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Closed W2 D3 LN Daerra Elariel Zincell

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#21 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 18 April 2012 - 01:11 AM

"Wait!" Daerra called out after the girl's retreating form. What had that been about? All of a sudden she had gone stiff, as if...

"We need to get out of here," she said to JinJin, "Now." Daerra still wasn't sure if the girl was some sort of allomancer or not, but something had spooked her besides Daerra. Something she had heard or seen that Daerra could not. She would have to see to it that the girl was found and silenced some other night. Leaping, she swung up onto JinJin's massive shoulders, clinging to them as he began to run in the direction she indicated. They followed the girl. For all Daerra knew, there could be a band of Inquisitors trying to surround them. She was no tin-eye, and was blind to whatever threat had caused the girl to run. Daerra didn't know what the threat was, but her informant friend did, and that meant whoever she was Daerra's best chance of getting out of her predicament alive.



#22 Zincell

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Skaa

Posted 18 April 2012 - 02:53 AM

Zincell tensed as she heard footsteps behind her and started to tap steel at a slightly higher rate, and started to tap zinc as well. Then she also tapped iron and pewter, and filled tin. She'd already noticed the wall ahead, and she had no intention of slowing down.

Moving with the unnatural speed of someone tapping steel, she ran toward the wall with longer strides than usual, and jumped when she was close enough to it. In three strides she'd gone high enough to be able to grab onto the edge of the roof, with a stretched out hand, pull herself up, and let herself collapse breathing heavily. Only tapping gold at a high rate and filling her tinmind for touch. Her feet were killing her for a moment, but it passed and she stopped filling tin.

"Bloody Garrison" She muttered, rolling onto the side. Now she had to pray to every pantheon she knew existed that the noblewoman didn't get someone to kill her.

Though maybe the woman thought she was a minor noble allomancer of some sort and would try to find her at a ball or something. Maybe. Hopefully. Zincell crawled toward the centre of the roof, and saw where the garrison were heading.

There was a tenement on fire.
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#23 Alexandre Aurelian


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Posted 18 April 2012 - 07:08 AM

A murmer echoed through the crisp night air, caught by Lex's tin enhanced ears. He'd been keeping track of the movements of the the garrison, but this sound had come from another direction. Slowing his fall with steel and iron, Lex landed gracefully on a roof top, and paused to listen for a moment. Almost immediately a cry echoed through the night. "Wait! it was distant, but his tin caught it easily.

Witnesses. Lex sighed. He thought he had made a clean sweep of the area. Apparently, he had missed a few. He needed to get to them fast, before they could sing whatever song was in their head to the garrison. Flaring his tin and dropping his copper, Lex took off through the night, searching for any signs of his new targets with steel, iron, tin and bronze.

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#24 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 18 April 2012 - 07:21 AM

The girl was fast. Too fast. Not only was JinJin's stride massive, along with improving his senses, Daerra had made him modify his body specifically so he could run more swiftly than any human man while carrying her, just in case they needed to get away quickly. And yet, the girl quickly gained distance on them, vanishing into the mists. Before the girl moved beyond her line of vision, Daerra focused in on her. Her limbs seemed to blur as they moved, moving with unnatural speed.

So the little wretch is an allomancer! Something still didn't fit however. She'd assumed from the girls' eavesdropping abilities she was a tineye, but the only way a girl her size could outdistance JinJin so quickly was with pewter. Mistborn? That didn't seem right either. If she were mistborn, the girl could have taken on Daerra and JinJin easily, and there would have been no need to be afraid.

"Mistress," JinJin spoke softly but gruffly, focusing on running. "She's moving too quickly. Soon I'll lose her scent as well."

Damn, thought Daerra. Then, in a moment of desperation, she reached within herself and burned bronze. Whatever she was, the girl was doing things that could only be possible with allomancy, and bronze could trace her far better than any nose or set of eyes.

Immediately the pulses washed over her. Two opposing ones together she easily identified as steel and iron, then tin, and finally bronze. Upon feeling the bronze pulses and tracing their direction, Daerra cursed and instantly extinguished her own metal, though she knew it was too late.

There was a mistborn in the night, but he or she wasn't running in the direction the girl had. The pulses had been steadily drawing towards Daerra, and now she had given away her exact location.



