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#1 Felicity Arduenna

  • Mother Ashes

House Raisaal
  • AgeOld

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 20 October 2012 - 08:25 PM

I will always remember our first conversation. The words he spoke that day seem to be burned permanently into my heart. When he spoke, it was like I could feel the entire planet hanging on his every syllable, waiting to be reshaped by his will. It was the voice of a being who had defeated evil, reshaped the world to save it, and had protected it throughout the centuries that followed. In short, it was utterly unforgettable.

"Child, why do you stare at me so," he said softly. We were at the ball, and my eyes hadn't left him since he entered the room, much to the annoyance of my escort.

"Apologies, Lord Ruler," I said, trembling. I hadn't meant to offend my god and emperor, he was just so fascinating I could not help but stare. With his address, the eyes of everyone nearby, and others across the room were now on me, and I felt my cheeks redden with shame.

"That is not an answer," he replied, with a finality in his voice that could give death or eternal life.

Behind me, I could feel my mother fussing and my father fuming, as they reacted to this public shaming of their house. I lowered my head closer to the ground, trying to hide my own embarrassment. "I did not mean to offend, Lord Ruler," I said with tears in my eyes. "It's just that... you fascinate me. Please, I beg of you, I did not mean anything by it. Have mercy.

"Child, look into my eyes."

I did not want to, for to look up would be to expose my shame, but the voice of god compelled me. In hindsight, I suspect he was soothing and rioting me with allomancy powerful enough the shape the world, but at the time I took my inability to resist is a command as yet another sign of his divinity.

I looked up, meeting his beautiful, profoundly sorrowful eyes with my own, which were filled with tears of humiliation. He was silent for a moment, and I feared he would have me destroyed on the spot for my impudence.

Instead, he asked me to dance.

Felicity set down her pen, and checked the clock on the wall. Her eyes were growing sore from writing, and her wrists were beginning to ache, even with pewter. After a moment of straining, she flared pewter to rise from her seat and approached the clock on the wall, trying to get a better look. The numbers were large, and clearly defined against the dark back-ground (not that she needed them, she had long since began telling time by the position of the hands alone), but even so, it took a minute for her tired eyes to adjust enough to accurately read the time.

Body failing, eyes failing. What's next? she wondered. At least her mind remained sharp. She could only thank the Lord Ruler for that. Though her mind was more and more prone to wander as of late, and she often woke from troubled sleep thinking it was forty, eighty, or ninety years passed, or that she was the character and her novel was true, she still had a measure of clarity unheard of for someone her age. When your age itself is unheard of, is there even a standard to measure oneself on?

Felicity shook her head, leaving that particular musing for another day. EruSaar would be arriving any minute now, and she would need to be ready to deal with him. His last assignment had not gone exactly has planned. His next assignment was of key importance to Felicity, and she needed to make certain he was up to the task. As her newest kandra besides BelKaal, EruSaar's current contract was his first, and she needed to make sure he was ready for the mission she had in mind for him.

How old is he? she wondered. She could not quite remember which generation he was from. She had begun more and more, especially with her later kandra, to view them as her children, even though most of them were likely a great deal older than her. What would it be like to live for centuries without the body or mind failing?

Felicity continued to follow the convoluted strands of thought, waiting for EruSaar's knock on the apothecary door.

#2 Haradion Drogon


Posted 20 October 2012 - 09:36 PM

EruSarr walked though the street cautiously, his hand on the hilt of a short dagger.
He sighed as he did so, his hooded cloak hiding his features. A Skaa beggar mistaking him for a rich Noble cried out to him as he passed, crying out for a coin. So much decay, even in the heart of the Empire. Luthandel was not living up to expectations. On the spur of a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. It was not his - one of his mistress' he had been given to help secure the resources needed. He flicked it to the beggar, who snatched it before it touched the ground and disappeared as quick as a flash down an ally.
EruSaar watched as another beggar got up, and followed him down the alley, a short length of wood with a nail driven through it gripped in his hand.

The Final Empire. It devoured itself. He shrugged, trying to lighten his mood. Things had not been going well.

At least he had secured the supplies. I.e. he had fetched the groceries. Brilliant.

