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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: Over You

08 April 2017 - 05:25 AM

She still his breath away.

He hadn't been looking for her. He'd just been surveying the crowd, trying to do something, anything, to avoid looking at Caden and his Fathvell girl. Then their eyes had met, only a moment, so fleeting that he'd have been able to trick himself that it hadn't been her if his heart hadn't forgotten how to beat until she looked away.

She was here, and now that he knew that he couldn't help stealing glances, his eyes sliding to her table time and time again. He kept dragging his gaze away, trying to scoff at his own idiocy. How many years was he going to pine for? She was literally sitting at a table with her date and here he was, stealing lovelorn glances. Still, not matter how he berated himself, he could not stop himself from looking for her. Surely there was nothing wrong with a look?

But when he looked yet again and she was gone, disappeared into the crowd, he felt something inside crack just a bit. Suddenly sitting down was intolerable. The entire ball was intolerable. He wanted to leave. Now.

He stood up, starting to thread his way through the crowd. As he did, the jaunty Southern tune that had been playing slid to something far more somber, and the things he'd whispered to himself suddenly became song.

"Over, I'm so over you
The way that you laugh at everything that I do
Over, I'm so over you
The way that you said that you'd always be true
And maybe if I tell myself enough
Maybe if I do I'll get over you"

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

12 December 2016 - 05:47 AM

Adala let herself be led to the dance floor with broadening smile on her face. Her attempt at a lady's demure expression cracked and disappeared. It was just very difficult to pretend she wasn't overjoyed to be dancing with Aaron. The man radiated an aura of frivolity, and his every phrase seemed to be a challenge to one up his wordplay. Put simply, it was delightful, and exactly her kind of delightful.

So as soon as he finished speaking she let her mouth run away from her, not even bothering to be worried about what she was saying, "I would call you many things, but I don't think wretched would be one of them. Charming and handsome perhaps, but not wretched. Still, if you do what you propose I think you would turn from charitable to pitiable, and we wouldn't want that."

"Perhaps instead you could go for a less expensive approach. I've heard from good sources that brooding looks and wistful sighs are the best way to catch a lady's interest. You must just make sure to do so near enough for them to notice." Which was to say that such things were the bread and butter of any romantic hero. In practice Adala was not sure they worked quite so well, but if anyone would be able to pull off such theatrics, it would be Aaron.

In Topic: Coats and Tables

16 November 2016 - 05:43 AM

As the pair of them made their case, his hold on the dagger loosened its death grip. Eliza spoke at length and he almost relaxed, although he never stopped the metals burning in his stomach. What they said made sense, especially and most importantly what they said about Lysette. It took a special type of person to befriend someone they met on a rooftop. Very special, but also quite lonely.

And the way Eliza had kept going on about his obvious feelings for Lysette was more than a bit spot on and definitely more than a bit embarrassing. He coughed, rubbing a hand over his face as if he might brush the flush away, and tried his best to seem unmoved. It was useless of course, and by the time she was finished speaking he was staring at her with his head tilted and an amused smile on his face.

"You are very odd for a noblewoman. You will just have to tell me sometime how you learned so much about being a criminal." He looked at Caden. "You are not what I expected, and you are definitely not your cousin."

With that, he offered the dagger to Eliza, hilt first. She took it with a respectful nod, laid it gently on her lap and left it there. Once her hands had left the dagger, he continued with a much darker tone, "Lysette is the one important to me. Remember that. So if you decide to backstab me, do not use her. But, for what it's worth, I hope I did not make a mistake tonight."

With that, he left, only pausing to turn back and say, "If you speak to Lysette, you'll need my name. It's Jasun Vallace. Do with that what you will, but don't look for me. I'll find you soon enough."

Content that he had put just enough of a threat into that sentence, he left without a backward glance.

In Topic: Coats and Tables

11 November 2016 - 05:30 AM

Obsidian blades are not altogether the most sturdy of weapons, and Jasun's dagger was now little more than fragments held together by the binding on the handle. He tossed it out the open carriage door to fully shatter on the cobblestone, and turned back to the pair of them, his remaining dagger still held at the ready.

He didn't strike, but listened, eyes narrowed and fingers tapping the dagger handle in a arrhythmic tattoo, and when Eliza finished speaking he did as she asked and sat, arms folded and legs crossed.

For a further few moments he didn't say anything, just kept staring at the pair of them, turning things over in his mind. His thoughts kept going back to one important thing: he wanted to trust them. He wanted to trust them, and he had not felt he could trust Colette.

Still, there was some things he needed answered, "What did you do to make Lysette dislike you then, if your cousin is so truly horrible? And what can you offer me that Colette can't? I don't see any paper to write a contract, or witnesses to this meeting. Am I supposed to just trust that you aren't going to do as you say Colette is planning to do the moment you're safe? Call me cynical, but I've apparently already had one Great House noble plan to murder me for no apparent reason, and now you two have quite a good reason to want me dead."

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

12 September 2016 - 06:53 AM

She did not have a smile in her voice.

Its absence dragged at him more and more with every word she spoke. Arisella had always been a happy sort. Bubbly and sweet. Her voice was the same. He'd rarely heard it be anything resembling subdued, but right now that was the only word he could think of to describe it. Her words themselves dug in, each syllable cutting deep without meaning to as Camille's words came back to him once more.

"Of course it matters. Nothing is more important than your happiness, Arisella." He said the words without really meaning to, his thoughts leaving his lips almost by reflex. He only realized what he'd said them after it was too late to stop himself.