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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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Lucien Faarskar

18 September 2018 - 03:55 AM

High Prelan of the Canton of Finance

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Name: Lucien Faarskar
Type: Obligator
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Mantiz, Western Dominance
Occupation: High prelan of the Canton of Finance
Relationship Status: Single

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Lucien cares deeply about showing how a true nobleman should be. The tall obligator is always serious, almost glaring at everyone else. He walks firmly, with an air of confidence that tries to show the others that, no matter their rank, they’ll always be inferior. His posture is impecable; he never slouches, not even in private.

Lucien keeps his clothes as clean as possible, and his head clean shaven, a sign -supported by the typical eye tattoos- of his role as an obligator. Standing at 6.1, and mostly thanks to his attitude, the tall obligator seems to tower over other noblemen, even with his slim, almost scrawny build.

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Lucien is an insecure man. During his childhood and adolescence, he was the shadow of his brother Astor, even if he was the better nobleman of the two. Astor was sensitive, generous. Weak. Lucien was the perfect aristocrat, but their father still chose Astor as his heir. The Final Empire, however, gave him a last chance to prove himself; the Steel Ministry.

Now, Lucien shows himself as a confident, powerful man. He has a cold, harsh attitude towards everyone else, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. On the inside, however, he’s still pretty insecure, and resents his brother for taking the leadership of House Faarskar from him. He’s intent to show everyone else that he is the true nobleman, the one who truly deserved to be the head of the House.

Lucien's attitude toward the skaa is awful. Of course, those beasts only exist to serve the nobility, and so he shouldn't really care about them to begin with, but House Faarskar has always been kind to its servants, more proof of their weakness. For this reason, Lucien is extra-harsh toward those beings.

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Special Skills: Manipulating, reading, accounting.

Strengths: Lucien is a true nobleman. Other obligators respect him, and some people even fear him for his apparent lack of emotions. His devotion to the Final Empire and his skills in accounting have quickly earned him a special place as the high prelan of the Canton of Finance.

Lucien is cold and manipulative. His position at the Canton of Finance and his presence at the many balls in Luthadel give him a lot of useful information about other noblemen, that he can use whenever he needs to.

Weaknesses: House Faarskar. Lucien still hates his brother Astor, and thinks that none of the Faarskar children will be able properly lead it. Darius may become a good head of the House eventually, but Lucien is sure that won’t happen without his aid.

Lucien feels guilty for abandoning House Faarskar, though he doesn't want to admit it. He'd rather blame his brother's weakness instead of his own cold ambition. He just wanted to bring power to his house, and now, he'll never be able to do it. For this reason, he seeks more and more power permanently. Even being the high prelan of the Canton of Finance isn't enough for him.

Lucien isn’t good at socializing. His harsh attitude tends to make people around him uncomfortable. Some people have even compared his cold stare to that of a Steel Inquisitor.

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Lucien Faarskar was born in Mantiz in the year 980, the youngest of the two Faarskar children. His brother Astor, born 5 years before Lucien, was the heir to the House. From the very beginning, the relationship between the two was very good. Their parents were kind and supportive, and so the Faarskar kids grew up in a warm environment.

Lucien proved to be the better nobleman of the two, even at the age of 6. It was at that age that the Faarskar children had to start studying, and Lucien did really well. His passion for the doctrine of the Final Empire was incredible, and he showed a natural talent for maths. Astor, who was 11 at that time, wasn’t bad at mathematics, though he wasn’t nearly as good as his younger brother, and so, he often asked Lucien for help. When they weren’t studying, they would go outside and play together, or read books in their father’s study.

Astor Snapped at the age of 12, barely a few days before Lucien turned 7. The young kid saw the joy in his parents’s eyes as they realized that the heir to House Faarskar was a Pewterarm. Lucien couldn’t help feeling a bit envious as he saw that, even if he knew that moment would come for him as well in a few years.

Except it didn’t.

Lucien got brutally beaten at the age of 11, but didn’t Snap. His parents didn’t care, but he didn’t see that. Astor even stopped using Allomancy in front of him to avoid making him feel bad. Lucien still felt useless. Astor was the powerful one. Astor was the heir to the House, the Allomancer, the perfect nobleman. Lucien was suddenly unimportant.

Even from his bed, while still recovering from the beating, Lucien started studying harder than ever. His brother was the charismatic one, the powerful one. But he had to be important somehow, and books were what gave him an edge.

