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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: Surviving Duplicity.

13 March 2018 - 05:46 PM

Augustin nodded, glad to hear that Garrett knew, at least somewhat, what he was doing as a Mistborn. How he would stack up compared to Deveaux standards was another thing entirely, but the point still stood that he had protected his house, with very little backup, in Tremredare. That counted for something, in Augustin's eyes.

But they could address Garrett's skills later. The night was wearing on, and there was still a lot of work to do.

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"I witness and record this. It is done."

"Good. I want this filed with the Ministry first thing in the morning. Vaudin, your clerks will need to finish the copies in time for Thibault to be there when the doors are unlocked."

"It will be done, my Lord."

Of course it would be. Augustin took a long sip of his tea - it had appeared at some point during the night, and Augustin had been grateful for its bracing warmth throughout the process - and waved everyone out of the room. They left in a flurry of papers and writing desks, except for Severine, who merely backed away and stationed herself in a convenient corner, eyeing Garrett with a veiled mixture of appraisal and not-quite-yet decided mistrust. It would appear that she was not content to leave them alone just yet, now that she knew the truth of Garrett's Allomancy. Well, that was fine with Augustin. Severine had proven her trustworthiness and value and time and again, and he wasn't about to push her off now.

Still, it felt like the drawing room itself drew a breath of relief as the door shut behind the gaggle of personnel, and Augustin savored the silence for a moment or two before finally setting his cup down and speaking once again.

"Well, then. Welcome to Deveaux."

In Topic: Surviving Duplicity.

07 March 2018 - 12:14 AM

"Myself... I'm Mistborn."

It was only decades of practice that kept the shock from playing openly across Augustin's face. Whatever he had been expecting from Garrett Atwood as a future member of Deveaux, this certainly wasn't it. It suddenly made much more sense why Atwood was able to survive as long as they had, and also why Garrett himself looked so worn down. One could not be Mistborn and hold a title at the same time, or not successfully anyways. There was simply too much work for one person to handle. A balanced division of labor was paramount to the successful running of a house.

He had struck gold here, pure and simple. A new Mistborn, properly developed and owing Deveaux his life, would go a long way towards filling the gap Camille would leave when she joined Ellsworth bloody Venture's fold. She could never truly be replaced, of course, but however well or poorly Garrett wound up performing, Augustin would certainly rather have him than not. It also proved Atwood's strength of blood, which certainly wouldn't be a bad thing for any house.

"Well then," he said at last, allowing himself a small, satisfied smile. "While that is certainly understandable, I believe you'll find a much more tolerable workload in your future from here on out. And I am quite confident that my own Mistborn, your soon-to-be comrades, will be able to get you fully caught up with anything you may have missed. You will have Lilianne as well; she will make a fine training partner. It should also help you bridge the gap between you somewhat, as she often prefers talking with fists over words.

"Work will easily be found for your cousin, of course, though I'm undecided about your sister. She will be given ample training, but she may be too old to introduce to active duty, even at her young age. Regardless, I am glad to be welcoming a family with strong blood into the fold. I trust you've seen active duty before?"

In Topic: Surviving Duplicity.

04 March 2018 - 11:33 PM

Only three? In a way, that was disappointing. In another, three Allomancers among such a small group was actually pretty impressive. It also depended on what type of Allomancer and of what skill level they were, but then, he had plenty of people who could whip them into shape if need be.

"He will at least need to sign the papers if a supposed match can be found," Augustin said with a wave of his hand. "I don't particularly care if the union is consummated or if they keep separate apartments; it's the legality that matters in this case, and either way, your marriage - and your sister's - are more vital to the merger.

"Now, tell me more about your Allomantic forces. Types, experience, and so on. Are there any hired Allomancers among your forces?"

In Topic: Surviving Duplicity.

04 March 2018 - 05:31 PM

Augustin, in a way, felt for Garrett Atwood. A young widower, his wife barely a year gone, and now here he was, forced to beg for his life no matter the cost. Even if it meant marrying, when he probably never wanted to look at a young woman again. It was a harsh lesson in leadership.

But that was the lot of those born to land and title: to hold the lives of one's kin in their hands, to shoulder even the heaviest of burdens in order to do what needed to be done. And in a way, Garrett Atwood had passed the tests life had put to him. Where Deveaux might have crushed any number of similar houses without much notice, Atwood - its people, at least, if not its name - would live on. The man in front of him might have given up in pretty much every way, but he had still accomplished what any number of other men had failed to do.

It was enough to make Augustin acknowledge this former would-be rival, at least a little. When even a broken and defeated Garrett Atwood came before him with that level of resolve, what would a loyal and grateful Garrett Deveaux accomplish for them, once the scars had healed and he were given the tools and resources to realize his new purpose?

