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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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New Year, New Mods, Who Dis?

07 January 2019 - 02:40 AM

Happy New Year, MBI family!

I hope you're all doing well! Everyone has had quite a busy year it seems, but we're still here and still plugging along! I'd like to welcome the influx of new members we've had recently. Enjoy your time here, and have fun!

Because of all the lovely new faces around here, we've decided that a new round of promotions is in order to keep things running smoothly around here. Please join me in congratulating them!

Moru has graduated from global mod to admin. This happened a while ago, but we never wrote up a proper thread about it. Sorry about that!

Noelle has moved up from workshop mod to global moderator, after all her hard work helping us out over there.

And last but certainly not least, joining her in the mod ranks is Daydam!

With more staff members around, we'll be able to keep things running much more efficiently. To that end, there's also an update to the character acceptance rules: from now on, at least one of an application's approvals must be from an admin. The second can be from either another admin or one of our global mods. This applies to both character and house apps and is effective immediately.

Thank you all, and here's to a fantastic 2019!

Taking the Reins

24 June 2018 - 07:44 PM

The sun gleamed through the departing mists as Eliza's carriage pulled to a stop, jolting her from her pleasant state of half-slumber. It wasn't too long after sunrise, and while she was used to being up at odd hours in Tavira, it struck her as odd that anyone would want to be giving lessons this early in the morning. Jerzen had said something about wanting to avoid the midday heat, which was a little strange from Eliza's perspective, but she supposed the days would feel different to someone not raised in the Southern Islands.

She pulled a little at her riding habit, trying to get comfortable in the stiff fabric. Having the thing tailored in so short a time had been a nightmare and a half; Father kept insisting she wear a formal riding dress and sit sidesaddle like a proper Mainlander woman. But a proper Mainlander woman she wasn't, and she wasn't learning to ride so she could sit pretty on a horse while the men had all the fun. She was learning to ride so if she needed to get home after an assassination attempt in the middle of the night, she wouldn't be caught helpless like she had been just the other night. In that moment, there had been no convenient sidesaddles, and her dress had only got in the way. No, she was going to learn the practical way, or not at all.

She wound up in the end with a divided skirt worn with a fitted blouse, vest, and coat. The skirt looked like a dress when she stood normally, but was far and away more practical. The top half of the ensemble, on Felix's advice, was of Allomancer's cut, allowing much greater freedom of movement than she'd had previously. It was still of Luthadel style, which was disappointing, but it wasn't like the Southern Islands had riding habits. The best she could do was the merlot color of her vest, and Islands lace on her cravat. Her brooch was polished sea glass; a gift from House Lebroux during their visit to Tavira. It wasn't a perfect homage to home, but it would have to do under the circumstances. Why did riding even require such a specific wardrobe? At least the boots she understood, once it had been explained to her. But an entire suit? Mainlanders were weird.

At last, the carriage door opened. Clarence, the footman, offered her his hand to help her down, which she reluctantly took. For all she could get down on her own perfectly well, it would be an insult to not let him do his job. Well, one of his jobs, anyway; Clarence was a Coinshot, and had been trained to act as a covert bodyguard for the family while going about his more traditional duties. His presence on this outing was one of the few security measures she had been willing to accept. Her first preference would have been to have Felix here, but he had other things to do, and his duties often kept him out far too late to be up and about this early in the morning. She wasn't about to deprive him of much-needed rest just to babysit her, no matter how safe his presence made her feel.

But standing here gawping at the building and thinking about all this wasn't going to get her on a horse, was it? And so Eliza dismissed Clarence and Abbinsley, the driver, to see to the carriage and then occupy themselves as they saw fit. Then, with one final adjustment of her stupid jacket, Eliza made her way towards the entrance to the stable.

This was going to be interesting.