#25 Alexandre Aurelian


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Posted 18 April 2012 - 07:35 AM

A long pulse length that seemed to push against with the distinctive beat of a mental metal. That meant bronze. Lex moved to zero in on the origin, but the pulses cut out before he could do so. There was a seeker out there, and whoever it was had sensed him and discerned he was burning more than one metal faster too quickly for him. He quickly extinguished his bronze and turned his copper back on, not wanting to give away his location again. Now he had a witness on his hands who knew there was a mistborn about, which meant he had no choice but to clean up the mess he had made. Lex continued to follow the general direction of the bronze pulses while continuing to search with iron, steel, and tin.

Suddenly, one of his steel lines shot up into the air, moving on it's own. Flaring tin, he was able to make out the silhouette of a figure clambering up onto a roof top. A pewter arm perhaps? Lex resisted the urge to use his bronze again. There was still a seeker out there, and he didn't want to give himself away again.

More than one metal line pointed to the target's body. Whoever it was seemed to be wearing a lot of metal. Landing the next rooftop over, Lex braced himself with steel and iron and then pushed against the figure with all of his might, hoping to send it flying off of the roof. As he did so, his tin picked up the sound of footsteps. He flared pewter, turning inhumanely fast to find what looked like a young woman clinging to the back of a hulking koloss of a man in the alley below. Perhaps one of them was the seeker he was looking for. Lex ripped open his coin purse and flared steel, pushing a storm of the deadly pieces of copper directly for his targets.

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#26 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 18 April 2012 - 07:42 AM

Suddenly, JinJin threw Daerra to the ground without sign or warning, crouching over her with his body. Seconds later, his whole form seemed to vibrate as he was struck with a flurry of copper clips. Daerra's heart seemed to race within her chest, threatening to tear itself from her rib cage. A moment passed and the flurry stopped, and JinJin collapsed on top of her, threatening to crush her narrow frame with his bulk.

"I heard the ripping of cloth and clinking of coins," he whispered, so softly she could barely catch it even though his head rested next to her ear. "Play dead and maybe he'll leave."



#27 Zincell

3
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Posted 18 April 2012 - 06:55 PM

Zincell had stopped tapping gold and filling tin when she saw the burning building. She would need the attributes for later. Then she heard something, or someone, in the area and scrambled onto her feet to try to see who it was. A silhouette was all she saw before being violently pushed off the building screaming.

She started filling iron almost instinctively the moment her trajectory changed to a downward one, hitting the side of a building several blocks away with her back softly and falling down onto the street. Her heart felt up her throat. Zincell sat very still hoping the allomancer would assume she was dead if she stayed just still down there, or even just that he would pick a fight with the giant thug the noblewoman had with her and give her more time to escape.

So Zincell stayed still and quiet, filling her steelmind at obscenely high rates and trying to calm herself with quiet and slow deep breaths.

What the deepness was going on?

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#28 Alexandre Aurelian


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Posted 27 April 2012 - 02:09 AM

Lex stood still, hanging in mid air with his eyes clothes. He was flaring tin, listening for any sign of life from either of his two quarries. At times he thought he heard breathing or movement, but the garrison were only a few streets away, and their voices echoed in Lex's ears, blocking out softer sounds.

Deciding that the figure he had pushed off the building wouldn't be going anywhere soon, even if they had survived, Lex decided to go after the two he had shot with coins first. No allomancer would be wearing that much metal anyways, and the metal and scent of blood would make the other target painfully easy to track.

Land softly, Lex cautiously approached the huddled forms, taking a moment to replenish his metals, as his tin, steel, iron and pewter were getting low. Flaring zinc, he yanked as hard as he could on nervousness and panic, hoping to startle either form into moving. The large man he had seen remained motionless, not even breathing. His shirt had been ripped to shreds, and numerous coins remained embedded in his broad back. The girl was hidden from Lex's view, beneath her larger companion.

As he got closer, Lex's tin-enhanced eyes caught the barest of movements, and a whisper of breath met his ears. The girl was alive. Circling around, he burned pewter and lifted the man by a shoulder, keeping a knife ready in his other hand. The woman's eyes were wide, but she showed no other signs of fright. They were pretty eyes, of a lovely silver grey color. Despite her fear, she didn't cower or wince away from him, but continued to stare boldly into his eyes. The look of defiance almost reminded him of the look in Sarafine's eyes right before she jumped from the cliff.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and brought down his knife.