He carried on walking until he reached the apothecary, knocked twice sharply, leaving a faint dent in the old woodwork and then opened the door and walked in without waiting for an answer. He stepped in out of the cold slamming the door behind him as he did so.

Jerking back his hood he nodded to his mistress.

"It’s cold out there. I got those ingredients you wanted." From the look of them, most would end up not in amazing cures and potions but soups and stews. He sat down on an empty chair nearby and kicked off his boots flexing his toes. They dislocated with a sickening crunch then reformed quickly.

Edited by Haradion Drogon, 21 October 2012 - 11:28 AM.


EruSaar - Kandra

#3 Felicity Arduenna

  • Mother Ashes

House Raisaal
  • AgeOld

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 21 October 2012 - 08:36 PM

Felicity started when the first knock came at the door. Who was it again? EruSaar, it's EruSaar she reminded herself. Lucky she hadn't gotten him mixed up with one of her other kandra. With their constantly changing faces, sometimes it was difficult to keep track of them all.

She eyed the groceries he carried in, but made no move to take them. She didn't like moving around more than she had to, it took too much pewter, especially on days like today when she was feeling sore. She'd get them later, when she had cause to be up, or she'd get him or another assistant to aid her in putting them away.

"Thank-you," she said, giving the kandra a slight nod. "I appreciate you braving the elements for me. Now, since that little errand is out of the way, I thought we'd get down to business." Reaching beneath the counter, Felicity pulled out the proper folders and got out her reading glass. After giving the page a cursory glance to make sure it was the correct one, she continued speaking. She didn't have time to puzzle through the entire thing right that second, after all. Why did he have to come in on a bad day? A few days ago she had been feeling alive, a good five or ten years younger, but today she was feeling the full weight of her age, from the mind to the bones.

"I have a new contract for you, however," Felicity looked up from the file to stare the kandra in the eyes. "First I would like a final report of your last assignment. Just to update my records." EruSaar had a certain amount of impudence in him, especially in the negative way he viewed humanity. Used to working with kandra of older generations, dealing with his attitude (which was always well hidden beneath the appearance of reverence and devotion to the contract), was still something she was adjusting to.

Getting out a pen, Felicity turned to a blank sheet. "Please, go on," she said. "I'm ready."

#4 Haradion Drogon


Posted 21 October 2012 - 09:53 PM

“Ah." EruSaar winced at the mention of his last contract.

"The last assignment... Yes. Well, as you know I followed your instructions to meet Lord Erikel as planned, in order confirm house plans. You had his favored informant murdered and impersonated by one of my brethren: you did not say which.

Through him you leaked false information concerning illicit weapons deals behind the Lords back. He immediately suspected his cousin, and invited him, myself and few other ' friends' to a friendly gathering, intending to confront his cousin there and then. The idea was that the accusations would cause his cousin to react violently and create the internal house conflict that you desired that would attract obligator attention to the house forcing them to: "bloody well behave themselves for a change" as you so eloquently put it mistress. My assignment was very simply to keep an eye on things and make sure everything ran smoothly."...
EruSaar winced at the memory. He caught his mistress’s eye before continuing.

"Things didn't go as well as I'd have liked.

It turns out that the lord I was impersonating had a few dietary habits that only a few...people knew about or even suspected. Your... file suggested he had a fondness for cream cakes that are so common at those intolerable balls the great houses are so fond of. As it turns out he appears to have maintained this illusion when in public but privately reviled the texture to close friends who noticed the change instantly. I made up a lie about developing a fondness for them but they did not seem to buy that as an explanation. None of the considered that I was not who I said I was bug one of them was giving me very odd looks."

EruSaar paused in his retelling to think back to the strange nobleman.

"He was not a regular companion of Lord Erikel, and none of the others called him by name. They called him "our friend" instead. Anyway he was giving me funny looks and I decided to keep things toned down for a while but all of a sudden they started t talking about deals on the canals and when he finally got round to arguing about the weapon smuggling they had all had quite a lot to drink."

He waved a hand dismissively.

"Things only got out of hand once one of them pulled a knife..."

Edited by Haradion Drogon, 25 October 2012 - 08:25 PM.


