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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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In Topic: Wants & Wares

02 July 2018 - 02:21 AM

Ollie really enjoyed walking through the busy market. Even if the many noises around the place could be bothersome for his tin-enhanced ears, being surrounded by so many people, yet never really noticed, was comforting. He wore simple clothing; a pair of trousers and a shirt, and a cloak to cover him from the ash -but mostly to keep his missing arm hidden-. His clothes were slightly stained with soot, but he didn’t care too much about that. After all, it was normal for a skaa.

“Ollie, my friend! Still wearing that ol’ shirt, ain’t ya?” Ollie turned as he heard Graff’s raspy voice. The man, who would’ve been in his forties, was standing beside a basket full of clothes. Most of them had obviously been already used, but they were still in good shape.

“Graff, old friend,” Ollie said, nodding toward the man. “It’s a good shirt. I’ll have to come back for more clothes for everyone else… some other day.” He didn’t have the money to do it today, but he honestly wanted to buy new clothes for everyone at the tenement.

“Well, hurry then. Wouldn’t like ya to miss some of my finest products!”

“Of course, Graff,” Ollie responded, looking to the side as another vendor started shouting.

“Grab a bite! Bay wraps!”

Ollie winced slightly as he heard the shout, and turned off his tin for a short moment. “I promise I’ll be back soon,” he told Graff, watching as a boy approached the vendor to buy a pair of bay wraps. Ollie was feeling a bit hungry himself, though he didn’t have much coin at the moment to waste on something like that. “I need to get some new clothes for the kids, and-”

He froze in place.

That’s not a boy.

The cap had fooled him for a moment, but that hair… Ollie flared tin, ignoring the sudden increase in volume as he heard the voices around him get louder. Dark brown hair fell from the front of the cap, covering the figure’s right eye.

It can’t be…

Kess turned to the side, giving one of the bay wraps to the girl beside her, and Ollie caught a glimpse of that beautiful green eye. The one he’d been hoping to see again for the last ten years. He felt his heart shattering once again, the pieces he had worked so long to put together falling apart once again. He started to talk toward her, trying not to lose Kess amidst the crowd. He heard Graff shouting something to him, but didn’t care about it. All he cared about was Kess.

It was hard not to lose her, with all the people around them. Even flaring his tin, the movement and the noise were disorienting. So he flared even more. He felt the warmth in his stomach, in contrast to the sharp coldness he felt in his chest from having seen the woman who had abandoned him so long ago. He should’ve been furious. He should’ve hated her.

Yet, he had been waiting to see her again for ten years.

Ollie had tried so hard to find Kess. He had spoken to many people, even criminals, just to get hints on her whereabouts. He had learned she now worked for Datura’s crew, but that hadn’t been enough. He still wanted to see her, talk to her. Kiss her. Do that which he should’ve done ten years ago, when she had left the tenement. Now he had a chance.

And so, even without realizing it, he screamed her name.

In Topic: Arrival at Fellise

23 June 2018 - 06:25 PM

“Thanks, Veeras,” Elliott said. “It hasn’t been even a day, and I’m already grateful for your presence here. I hope I’m not offending you, but I hadn’t expected to hear so many wise things from you.” He looked down, remembering the day when Darius had convinced their father to send Elliott instead of him, and how Veeras had agreed with that decision.

For the first time since their arrival, Elliott realized how tired he was. Avril’s unexpected visit, followed by all the mistery surrounding her, had kept his mind occupied. Now, even though he was still worried about her, his exhaustion came back to him. “I’m going to rest for a moment. Please, don’t let me sleep for too long. I want to take a walk around the place after I sleep.” He started to walk toward his bedroom, but then hesitated, turning around one more time. “Thank you, again. You’ve been really helpful, Veeras. I’m glad you came here with me.”

In Topic: Arrival at Fellise

14 June 2018 - 01:30 AM

Veeras's words were wise. Again. Lord Ruler, Elliott thought, looking at the Terrisman. Who are you, Veeras? The silent, respectful man had been his father’s steward for years, and Astor trusted him greatly. However, none of the Faarskar siblings had really paid attention to him, since he was often so quiet around them they would simply forget he was there.

Elliott was concerned about Avril. The young lady was so interesting in many different ways, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know about the darkness behind her eyes. However, if there was something wrong with her, he wanted to know it. The most important lesson his father had ever taught to everyone in the family was that everyone deserved to be happy. For this reason, Elliott found himself compelled to help Avril.