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#29 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 27 April 2012 - 02:56 AM

As the mistborn landed nearby, Daerra did her best to calm herself, starting by slowing her breathing. She nearly lost control when fear and panic erupted inside her. She couldn't stay here, she had to flee, get away from this horrible place. Her life was in danger, she was going to be killed. She had to run, run far away, where no one could hurt her.

Allomancy... he's rioting me. The realization comforted her. Daerra wasn't used to fear of this magnitude, but she knew emotional allomancy inside and out. She could handle emotional allomancy. Taking another slow breath, Daerra took hold of her emotions and kept calm, praying to the Lord Ruler or whoever was listening that the mistborn would leave.

Her prayers went unanswered, and the mistborn stalked closer. Foolish girl! Wishes never come true. If you want to succeed you must make your own luck. She should have never come here. She should have arranged to meet Lancaster in a more secure location, and not trusted in her wiles and JinJin's bulk to protect her.

The mistborn took hold of JinJin by the shoulder, and lifted him slightly, leaving Daerra's lower body pinned but exposing her face. Not knowing what else to do, she stared him boldly in the eyes. There was very little light, and his face was shadowed by a hood, but Daerra memorized what features she could see anyways, out of habit if nothing else. He had a narrower face, with a nicely shaped jaw. Staring into the depths of his hood, Daerra thought she made out a slight irregularity marring the skin where his eyes should be. A scar? It was too dark to tell for sure...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and Daerra saw the knife glinting in his hand come rushing towards her. She tried to twist away, but JinJin still pinned her, and the mistborn moved inhumanely quick. Things seemed to slow down around her, and then everything happened at once.

She felt JinJin's body convulse on top of her, and the man slipped as the hand holding JinJin's shoulder sunk wrist deep into the kandra's flesh. The kandra twisted, taking the man with him, and the knife struck wide, missing Daerra's face by inches.

"Run!" The kandra's voice seemed to echo in her mind, and Daerra's instincts kicked in. Free at last, she rolled lightly to her feet and took off down the alley, running for her life. She took every turn she came to, eyes constantly moving in every direction looking for a place to hide. Though she longed to turn back, she forced herself to keep looking ahead, lest she slow herself down.

In the darkness, she stumbled over a stone left in the middle of her path, and went sprawling, scraping her elbow and a knee. This is it, she realized. I'm dead.

As she rose to her feet, a voice called out in the night, and torchlight brightened the area. "You there, what are you doing?" The man was wearing the garb of a garrison soldier.

Falling into the accent Lancaster had used, Daerra focused on her fear and let it almost overwhelm her. Her voice came out so thin and weak it was almost unrecognizable. "It was a mist-demon sir. Just like out of me ma's stories. He came flying at me out of the mists, and I just ran and ran. Please sir, I didn't mean no trouble being out at night. I just thought I heard noises, that all. And then that mist demon came after me, and I was just running to save my life. Please... have mercy."

The soldier eyed her carefully, and Daerra tried to imagine what he was seeing. She was filthy from her two falls, covered in dirt and ash. Her hair would be a mess as well, and she was certainly on the thin side. Sure, perhaps her accent wasn't quite right, but with her ripped clothing and frightened face, surely she looked the part of a lost skaa girl.

The man's thoughts were interrupted when two of his companions came around the corner. "Florian, what's this now?" said one. "You frightening little girls again?"

Manders shook his head. "She just came barreling around the corner. Said she saw some sort of mist demon or something."

The guards exchanged glances, then the third one turned to Daerra. "Poor thing. It was likely the rebels. The obligators say they've got some allomancers among them. They left a sign back at that burning tenement. 'With us or against us' it said.

The second man spit into the ground. "To hell with the rebellion. They claim to be aiding the skaa, but it seems to me they do a great deal more harm than good. Who do they think they are, trying to frighten people into joining them? I say let the girl go. She don't know anything, and we've got work to do back at the tenement."

"But what if she's one of them?" Florian asked. Daerra flicked her glance from soldier to soldier, hiding behind a mask of worry and confusion.

The second soldier rolled his eyes. "Look at her man. What would the rebellion want with a scrawny thing like that? The place was demolished, hundreds of bodies in side. There's no way a little skaa girl could of pulled any of that off."

"But..."

"Come on Flo, have a heart. The poor thing is scared stiff. You look her in the eyes and tell me that fear ain't genuine." The third soldier turned away from his companions and approached her slowly, offering his hand. "There there lass, we aren't going to hurt you. Let's see if we can get you cleaned up."