EruSaar - Kandra

#5 Felicity Arduenna

  • Mother Ashes

House Raisaal
  • AgeOld

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 October 2012 - 08:53 PM

"I asked for a final report, not a summary," Felicity said coldly. "I may be old, but my memory does quite fine at remembering my own actions, thank-you very much," Most of the time, she added mentally, "So retelling the whole ordeal over again was quite unnecessary."

Felicity leaned back in her seat and stared out at EruSaar from underneath her hood, trying to unnerve him. A gurgling sound came from the next room, it would seem Chunky was up to no good again.

"And your quote was inaccurate. I believe I said, 'so they will mind their own bloody business and keep their noses where they belong.'" The Lord Erikel in question, head of a lesser branch of the family, had decided that, since his other more prominent relatives were dominating the market for the house's main specialty, had decided to begin a business venture of his own; namely the gathering and sale of information. Rash and ambitious, the young Lord had begun propositioning informants, hoping to create a network of his own. In doing so, however, he had unwittingly gotten involved in at least one skaa con, disrupted two covert ministry operations, and had approached some of Felicity's own agents. Given the current track record, Felicity had decided it would be best of the young Lord was forced to stick to more traditional methods of enrichment.

Then there was the weapon smuggling. That had been an interesting development. Since the Lord Erikel in question was so minor, and the Inquisition focused on the rebellion, Felicity had decided it was her citizenly duty to ensure he was brought to justice, indirectly of course. She just hoped that his family would keep a closer eye on lesser branches in the future.

After gathering her thoughts, and giving EruSaar time to stew and listen to Chunky's muffled gurgles, Felicity replied. "As for the cakes, my human agents can only acquire so much information without being suspicious. In my immense experience, it has always been the kandra's duty to put the 'finishing touches' if you will on a persona. But before we get into semantics, why don't you continue with your 'report.' I believe you mentioned something about a knife? I think I have a notion where this might be going, but I wouldn't want to come to any rash judgements, so please, continue. And remember, stick to the details. I'm an old woman, and I don't have the patience for idle story-telling that I once had."

Clucking contentedly, Felicity turned back to her papers, ready to record any new information her other agents in the field hadn't already reported to her about EruSaar's little escapade. Of course, the kandra's words would be her only first person account of what had happened, and would likely be more reliable than anything she had so far, provided he stuck to the facts. Nonetheless, Felicity felt her sullen mood begin to fade. There was nothing like a good tongue lashing to make a woman feel young again.

Lady Disdain, he used to call me, she remembered sadly. She hadn't thought of Leon Chardain in quite some time, but lately her thoughts seemed mired in the past, and had drifted to him more than once. I wonder if I'll see him again, when the end comes. Shifting again in her seat, Felicity returned her attention to EruSaar's response. Perhaps, if the kandra gave her cause, she would be able to live up to Leon's nickname.

#6 Haradion Drogon


Posted 25 October 2012 - 08:21 PM

"In my immense experience, it has always been the Kandra's duty to put the 'finishing touches"

EruSaar twitched at the unspoken accusation and bristled. People did not generally question a Kandra’s ability to do their jobs, the efficiency of the species was one of the world’s great constants.

"Well, if I may be so bold mistress, to suggest that the next time one wishes me to observe and imitate the intended target, one refrains from sticking him with a knife beforehand? Its helps to be able to study the target before they are removed. A Dead man says very little in my immense experience."

EruSaar countered curtly. Humans. They always assumed any fault in the Contract must be the sole responsibility of the Kandra in question. never mind the fact that he could only work with the information he had at his disposal, unlike her who had access to hundreds of Informants and had access to more Kandra than any living person in the Final Empire, save Father himself.

"Hmm. As for the knife, one of them pulled a blade first, but I didn't see which before the other pulled one. The two got into a brawl that aroused some unwanted attention. I decided that the best cause of action would be to separate them before any of them did serious damage and undid any of the work we have been doing. As a result, I behaved in a manner quite unlike the Lord I was impersonating and physically pulled the two apart. It was most unlike my character, and may have alerted anyone paying attention to the fact that all was not well. Fortunately, they were much more focused on the fight in progress to care about things like uncharacteristic bounds of heroism."
He did not mention he had only done so with the aid of his blessing, allowing him to pull them apart with one hand each, another thing that might have alerted an attentive watcher. He was not about to divulge secrets of the Kandra, no matter how much she tried to understand them.

