jewelry underneath. She has both costume and regular jewelry. Her coat has a hood, which she normally keeps up to hide a large, poorly healed scar stretching from her chin to her temple. A newer, smaller scar is on her opposite cheek. She has several small bags on her person, including a few aluminum-lined ones to hold her metallic trinkets, that are concealed well.Guild: NonePersonality: Eza genuinely tries her best to be kind, but has a skewed sense of right and wrong (ex. it’s ok to steal something if you want it more). She adores anything shiny and will go out of her way to obtain it. She is skittish around anyone with a higher social standing, which is generally most people. If she is speaking with someone she trusts, she becomes talkative. Eza will want to try and help people if they seem nice or are younger than her, but worries that she will do more harm than good or that she might've misjudged someone's character. Her former positive outlook on life has begun to slip into paranoia. She hates most birds, but has a soft spot for Aviar. If startled or angry, she may become violent.Concept: A well-meaning thiefMotivation:Short term goals- She is perpetually trying to collect anything shiny through any means necessary short of violence. She is also trying to collect more information about the strangers pursuing her while also avoiding being caught by them. This means that she is interested in anything she can learn about Hemalurgy.Long term goal- She is trying to find out what happened to her mother and why.Merits:Minor- Knows magic tricks, has two daggers and a basic ability to use them, is able to prepare Allomantic solutionsNormal- Adept liar and thiefMajor- Is a skilled LurcherFlaws: A skewed sense of right and wrong that gets her into trouble and alienates others (along with an overwhelming compulsion to steal anything shiny), illiterate, issues with letting anyone else too close due to believing that one person will inevitably cause the other harmRelationships: She has a beloved mother whose fate is unknown. Father is unknown. She is being pursued by enemy strangers, but is still figuring out why they are continuing to chase her.Home Planet: ScadrialCurrent Residence: A small apartment in the MistwarrensBackstory: When Eza was little, her mother was her best friend. They were very poor, but she did her best to make her daughter happy, often bringing trinkets she could find. Her mother was also a Lurcher, and taught her how to pull metal without anyone noticing to aid in thievery. Sometimes strangers that worried her mother would come near, and they either hid or relocated whenever that happened. Her mother never explained who they were. Because they relocated so often, her mother had trouble finding work, so they survived by thieving. When Eza was six, her mother went to speak to someone but didn't return. Eza attempted to search for her, and located the sound of people fighting her mother. She tried to rush in to help, but a stranger with a spike through one eye attacked her and slashed her face, forcing her to flee. Ever since then, she has lived on the streets and continued to steal everything she needs/wants, careful not to stay in one place for too long for fear that the strangers would catch up to her.This led her to the Alleycity, where she encountered Asylum Smedry. Eza and Asylum became a successful thieving pair with their combined abilities, but after being swept up in a fight, the two had their faces plastered on wanted posters across the Scadrian district. After realizing that Asylum's recklessness and lack of care for her wellbeing would endanger her, she left. Worried for Asylum's safety, however, she tailed them for a while and witnessed their arrest.Eza decided to break Asylum out of prison, blackmailing Eelakin tracker Eighth of the Eve in order to gain his help. The two became friends, and each wound up saving the other's life several times over in the short time they knew each other. Asylum turned fully to evil, killing constables and prisoners and twisting them into undead abominations. Upon finding this out, Eza and Eighth attempted to flee, but Asylum forced the two to come to them. Asylum healed Eza from a fatal injury, removing her malnourished state and horrifying her when she realized that someone else had been killed in order to revive her. Eventually, things escalated into a fight with Asylum, more constables arriving as backup. Once the aspiring Mistwarrens leader Perses killed Asylum, Eza ran for help since most others had been severely injured in the battle. The building collapsed behind her, and she believed that Eighth was killed.A few days later, one of the hemalurgic strangers caught up to her for the first time in years, requiring Eza to kill her. Now, she spends her time trying to find out more about the hemalurgy-associated group that is looking for her.Loose ends: Eza is unsure what happened to her mother or why the strangers decided to pursue them. Eighth is still alive, but she doesn't know this. She also tried to meet up with Fenna, but that never ended up happening and she lost track of her.0 -
Eza, Underground, Unknown
Eza sat still and quiet in her cell, huddled with her knees pressed against her chest and arms wrapped around her legs. Thinking was hard. Thoughts slipped through the holes burrowing from one end of her brain to the other before she could process them. Sensations were simpler to understand, though. Something in her was missing. Her insides were dark. Not the comforting, hiding presence of the night. It was the darkness of an empty clay pot, the lid sealed tight on a great big bunch of nothing.