The second soldier snorted. "Lord Ruler, Danmond. Leave the poor thing be. She's got no need for your charms, such as they are. We've got more important things to do than find you helpless bed warmers."

Danmond rolled his eyes and backed away from Daerra. "You are ridiculous, you know that?" he called to the unnamed soldier. "Come on then girl. You can come sit somewhere safe while we clean up this mess. Then we'll sort things out and get you back where you belong."

Trying her best to remain wide-eyed and frightened, Daerra clutched her ripped cloak around herself and followed. As they turned a corner, she glance back over her shoulder, searching the night sky for any sign of movement.



#30 Zincell

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Posted 27 April 2012 - 04:03 AM

Zincell debated with herself as she kept still and quiet, every one of her movements slowed down by steel. If the allomancer was coming for her, getting a head start on the thing wouldn't be a bad idea, on the other hand, if he wasn't, and she just spontaneously decided to run away, it could alert him of the fact that she wasn't dead, and inspire him to change that. Zincell put the woman's conversation with whoever that man had been in her copperminds, as well as her conversation with the noblewoman. She'd need those memories to be as clear as possible.

After what felt like an eternity, she decided to start moving away from that place, and began heading out of slums. The man would be less likely to notice her walking than running, and if he did, at least she would have quite a bit of speed saved up to be able to run away faster.

She moved at a turtle's pace, filling steel and gold at high rates to make sure she had enough if or when it became necessary. Though she did use purposefully long strides to make the best out of her ridiculously slow steps. There was some noise from where the allomancer and the noblewoman with the thug should be, hopefully the big thug would be able to keep the Mistborn busy long enough for her to get a good amount of speed saved up.

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#31 Alexandre Aurelian


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Posted 28 April 2012 - 01:54 AM

As Lex slashed at the woman's throat, his other hand suddenly slipped forward, sliding into the shoulder of the bulky man. He instinctively attempted to steady himself, and in doing so missed his mark, nearly shattering his dagger as he nicked it on the pavement.

"Run," croaked the man, and the woman did, scrambling to her feet and taking off in a dash. Lex reached out to stop her, however as he did, he suddenly found his arm had sunk further into the... creature's skin, as if it was being enveloped.

Kandra, he realized suddenly. There could be no other explanation, and if this was a kandra, then there was no way the woman had been anything but noble. Kandra had to be paid in atium, a price no skaa, nor many nobles, could afford.

Kandra were, for the most part, harmless creatures. From Lex's understanding, their contracts forbid them from killing humans. The main danger with this one was in it's ability to delay him. Every second he wasted gave the girl a better chance to get away. The figure from the roof too, he reminded himself. If the man and woman were not what they seemed, it was likely the third witness wasn't as well.

Flaring pewter, Lex tugged with all his might. Around his hand, he felt muscles and tendons tear, but the kandra's skin continued to move and adjust, holding his arm in place. Sheathing his dagger, he tried to brace himself against the creature's chest, only to find his other hand was beginning to sink in. Flaring pewter again, he managed to rip his hand away before it could be enveloped as well.

Taking out his dagger again, Lex began to slash wildly at the kandra's face. His knife jerked in his hand whenever he hit bone, but the skin and muscles seemed to part like butter, offering barely any resistance.

"Thath hurths" murmered the kandra threw torn and bleeding lips. Lex remained silent. Kandra were excellent actors, and he didn't want this one learning his voice. He didn't know how to kill the things, but it could apparently feel pain. Maybe if he hurt it enough, it would release him.

Getting his legs beneath him, Lex struggled to gain his feet, but was held down but the kandra's bulk. Sheathing his knife and taking the few coins he had gathered from his pocket with his free hand, Lex slammed them into the creature's chest, taking care to make contact with an area that was still covered with cloth. Flaring his metals, Lex pushed out with steel, while pulling on his arm with pewter. There was the sound of ripping flesh and shattering bones, but Lex's hand finally came out, and he found himself skidding across the ground until he stopped pushing.

Rising, a little worse for wear, Lex took a moment to take stock of his opponent. The kandra's former body was a ruined mess, but there was still signs of movement. It couldn't kill it, but by the looks of things, it wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Lex was more concerned about the things wayward mistress.

Standing, he realized he had used the last of his coins to escape. Burning steel and iron, he found no iron lines pointing to them. Lord Ruler, the thing has enveloped those as well! As long as the metal was under the kandra's skin, it was useless to him. The slums were a virtual maze, and running through the streets, he might never find the woman, even with tin and pewter. Iron and steel were his best chance.

