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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: Hi.

12 February 2019 - 03:36 AM

Hey, Sylphrena! Welcome!!

In Topic: Rikor-Skaa Rioter

16 January 2019 - 02:48 AM

Thanks so much Daydam!

In Topic: Rikor-Skaa Rioter

15 January 2019 - 12:01 AM

Thank you so much for reviewing Rikor, Daydam. I've gone ahead and updated his appearance, let me know what you think.

In Topic: Meetings with Meaning

11 January 2019 - 02:07 AM

The woman rebel, Daphne, Wilor thought was her name, assigned Wilor and Devin to pull the cart. Everything Wilor had ever been taught told him that this was inappropriate; a skaa giving him assignments? Wilor shoved the thoughts aside, those were exactly the prejudices he hated and wanted to destroy. Still, taking orders from anyone not an important noble was a . . . strange feeling. After a second, he went over and lifted the cart. He glanced to Devin, about to make a joke about his new position in society, but the expression on the woman-dressed-as-a-man's face stopped him short. There was no conversation as they followed Daphne down the various dock alleys. Click, click, click, Wilor counted the cart's tire clicks along the ground as they hit intervals of three. It made it easier to deal with the fact that he was meeting rebels and it was daylight and he was dressed as a skaa. The paranoia of a passing nobleman deciding to stop him and beat him for no reason began to encroach on Wilor's mind. Click, click, click. He pushed all the thoughts away, just counting tire clicks.

Click, click, click, "Well, here we are! Before we go in though, I want to warn you that what you might see could be surprising, depending on what you were expecting." Daphne stopped them in an alley that looked just like the rest to Wilor. He much preferred the view from above on the rooftops. "Once we are inside, we will be distributing the contents of the cart and baskets to the people who are there. Try to act natural, like this is just a part of your weekly routine." Wilor's confusion at what exactly it was that they were doing was intensified when Daphne opened the door. Death wafted out and he stopped a gag just before it left his mouth. He'd never smelled something like this before. Daphne took her basket inside and opened the cart so that Wilor and Devin could follow her lead. Wilor grabbed a basket of potatoes and followed her into the dimmer room.

The sight inside the room matched exactly the smell from the door. Wilor had seen skaa beaten before. He'd seen beggars and he'd seen soldiers fight and wound each other, but this was not any of those. This was humanity's hellhole. He couldn't stop himself from gasping as he processed the variety of wounds and injuries. Swallowing thrice, Wilor stepped forward. This was a pathetic meeting for the rebellion, but if it was what he was assigned to do, then he'd do it. Daphne made sure no one had seconds of the food, so Wilor turned the other direction and began passing out his potatoes to the skaa on the other side of the room. He kept a tight smile on his face, but inside, he was appalled. Appalled at the Lord Ruler, the nobility, the skaa, himself.

How did people who called themselves noble allow something like this place to occur? How did God? Skaa were still human. But even if they were animals, dogs weren't kept like this. How did the skaa tolerate this? Humans fought back when treated poorly. Wilor couldn't understand how the poor people he passed potatoes to accepted this. The biggest shock to him was his own thoughts. He felt all his life's teachings and his research into skaa colliding and he was struggling to sort what was right.

Wilor's eyes continued to take in the various skaa, glancing everywhere, never once finding a smile in the room. Aside from Daphne. Wherever she went, the skaa were brighter, their loads just a bit lighter. There was almost a physical trail that marked Daphne's path. That woman was a ray of light, an angel visiting the depths of hell here. He wondered what made her different. How did she do it? Valerre and Devin too seemed to be chronically downcast. But Daphne beamed! She was skaa, right? She was what he wanted to fight for. The others were almost too depressed. They might not even want freedom if they were offered it. But it was skaa like Daphne that fueled Wilor's rebellious passions.

Wilor retrieved another basket and continued the work of delivering food until the cart was empty. They left the mass of huddled skaa and returned to the alley. "How was that for your first afternoon working for the rebellion?" Daphne asked him and Devin. Wilor nodded at Devin's answer.

"Definitely kind. I . . . I've never imagined something like that. I'm more suited to the bloody aspects of the rebellion, but that was good," Wilor replied. "How? How do they live like that? Why don't they fight? And, why do you?" he asked, targeting the last part at Daphne. Today had completely confused him, he'd even managed to forget about his knives.

In Topic: Matarn Wachtrot-Coppercloud Prelan

10 January 2019 - 11:23 PM

Matarn now has his History finished.