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A Night in Fellise

W1 D5 NT Aaron Elariel Daerra Elariel

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#1 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

354
House Raisaal
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 15 July 2010 - 12:55 AM

Aaron sighed. Daerra had sensed no allomancers within the stately manner. Either they were shrouded in copper, or this minor nobleman could only find hazekillers to guard his property. They're not even great houses. How many allomancers can they have? Daerra had not agreed, and so had insisted he strap Martin onto his belly again. The dwarf really did stink. He'd tried to argue, but Daerra had insisted. "Just because there's no one burning metals now, doesn't mean there isn't soemone who can burn bronze in there," she had said. "You need your smoker!"

It never paid to argue with Daerra, and so Aaron held his breath, found a balcony, and pulled. With practiced ease he flew through the air, and Martin loosened his straps. The dwarf caught the railing hanging upside down from Aaron's waist and swung out of his harness to a crouch. Aaron stopped pulling on the metal inlays above the door, tucked his head and rolled and came gracefully to his feet. They had entered so many high towering keeps this way, entering the second floor of a manor seemed to easy.

Focusing his Iron on the lock, he realized it was too complex to open by pulling. He opened a pouch at his side and removed a lock pick. They were all strapped firmly in place, with padding all around. That precaution of Daerra's he had agreed with. He had enough to worry about, without watching for allomancers trying to use his own metal against him. The pouch also contained a spare vial of iron. He had had too many close calls in high up places not to have some extra in case he ran out.

The came open with a click, and Aaron and Martin were through it in a heart beat. They crouched to either side, using the shadows in the corners as cover. Daerra said I had to have my copper cloud. She didn't say I had to keep it small.

"Martin," he whispered, "Full burn, and keep up." The dwarf nodded silently. For all his grumbling and body odour, the smoker was surprisingly competent.

It was a long hallway, with graceful arches lining either side. Small tables and statues lined it's center. The cieling wasn't overly high, but it was wide. It was also covered with metal inlays, one of the reasons they had chosen this manor.

Aaron pulled on the cieling and flew upwards. He pulled at an angle, heading towards the corner of the room, but switched directions before he hit the wall. He pulled himself back and forth, feeling the blood pounding through his body. I moments he reached the end of the hall. He looked back and found Martin scurrying from shadow to shadow, still only halfway down the hall.

A guard paced down the hall ahead. It seemed even the nobles of Fellise were nervous about the rebellion. He signalled Martin, and the dwarf crouched among the shadows of a statue of children dancing in a ring. Aaron pulled on the intricate inlays surrounding on of the arches, and hung off the wall above the guard's heads. Flaring his iron, he braced himself against the arch, and pulled against the window at the other end of the hall. The window burst, and the guards ran to see what was amiss. When they passed beneath him, Aaron took note of their wooden staves and shields. Hazekillers! I'll have to be careful.

While their backs were turned, Adam signalled Martin and pulled on the metal in the dwarf'' belt, while still bracing himself against the wall. The dwarf narrowly avoided smashing into the face of one of the children, but managed to jerk out of the way as he flew. Aaron stopped pulling, so the dwarf had time to land before hitting the wall, and dropped as well. They were passed the intersection and through the correct arch while the guards still had their heads out the window looking for intruders.

Aaron continued through the shadowy manor, and he and Martin had to avoid guards several more times before the reached their goal: the Lord's Study. Lord Neiselle was a collector of rare minerals, and a rival geologist had hired them to steal his cache, so that he might find out what Lord Neiselle was researching.

Surprisingly, the lock on the safe was easier than the one on the outside door. Lord Neiselle probably thought the clever hiding place (under an ornate carpet) would suffice, but Aaron's iron line pointed straight to it. It was obvious the man was not used to dealing with allomancers.

He pulled, moving his body to different sides of the lock so the pieces would fall into place. The lock clicked open. He made sure Martin still kept watch at the door, and pulled the heavy door open. Inside, he found several gemstones, some strange looking rocks and way in the back a silvery metal bead that looked a lot like... Atium!



#2 Daerra Elariel


  • Heir's Sister

354
House Raisaal
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 16 July 2010 - 07:51 AM

Aaron landed sofltly in the alley and was unbuckling Martin from his harness right on schedule. JinJin parked their carriage at the alley's mouth, and got down, pretending to check the horses for injuries. Motioning for Martin to stop burning copper, Daerra flared her bronze. Still no allomancers. They made it out clean. She extinguished her bronze, No need to leave a trail now, and the trio rushed out of the shadows and into the carriage just as JinJin returned to the driver's seat.

She waited until they were out of Fellise to speak. "So, I assume you got it."

Aaron nodded. There was an excited look in his eyes. "And you'll never guess what else I found." He pulled open the small sack of woven cloth. He pulled out several different stones and gemstones before revealing a single bead of pure metal. Daerra recognized it instantly.

"Atium," she whispered. "So Lord Neiselle has a mistborn?"

Aaron shook his head. "I don't think so. The only guards we saw were haze killers, and the placement of the safe seemed to suggest he knew little of allomancy. My guess is he was studying its geological properties. After all, no one really knows where it comes from, right?"

Daerra nodded. "I suppose it would interest a geologist." She eyed the bead. "Is there more?"

Aaron rifled through the bag, and pulled out two more beads, each identical to the first. And each worth a small fortune! They couldn't sell it of course. The Lord Ruler and the Steel Ministry kept careful tabs on the sale of atium. Selling it would be the same as admitting to stealing it. The man knows little of allomancy indeed, to hide it so poorly. Daerra had never even seen House Elariel's atium cache. She suspected the only ones who knew where it was were the Lord Alistair and the Elariel mistborn. Perhaps I shall ask cousin Claudia some day.

"We could keep it," Aaron was saying. "The client doesn't know what Neiselle was studying, only that it was something top secret. We could just give him the other rocks, collect our fee, and keep the atium for ourselves."

Daerra snorted, althought keeping it was tempting. There was something about the rare metal that made handing it over seem foolish. "And what would we do with it Aaron? Give it to Claudia for her birthday?"

Aaron frowned, and stuck his tongue out at her. "It was only a suggestion, sister." he said pointedly. "It seemed a shame to give it away when we don't have to, that's all."

Daerra eyed the metal again. If only we were mistborn! "Perhaps you are right. I'm sure we can find some use for it." She had to think a moment longer before she had it. It would be a small thing, nothing major as far as her plans were concerned, but it would be an excellent show of House Elariel's power at the upcoming ball...

"Martin," she said kindly, "You wouldn't happen to know any skilled skaa jeweers who would not recognize a bead of atium for what it is, would you?" Not everyone will notice it, but just think what those who do will say when they realize House Elariel has enough wealth to use atium for adornment. Daerra smiled. She still hadn't found a good pair of earrings.







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