"I was unlucky though, one of them stuck me in the side, in the gut with a blade before they stopped writhing. The blow would have severely injured a human, but I am not as frail, and managed to recover a short while later. Externally at least. I think they were too drunk to notice that I was walking when I should have been on the floor. By this time a few other nobles had come to the sound of violence, with an Obligator among them. Things became rather messy. Perhaps I over estimated the danger, it was unlikely, but I had no desire to be interrogated by the Inquisition in response to the brawl, or even to interact with them. The obligators disapprove of such things and go to great pains to conceal them from the common populace. They are a Skaa thing they believe. But I expect you know that. So before any Inquisitors became involved, I slipped out the back, onto the roof, and shed my skeleton, dumping it in a disused building in the silver quarter. I returned an hour later, collected the bones, and came back here once I was sure it was safe to return."

He had decided not to risk whether an inquisitor could guess his true form. They were supposed to have all kinds of powers normal allomancers could barely guess, and he wondered if they could have detected his blessings. They certainly knew of the existence of Kandra to say the least and run in with the cloaked creatures was something he wished to avoid at all costs. Aside from anything else, they gave him the creeps.

“I believe that is everything, though if you have any further queries of questions mistress, I am yours to command.”

Edited by Haradion Drogon, 25 October 2012 - 08:23 PM.


EruSaar - Kandra

#7 Felicity Arduenna

  • Mother Ashes

House Raisaal
  • AgeOld

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 31 October 2012 - 09:42 PM

Felicity had already managed to obtain a copy of the ministry report from her contacts, but she never liked to act until she had gathered multiple accounts. As things were, the report contained nothing too damaging towards her, so she had allowed things to follow their natural course, grateful she hadn't had to suppress anything. While making alterations to minor documents was within her power, manipulations of that kind always left traces, especially in the ministry, and it would have been a shame to do so needlessly.

The noblemen were another problem entirely. As EruSaar had been Felicity's main agent for this mission, she still hadn't managed to get one of her other people in the field close enough to the young Lord to determine whether or not he suspected the involvement of a kandra. She wouldn't know how much damage control she had there until she found out.

However, arranging that headache was a job for another time. Right now, she needed EruSaar for a much more vital mission, but first she needed to make sure he would be reliable.

"The knife was a mercy," she said, clucking her tongue. "I could not cure his sickness. He would have been dead before the year was out." EruSaar's target had come to Felicity for a cure, where conventional medicines had failed. As soon as she had learned he was sick, of course, Felicity had ensured that when he went looking for cures that her name was given to him. She could not let a target so valuable to her investigation go to waste, after all. It had been a simple matter to tell his family he had to stay over night, allowing EruSaar time to digest the body, then return him, seemingly healed.

"But that's besides the point," she continued. "I'll admit, perhaps I was expecting too much of you, this was your first contract after all. For that, I apologize. In the future, I'd advise you to be more cautious, and to be ready to amalgamate little inconsistencies like this into your persona when they pop up."

Before he could interrupt to defend himself, or say whatever else might come out, Felicity cut him off, hoping to get to the point of the matter. She was getting tired, perhaps she would be able to sleep tonight. She pushed the thoughts of bed aside, and focused on her explanation. "I must move on though, we don't have much time. I'll control the Erikeller situation," she waived her hand dismissively, as if controlling the spread of information surrounding a public brawl was a trivial thing. "I need you for something else. The great houses are stirring, and it is making me uneasy."

In truth, a great many things made Felicity uneasy these days, and the great houses were just a few of them. "There are stirrings of war. Luthadel is already in chaos, I cannot allow the great houses to add to it." Felicity knew the Lord Ruler sometimes encouraged the nobles to fight, to control them, but surely such violence and destruction could wait until after the rebellion was suppressed. "At the very least, if I can't stop it from happening, I hope to find a way to control it." Her desire to see Sureau fall, she left unsaid. An old woman had no time for old grudges.

"The Hastings are of interest to me right now. I'm looking into the disappearance of Kaylen Hasting, and the murder of Mikhail Elariel. Kaylen's relationship with Phrya Venture has alienated the Hastings from the Elariels, who have been mostly neutral up until this point. They are also a key house in the Sureau coalition, and the most powerful weapons house of the southern dominance, making them a key player if there is to be war." Felicity paused, licking her dry and cracked lips. She swallowed to lubricate her throat before continuing.