Astor tried very hard to maintain his relationship with Lucien, but he just couldn’t see his brother without feeling inferior. So, slowly, he found himself being driven away from the loving family that had always cared for him. He started to read in solitude, studying more and more, just to feel, at least for a moment, that he wasn’t useless. And it was there, in the doctrine taught by the Steel Ministry, that he found the truth.

House Faarskar was weak. Yes, they had money and stability, but they didn’t have any contracts outside the Western Dominance. For a House to be powerful, it needed to move across the entire Final Empire. And the best way to do that, was to go to Luthadel, the capital of the Final Empire. And so, at the age of 18, Lucien decided to go.

Except his parents sent Astor as well.

Astor fit in well into the Luthadel society. His charisma earned him a special place among the other nobles, and he even fell in love with a gorgeous young noblewoman called Annelle. Lucien, on the other side, didn’t fit in as well. He was incredible at doing business, but socializing was just too hard for him. His constant seriousness made some people uncomfortable, and so Lucien found himself forced to work together with his brother. However, by doing so, he felt more and more useless. That was, at least, until he discovered his true vocation.

House Faarskar was weak, but that wouldn’t change. Not with his stupid brother in charge. Even if his charisma was good for relationships, Astor’s emotions made him easy to manipulate. Lucien would never bring House Faarskar to glory. However, there was a way to give himself a measure of strength, a more important role in the Final Empire. He’d never be the head of the House, but he could be something even more important.

Lucien Faarskar decided to become an obligator.

“You what?”

“I'm joining the Ministry,” Lucien said. The young nobleman, barely 19 years old, was packing his things, getting ready to begin training in Austrex.

“But what about us? About our family?” Astor couldn’t believe it. A mixture of surprise, disappointment, and anger shined in his eyes. Always so emotional, brother.

“You disappear for two weeks without saying a word, then come back saying this? We were supposed to go back together! And now you tell me you’re leaving us?”

“I’m sick of being unimportant, Astor.” Lucien’s voice was cold, even more than usual.

“You’re important to us! You’re a member of-”


Lucien’s voice echoed across the hotel room where they were staying, and silence reigned for a moment. The next time Lucien spoke, his voice came out broken. “You’re the heir to House Faarskar. But you’re weak. You’ll ruin them, just like our father. I’ll serve the Empire, and give this family the power it deserves.”

"You just quit your family!" The words made Lucien's stomach twist, but he showed no reaction. He just turned to meet his brother's eyes.

Both men paused for a moment, simply staring at each other. Astor’s voice broke the silence. It sounded cold, with just a hint of disappointment in it. “You’re abandoning us just for the power. We love you, we care about you, and you-”

“I don’t care about that!” For the first time, Lucien’s voice carried more emotion than his brother’s. Negative emotions. “We need to keep our power, that’s why we came to Luthadel. We need to maintain our stability. And I will ensure that.”

Astor just looked down, ignoring the tears that formed in his eyes and rolled down onto his nose before falling to the wooden floor.

“Keep your power. We don’t need it.” Astor met Lucien’s eyes, with a look so fierce that made Lucien flinch. “We never needed anything but our family. And if you think otherwise, then you’re not my brother anymore. I lost him to this city.”

Astor turned and went out the door, slamming it closed behind him, leaving Lucien alone with his thoughts. They had loved him. They had cared about him. But they had also been weak. This last moment, his brother’s words, the tears on the floorboards in front of him, were proof of it. And so, ignoring his own tears, Lucien walked out the door, moving toward the carriage that waited for him there. He didn’t look back to see his brother slowly walking away.

Lucien proved to be incredible at his job. His dedication to the Final Empire, along with his skills and knowledge, quickly made him important among the other obligators, and by the age of 28 he became the new high prelan of the Canton of Finance. He’s been there since then, controlling the noblemen, working to keep the glory of the Final Empire.

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Lucien Faarskar woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. He opened his eyes slowly and looked to his right, where Lia, his skaa mistress for the night, was laying in bed half asleep, her slender naked body only covered by a thick blanket.

Lucien elbowed the girl harshly. “Make yourself useful. There’s someone at the door.”

The girl woke up, ignoring the hits, and slowly walked to the entryway. She opened the door, apparently unashamed for her nudity. Lucien simply watched from the bed, enjoying the sight while the young whore spoke to whoever was at the other side of the door. After a moment, she closed the door and came back, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

“It was a messenger,” she said, her voice still a bit drousy. Lucien had a few spies around Luthadel and its outskirts. It was probably one of those. Hopefully it’s…

“It’s about Darius Faarskar,” said Lia, confirming his suspicions. Darius Faarskar, Astor’s son and heir to the House, was coming to Fellise, and Lucien had sent his best spy to gather information about it.

