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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: The Island Tour

28 January 2017 - 03:42 AM

Marion spent much of the journey going over itinerary with Dastand. As soon as they were getting close to the islands, Marion asked to be brought up to the deck. She was passionate about drawing her first impressions and getting the feel of her drawings to match the feeling of the islands. She was certain that the only way to really capture them in glass was to first capture them on paper.

She drew the islands as she saw them from her perspective. She drew them as they came to her. She would pause in the sketch once in a while to shade some ofthe water between her and the island, as if she was using that as a time to contemplate what she had already drawn. As they pulled up to dock, Marion had finished crosshatching a section of terrain.

She, as always, was not satisfied completely with the drawing, but when Dastand broke her out of her concentration, she decided she could be done for now. She would be on the island for a long while, yet. She would have time to sketch.

"Thank you," she said, simply, putting her portable drawing pad away. She folded the cover over it and handed it off to a servant to carry to her room. She smiled. "You did tell me the islands were beautiful, but you did not prepare me well for the breathtaking ocean before we even made it to the island." she said.

Marion chose a simple dress, blue and gray with a few speckles of embroidery on the hem and around the sleeves. She had decided to pull her hair back and pin it aggressively in place, so that the wind on the open ocean didn't whip it around like it did to poor Malcolm's. She watched him for a moment longer over the side of the ship, as he got introduced to the whole family.

The family was as interesting as the islands so far. She could pick out the various members without having to be introduced to them. She had done her research pretty well before deciding to get this deep into a project for this house. Of course, Marion would never let on that she actually knew them before she was introduced, as she was sure that Lysander and Nathaniel did as much research but would say as little about it. She had nothing to hide from them. Indeed, she wanted to be friends with them.

"I believe I am ready, Lord Dastand." She said, taking his arm though he didn't offer it. "Before we are off the ship, I do want to thank you again for such a marvelous break from Luthadel. It is a privilege to be able to travel and call it a work expense." she said. The smile had not left her face in a few hours. The smell of the salty sea air seemed to instinctively make her happy.

In Topic: The Island Tour

26 January 2017 - 03:58 AM

Lysander's crooked smile when Eliza hugged the Uncles, and ran off stayed until she couldn't see them anymore. He looked at Nathaniel.

"You upset her," Lysander said simply. "You know she doesn't like to think that Dastand is replacing her mother. Or for that matter, replacing her."

Nathaniel gave him a shrug. "You of all people should know that it's better for her to get used to the idea now, just in case. It'll be hard to come to terms with, no matter what time it happens."

Lysander leaned on his cane, but said nothing else to his brother. Lysander had organized his day so that he could greet the arriving party, but normally he would be asleep at this hour. It was taking all of his willpower not to yawn, but with tin at a very, very low burn, he was able to keep himself as awake as he needed to be.

He, and the rest of the family waited at the docks for the ship to dock. Little Eliza could barely contain herself. She did lament the loss of Felix as a companion, but she was starting to find her own in the world.

As soon as the ship docked and it was safe for Felix to come down the gangplank, he did so. He didn't wait for formalities. Dastand was supposed to be the first one down according to custom, but Felix had rarely showed any reverence for the way of the world in his youth, and as a young man, he didn't seem to gain any more respect for it, either.

Felix made it to the deck with one of their visitors in tow. The boy was probably the same age as Eliza, but from his stature, Lysander could tell he was meek. He was not toned, didn't look like he trained much... and it was possible this boy had never had his hair brushed in his life. The curls and tangles alone would drive Lysander batty.

"Did you miss me?" Felix said, hugging Eliza. "This is Malcolm Lebroux. Dastand asked me to show him around the island. Malcolm, this is my cousin Eliza."

Malcolm moved forward and gave a fairly respectful bow to Eliza. "It's... nice to meet you, Lady Eliza."

Felix laughed. "Lady~"

Lysander cleared his throat, and Felix stopped dead. "Now, now. Malcolm, please, You may call us all by our first name. Traditions are rather more relaxed here in Tavira, as I'm sure you'll find. I am Lysander," He said, giving a bow. He began introducing everyone down the line, and by the time he was done, Dastand and Marion would make it down the gangplank and he would have to repeat himself.

You just couldn't stay away, huh, kid?" Nat said, grabbing Felix around the neck playfully. "You must have come back for more beatings and to lose at knife fighting to Uncle Nat again."

Lysander shook his head. He was always surrounded by such boisterous activity. It was no accident that Lysander chose to make his living at night when everyone else was sleeping. He left Nathaniel and Felix to wrestle on the deck while he turned back to the ship where Dastand and Marion would descend from.

In Topic: The Island Tour

26 January 2017 - 03:32 AM

Felix dragged Malcolm back down to the deck of the ship. He started burning pewter underneath his already present Coppercloud. He could feel his stomach lurch, even with pewter burning. He wanted to get off the boat already. They were close enough, he might be able to swim to shore...

Not without obviously using pewter. Fine. Felix and Malcolm went below deck again to gather the important things. Felix squirreled away his piece of metal into one of the bags he brought with him. He hadn't even had time to unpack. He had just come back from the Islands when Uncle Dastand said he would need to come back again. Luckily that wasn't a problem. Any excuse to get back to Tavira...

"I do miss home," Felix said as he finished messing around in his bags.