The way Avril had lowered her eyes after the arrival of Lord Jasper and her younger brother still bothered Elliott. However…

“The boy”, he found himself saying. He thought of the youngest member of House Sorelle, grinning as he saw Avril. “Maybe after her mother’s death, Avril had to take care of him, filling in the place her mother had left, even though she was still too young. That would leave Jasper to teach him how to show power. He’d teach him the tough part of being a nobleman”. Elliott thought of his brother as he said that. Darius was really kind, but he could be awfully straightforward when speaking about tough matters. He could show incredible strength, but at the same time he was one of the nicest men Elliott had ever known. Darius had always said that Elliott was the charming one, but the young nobleman would’ve given anything to be as versatile as his brother. He had never found the inner strength to be as imposing as the heir to House Faarskar.

This isn’t about you, Elliott.

“Maybe that’s why Avril reacted like that,” Elliott said, looking at Veeras. “She was having a good time, enjoying something he hadn’t done for years, and all the sudden she saw them”. Elliott’s voice reflected his sadness as the young nobleman thought of the idea. Maybe he hadn’t ruined her mood by joining her song. Maybe he had made an even bigger mistake by reminding her of who she had once been, and how she had seen herself forced to leave herself behind to replace her mother. “I… I need to know if I’m right. Veeras, please, try to find out as much as you can about her.” He hesitated for a moment. “And try to find out how old her brother is, and how long has her mother been dead. It may help me understand her. For now, I’ll do as you said. If she needs a friend, she’s found one”. A part of him seemed to disagree. What would Darius say? He was trying to help a noblewoman he barely knew, whose father wasn’t to be trusted, according to Elliott’s dad. But still, he felt like this was the right thing.

In Topic: Arrival at Fellise

03 June 2018 - 08:00 PM

Elliott couldn’t avoid being concerned. Avril seemed like a kind, innocent noblewoman, even considering whatever it was she was hiding. And she was hiding something. Elliott was sure of that.

Jasper Sorelle, however, made everything worse. Veeras’s words were true; he did seem like a normal nobleman. But the way Avril had spoken when she saw him, the way she had looked down…

And the soft rhythm of pewter.

“There's something going on with Avril, Veeras”, Elliott said absently. “I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been burning bronze”. He took a second to think of each time the noble lady had burned pewter that day. His arrival had been the first moment, but he couldn’t know for certain if she had been tired, trying to improve her equilibrium, or what.

Every other moment, save for Jasper’s arrival, had been whenever Elliott had asked her something related with music, or when she had thought of her mother. According to what she had shared with him, it was all related.

“Every time she got sad, she started burning pewter softly”, Elliott said. “When she spoke of her mother and her memories of dancing with Lord Jasper, I thought she was just trying to overcome the sadness”. It was a really interesting idea. Elliott had never seen Darius burn pewter that way, but of course, their lives had been happy. Could pewter be helping Avril take a better hold of her own feelings, as if she was Rioting or Soothing herself somehow? Or was it just the familiar warmth of Allomancy that made her feel better? Maybe it was something entirely different.

“When Jasper arrived, however,” Elliott continued, “she lowered her eyes and started burning pewter again, just like before. The way she talked changed quickly as well. I thought maybe Jasper was using emotional Allomancy on her, but she was the only one burning metals in the room aside from me”. He hesitated, and looked down. “I… I don’t really know. Maybe I’m trying to see more than there really is, but a part of me tells me there’s something else going on”.

In Topic: Arrival at Fellise

02 June 2018 - 05:39 PM

Elliott wasn’t expecting Lord Sorelle’s arrival. The head of House Sorelle was just what his father had said; he seemed to be a kind nobleman, but there was definitely something else hiding behind that smile. The way Avril lowered her eyes, how her attitude changed when she saw him. There was something strange going on with that family. Elliott thought maybe Jasper was using Emotional Allomancy on her, but the only pulses he heard came from Avril herself. She was burning pewter once again. Just like each time he had made her feel depressed.

Jasper Sorelle didn’t seem to give much importance to Elliott. Yes, he spoke kindly and respectfully, but he seemed to have paid much more attention to his daughter and her apparent disobedience. Of course, Elliott couldn’t blame him. After all, he wasn’t as important as his brother. Lord Sorelle was probably just trying to cause a good first impression; Elliott’s father had probably shown the Lord how little he trusted him. He could be quite harsh sometimes.

As the Sorelles left, Elliott sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before standing up and leaving the room. He found Veeras standing at the door, looking at the nobles leaving the manor.

“Father was right, Veeras”, he said after they left, still looking in the direction they had gone. “There’s something wrong with Lord Sorelle. Same goes for Avril, I’m afraid”.