Trusting his luck, Lex pulled on a nearby barred window, and shot into the air. As he neared the window, he stopped pulling and let his momentum carry him past it, than began to push, propelling himself higher into the air. Flaring tin, he caught sight of the figure from the roof top, seemingly limping away. The fall should have been enough to kill a person, which meant that one was likely an allomancer as well.

Lex angled himself through the air and pushed against a metal sewer grate, keeping himself aloft, all the while searching for stray bits of metal he could use. The retreating figure was moving painfully slow. Hopefully he would have time to come back and clean up his mess when he dealt with the woman. She had been uninjured by his attack, which meant she was currently his most dangerous foe.

Using whatever anchors he could find, Lex flew in the direction the girl had ran, pushing himself as high as he could and flaring his tin in order to take in as much as he could at once. Shouts echoed in his enhanced hearing, the sounds of the garrison investigating his fire. I need to get out of here. Now.

"You frightening little girls again?" Lex swiveled in the air, searching for the source of the voice. After a moment, he found it, and pushed towards it. Using a rusty old nail he had found along the way, he slowed his fall, landing silently on a roof overlooking the alley. There were three garrison soldiers walking away, and they had the woman with them.

"Come on then girl," one soldier was saying. "You can come sit somewhere safe while we clean up this mess. Then we'll sort things out and get you back where you belong."

As they began to leave the alley, the woman looked up, scanning the rooftops. Not wanting to be seen, Lex retreated into the shadows, wondering what he should do. While her expression was one of fright and confusion, his enhanced vision could pick out her eyes. They had a calculating look to them that he had never seen on the face of a frightened skaa. There was no doubt that she was a noblewoman.

He could take down the three guards easily enough. He might even be able to kill the woman without being seen. He had his rusty nail, and he was a fairly good shot with steel. However, if she was rich enough to afford a kandra, killing her could of unwanted consequences. The Sureaus were already on uneasy terms with most of the other Great Houses in Luthadel. Lex didn't want to exasperate the situation.

Whatever she was up to, she didn't want anyone her true identity. Otherwise she wouldn't be dressed like a skaa, and would have told the guards her true identity immediately. Her family would likely be missing her when morning came, which meant she would have to return to her keep if she wanted her business to remain private. That meant she would have to find a way to ditch the garrison, which meant, if Lex was cautious, he might get another opportunity to get her alone. Then, he could either try to persuade her to keep his involvement as secret, using her own dealings as leverage, or kill her if need be. Either way, following her home could give him more valuable information.

Pushing himself back into the air, Lex traced the path of the soldiers. They were heading back to the burning tenement. The soldiers would be wary of stray skaa wandering the night, and it would likely take the woman a while to give them the slip. In the meantime, he could clean up things with the other witness, and track the noblewoman down when he was done.

Shooting back through the night, Lex downed another vial of metals, and began collecting more loose anchors to use.

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#32 Zincell

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Posted 01 May 2012 - 12:55 PM

Tapping her tinmind for hearing, Zincell heard a small noise. One distinctively made by someone very good at it, landing with steel. She decided she would have been better off staying where she was instead of trying to leave, but it was no use to her now. Now it wasn't time to fill her steelminds or think of regrets.

Now was time to run.

Her steelminds were basically full right now, and she didn't want to be caught walking at a turtle's speed. If Khaelys was here, she would probably be less likely to die right about now. So Zincell did what she felt was the most reasonable thing to do. She stopped filling steel and started tapping it.

She ran.

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#33 Alexandre Aurelian


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Posted 13 June 2012 - 10:39 PM

Despite his care in landing softly, Lex saw his prey stiffen and take off, running far more quickly than her limp had previously suggested was possible. She must have pewter he thought. It's the only explanation. But if she was a pewterarm, how had she heard him landing. Even to his own tin enhanced ears, he had been almost completely silent. Could that wisp of a thing be a mistborn? But what mistborn would be foolish enough to wear so much metal?

On the other hand, if she was an allomancer of some kind, and thus would know about the power of iron and steel. Why make herself vulnerable unless the metal she wore served some purpose? Lex flared pewter as he dashed after her, struggling to keep up. Could this frightened thing who had allowed herself to be pushed off a building be mistborn? Perhaps she isn't well funded he reasoned. A mistborn from a lesser house would fear confrontation with another mistborn who, like Lex, had the wealth of a Great House backing him, especially if atium was involved. Reaching to his belt as he ran, Lex checked for the small vial tied tightly his belt, making sure his atium was secure. He didn't want to waste the valuable metal, but he also didn't want to face another mistborn unprepared.