“So?” he asked, trying to mask his anxiety. He resented his brother greatly, and thought House Faarskar was hopeless. However, Darius had a reputation for being colder than the other members of the house. Maybe he would be better than his father, with the right influence.

“He’s not coming to Luthadel. His brother Elliott was sent instead.”

Lucien paused. After a brief moment, he spoke again, almost managing to avoid the annoyance in his voice from showing. “Elliott.” The musician. That boy is even weaker than his father! How did he get sent instead of his brother?

Memories of the past came to his mind. Astor and Lucien, coming together to Luthadel. Lucien joining the obligators. And Astor, the weak heir to House Faarskar, kicking him out of his own family. At that moment, for once in his life, Lucien had felt weaker than his useless brother. The better nobleman had felt like a worse person. And for that, he had never forgiven himself. He was the strong one. The perfect nobleman. Powerful. Imposing. Calculative. He deserved to lead House Faarskar. He deserved to bring glory to his family.

He deserved to feel like he was worth something.

Lucien turned toward Lia, who was still sitting in bed, looking at him. He felt the need rising within him, an urge to feel in control. He grabbed the girl tightly by the arm and pulled her onto the bed, quickly spinning and positioning himself on top of her. He caught the glimpse of a sly smile in her face, and he smiled as well. An eerie smile. A terrifying smile.

He was in control.

He was powerful.

He was the perfect nobleman.


26 April 2018 - 04:15 AM

Young Elliott Faarskar slowly moved towards the railing, trailed by his sister Freya. The sound called them, driving them toward the event below, where their parents were. They finally got a clear view of their father, watching carefully from above to make sure no one spotted them.

Lord Astor Faarskar was sitting next to his wife Annelle, who looked at the other noblemen. Music echoed through the main hall of their manor in Mantiz, where nobles had gathered for a ball. Elliott and Freya loved watching these events; they had been sneaking into them whenever they could since he was five. It was the music, as well as those nobles dancing to it. The way they looked, the way they danced, how a simple rhythm could make everyone follow it. It was magical.

“It’s happening!” Freya said as Astor stood from his chair. He turned toward Annelle with a grin on his face and extended his right hand.

No words were needed. The gorgeous noblewoman smiled back at him, taking his hand and standing up in a swift, graceful movement, making her gown wave softly as she got closer to him. She put her other hand on his shoulder, and together they danced their way toward the centre of the room. Some nobles moved to the side, making way for them to pass. Others simply watched as the couple spun elegantly, slowly approaching their destination.

Elliott watched the show quietly from upstairs, his eyes glimmering at the sight of such elegance. It truly was magical. His parents had gotten to the centre of the magnificent hall without ever breaking eye contact, giving the nobility an incredible show. Annelle took a wrong step, almost stepping over Astor, but he held her stronger and quickly helped her regain her equilibrium. Nobody except for Elliott seemed to have seen that, and the couple started laughing as they kept moving across the room. He looked to the side, where his sister sat completely dazed by the sight of her parents dancing together. She had always loved to dance, just like him. Maybe even more.

As the music stopped, Astor and Annelle closed their eyes for a moment, and the nobles around them started to applaud softly. Lord Faarskar waited for the noise to calm down before speaking.

“Thank you all again for coming today”, Astor said in a firm, yet kind tone. His voice filled the room, and the nobles quieted down to listen to his speech. Elliott, however, wasn’t interested in his words. He had come to see his father dancing. Now it was time to go back.

“Well,” he said, turning toward his sister. “Time to go”.

The girl looked at him, then back down to where their parents stood in the hall. “Do we have to go? Can’t we just stay here, watching for a moment? They’re going to dance again, I’m sure”.

“You know we shouldn’t be here. Come on, we can see them dance again in the next ball”. Truth was, he didn't want to leave either.

She lowered her eyes, the smile on her face disappearing. No, please, Elliott thought. She always looked like that when they had to go. He hated that sad look, and hated himself more for causing it. But father said…

The speech ended quickly, and music started again as the nobles clapped once again. Elliott looked down, and was surprised to see his parents walking back to their chairs, smiling. He turned to look at Freya, and -as he had expected- saw the disappointment in her face. No more dancing, at least for a moment.

“Ok”, she said softly. “Let’s go”.

Lord Ruler…

Elliott stood nervously and held his hand toward his sister. Freya looked at him, and he forced a grin, mimicking what his father had done just a moment ago. After a short moment, she smiled, took his hand, and stood up, placing her other hand on his shoulder.

