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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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29 July 2017 - 07:48 PM

Daerra laughed as the threw another crumb of bread down into the canal, and watched as the waterbirds raced over. There was something entrancing in the way they struggled and fought against each other, doing everything to be first, to obtain the prize, even that prize was only a crumb.

Was that what Daerra was doing this afternoon with Etienne? Was she wasting all this effort over a crumb of information or leverage she could gobble down and promptly forget? Certainly, it might be useful at one point or another to get some intel on Damien. While Daerra had to admit to herself that her fascination with the mystery behind the man was a foolish fancy, at one point or another she was sure to be opposite him in a contract negotiation, at which point she would want to be ready.

But was that worth all of this? Did some potential leverage for a negotiation that may or may not occur in the future really justify this sort of manipulation? Surely Daerra Elariel of all people had bigger, more important things to occupy her attention.

"So then," she continued, not letting her thoughts sully her amusement, "Right when I got to the climax of the story, I gave the signal to Aaron. Earlier that day, we'd attached some wires to some of the window latches. He pulled on them from his hiding place to make them shake, and Lord Ruler, you should have heard how little Claudia screamed." Daerra had hoped the story, with necessary modifications to conceal Aaron's allomancy, might cater to Etienne's appetite for mischief.

"It wasn't very kind of me, I suppose, but then . . . It was just so hilarious. And I must been only 10 or 11 at the time. I imagine you must have gotten into all sorts of trouble at that age?"

What Friends Are For

25 March 2017 - 09:41 PM

Ferrah couldn't help but beam as she glided gracefully through the Elariel entry-way. She was in love. Collette would surely scoff at her feelings, or say that things were progressing too fast, that it was too soon to tell, but Ferrah just knew that this time, things were different.

She had barely been able to contain her excitement on the coach ride from Keep Hasting. She and Colette had shared a carriage, and she had caught her cousin rolling her eyes at Ferrah's enthusiasm. For once, Ferrah didn't care about Colette's derision. For once, she had something that Colette didn't--the affection of her very own prince charming. Ferrah would have preferred, of course, to have ridden in the carriage with her date, rather than with her best friend, of course, but she could hardly expect him to come and pick her up when the ball was being hosted at his own keep.

Instead of her usual pastel tones, Ferrah had chosen a gown with a dark and rich teal hue, trimmed in silver--Elariel colours. She noted as several of the assembled Luthadel elite began to whisper as they took notice of her outfit, breaking off into bears, not doubt to gossip about the likelihood of an Elariel-Brehaut alliance. Let them whisper, Ferrah didn't care. Tonight, she was untouchable.

She caught sight of Aaron almost immediately. He was standing near the head table, his posture relaxed, apparently deep in conversation with his sister. At the sight of his clever grin, Ferrah felt her pulse quicken slightly as she remembered twining her fingers into that stylishly unruly hair after the mid-week ball as the couple shared their first passionate kiss. She had been walking on ash-flakes ever since that day.

Ferrah didn't approach Aaron immediately--it wouldn't do to seem clingy or desperate at this stage. She had to appear calm and confident in their relationship, or opportunists would take her possessiveness as a sign that Aaron wasn't fully committed to her. They had only been courting a little over a week of course, barely enough time for people to start whispering, especially given Aaron's penchant for moving from one courtship to the next, but Ferrah knew what they had was special. She would not be like those other girls.

Ferrah sat down at her assigned seat, barely paying attention as Colette and the other girls filed in next to her. In her mind, dinner was already over, and Aaron was catching her gaze from across the hall, striding confidently across the floor so he could take her hand and ask her to dance.

Dinner began, and Ferrah did her best to banish the day dreams. Colette was still depending on her to help keep the group in line, of course. She couldn't let her relationship with Aaron become a distraction from her duties, or Colette would see to it that it ended. Ferrah wondered, idly, how a marriage to Aaron would change her friendship with Colette. Once they wed, Ferrah's would join a house more powerful than Colette's own, and her husband would be only a few steps away from the lordship itself!

After what seemed like eternity, dinner ended, and established couples began to make their way on to the dance floor. Ferrah smiled smugly--none of the other girls had come with dates that evening. While they would be waiting anxiously, wondering who would ask them to dance, Ferrah could relax, secure in the knowledge that Aaron Elariel was on his way to sweep her off her feet.

Aaron stood up form his place had the head table, and Ferrah saw his glance slide over to her table. Finally, He placed a hand on his sister's shoulder, completed whatever conversation they had been having, and then began making his way across the room. Ferrah sat up straight in her seat, following Aaron's route and planning in her mind exactly how she would respond to whatever witty line he greeted her with, take his hand, and let him lead her on to the dance floor. The other girls took notice of her excitement, and Ferrah couldn't help but exult in their envy.
"Lady Colette" Aaron performed a polite bow as he approached the table, stopping in front of Colette's chair instead of Ferrah's. "I hope you are enjoying the evening. I wonder, would you care to share a dance with me?"

Ferrah froze. This can't be happening. That kiss! He loves me, I know he does. Ferrah clasped her hands tightly in her lap, forcing herself to remain calm. Her gaze shifted from Aaron to Colette. Colette knew how Ferrah felt--she had spent the whole trip gushing about Aaron. Colette was her friend--she would want Ferrah to be happy. Surely she would turn Aaron down, and deftly turn his attention back to Ferrah where it belonged.

Colette's gaze flicked to the side, and her eyes met Ferrah's in for an instant before settling back on Aaron. "Of course, Lord Aaron. I would be delighted." Colette accepted Aaron's hand and rose gracefully from her seat. "Please excuse me ladies--we can finish our conversation later." Colette met the gaze of each of the girls in turn, ending with Ferrah. Back off, those eyes said, This is my opportunity. Remember your place. Ferrah smiled weakly, fighting to stop tears from appearing in her eyes. She was Colette's loyal lieutenant. Dancing with Aaron was an opportunity for Colette to advance her position among Luthadel's elite, and potentially give her an edge against Caden. Of course she needed to support Colette, and be happy for her.

Wasn't that what friends were for?