Knight of Iron

i just wrote out a series of long RPs in sirens call with Fadran

why is rp so exhausting sometimes

Cruz walks up behind Trace. "The nobles are dead; all witnesses slain," he said. "To be honest, I didn't expect how patriotic I would feel from doing this. These nobles are scum. Not all of them, but most of them. Also, we should probably get out of here."

"Or what?"

"Are you sure we're safe here?" Tiago asked his servant, "I've never actually been here before." "It seems so, Master Tiago," the servant answered, "Security seems to be optimal, and the placement of the bunker underneath the museum is somewhere no one would expect. I myself would never have expected it." Tiago grunted, unconvinced. "You better be right, servant." Lady Lucia seemed to have the courage to stand up. "That... was dreadful! We could have died in there! Did you hear that explosion?" "I hope my place is alright." She scoffed. "Forget your place, Tiago. My favorite hairdresser was attending the party, and now they're dead! I do hope we really are safe here." They heard a distant thud. "What was that?" she whispered. Sounds of footsteps walking casually down the stairs. One by one. Tiago felt his dread rise with each step. How--who? The figure reached the bottom of the stairs and pushed open the door, and Lady Lucia screamed. The guards pulled out their weapons. It was his noblemen friend, Nico, fiddling with trying to get the buttons on his shirt right. "Nico--you scared the living daylights out of us!" Tiago cried, "Get in here!" "Ah, sorry," said Nico, and he took a seat at the table. The guards relaxed, and put their guns away. "We should be safe in here," Tiago explained, "There might be an assassin on the loose. But it's alright. They'll catch him." "Sure about that?" his servant asked, smiling. Revealing fangs. Before Tiago's stupid drunken mind could comprehend, the servant already had a knife through his throat.

The carriage rocked fast, and Tiago was furious. His house was being DESTROYED. This was the work of the Sylven--he knew it--he was right all along--all this stupid talk of equality... "W-where are we going?" his servant asked. "Anywhere but here!" he yelled. The other nobles remained silent, eyes wide with fear, too scared to speak. "The safehouse?" the servant asked. Tiago breathed in deeply, trying to clear his cloudy mind. He nodded, and the servant gave the proper indication to the carriagemen.

Of course! Upon death, he realizes that there is a God, he immediately also realized he could punch him in the face. And he did. Then he realizes there are sixteen Shards and suddenly he's looking for a way to get off of his planet. He's gotta track the rest of them down.

I think the placement of Dawnshard aged well, more or less.

They walk through the city of Vorar at night. Despite the late hour, there were still cars out and people walking. Cruz walked at a casual if a little slow pace, relaxed. Inconspicuous. He still wore his red suit and his hair styled, so to the casual eye he would look like some drunken partygoer. Trace followed behind him, outside of his vision, and he hoped she was also trying to act inconspicuous. And at least trying to hide her incredibly recognizable face. The one that would soon be known across all of Raodea, perhaps even further. The Terror of the Isles. It was a bit of a trek, but soon they approached the center of Vorar, where the government leaders were feasting. Celebrating some Duster of Vorar long dead, one who killed Yevon across the islands. Perhaps a celebration of the man, or maybe just another excuse for drunkenness. It was hard to tell with the nobles. The mansion itself was well guarded. Guards stood at the entrances of the gates, and others were patrolling the perimeter of the tall, black fence. Cruz takes his blazer off, revealing his white collared shirt underneath. He nodded to Trace. "This is where we split, then. Go ahead and do your thing. Whenever they come out, isolated, I'll take them out." Cruz dashed at the fence. ───◄ ☼ ►─── Nobleman Tiago roared with laughter as Degao finished his story. It probably wouldn't have been funny at all to him if he hadn't been laughing for hours. How late was it, even? And who cared? He waved his hand, gesturing for more wine. His cup was immediately filled, and he quickly drained it. Dt. Gabril's Day was all about the wine. The laughter died down as a servant approached him. "Master Tiago." "Yes?" "There's been reports of some Sylvens having gotten into the party." "Terrorists in my home?" he cried. "Not all Sylvens are--" "I don't care!" He turned to the other nobles. "Let us not raise alarm. We shall go elsewhere to finish up tonight's Gabril's Day celebrations. We were going to go to Lucia's place, anyways. No visitors." The nobles stood up to leave.