None of the kids had ever danced before. Yes, Elliott used to practice a bit by himself when nobody else was looking, but he had never danced with somebody else. They tried to follow the rhythm, dancing clumsily alongside the railing. Their steps were far from perfect, but Elliott and Freya didn’t care. They just kept dancing with a smile on their faces, even when one of them stepped over the other.

As they spun, Elliott glanced down toward where his parents were sitting. He froze for a second, causing Freya to almost trip and fall, as he saw his father.

He was looking at him.

At first, Elliott thought he was going to get lectured for sneaking into a ball with his sister. However, Astor just smiled. The smile slowly became a full grin, and he nodded toward his son. Elliott stood there for what felt like an eternity, looking at the smile on his father, the light in his eyes, before focusing his attention on Freya once again and resuming their dance. He was sure of something. Music wasn’t magic.

It was so much more.

Arrival at Fellise

03 April 2018 - 02:50 AM

Elliott Faarskar hummed a song as he looked outside the window. Finally, after the long trip, the carriage had arrived at Fellise.

The carriage slowly pulled to a stop in front of House Faarskar's new manor. The square building wasn't huge, but it was really nice; the stone walls were simple, but the tall, wooden door at the front had some beautiful carvings in it. The manor was surrounded by a small garden, and there was a beautiful fence around the perimeter, made of silver and wood.

Elliott jumped out of the carriage smiling as he looked at the manor. Veeras, the Terris steward, got out and walked beside the nobleman, looking around as the skaa servants started taking the luggage into the manor. The emotion of having finally arrived almost got Elliott to miss the soft Allomantic pulses coming from a young noblewoman who was standing next to the entrance.

"Ah, that must be Lady Avril Sorelle, the daughter of Lord Jasper", Veeras said. "She must have come here to welcome you, my Lord".

Elliott looked at the young lady; her light blue eyes were quite pretty. He tapped the silver clip on his vest to the beat of her Allomancy. The trip had been quite boring, with no Allomancers nearby to give him rhythms to listen to. Finally hearing Allomantic pulses again made his arrival even better. He imagined the balls, with lots of noblemen dancing, music playing, Allomancy pulsing all around the place... Yes, this would be a nice experience.

Elliott breathed in softly and started to walk toward the young lady, still smiling. "Hello", he said in a soft, yet confident voice. "You must be Lady Sorelle. I'm Elliott Faarskar".

House Faarskar

14 January 2018 - 09:53 PM

Major/High House

Player Leadership Information
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Contact: Tereré (with lemonade, of course!)
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General Information
House Name: Faarskar
Classification: Major/High House
Colors: Blue and silver.
Socioeconomic Rating: 6.2
General Description: House Faarskar is a powerful noble house from Mantiz, in the Western Dominance. Their position in the middle of the mountains has given them a huge advantage when it comes to mining gems, gold and silver. Thanks to this, their main production is jewelry, silverware and other decorative products.
Astor Faarskar, the current head of the House, is not like his predecessors; while they made the house become powerful quickly by risking a lot of resources, Astor prefers to play safe. Even though he wants to make House Faarskar grow more powerful, he cares too much about his family to take big risks. However, he has decided to purchase a small manor in Fellise and send his son Elliott there, in hopes of getting new allies.

Character Information
Head: Astor Faarskar
Heir: Darius Faarskar
Player Members:
-Lucien Faarskar
-Elliott Faarskar
- Astor Faarskar, head of the House.
- Annelle Faarskar, Astor's wife.
- Darius Faarskar, heir to the House.
- Freya Faarskar, youngest of the Faarskar siblings.

Home & Wealth
Current Location: Mantiz, Western Dominance, though they also have a new manor in Fellise.
Ancestral Home: Mantiz, Western Dominance.
Financial Avenue: A wide variety of products made with gems, silver and gold, like silverware and expensive decorations.

-House Fathvell – [Friendly] – House Faarskar's proximity to the Southern Dominance and Islands gives them a big advantage for trading with House Fathvell.
-House Elariel– [Neutral]
-House Deveaux– [Negative] – Both houses work with metals, and though there hasn't been tension between them before, Astor Faarskar's latest moves -purchasing a manor in Fellise and sending his son to forge new alliances- has made them become a potential competitor in Deveaux's eyes.
-House Sureau– [Positive] – Any enemy of House Deveaux is an ally of Sureau. Though there's no real rivalry between Faarskar and Deveaux -at least for now-, the tension between the two houses has made Sureau see Faarskar as a potential ally.