Counting on the enhanced grace of a pewter burner to keep up his stride, Lex downed the bead in one smooth motion. The figure was still outdistancing him, but as he began burning his atium, he could barely see a solitary atium shadow stretching out in front of her. If she did have atium, she wasn't burning it yet. Lex extinguished his atium, not wanting to waste it, then leapt into the air, pulling slightly on several different window frames to give him some height. Then he flared his iron,and pulled directly on the metal he had used previously to knock his prey off the roof, hoping to draw them closer together and force a confrontation.

Let's see what kind of mettle you're made of.

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#34 Zincell

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Posted 14 June 2012 - 04:33 AM

Zincell heard the footsteps and tried to speed up. She couldn't fight a mistborn. She couldn't survive a mistborn. Zincell had been halfway through her fifth mental prayer when she felt herself being pulled up into the air and stopped tapping steel, it was her most valuable resource right now and she had to make sure she didn't waste it.

She decided she wouldn't get a better chance to empty out one of her iron metalminds. She'd likely need to survive a fall or six in the near future after all. Zincell tapped weight at as high a rate she dared, likely turning several times heavier than the mistborn following her.

She resumed praying.

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#35 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 23 June 2012 - 04:13 AM

The soldiers continued to prattle on idly as the group made their way towards the burning tenement. Daerra let them ignore her for the moment, pretending to be blind to the covert glances she received whenever the conversation touched on sensitive matters. She did her best to listen and process what the men were saying, but the majority of her faculties were occupied with planning her escape.

She could just run. While the soldiers were keeping an eye on her, they had made no move to restrain or detain her. But there was no telling if she could outrun them. She could be fast if she needed to be, but these men made their living policing Luthadel's streets, and spent their days chasing down street urchins who were likely faster than her.

Besides, there was the "mist-demon" to worry about. For all she knew he was out there, lurking in the darkness. Just waiting to finish her off as soon as she was alone again. Apparently he was behind tonight's arson. Or, at least, the rebellion that the guards believed he was a part of was. A skaa mistborn. Daerra still couldn't believe it, despite the numerous eye witness accounts from the Casuana ball. He could be a noble in disguise, she supposed. While she couldn't discern a good reason at the moment for a noble mistborn to aid the skaa rebellion, that didn't mean that such a reason did not exist.

"I guess it makes sense, them going for a Casuana tenement," one of the soldiers--Danmond--was saying. "After all, their attack on the Casuana ball failed. Perhaps if the Casuana skaa had revolted, they would have succeeded."

Interesting Daerra filed away the tidbit with the others. If the rebellion really were targeting Casuana in particular (and it certainly seemed so, with two dead lords in as many years and the fire at the ball), it could affect the potential alliance between Venture and Deveaux that was rumoured to be in the works. As a Deveaux ally, Casuana's survival would reflect back onto the powerful house. Even if Deveaux itself remained untouched, if they could not protect the most powerful of their allies, perhaps things were not as perfect with the Deveauxs as they would have everyone believe.

"I still can't believe this skaa mistborn exists. Just wait until the others hear what the girl has to say." Florian's eyes flicked back towards her, and Daerra did her best to appear not to notice as she gazed up at the rooftops, searching the night for shadows. For all she knew, the mistborn really was still out there, watching her. A shiver ran down her spine. "I mean," Florian continued, in a hushed tone, "What she saw couldn't have been anything but a mistborn, could it?"

The man who had tried to kill her had been a mistborn all right. There was no mistaking that. It also made sense to her now why he had tried to kill her. At least, it did if he was behind the arson attempt. In Luthadel, any crime committed by a mistborn was assumed to be the work of a great house. Thus, it was standard practice for any mistborn to clear the scene of witnesses after an attack. If it got out that a mistborn, and not normal rebellion members, had set fire to the Casuana tenements, tensions between the great houses would instantly be raised. They avoided using mistborn against each other for exactly that reason, for once a chain of retaliations began, it would be very difficult to stop.

But wait, that doesn't make sense. If the attack was truly meant to be a statement by the rebellion, why would the mistborn keep his involvement a secret? Were Daerra in charge of the rebellion, she would have had him make the attack obvious. After the ball, he could hardly be called a secret weapon any more, the ministry was likely hunting for him night and day already. And obvious mistborn attack would serve to flaunt the rebellions power in front of both the skaa and the nobility.

