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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

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Allomancy versus Feruchemy

Arena Fisel Qualt

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#1 RabowJastor

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Posted 18 January 2013 - 11:40 PM

Planning Thread
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Edited by RabowJastor, 18 January 2013 - 11:43 PM.

#2 Quait/Q

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Posted 20 January 2013 - 06:23 PM

Quait stared his opponent, a Keeper of Terris, in the eyes waiting to see who would begin the duel. It became apparent that Fisel would wait for Quait to make the first move, so Q began to search the weapon-covered walls out of his peripheral vision, for something he could use. He didn't want to use his sword or knife just yet, so when he spotted some arrows on the wall directly behind the Keeper he burned iron and Pulled them towards the pair. He then stopped burning iron, trusting the momentum to keep the arrows flying in the right direction and burned pewter, deftly rolling to the left.

#3 Fisel

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Posted 22 January 2013 - 01:20 AM

The Keeper stood there, grinning. He'd never acquired any direct research regarding combat with a Mistborn before. This was sure to be instructive!

Waiting curiously, he catalogued his opponent's eight basic metals. Neither copper nor bronze were like to affect much in this spar. Tin could potentially be interesting; pewter was worrisome. Zinc and brass were fascinating, but he'd rarely heard of a Mistborn using emotional Allomancy in a fight; anything strong enough to provoke an immediate reaction was likely strong enough to be obvious, and therefore easily dismissed. Iron and Steel were his biggest worries. Both could be very sneaky, and both could be very deadly. Fortunately, all of his own metalminds pierced his body, but that hardly kept him safe. He'd heard of the effects of atium, but doubted it was going to be a problem.

Oh, but look! His new friend was moving! According to the ancient texts, this would be a good time to strike. Fisel tapped heavily on his steelmind, just for a moment, and moved to the cavorting Quait. Tapping zinc made time seem to slow around him as his own mind moved processed information that fast. Carefully, as Quait continued his dextrous roll to the side, Fisel waited until his opponent was facing upwards, then he knelt, trapping the boy's forearm to the floor beneath his own calf. Then, deliberately falling forward across Q's torso, he tapped iron to increase his own weight fivefold, well in excess of a thousand pounds.

Quait's aborted roll ended with him flat on his back, arms stretched out to either side, with a thousand pounds of terrisman pinning both of his arms to the floor, Fisel's legs on one arm, his torso and one arm on the other. Seeing the expression on Q's face at being slammed to the floor in mid-roll, Fisel couldn't help himself and stored the visual memory in his coppermind for later perusal.

Realizing he still had an arm free, as the books said this particular hold would allow, he rested his forearm over Qauit's eyes, for this rare instance grateful for how flabby is own body was; the rolls of fat poured like a liquid, doing a more effective job than a leaner arm would have done of cutting off Q's sight. Ironsight would still let the Mistborn "see" where all the sources of metal were in the room, but unless Fisel was very mistaken, he'd no longer be able to tell an axe from a sword from a spear, and certainly would have a lot of trouble picking a weapon to pull that would go through Fisel first, let alone getting such a weapon to point in the right direction.

Hearing a thud, Fisel glanced up and saw arrows thud into the far wall. Oh dear, those would have hurt. He let go of his own steel, relaxed his zinc but kept a trickle coming in to speed up his reactions a touch, kept iron going strong, and almost as an afterthought tapped a bit of one of his tinminds. Just for the sake of sake, he even tapped a bit of brass, warming his own body to the point that it would be even more uncomfortable for the man trapped beneath him.

#4 Quait/Q

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Posted 25 January 2013 - 10:38 PM

Come on Q, what was that, you should've waited and tried to surprise the man, The thought popped into Quait's mind as the Keeper lunged on top of him, beginning to crush him. As Q's breathing became hitched by the pressure on his ribcage, he began to Pull on some of the blue lines, even though he couldn't see what weapons they were, he hoped they were sharp and pointy or at least big enough to hurt the heavy Terrisman. He also began to burn tin, hoping to be able to pick up clues with his other senses even though his eyes were covered.

He remembered seeing a long spear on the wall that had been on his right at the beginning and Pulled on the lines in that general area, hoping, he would find it. Deciding that he emotional metals would also be able to help him, he began gently Rioting Fisel's emotions of curiosity , fear, and confusion, while Soothing anger and ruthlessness, hoping that it would pay off in the long run. Squirming, Q found he was only able to move his neck and legs. He heard the light swooshing of the spear streaming through the air, with his enhanced hearing.

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