-House Zerrung– [Negative] – Since both houses come from the Western Dominance and deal in metalworks, there has always been some tension between them.
-House Devinshae– [Positive] – Although the two houses share a trading contract, there is still not much of a relationship between them.
-House D'Orsay– [Friendly] – House D'Orsay has been transporting resources for Faarskar for quite some time, and Astor trusts them to be loyal.
-House Sorelle– [Neutral] – Astor doesn't trust Jasper Sorelle, but considers dealing with him much safer than dealing with House Sureau and its many enemies. When Astor hired House Sorelle to build the manor, he sent two of his own skaa to the building site as spies.

Fathvell: House Faarskar buys wine and rum from the Fathvells, and in exchange gives them a small discount on jewelry, decorations and tableware.
Devinshae: House Faarskar sells tableware and decorative items to House Devinshae for their many hotels across the Final Empire.
D'Orsay: House D'Orsay's many stables provide Faarskar with the means of transportation required for their deals. However, they have also been paid a little extra money during the building of the new manor in Fellise to report anything weird they might notice about House Merrick.
Sorelle: House Sorelle was hired to build House Faarskar's new manor in Fellise. Of course, Astor himself provided ornaments and other decorations for it.

Elliott Faarskar

10 January 2018 - 09:47 PM

Noble Misting

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Name/Handle: Martín / Daydam
Contact: Prepare some mate and I'll find you.

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Name: Elliott Faarskar
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Mantiz, Western Dominance
Occupation: Musician
Relationship Status: Single

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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Bronze
Degree of Skill: Advanced (Savant)
Status: Known

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Elliott Faarskar is slim and youthful. Standing at 6.1 feet tall, with a medium nose and greyish brown eyes, he has no distinguishing features. His light brown hair, though somewhat rebellious, is always combed, and he tries his best to be well dressed all the time. He tends to wear dark blue vests, and puts a small silver clip on them, as some kind of family emblem. Elliott has tried to grow a beard, like his brother Darius, but he hasn’t been able to get it to grow properly, so he instead has just a slight stubble.

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Elliott Faarskar is an enthusiastic, charming young nobleman. He’s very kind and smiles all the time, trying his best to cause a good impression on absolutely everyone. Just like the other noblemen in his family, he is very loyal, and doesn’t care about showing his emotions. However, he’s a pretty good actor, and can hide his feelings very well whenever he wants to. This certainly comes in handy, since he’s very sensitive.
Elliott loves being the center of attention; seeing people’s reaction to his charming attitude makes him feel confident. Being the younger brother of a full Mistborn has always made him feel less valuable, though his relationship with Darius -and everyone in his family- is really good. They have always made him feel unique, but he’d really like to be more like his brother, and that’s his biggest insecurity.

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Special Skills: Acting, dancing, playing the violin, fighting

Strengths: Elliott is most passionate about music. He is an incredible dancer, and he uses that skill -as well as his skills as a violinist- to impress noblewomen whenever he can. However, he can get easily distracted, and often starts dancing to the rhythm of allomantic pulses instead of simply following the music. He is an incredible Seeker, and has a name for each metal’s pulsing signature, like the ‘Rioter’s March’ for zinc, or his personal favorite, the ‘Ballad of Bronze’.

Weaknesses: Elliott gets distracted easily, especially when he detects someone else’s Allomancy. He starts ‘listening’ to the pulses, feeling their rhythm, following it, and completely forgets what he was doing.
Elliot is very sensitive, and gets attached to others easily, which makes betrayal and rejection really painful for him.
He’s not his brother. He feels he’s not as smart, not as powerful, and not as useful to his house as Darius is. Whenever people compare Elliott to his brother, his confidence gets instantly destroyed.

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Elliott Faarskar was born in 900, son of Lord Astor Faarskar and his wife Annelle. His older brother, Darius, was already 6 years old at the time. On the next year, his sister Freya was born. Elliott grew up in a loving family; both his parents and his brother were very kind to him and smiled all the time. It wasn’t a tough life; House Faarskar was one of the most powerful noble houses in Mantiz, with a beautiful Keep where Darius and Elliott could do whatever they wanted.

Astor was a serious man, but that didn’t make him less kind towards his family. Yes, tough decisions had to be made sometimes, but he always said the most important thing was being happy. As a result, Darius and Elliott were encouraged to be whatever they wanted to be. Darius, being heir to the House, grew very interested on trading and economics. Elliott, on the other side, had an incredible passion and talent for music; ever since the first ball he had seen in Keep Faarskar when he was five, he had fallen in love with the sound of the instruments and the way people danced following the rhythm. He wasn’t really supposed to be at the ball -after all, he was still just a kid-, but he and his siblings had managed to sneak into it for a while to see what it was like.

