Through the Living Wrath

Hey my main character (Harold) makes hats into magic hats

I can get my own powers if I want but I want to make it more collaboration

Here! Here is where people can propose powers for the HTI RP if you are a part of it, if you aren’t, you can propose These powers are on thelevel of Epic Powers I claim the right to veto&pocket veto People that need definition to their power: The King (also named the Plague-Fist) The Queen (also named uuhhh smt else I’ll need to check.) The Judge The Executioner And then y’all can develop other powers you want.

Harold frowns. “You may have that one. I’ve been meaning to visit the Marsh of Souls for some time, so I’m going along with the smugglers.”

The commission was a hostage situation. Word had gotten out, apparently, about their strange abilities, though the extent of the abilities was not clear. A person of interest in an ongoing investigation was being questioned by governance. It was their job to find the person and evacuate them before they revealed incriminating information. The sender was unknown, but there was enough information to carry out the commission. A sum, the largest one, was promised.

The edge was sharp. To his surprise, too, it was a blade lined with Dullmetal, capable of killing a Skilled being.

Harold nods, waving a hand towards the stack she’d already found. “Good morning.” He ignored the effort to discover a power. The smuggling job was a guard detail over explosive materials, smuggled into the capital. Harry grins. “Hey Shaun.” He frowned, reaching into a pocket and carefully pulling a long blade—in its sheath. It was heavily ornamented. ”I thought you might like this souvenir I’d received from our last commission. They wanted me to give it to you.” Harold looked up, surprised. “Oh! Yes, sorry. Yes, a minor Scrambler-type is working with that specific commission. High level commission, then. I’ll need to fetch a Dull-brush from the back.” The commissions were as such (more details provided upon yall choosing one): 1. The smuggling commission, a hefty sum given to help transport explosive goods through the Marsh of Souls and into the capital. 2. ???: The scrambled commissions being read by Cris 3. Assassination: Murder an important figure in the government and frame another criminal organization for the action. Another hefty sum. 4. Thievery: Assist in breaking into the stash of another Underground organization. A portion of the money recovered is given to the Toppers. 5. Governor of the Under District needs help to ensure that some blackmail doesn’t spread. He will offer details upon meeting with him. Harold stepped to the back of the room, pulling a Dullbrush from a drawer and tossing it to Cris.

Erm Actually, Sapience is the word you are looking for (anyways it’s good! Very good!)

Harold smiled, glancing in their direction before returning his focus to what he was working on—sewing tight a bullet-hole in his top hat. ”Hey Cris! If you want to get ahead on the job, I’ve got a few possibilities on that table. I’ve not responded yet to any of them, so it’s a free choice.”

Harold, a man of graying hair and bent stature, had a skill that he considered quite unique. Some would call it mundane. Others would call it groundbreaking. Others still may call it… witchcraft. Harold thought of it as unique. But if others discovered it… well, they may try to kill him. It was nothing like the King’s Plague-fist, or the Queen’s Pestilence, no where near their sheer power. But it threatened to overthrow the very thing they represented. And so, Harold kept low. Underground, even, though the thought distressed him. Whispers called him the Master of Thrall, a shadowy arbitrator whose hand was concealed by wealth. He wasn’t particularly wealthy, and he didn’t like the name they gave him. So… his company, completely legitimate, was named Harold’s Toppers. An old-fashioned name, for an old man. He has no aspiration for power. He did not wish to overthrow the government. No, he only wishes to deliver the promises he makes to clients, and deliver with efficiency. And he did so, which is why the clients came back to him, day after day. Harold entered his small room on the corner of the street, adjusting the sign behind the window before placing a stack of papers—commissions—neatly onto the table in the employee only section and switching the electric lights outside his door on. He was open for business! Intro: Character:

Hmm I have something that’s 14 words Where are 47 and 56 from? @Through The Living Grass Is it

Umm i has a bit of advantage

I know step 2, but I can’t figure step 1!