"Of course, I already have agents observing the House's movements. My main concern is for Lord Sheldon and his current succession situation. He currently has not decided whether his daughter, Colette, or his nephew Caden, will inherit the house title once he dies, even though reports of his health seem to indicate this event will happen soon. I need you to get close to one or both of these potential heirs if possible, and study them, so that we can decide which will be the best candidate to lead House Hasting for the collective future of the the Final Empire."

Felicity paused again, both to think and to allow the gravity and importance of the assignment to sink in for EruSaar.

"First of course, I need to ensure you will be ready for such assignment. I would use one of my more experienced kandra agents, however none of them have roles that are ready to be reassigned. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

#8 EruSaar

  • Kandra

  • Age7th Generation

Posted 05 September 2013 - 03:33 PM

EruSaar nodded his head in agreement.

" Thank you mistriss. A repeat of that incident is unlikely to occur again mistress. I am... pleased... that I have your confidence in this matter. You are aware that this is my first Contract. It is not good for a Kandra to appear to fail in his Contract. I believe you humans would refer to it as "unseemly"." EruSaar said.
Then he paused, thinking. Since she had given him the opportunity to voice his own thoughts, he may as well make use of it.

"I must confess however, that my knowledge of the individual persons within House Hasting is limited. I know than that both House Venture and Deveaux have a homicidal hatred of them. In fact, their hatred in that regard is equaled only in their hatred of House Sureau.
Given that history, a relationship of the sort you describe between Phrya Venture and Kaylen Hasting seems very unlikely to have produced what might be described as a positive reaction within either house." EruSaar observed.
Kaylen Hasting had many enemies who would have loved for him to "disappear". His mistress seemed more concerned with second issue however, that of an "heir dispute", within house Hasting.

EruSaar was not blind. The Head of House Hastings would be one of the most important people in the Final Empire. And if the Contract went as planned, the future heir would owe their success to his actions...

As much as his people detested being enslaved by the Contract, it still gave EruSaar a thrill to think of it. Humans were always so convinced of own superiority, but even so, even his mistress - at the center of political web that formed the Final Empire, she depended on the Kandra to enforce her will. Who then was more powerful?

Not for the first time, EruSaar looked at his mistress, and wished he had been born with the Blessing Presence. His strength had its uses, but did little to help solve the enigma before him.

What drove the old woman? As far as he knew, there was no one else in the Final Empire with four Contracts. Even for a Great House, it would be excessive. He wondered where she could possibly get the Atuim? The again, given the fact that Contracts where negotiated based upon the service the Kandra would be expected to perform, it would not have surprised him if his mistress was paying a fraction of the sum in Atium that other contract holders had.

And her knowledge of Kandra was surprising. The Mistwraith "Chunky" was evident of that. Her attempts to train him to become a Kandra were futile - and more than a little amusing. Even so, she was clearly an ex-obligator... Some of them had knowledge of the Blessings - or the corruptions that they used to create those demonic Inquisitors.

His ponderings were getting him nowhere, and he inwardly sighed. The Contract, EruSaar. The Contract. Don't get sidetracked. She is the mistress whilst she hold your contract. You are the slave. He reminded himself. There was no purpose in over-analyzing her actions, motives, or hobbies.

"As for the Hasting's however." He continued. "If you wish me to watch and report on both of them, I assume you have someone you wish for me to impersonate? Someone with connections to both of the cousins would make the task infinitely easier to accomplish without arousing suspicion. Unless of course you want me to approach them in my... natural form? Not that I would recommend it. " He asked.

Edited by Haradion Drogon, 09 September 2013 - 02:37 PM.

#9 Felicity Arduenna

  • Mother Ashes

House Raisaal
  • AgeOld

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 09 September 2013 - 07:03 PM

Felicity gave the kandra look of stern disapproval before closing one folder and opening another. When she looked at the pages in her new folder, however, she found the words seemed to refuse to come into focus, no matter which angled she tried to view them form. Blinking several times, after a few moments Felicity managed to focus on a few of the squiggles on the page, and decided to fill in the rest from her memory.