Elliott was six when his brother Snapped. The kid wasn’t allowed to see the beating; Astor didn’t want his kids to see such brutality until it became time for them to suffer the same. So, Elliott and Freya stayed together at the boy’s room.

“Do you think he’ll be a Coinshot?” Freya loved the idea of soaring through the skies, and hoped to become a Coinshot herself someday.

“Maybe. Maybe he’ll be a Pewterarm like dad. I don’t really know how it works, I just hope we all get to be Allomancers.”

He wasn’t a Coinshot. Or a Pewterarm.

Darius was a Mistborn.

There was a Mistborn in the family. Elliott loved the idea. He thought that maybe, just maybe, if his brother was a Mistborn then so would he and Freya. He wanted to Snap as soon as he could to train with his brother, but Astor told him he would have to wait for a few years. So, Elliott waited, studying violin when he could and often playing with Freya and Darius, though his older brother started to have less and less spare time, since he had started studying and training during the afternoon. Years passed, and by the time Elliott was twelve it finally became time for him to Snap.

He instantly understood why his father hadn’t let him and Freya see the beatings. It was brutal. The pain was terrible, and Elliott’s screams resonated through the room. But the most painful thing was seeing his father just standing there, unable to do anything. Astor himself couldn’t stand the sight of a son being beaten. As soon as the beating stopped, the big nobleman moved toward the child with incredible speed and took him to his bedroom to recover. The last thing Elliott felt before falling unconscious was a cold liquid flowing down his throat, a warmth in his stomach, and a pulse, like a fast-paced rhythm for a melody that hadn’t yet started, coming from his father.

“Hey, little man.” The voice woke Elliott up. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Darius, now eighteen years old, standing at the side of his bed, with a smile on his face.

“Hey. Why aren’t you studying?”

“Why aren’t you playing the violin or running around with your sister?”

Elliott tried to chuckle, but the pain interrupted him. “I… I’m a Seeker.”

“Yes. Congratulations, you’re an Allomancer!”

“But…” Tears started forming in Elliott’s eyes, partially from the pain, but mostly from the fact that he suddenly felt inferior. ”But I’m no Mistborn. I’m not even a Coinshot, or a Pewterarm. I’m-”

“You’re Elliott Faarskar, my little brother, a good musician and an Allomancer. Plus, you’ve got far more charisma than I do. I get nervous in every ball, you know? Meanwhile, you get everyone’s attention with no effort, and always impress everybody.”

Elliott opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t find any words.

“You’re a Seeker. Yes, you’re not super strong, and you won’t be able to soar through the skies as if you were flying. But you don’t need that. You are what you make of yourself.” Darius leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, his smile broadening. “Listen. Dad wanted to wait a couple days until you got better, but… take this,” he said, pulling a small vial out of his pocket. “Burn it, get used to the sensation. And Elliott... enjoy it. You are unique. Now you’ll be even more so.”

Elliott wiped his tears clumsily with his left hand and took the vial, trying to smile back at his brother. You are what you make of yourself. He drank the contents of the vial and waited, suddenly feeling the power surge within him. He reached in and started burning bronze, the warmth in his stomach feeling recomfortating. A slow pulse came from his brother. It was somehow different than the one he had felt coming from his father. He looked at his brother, a new idea coming to him.

“It’s like music.”

Darius frowned. “What?”

“It’s a pattern, just like the rhythm for a melody.”

His older brother smiled again. “There you go, then! A musician with a power related to music. See? It’s perfect for you, Elliott.”

Elliott looked down, frowning. “Darius?”

“Yes, little brother?”

“Can you… can you stay for a moment? I’d like to see what I can do. You can burn every metal, so maybe I can practice with you.”

Darius looked toward the door for a second, then turned back, grinning. “Well, I don’t think dad will mind. Here we go!”

From that moment on, Elliott started training with Darius almost every night, making him burn different metals each time to learn the differences between each one. He still felt like he was less than his brother, and seeing him burn all the different metals made him feel almost useless, but now he knew that being a Seeker was not a bad thing, especially for a musician such as himself. He decided to keep burning his bronze almost all the time, however, to try to see how far he could take his powers.

The year after Elliott Snapped, it was time for his sister Freya. Unfortunately, she wasn’t an Allomancer. At first, the girl was very sad; she wouldn’t be able to Push herself through the air across Mantiz like Darius did. However, talking to Elliott seemed to really help her, and she quickly recovered her confidence. Elliott was sure she felt more confidence than he did.