That nothingness threatened to swallow her whole, so she focused on her hands. Her hands shook. Her hands were pale. Her hands were too bright. Her hands were wrong.
This was familiar to her, in a way. She’d felt like this before, in a prison that time too. It’d maybe be funny if prisons were funny. She wasn’t in a cell that time, though. The sensations were different, but the feeling was the same. She’d maybe died, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t remember much. She didn’t want to remember much. Starting to die again was making her remember.
The sensations crept towards becoming tiring thoughts, so she tried to stop focusing on them. That made her mind blank, leaving room for more thoughts of the past. Thoughts of the warmth of iron burning in her stomach, bright lines stretching from her sternum to beautiful things. Thinking of that made her muscles ache and foot tap. So, she focused on her hands again. Her clammy, trembling, not-right hands.
There was a way to get iron, or so her captors had told her. They said they’d give her some if she told them where she hid what she had taken. But there were other things there, things she couldn’t lose. They’d probably just kill her after she told them where it was, anyways. She’d sensed a spike through the shoulder of the person who’d first caught her by the arm with too much strength and dragged her into custody, so there was little doubt they wanted to steal her power after they got the information they wanted from her. Eza didn’t much fancy a spike through her eye, so she stayed silent and quietly continued to hurt.
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There was a new sensation- sound. Gunshots. Wood splintering. Grunts of pain. Normally that was a bad thing. It was getting closer. But it was something other than her hands, so she shakily pushed herself to her feet and shuffled towards the edge of her cell. If someone was fighting against the people here, then maybe they’d be willing to help her. It was a faint hope, but that was all she had. She yelled in the direction of the noise, slightly raising the pitch of her voice to make it sound younger. She made no attempt to conceal her fear or desperation.
“Someone, please help! They’re gonna kill me soon!”
Unlike many things she claimed, she didn’t think that was a lie.
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10 minutes ago, Steel Speedster said:
Whenever works for me!
5 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said:Same here, I’ve been holding off on what Saitaku was doing, so I think I could work with this
Alright, I’ll go ahead and post then. I will note that Eza will be very unwilling to work with Saitaku once (if) she gets out of the prison and discovers his spikes (which will 100% happen once she gets iron, unless he has a way of hiding them from a savant’s ironsight), unless he’s very very persuasive.
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Just now, Steel Speedster said:
There's a decent number of spikes floating around in this organization. Most of the average grunts are not spiked, but 10 - 20% or so have one.
Alright, good to know. I’ll say that she encountered one of them while she had still had access to iron, so that would change how she thinks about them. Would now be an ok time to post in the era thread or would waiting for a different moment work better?
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13 minutes ago, Steel Speedster said:
Atium is a good idea, she’d be really fascinated by it since she would’ve never seen that metal before. She can also detect anything made of aluminum by the absence it causes in her ironsight, and would be curious enough to steal something encased in aluminum too (it would make sense for them to carry atium in aluminum, I think).
Would you say that it’s common for people in the organization to have spikes, or feasible for anyone transporting the atium or imprisoning her to have spikes? That would influence her perception of them pretty heavily (though she’d steal the atium anyways).
Edit: @Mistfallen Soldier, I was thinking that Eza would steal the atium as it was being transported across the city, perhaps before the organization truly got their hands on it. It wouldn’t be super likely for her to break into their storage or anywhere they keep their goods secure.
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6 minutes ago, Qianweilian said:
My character, you can see the sheet in the signup thread is you want, has “ideals,” wants “justice,” and other foolish heroic things like that.
Yeah, if Aradan (my character) finds out where Eza actually is, he can attempt a rescue.
Great! Reading through his character sheet, he seems to be easily manipulated, which definitely plays to Eza’s strengths.
@Steel Speedster, Eza would steal anything that is shiny. I’d suggest maybe a hemalurgic spike, since she’d also want to take those off of the hands of anyone else so they can’t use them, but that feels like introducing a powerful item so something else might be better.
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Era 9 episode 3
in The Alleyverse
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Eza frowned. This was an inconvenient time for Aradan to start treating her with the amount of trust she deserved.
”Alright. Good luck, then.”
She slid her dagger into a sheath, plopping down in a corner and watching Aradan leave. Eza couldn’t just let him go, since those people were surely going to continue coming after them both. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to convince him to betray Thavel, however, so she would have to resort to less direct tactics. She’d wait for him to turn the street corner, then use his many gold rings to track where he was while staying far enough back to avoid detection.
She wasn’t entirely sure what the step after that was, but she could figure that out later.
@Qianweilian
@Steel Speedster