Then why did he attack? Unless... What if, this mistborn and the one who attacked the ball weren't one and the same at all. Casuana had some very powerful enemies, including the Sureaus and the Hastings, both of whom would have access to mistborn. Daerra reviewed what she knew of the attack in her mind. Burning the tenement might convince a few skaa to join the rebellion, if the contents of the charred message were circulated, but there was no guarantee of that. Even if it were, she suspected the majority of the skaa would only become hostile to the rebellion because of it. However, if noble house were hoping to cripple the Casuanas as they tried to rebuild, wiping out their skaa population would be a sure way to slow down their weapons production.

Daerra felt her confidence beginning to return. She might not know how to handle a deadly killing maching with ambiguous motives and intent, but she knew how the members of her class worked inside and out. A noble mistborn wouldn't be acting on his own, he'd be taking orders from one of the Lords of the great houses.

Daerra brought his face back into her mind, searching for any identifying characteristics. His cowl had been drawn and the darkness had been near perfect, but she had managed to take note of a few things, hadn't she? The narrow jawline could belong to any number of nobles, and if the scar she had seen was real, and not a disguise or a trick of the light, it didn't ring any bells.

Still, even if she didn't have a name, she had a motive. She knew what this mistborn wanted. And, she had a way of preventing him from getting it. That gave her power in a situation where she had previously been powerless.

Suddenly, looking frightened seemed to take more effort and the mists didn't seem to close in on her as they once had. Resisting the urge to smile, and keeping her mask of apprehension and naivete in place, Daerra began constructing a plan.



#36 Lanscaper

12
Steward in Training

Posted 10 July 2012 - 06:29 PM

Jonesi POV

Jonesi was tired. Everything had changed...was it really only two days ago that everything went to Deepness? Meltha had died, and with her the position at the textile mill disappeared. Airelan died, and with him the the security of an entire branch of the Lan portion of the family was compromised. And lastly the loss of the Ari branch as they were nearly decimated in the executions merely 48 hours ago. That was in the past now though, all he could do was try to save as many family members as he could now. Three of the four branches of the family in Luthadel were damaged in this last execution, the El branch of the family however couldn't take in and shelter the other two branches due to their current position. So now it was left to him and his nephews to salvage what they could. That meant hunting down as much of the family as he could and moving them to the safe-house in the sewers beneath the workshop.

So far between the combined efforts of his nephews and grand-nephews he had found two small families of the Lan branch and another of the Ari branch, and a scattering of other dispersed members. But from what he knew there was another fifty or sixty family members that needed to be reestablished. He only had so much time though, he had to appear to the outside world that he was the same and that nothing had happened, and so he spent these nights sleeplessly. His old age it appeared had some advantages, in recent years he could get by with less sleep, his aging body only let him rest a couple hours at a time.

There was so much to do, and he only had a few favors left, at this rate the war chest wouldn't be able to support the relocation of nearly one hundred family members. The time was rapidly approaching that he would have to make drastic measures to keep things afloat, going counter to a lifetime of cautiousness. There was an opportunity with the contract that House Meson was forming, but he would still need money to bribe and doctor the necessary papers, or he would have to owe a favor, either way he did not like the options that he was being afforded, there was too much risk involved, and after his youth he did not like taking risks.

As his thoughts continued to ramble, worrying over the uncertain future that he was now facing, he made his way to the chair by the control station. He sat down, his old body protesting as old bones ached with age. Jonesi settled down to take a nap, he hadn't been to his bed since the executions, Jimi was still out guiding the group that Mel had found, and he needed to be on the ground floor to let Jimi back in so he'd be in his bunk by sunrise. The alert system hidden within the levers and instruments of the control station was clear, signalling that tonight was peaceful, at least so far.

Player Characters:

Noblemen: Winston Elariel

Skaa: Jonesi | Pipes

Work in Progress: Martin Meson - De Facto House Lord, Marcus Meson - House Heir, Jimmi - Foreman in Training, NeeSun - Kandra of a Thousand Minds, Zulo - Keeper of Forgotten Foods


#37 Alexandre Aurelian


  • Sureau Assassin

354
House Raisaal
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTremredare

  • Allomantic StatusRumoured

Posted 06 September 2012 - 11:03 PM

Lex began streaking through the air towards his retreating quarry. He felt the tug at the end of his iron line as her momentum was arrested and she began to be pulled towards him.