"I already have a target in mind, one who should remain unnoticed but who is high ranking enough to have access to both Caden and Colette. She is also rather isolated, which should make it more difficult for others to detect your deception. Her father has been out of Luthadel for years, and shows no signs of returning, and her mother and closest friend within the house have been missing for the past year. Since the disappearance, she has kept mostly to herself, and the rest of the Hastings seem content to ignore her, even though her father is Lord Sheldon's first cousin."

Felicity paused, both to collect her thoughts before she proceeded, and to let her self enjoy the amusing mental image of the rebellious kandra impersonating a quiet and reserved 16 year old girl. It would be a shame to eliminate the girl. Felicity had known her mother, Darlene, personally, and well enough to have a few notions of where she had been hiding for the past year. Nonetheless, the girl's unique social situation would provide a rare opportunity to get an agent well integrated into one of Luthadel's greatest houses.

The details of Emilia's replacement, however, would have to wait. EruSaar's last assignment had already proven the difficulty of learning to impersonate a person from their corpse. There was just too much to gain by having one of her agents impersonate a member of a great house, and too much to lose should he be discovered, to leave anything to chance.

"Your target's name is Emilia Hasting, and I have all of the information I have managed to gather on her on file. However, given your recent difficulties," she paused again to give EruSaar another pointed glare, "and the sensitive nature of this assignment, I have arranged for you to first impersonate Clemence Brehaut, a minor nobleman of House Brehaut, and a cousin to Lord Sheldon's late wife."

Felicity switched folders again, but did not bother to exert her already tired eyes by trying to read. "Lord Clemence has been sent by Lord Brehaut to investigate the disappearance of his daughter, Lady Anabelle Brehaut, who was, until a year ago, a close friend of your target, Emilia Hasting. On his way to Luthadel, Lord Clemence became dissatisfied with his skaa steward, and I managed to ensure one of my agents was his replacement."

Felicity skipped over the fact that the original skaa steward had been killed, and that Lord Clemence's dissatisfaction was really the fault of her agent. "My agent has observed Lord Clemence on his journey to Luthadel, which he took care to prolong whenever possible. The body should be arriving tomorrow night, and when it does, my agent will act as your coach if you have any questions about things that are not in the file, and is prepared to help you navigate House Hasting. Lord Clemence has only arrived in Luthadel this past week, and has yet to make any close acquaintances, which means you should be able to avoid the difficulties you experienced with the Erikel assignment."

Felicity took off her spectacles, and pushed back her hood and hair to reveal her faded obligator tattoos and fixed EruSaar with a pointed stare while folding her hands delicately under her chin. "Your assignment, for now, is the impersonate Lord Clemence Brehaut while you get to know Emilia Hasting. Since Emilia was close with the cousin Lord Clemence is trying to locate, it will not look odd for you to take an interest in her, and perhaps you will be able to learn some useful tidbits about the Hastings while in her company. Then, once I feel we have gathered enough information, both about the situation in House Hasting, and about Emilia, we can begin implementing the next stage of the plan and replace her."

Raising an aged eyebrow, and trying to summon the essence of Lady Disdain that had so captivated and terrified Leon Chardain. "Well then, I think that will do for now. Do you have any questions?"

#10 EruSaar

  • Kandra

  • Age7th Generation

Posted 10 September 2013 - 01:35 PM

Emilia Hastings?
The name wasn't familiar. The file would be useful, but he was grateful for the opportunity to study her for himself, before attempting to replace her. He

"Nobles seem to be disappearing left, right and center..." He observed, as she read out more names. However, if he put on relaxed attitude, his mind was already focused on the target.
In order to replace Emilia, he would have to get close to her. And in order to do that, he would have to assume the role of a Lord Clemence Brehaut...

Again, the name of unfamiliar, but he held his tongue. He would read the file later. If he was being totally honest, the files his mistress had provided in the past, had been surprisingly accurate.
Though it was no substitute for a Kandra's eye for detail, he know of a dozen Kandra who had supposedly completed Contracts with much less. He recalled the telling of a contract some century earlier, where the Kandra in question had replaced a man, whom they had never heard speak.
The Kandra had simulated a throat infection for the week, and managed to complete the contract without uttering a syllable - the only price had been swallowing a stewards foul tasting medicine. The same phantom throat infection had also explained the lords sudden "Death" once the contract was completed.