Years passed, and Elliott never stopped burning bronze. He even asked Darius to avoid burning copper during meetings with other noble houses, so that he could test his skills by sensing other people’s Allomancy. By the time Elliott was seventeen, he could easily detect what metal was being burned, if it was being flared, and even if the Allomancer was running low on it. He had been right. It was music. Sometimes, he would even get lost to the rhythm of the pulses and start dancing to it or playing a melody on the violin following that metal’s allomantic pattern. He had a name for each metal’s signature, such as the ‘Soothing lullaby’ or the ‘Warrior’s reprise’.

Emotional Allomancy was incredible for the young nobleman; depending on the selected emotions to be Soothed or Rioted, the pattern would vary slightly. It was difficult to notice, but he was slowly getting better at it. Every night, he would ask Darius to burn zinc and brass, trying to figure out exactly the variations.

The next year, Astor decided it was time to try something bold.

“I have purchased a small manor in Fellise” Astor explained his children and wife. The study was silent, and the steward, named Veeras, stood in a corner behind Elliott’s father.

“Are.. are we moving there?” Annelle, Elliott’s mother, sounded worried. Astor smiled, however, looking at her. “No, of course not. But we need to have a better presence at the Central Dominance if we want to become a Great House someday.

“Darius, I want you to go there,” he said, looking at his eldest son. “You are a full Mistborn, and as such you can show them our house is both stable and very powerful.” He made a short pause, then grinned. “Besides, you might get to find yourself a wife there. I know you would like that.”

Darius just stood there, dumbfounded. After a moment, he turned to see his siblings and his mother, his eyes suddenly stopping on Elliott, a smile appearing on his face. The boy met his eyes and Darius winked.

“Father, I’m afraid I can’t go. If I go, everybody will see our Mistborn in Luthadel and our home exposed. Anyone could simply send assassins here and obliterate our possibilities with little effort.”

Astor frowned, his smile disappearing, and looked toward Annelle. Everyone knew he wouldn’t risk getting his family killed, no matter what.

“Send Elliott instead,” continued Darius, earning a surprised stare from everyone in the room. “I know he’s young, and I might be better at politics, but he’s more experienced at socializing, and you all know it.”

Astor looked troubled. “I… I understand what you say, but it’s too dangerous. He’s only eighteen, and the nobility… It’s different there. They’re different there.”

One. Two. One. Two.

Elliott looked at his brother. Darius simply smiled. He’s Rioting dad. But no. Something was off about that pattern. At first, Elliott though Darius was running low on zinc, but that wasn’t it. He flared his bronze and finally realized it, suddenly looking to the other side, where his mother stood looking down, thoughtful, with a hint of a smile on her face. That’s it. He’s not Rioting dad. He’s-

“Darius is right, Astor. Elliott can do it.” Annelle sounded confident, though her eyes were on the verge of tears.


“Dad, listen,” Darius said. “They have balls, a lot of them. And who’s the best dancer in this family? Who’s the charming one, the one everyone likes? If you don’t think he’ll be fine, send Veeras with him. I’m not going, I need to stay here and protect the rest of you.”

Astor looked at Elliott, worried, but after a moment turned back toward Veeras. “What do you say?”

“My Lord, I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“I don’t care, Veeras.” Astor’s voice sounded tense all the sudden, almost angry. “If I wanted someone with no opinion at all I would’ve hired a skaa steward instead of you. Speak your mind.” He took a pause and spoke again, this time more softly. “Please, Veeras. Tell me what you think.”

Veeras frowned, looking at his master, and then looked at Darius and Elliott. A slight smile appeared on his face before he spoke. “I think master Darius is right. If he goes away, anyone will be able to come and kill the rest of you. He has been this House’s most important defense for some years, now.
“That makes Lord Elliott and Lady Freya the best candidates for the travel. However -and I’m sorry if I offend, for it is not my place nor my intention to do it- Freya is still too innocent to go there alone. As you said, master Astor, the nobility there can be quite dangerous if you’re not careful enough. Besides, Elliott is very skilled with a dueling cane. I’m sure he will be able to defend himself.”

Everybody in the room turned toward Veeras, astonished by his short speech. Lord Ruler, he barely ever speaks, and all the sudden he says all this? Astor, however, smiled.

“In that case” he said, “Elliott, do you feel you can do this? I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to.”

Elliott looked at his father, then his mother, and finally his brother and sister. I’ll be away from home, he thought. But… Becoming a Great House, going to balls, maybe finding a young noblewoman…

“I’ll do it.”