Orpheus sees Ara step up and confront the knight. His wound had healed and he was feeling as fresh as ever. He unsheathed his wicked hunting knife and fiddled with it, glaring at the man threateningly.

"Well, only the best of us have voices in our heads! As long as you don't listen to it you should be fine." The motorboat hit the shore of Vorar with a quiet scrape against sand. There would be a lot more buildings and a more urban environment here, and much less wilderness.

“You are a flashy one, aren’t you? Sounds like a plan to me.” He shrugged.

Yes. I was responding to a statement I partially misunderstood, “Without compounding age he was too old for any human to continue living.” He still could live forever if he could circumnavigate the diseases and weaknesses of the mortal body, and he obviously didn’t instantly get heart disease when his bracers were pulled out.

“Certainly, Trace. You’ve more than proven yourself.”

"Alright, Trace," Cruz said as he steered the motorboat away from the island. The motorboat was as silent as could be, nearly undetectable in the night. "This next island, Varar, is pretty important. In fact, it's the perfect opportunity for a good massacre. I was holding off going here until later in the night and you had proved yourself, but I think the two of us should be able to handle it. A feast, a reunion of a prominent noble family with nobles from multiple islands. Aoda, Toam, and, of course, the island itself Varar. They should be drunken enough by now. The news of our assassinations might spread quickly however, as the ones you killed weren't the only ones killed this day. We just need to be quicker."

Cruz gave his snakelike grin, revealing his set of fangs. “Not fair. And you haven’t given me your name yet, young assassin.”

Let me try that again, I accidentally sent it. Age is "the length of time that a person has lived or a thing has existed." The Lord Ruler has existed for 1000 years. If he was actually storing age, then that would be to say that he didn't exist for 980 years or whatever. This is what I mean, what is actually being stored. But I do see perhaps a simpler way to look at it, storing time's effects on your body. That makes the most sense to me, now.

Age is

There's no rule in life that says how many years you have been alive means you should be dead. It's just that old age leads to the human body breaking down and getting deadly disease. "Old age" is not a cause of death. So another thing I'm wondering is what exactly is atium storing. Does it store the healing potential of your body, which is a major factor of old age? Does it also store how strong/weak your bones are, and how wrinkly your skin is? Wrinkly skin is due to decreased production of natural oils in your body, so the body's healing potential could be it. This would make sense with what I have said, that "youth" that atium stores is actually the healing potential of the body, including increased productions of natural oils and immune system cells and such.

Cruz lead the way back to the motorboat and got inside. "Like my Cruz Ship?"

Cruz touches the wound with his finger and takes a deep breath in. A second later, the wound was healed. "Let's go. I'd say we should sleep, but we're assassins. Sleep can wait until the morning."

“Yeah, we gotta get out of here,” Cruz said. “Need me to heal that? I’ve got a healing Aspect. Not useful for much else.”

First note: It's been a little while since I've read the first Mistborn book. I've been thinking about this for a little while now as I've been thinking of Compounding and how powerful it is to have practically infinite stores of all attributes (though the Lord Ruler apparently didn't know about others). What I don't understand is how he was defeated. How did Vin have enough power to pull the bracers out of the Lord Ruler? How did the mists just give her enough power to Pull with such incredible strength to yank out such heavily invested metalminds? What is "age" that atium stores, and why is it that without it, the Lord Ruler was helpless? Did he never store anything else? Could he not have tapped pewter, or gold, or steel, or even zinc? And there are too many ways he could have just instantly killed Vin. I don't understand. Thanks