"I couldn't really imagine being away from Luthadel that long."

"I thought it was going to be the end of the world when I was a kid. Aunt Cora apprenticed me pretty early, because it was clear that I was not going to study under my father. I do not have the patience or the disposition to care about crops. My father is Fahvell's Vintner. He spends most of his time trying to see how good the harvest will be, and where we can plot new vineyards. Truly exhausting and boring endeavors. My aunt Cora on the other hand, she gets to see the fruits of my father's labors. Quite literally." Felix could go on and on. It seemed to calm Malcolm down when other people were talking, and he didn't really have to.

"So... you drink the wine then?"

"Of course! Only small samples, though. I have been drinking wine probably since I was your age. Of course I'm not an expert at picking out each note of flavor, but I can certainly tell you which kind is which, and from what vineyard of ours it was grown."

"That's impressive. My mother could probably tell you about the history of each art piece in Luthadel, but I'm not that skilled in anything really."

"Nonsense. I've already seen your sketching skills. You seem to be really good at them. You got my eyes and my hair almost perfect." Felix said with a wink.

Malcolm had spent the better part of the journey sketching different versions of Felix on the notepad he brought with him. Felix thought it was endearing. He could tell that it was an unconscious practice that Malcolm developed.

"Oh... I, I'm sorry." Malcolm said, blushing profusely.

"Don't worry about it. I like it!" Felix said chuckling. He clapped Malcolm on the arm and then looked back to the deck. "We should probably go up. We're docking soon."

In Topic: Playing the Part (and Other Such Things)

10 December 2016 - 04:44 AM

The morning, Gaston thought, had been incredibly successful. He had notes on the notepad in his breast pocket about sending several contracts out to different interested investors. There were a number of the city's elite that he had not yet gotten in contact with. He needed to do that. He had heard of several newcomers trying to make bids in Luthadel. One of the things that Gaston had learned in the last 20 years was that if noblemen were invested in more things in Luthadel, the stronger their bids were, and the more money came to line his pockets. Even if the theatre did not make their bid successful, it was just one more reason they had to stay afloat in Luthadel... Because they had spent their money on local culture. At least that was what Gaston had told himself.

Gaston was a real people person. If he was being honest, he just enjoyed the company (as well as the money) of the people who had visited his theatre this morning, and that had put a small pep in his step. He was feeling fairly confident. He had just wished his final guest, Lord Fawks Lastalles a farewell. As he was showing Lord Lastalles out of the building, he saw a pair of people that he had hoped would stay away from the theatre... He could tell from their tanned skin, and dress that they were the same Fathvells that he and Amorette watched dance at the ball. Since then, he had learned they were cousins. One had been in Tavira her whole life until she came here, Eliza was the daughter of Lord Fathvell himself. Felix Fathvell had grown up with his aunt in Austrex. That one was slightly more of a mystery. It seemed both of Felix's parents were living, so why send him to board with an aunt? Gaston would never send Arabelle to live with a relative.

He knew that this moment would come since the Fathvells finished building their keep in Luthadel. He had hoped that it would take them a fair amount longer so that the Southern Isles show would have time to run its course, but alas, he was not so lucky. The spring in his step was not entirely extinguished, but he knew what was coming. He had tried to prepare himself for their arrival, but it was just not possible.

He gestured to Lefoux to escort Lord Lastalles past the lobby area of the theatre. "I would love to meet with you again, Lord Lastalles. Please look out for my letter. I shall have Lord Archambault write up the terms we have discussed and have them sent over to you." He gave Lord Lastalles a final shake of the hand. He knew that Lefoux was Smoking the area, so he had been Soothing Lastalles. He very gently eased off the various emotions that had allowed Gaston to make such a good deal: doubt, unease, hesitation, and the man's insecurity, Very slowly backed off, and let the man go, being very careful not to arouse suspicion from the man or the new guests that had just shown up.

Gaston did not allow himself to appear shocked that the Fathvells had appeared uninvited. Instead he greeted them with a smile. "Lady Eliza and Lord Felix Fathvell, what a lovely surprise..." Gaston said genially. "I do not believe that we have gotten a chance to meet in person, but I am well aware of your recent arrival in Luthadel. I'm sure the whole of the city is after your appearance at the last two balls." Gaston bowed. "Forgive me, where are my manners. Welcome to the Luthadel Theatre, I am its proprietor Gaston Bouchard." Lefoux came back to join them. "This is my colleague and trusted friend Lefoux."

Gaston reached out his hand to shake Felix's and then Eliza's. "What brings you to the theatre...? First, perhaps you would like to join me, I was just about to sit down for lunch."

In Topic: A New Tactic

15 September 2016 - 09:51 PM

Exactly as Magnus thought. She had the look of Deveaux, but Magnus still liked being right in his guesses. He bowed slightly to Lucille. It was not out of disrespect, obviously, holding Chestin's arm made it hard to to do anything else. His bow also fit his station, because he was above her in rank. He decided he wouldn't dwell on it.

"As I'm sure you already know, this is my son Broderick, and I am Magnus Venture." He paused for a beat and then added "At your service, my lady. Please do not hesitate to find me should you need any assistance in the future."

He looked to Broderick. "Escort her home, and meet me at the keep. We are not done with today's training session. I expect I shall be there in less than an hour. Do not dawdle."