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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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Mistborn Series Brandon Sanderson
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In Topic: Maximillian Driskell - Character Application

17 October 2017 - 02:39 AM

Great job on Max! I look forward to seeing him around Luthadel!

It's an Approval for me, so one more and you're good to go!

In Topic: Damage Control

16 October 2017 - 02:51 PM

"Maybe," she said with yet another sigh, shifting back and forth a little. "I mean, you'd know better than me whether that really happens or not, but right now, the only thing that could possibly be worse is finding out something went wrong, and I can't even think about that or I start to fall apart." She shook her head a little, trying to clear the thought from her mind.

"Sorry. It probably sounds like I'm not very grateful for the help. I am, very much, but it's harder than I thought to actually do any of it."

In Topic: The Reunion

13 October 2017 - 12:36 AM

Perrin said nothing at first, and Nessa found herself questioning. Had she rushed into it too fast? Had she startled him? He'd always seemed so sure of everything, she thought for certain that she was the easier flustered of the two of them, but suddenly--

And then he smiled at her, somehow deeper and more meaningful than the ones she'd seen from him before, and her heart soared. His soft response, a simple, "I know," might have given her pause a moment ago, but there was something special about the way he said it, looking at her as he was, having already done so much for her sake and promised to do even more. Never in her life had silence been as powerful, or said so much, as it did in that moment, the two of them smiling at each other while the world outside simply stopped existing.

Then he turned to address Nate, and Nessa was so startled by the sudden leap back to reality that she actually jumped a little. They were discussing their plans for making this work, and Nessa was surprised to hear Nate suggest that Perrin actually attack Datura. She was relieved to know he was on their side, but she hadn't quite been expecting him to be on it this much.

"It's not that she won't hurt him so much as she can't," she ammended softly, when Nate had said his piece. "She's good, really good, but even she's nothing compared to what he just fought."

In Topic: Coats and Tables

11 October 2017 - 04:12 AM

"To be honest," Eliza said quietly, "if it were just you asking, I would have to say... probably not. Nadia does what she pleases, for her own reasons, but that's honestly why I, and therefore we, can trust her with this. For all our disagreement today we are still friends, and she'll do anything for the people she cares about. Not to mention, her temperamental nature will work in our favor here - if Aveline were to call for a horse and carriage at this hour of the night, the entire keep would look at her askance. When Nadia does it, they'll just sort of shrug and think to themselves, 'that's Lady Nadia for you,' and go back to their cards and their brandy."

She directed Caden away from the front entrance to the keep, and towards an overshadowed area along the back of the property where some of the masonry had fallen into disrepair. The area had made for some fantastic climbing not long ago, and the Sureau workers were so busy painting and re-painting that stupid dome of theirs that nobody had bothered to fix a bit of stonework nobody really looked at. There was a brief moment where they both tried to dismount the horse at once, and Eliza almost fell - Caden meant to swing down to help her, and Eliza meant to slide to the ground so he wouldn't have to worry about it - but in the end, he made it down first and caught her before any harm was done. They agreed that he should wait with Dennison and the horses, and he shrugged out of his coat when he noticed her shivering, and after a bit of adjusting, she was on her way, finding her way up and over the wall with practiced ease, ballgown or no ballgown.

She knew she must be quite the sight, creeping across the grounds between the guards' routes, shrouded in a gentleman's coat, but if everything went her way, nobody except Nadia would notice her peculiar fashion statement: the cuffs of the sleeves rolled up but still covering most of her hands, and the coat hiked up off the ground and tied about the waist with her shawl. Maybe, she thought with a wry chuckle, Nadia would appreciate the look - and that she'd taken Caden's coat.

She at last found Nadia on some terraced garden or other - she'd never managed to keep them all straight, and had mostly just wandered the grounds hoping that her instincts and knowledge of Nadia's habits would see her safely to her friend before a guard or three found her - seemingly working on an art project of some kind. After making sure that there were no guards about, Eliza hopped over the low railing separating them and called out in a stage whisper.

"Psst, Nadia! Nadia, it's me, Eliza!"

In Topic: The Reunion

10 October 2017 - 04:35 AM

Perrin's arms closed around her, and just like that, the flames went out. She held onto him all the tighter, feeling safer than she had since their night on the rooftops, even as she felt him tense up with anger and frustration. She couldn't blame him for that, of course; the only reason she didn't feel the exact same way was pure abject terror.

Perrin still didn't trust Nate, though of course, he had no reason to yet. But Nate was smart, and for all Nessa was still hurt by his betrayal, she did believe that he cared, and that if anyone could come up with a plan to sneak around behind Datura's back, it was him. She squeezed him all the tighter, relief washing over her, as he agreed to stay - on the condition that she be hidden away from Ignas, which was honestly perfectly reasonable and she had no complaints against. She was just glad they could still be together, and safe, and hopefully keep their friends safe too. One thing he said, though, seemed particularly relevant to everything that was happening right now.

“Because if something happens to you, I can’t promise that the Rebellion as we currently know it will be intact when I’m done with Ignas.”

"To be honest," she suggested, feeling a strange sort of thrill that he would go to such lengths for her sake - an odd mix of awe and affection and just a little fear, not of him of course but rather for the sake of anyone stupid enough to cross him - "that might not be such a bad idea. Ignas doesn't care about anyone or anything; he just likes using people as toys and lighting things on fire. I haven't even told you what he--" she shuddered again and shook her head; she couldn't go into that here and now. They would need to be somewhere safe, somewhere private, before she'd be telling him about that night.

"Anyway, I promise. And in the meantime, I'll keep learning to fight too, properly. But I have a condition for staying too," she added, resting a hand over one of Perrin's as she turned her gaze towards Nate.

"We will actually get to see each other. Regularly. Not once a week, not when it's convenient, but regularly. We'll be allowed to know how the other one is doing when we're apart. Because let's be honest here: having the whole crew keep an eye on me might have kept me in so far, but nobody can really stop Perrin if we realize it's not working out and he decides to snatch me out of a window or something. I like you, Nate, and you've been very kind to me, kinder than almost anybody, and I'm more grateful for that than I can say, and I don't want you to be hurt, but I'm not playing Ignas's games either. It'd be one thing if he were still hiding from the Inquisitor and I needed to leave off to keep us both safe, but when even you can't give us any other reason to stay apart than 'Ignas thinks it's fun,' that's not good enough for any of us. We have something special, and I finally just something - some, someone - worth living for, and I'll be damned if I give it up now."

And then it hit her. The weight and significance and truth of what she had said out loud, but also what she had said without truly saying. And, she realized with a groan, she'd said it to Nate instead of to Perrin directly! Great job, Nessa. You really are wonderful at this.

But, well, she could make that up to him, couldn't she? He deserved to hear it from her properly, no matter how terrifying it was to say. No matter how awkward it was that Nate was right there, watching them. He had been every bit as strung along as she had been, and even now he was laying it all on the line. For her. It was only fair for her to do the same. And so she reached up, resting a trembling hand on his cheek.

"I may still be figuring out what love is, but I've realized enough to know that I love you. And I'm not letting anyone, especially not bloody Ignas, put a stop to it."