Darius relaxed visibly and both Annelle and Freya smiled. Astor turned toward the Terrisman. “Can you go with him, Veeras? Can you please make sure he’s safe?”

“Of course, my Lord.”

“Well,” the nobleman said, looking at Elliott. “Get ready, then. I’ll make some arrangements. You leave next week.”

The steward nodded and started walking toward the door, but Darius stopped him. “Veeras? Keep speaking your mind. We all need some advice from time to time.”

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Elliott moved to the side quickly to dodge the attack, his eyes closed, as if he was dancing with the air. The pattern changed as he spun, ready to strike. He rolled to the side as the pulses passed over his head, and turned back as he heard his opponent falling to the ground.

The beatings stopped.

Elliott opened his eyes to see the shadowy figure sprinting towards him. He blocked a swing from his opponent’s dueling cane with his own, then took a step back to put some distance between them. His rival took a moment, and then swung again.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Elliott ducked the pewter-enhanced swing and smashed his cane into his opponent’s stomach, spinning quickly to try and score a second hit on his leg. He felt the sudden pressure of metals being flared, and the figure caught Elliott’s cane with his left hand, grabbing it so hard it started shattering. The rival’s dueling cane came swinging fast, and Elliot had to jump backward, letting go of his own cane to avoid getting hit.

The figure got up slowly, looking at him, before starting to sprint toward him. Elliott jumped backward again, but the rhythm changed again as a single coin shot out of his opponent’s hand and flew in his direction.

Elliot let himself fall to the ground, the coin passing just over his head. He grunted as he reached the floor, hitting his head with the cold stone. His opponent got to him before he got up, and put a foot on his chest.

“Too slow.”

“I... know.” Elliott said, trying to recover from the fall. He opened his eyes and saw Darius looming over him with a smile on his face.

“Still, that was impressive. You dodged me twice without even looking!”

“I...” Elliott was out of breath. Being only a Seeker was a real problem when fighting a Mistborn. “I can’t beat you. And you’re not even fighting.”

Darius frowned, taking a step back to allow Elliott to get up. “What do you mean?”

“The coins,” Elliott said. “You aim just over my head, so I don’t get hurt. And your pewter, instead of flaring it to get to me faster, you barely used it to catch a swing. You think I don’t realize that? You could easily defeat me, were you not so merciful.”

Darius looked down. “Brother, I...” There was a short pause. After a moment, Darius looked back at his brother, surprised. “Lord Ruler, you felt I was flaring it?”

“Of course. That’s not too hard. The tough part is knowing when you’re running low, or recognizing the exact effects of brass and zinc.”

“For the… You’re an incredible Seeker. Really.”

“I…” Elliott blushed. “I hope so. I’m not as powerful as you think.” I’m not as powerful as you.

“No. You’re even more than that.” Darius said, smiling. “Now come. You need to get ready.”

Elliott didn’t want to say goodbye. He really wanted to go to Luthadel, but he would miss his family a lot. Everyone was waiting for him at the door when he got out of Keep Faarskar. Veeras had already started taking his luggage into the carriage. Elliott looked at his mother, who had tears in her eyes, but still kept her composure.

“Well,” he said, trying his best not to cry. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

Freya rushed in his direction and hugged him. She was crying. “Please, be safe. Please.”

Elliott looked at her, tears forming in his eyes, and forced himself to smile. “I promise I’ll be back safe. I’m not going to the Pits of Hathsin, I’m just going to Luthadel for some time!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know which one is worse.” Astor said, forcing a smile. Elliott’s father definitely held a grudge against the city, but nobody had ever asked about it. “Anyway, take care. And send us news as often as you can, son.”

“I’ll do it. I promise.”

Elliot and Astor locked eyes for a moment, smiling. Yes, I’m certainly going to miss them. He turned toward his brother, who was standing beside Annelle, smiling.

“Take care of them, brother,” Elliott said. He leaned forward, whispering so nobody else could hear him. “And keep Soothing them for a while, it may help them.”

Darius chuckled, then looked at his younger brother. “Go. We’ll be waiting for you, Elliott. And remember, you-”

“You are what you make of yourself”, he said, smiling, his eyes filled with tears.

“Yeah. And so far, you’ve made yourself awesome. Just make sure they don’t change that.”

A few minutes later, Elliott was riding the carriage to Fellise, ready for the biggest challenge in his life. His brother’s words still rang in his head. You are what you make of yourself. And so far, you’ve made yourself awesome. He still wasn’t too sure about that. But still, he was determined to impress everyone.