Then she stopped in place and Lex's already break-neck speed was tripled in an instant.

Not having any time to analyze what happened, Lex reacted on instinct alone. He immediately released his anchor and sought out new ones, grabbing on to whatever he could find to slow his life-threatening pace. Several loose bolts and window latches came loose and were sent flying into the darkness, propelled both bye Lex's allomancy and by his terrifying momentum.

Just as he was about to collide with his suddenly incredibly heavy opponent, Lex found an anchor to the side that would take is weight, one in front and behind him to help slow him down. In the split second he had to react, he pushed and pulled by instinct alone, and flared pewter as he braced himself for impact.

He whizzed by his prey, missing her slender frame by inches, and crashed into the ground. He skidded for several yards, bouncing on the ground like a stone on the water before he managed to roll to his feet, sporting new scrapes and bruises all over his body, despite his flared pewter.

Sliding into a defensive fighting position, Lex turned to face his opponent, who, according to his tin-enhanced eyes, was the same slip of a skaa girl he had sent flying off the roof earlier. A slip of a girl who apparently had the ability to spontaneously weigh as much as a small house. Even a mistborn would have needed multiple anchors to pull of such a feat, and Lex knew from his failure to stop himself that there were not enough stable sources of metal for that to be possible.

What in the world am I dealing with?

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#38 Zincell

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Skaa

Posted 07 September 2012 - 07:06 PM

Zincell froze for a moment when she saw the mistborn fall past her, and then ran for it, tapping steel.

The mistborn had crashed. He'd crashed into the ground with a thug and a scrape and he'd probably gotten bruised at least.

Why had she not seen it before? This was no demon of the night born of death and duty. This wasn't brutality and murder incarnate. This was just some allomancer. He was a man, he was a person-- with flaws and faults and shortcomings. A very scary man with the ability to murder her brutally, but a man nonetheless.

She couldn't run away from the hand of death, but Zincell had honed her ability to run away these past few years. She could run away from a man.

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#39 Alexandre Aurelian


  • Sureau Assassin

354
House Raisaal
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTremredare

  • Allomantic StatusRumoured

Posted 07 September 2012 - 07:50 PM

The girl, whatever she was, turned and ran again, already moving inhumanly fast. Lex cursed and flared pewter, taking off after her. Lex was a competent sprinter, even without pewter, and with the metal he could increase his pace and keep it up indefinitely. However, even while flaring his pewter as high as he could, the girl continued to gain ground on him. Lex began pulling and pushing himself forward when he could in order to keep up when he could find secure anchors, but still he failed to gain on her. The girls limbs seemed to blur as they moved, even to his tin enhanced eyes.

So she was fast, was she? If he couldn't keep up with her physically, perhaps he could mentally. Lex pulled a loose bit of metal towards himself mid run and began burning atium. Catching the metal (a bent nail) out of the air, Lex dropped it and pushed, propelling himself into the air, hoping to get a clear trajectory of the girls course.

The girl was moving so quickly even her atium shadow seemed to be having trouble outrunning her. As he began to fall, Lex pulled the nail back to himself, and began to search out other anchors, both secure and loose. He gained back some of the ground he'd lost by vaulting over a building she had to go around and then continued to pursue her on foot, taking momentary breaks to leap into the air again to chart her course with atium.

Lex's father was duty and his mother was death. He could not be out run so easily.

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#40 Zincell

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Skaa

Posted 07 September 2012 - 08:40 PM

Zincell noticed the mistborn had leapt up on a building, which would be far more convenient for her come to think of it, since going around buildings to try to loose him wasn't working in the least, and it was probably giving him all the advantage.

She headed straight for the next building, started tapping pewter as well as her steel, lengthened her stride, and managed to half-run half-climb up the wall of the tennement to its roof, she started filling tin again and tapping brass (to put up with the intense cold and the foot pain), and began running and jumping her way through rooftops, filling iron in her bigger falls. She also switched from tapping to filling steel at high rates every time she was in the air, which required her to tap zinc ever so slightly to maximize the amount of steel she could fill while still managing to keep her momentum (filling steel allowed for everything in her body to move faster after all, not for her to fall slower).

She wasn't going to let herself get killed by some homicidal mistborn. Zincell had spent the better part of three years running away, and she wasn't going to let some death bringer catch her now.

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