Thus decided, before answering the question put before him, Augustin reached over and rang the small silver bell that was waiting on a nearby table. Immediately, his butler stepped into the room.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Send Vaudin in to me, and a senior obligator." He paused, then added, "and the Lady Severine. Have them woken if need be."

"Very good, my Lord."

The door clicked shut behind him, and only then did Augustin return his attention to the matter at hand.

"A wife who can protect herself? Well, we certainly have no shortage of eligible ladies among our Allomancers. Though, come to think of it..."

For the briefest of moments, he thought of Camille. His daughter, his Mistborn, no longer lost to him, no longer sold to Ellsworth Venture to serve someone else's ends when Deveaux had made her who and what she was.

That image was gone in an instant, consumed by the fires of war that would surely erupt if he denied one of his oldest and dearest friends the alliance they both wanted.

And when the smoke cleared, it was replaced by Camille, standing in his study. Leaning on his desk, a fiercer determination than he had ever seen in her before making her loom over him even as she trembled in fear of standing up to him.

"If you have ever loved me, if you have ever acknowledged the service I have done for this house, you will give this to me. If you deny me, I will never forgive you. If you deny me, I will run to Venture, and I will tear. you. down."

He couldn't do it.

It wasn't just the fact that he would start a war if he tried, or that the alliance with Venture was key to securing Deveaux's dominance in the coming years, or that he had done far too good a job with Camille and now he couldn't stop her if he wanted to, no matter how much the latter galled when he admitted it.

It certainly wasn't for any sentimental reason, or the light he had seen in her eyes when she danced with Nevan Venture. Of course it wasn't. Marrying Camille to Garrett was simply impractical, and messy, and didn't reflect her true value. No, that simply wouldn't do at all.

But what about her?

The thought came unbidden to his mind, but he welcomed the chance to push Camille - and that meeting in his study - out of his mind for now. Would that actually work? Gillaume and Lissentella had been pestering him for years about seeing their eldest daughter settled, long after all of society - potential suitors included - had given up on her ever marrying. Even now they carried on any time they visited, as though he could simply wave his hand and conjure up a man to take her hand, and as if he did not have anything better to do than consider how this might be accomplished.

But now, he had the opportunity. Marrying Lilianne to Garrett would certainly shut her parents up, but most importantly, it would keep her in Deveaux. She was quite adamant about wanting to put her Allomancy to use in service to the family, and had grown into a promising young officer whom Augustin would be loath to lose just because her parents wanted her tied down. This had the potential to satisfy everyone.

At least, if Lilianne didn't strangle him immediately upon being informed.

"I think there is one potential match who would work quite well. She is a Pewterarm, and one of our most dedicated young officers; I wouldn't be surprised to eventually see her take command of our entire Pewterarm division. She is also closer to your own age than most of our other eligible young ladies, so that will be less awkward for both of you.

"There is one complication, though given your own circumstances, perhaps it might work out in the end. Lilianne is determined not to marry. While it will help smooth things over that you will be marrying into Deveaux rather than pulling her out, she will, unfortunately, be none too pleased to meet you. She will need time to come around, which I suspect you might need as well."

In Topic: Surviving Duplicity.

03 March 2018 - 01:24 AM

Augustin listened as Lord Atwood spelled out his house's circumstances, and his terms, such as they were. This was less a trade deal than it was a preemptive surrender, accompanied by a complete acquisition offered on a silver platter.

He watched Lord Atwood as he thought, and spoke, weighing every expression, every hesitation, every word. This was a man who was broken down, overburdened with grief and leadership and - apparently - the duties of an Allomancer as well. He had seen this look before, in countless men in countless circumstances, but never circumstances quite like these. To be honest, he almost didn't know what to make of it. It seemed too good to be true, that something so fortuitous could land directly in his lap like this. Houses either tried to challenge Deveaux and failed, or were smart enough to stay away in the first place. But Lord Atwood was backed into a corner, and had to choose upon which enemy he would cast himself for mercy. And he had, quite cleverly, played both sides in order to sweeten the deal for his ultimate choice.

And the chance to break into the Western market was a tempting one. His own intelligence reports confirmed the house to be as weak as Lord Atwood claimed; killing them all wouldn't be difficult if it all turned out to be a trick.

"Never, in the history of my tenure as Lord Deveaux," he began finally, "have I been presented with such an offer. You do understand that should I accept you into my family, you will have to earn our trust. This -" he gestured with the deed again "- is a good start, but not it's not enough to allow me to turn a blind eye. You and yours will be watched, closely. I do not think I need to tell you what would happen should we catch you playing false.

"Second, I can't go around adopting every house who knocks on my door. Thus, you will need to join the family in truth. You, your sister, and anyone else in Atwood who is presently unwed will marry into Deveaux, to seal the union between families and prevent any... complications in the future. Are you prepared to agree to these terms?"