Even so, Lord Brehaut was not the target. An impersonation in order prepare for another impersonation was excessive.

Yet Hastings were ruthless.

His mistress no longer had the backing of the Ministry, who's marks lay hidden under her hood. She was playing for high stakes.

He understood perfectly.

"I look forward to shedding the bones of this Noble when I get the chance. I suspect certain people still wish to question him over that brawl. Its difficult to be inconspicuous like that. This Lord Clemence seems a little more isolated. I should be able to act more freely then as a well know nobleman. Even as the less important "Lord Sebastian", he was quite well known. Clemence is a stranger in these parts." EruSaar said. He leafed through the file on Clemence, blinking with surprise at the detail.

"With that in mind, even limited only to this, I will be able to mimic Clemence well enough to get close to Emilia without arouse suspicious. Unless he has a few unknown, yet specific dietary habits..." EruSaar said, with a perfectly straight face. He would leave it up to his mistress to decide whether or not he was being impertinent with that comment. It was getting late, and he was beginning to feel the fatigue - having not yet truly recovered from the knife fight and resulting brawl from earlier. He tentatively touched the stab wound in his side. It was not entirely healed, but with a new body soon arriving, he didn't see the need to spend much more time regenerating it.

He nodded his head.

Impersonate Lord Clemence Brehaut.
Primary objective: Study, and prepare to impersonate Emilia Hastings. Then proceed to Secondary objectives.
Secondary objective: Observe and seek information upon, House Hastings. Specifically, on Colette, and Caden. The real targets of this entire plan.

When his mistress threw back her hood, revealing the tattoos wreathing a set of piercing eyes, EruSaar almost flinched, but held himself ridged for a moment. He checked himself, chiding himself for forgetting that this old woman was a manipulative force to be reckoned with. He kept his voice steady, trying not to show emotion.
Was he intimidated by this old woman?
Certainly not!

He would, however, be an idiot to dismiss her as completely harmless.

In a sense, it was good that she reveled in reminding him whenever she could. He shivered, and told himself that it was simply the cold of the night and the lateness of the hour.

Clement, Emilia, layer upon layer of schemes and plots, just to get near them... and to seize control of the Succession. EruSaar had to smile. He may well be only a slave to the will of the Contract in this affair, but he had to admire the intricacies of the plot. They had a certain elegance to it.

"I understand mistress." He said, with a sly grin. "We have a contract. I need not remind you what that means to a Kandra. I shall not fail you in this matter." He said. Rising from his seat, he nodded his head. With plans laid, and preparations made, there was little to add until the body of his personae arrived.

"If that will be all mistress, I wish you a good night." He said.

True, the last mission had gone... peculiarly. But in a twisted, roundabout way, everything had resolved itself. He was sure he would have no problems this time.

What could possibly go wrong?

#11 Felicity Arduenna

  • Mother Ashes

House Raisaal
  • AgeOld

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 13 September 2013 - 12:29 AM

Felicity watched the kandra go, not sure what to think about him. He's not ready, she thought, I'm not ready. This plan was nothing compared to some of what she had accomplished while working for the ministry, but trifling with a great house was no small matter for a woman working on her own. All the same, Felicity didn't feel she had any choice. If she was going to make a difference and keep Luthadel from destroying itself, she needed to act now, before her time was up and the glorious network she had spent her life building collapsed into chaos.

I need an heir. There was no denying, if she wanted to leave some of her legacy behind her, she would need someone competent, dedicated, and principled enough to take over her work after she was gone. Viridian Demesne had promise, but Felicity worried about her ability to care for others enough to pursue the better good of the city. The enigmatic Cassi on the other hand seemed astute enough, but her mysterious past currently held far too many secrets for Felicity to place her trust in her. My house is gone, and many of my colleagues are dead as well. Who do I have left in this world besides my kandra? She had once, briefly, considered ordering one of her kandra to take her place when she was gone, and continue her work. BarLuun would have been perfect for the job of course, but he had pointed out the fact that, as soon as she died, all of her kandra would have to return to the homeland for reassignment.

One of Chunky's more insistent gurgles broke through her muddled thoughts. "You'll miss me," she whispered to the beast, not quite remembering where she had left it.

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