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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: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

02 September 2017 - 04:25 AM

Isabelle had just been deposited back at the table she was sharing with her mother by her last dance partner. He had been semi-interesting, but she had already accepted a few dances more than she had wanted to, and she mostly just wanted to find someone whose company she enjoyed at this point. She knew she should talk to her socially acceptable relatives, but she was saved by the sight of her Venture cousin waving and calling out to her. She partially wished he'd make it less obvious that they were on good terms, but that wish subsided when she saw who he was with.

Now, she did try to not get too giddy over talented duelists who she was definitely not supposed to be rooting for, but Broderick Venture had for a long time been on her list of favorite duelists and she had always been frustrated that she would not get to express her admiration for his dueling technique due to the tensions between their families. She had often thought that perhaps she could contrive to get Ulrich to introduce her, but had never gotten up the courage to defy her father that much, and she was definitely excited that she would not have to now. If her father asked, she could just say it was happenstance, and definitely not something she had wanted to happen.

In despite of her excitement, Isabelle managed to wave back more discreetly than Ulrich. "I'll be right back, mama." She said, leaning towards her mother who had also recently come back to the table, although for different reasons. "I have a duelist to go meet. Also, would it not be rude to ignore my dear cousin when he is so excited to see me?"

Gisella responded with a laugh, one that sounded rather satisfied that Isabelle had forged such a bond with her cousin, and she waved Isabelle off with a shake of her head. "Just make sure you do not spend so much time with your cousin that it warrants a lecture when we get home, and do not forget that I do still have to say hello to my brother briefly and I would rather we do not both consort with Ventures at the same time."

Isabelle nodded quickly and moved through the crowd towards Ulrich. "Cousin," She said with a smile and a nod towards him when she made it close enough. "One of these days your excitement will get me in trouble." She teased, letting her usual poise drop for a moment so that he didn't feel too bad about being so obvious in his excitement.

Finally, Isabelle turned to Broderick Venture, having decided that she didn't want to wait for Ulrich to remember to do proper introductions in his excitement. Usually she didn't care, but it was only a matter of time before she had spent too long talking to Ventures and would have to go talk to someone more appropriate for her station, if only to appease her father. "I hope you do not mind if I do my own introductions, my lord. My name is Isabelle Sureau." She said, stretching out her hand to him. "Ulrich's father is my uncle."

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

24 July 2017 - 03:35 AM

Being whisked through the crowd made Katryn feel much younger than she usually did. Being widowed so young had made her feel so much older than she was that it was nice to have a little more of the thrill of young life again. She felt her smile grow a little more genuine than usual, and she felt much more relaxed than she had when she was worrying about people finding out why she had come so far from home. Perhaps it was just because she knew that she didn't have to take any measures to hide it from Jalen as he already knew most everything she was running from.

"What are we needing tonight?" he asked, and Katryn schooled her face a little bit since they were still in public and the last thing she wanted was for other men to get the wrong idea. "Feeling adventurous and daring, or finding your footing?"

"I think I may need at least one good glass of wine before I feel adventurous at all." Katryn replied, shrugging a little bit and smiling to hide the nerves that were bubbling up to the surface at the prospect of dancing in public without much recent practice. "Perhaps I should have practiced my dancing before coming all this way. I am almost afraid that I will have lost all my former grace in my year of hiding."

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

24 July 2017 - 03:24 AM

Kennith grinned, happy that he was getting a positive reaction from Celia. He had been hoping that she wasn't as stiff as some noblewomen could be, and his hunch that she would enjoy a little bit of silliness had turned out alright. That was always a good sign. It was easier to feign silly irresponsibility than it was to feign serious irresponsibility.

"I'll tell you something privately." He said, making sure to pull her to a distance that was proper, but lent the proper amount of secrecy as he led her to the dance floor for the next dance. "We from the Southern Islands love our drama. I mean, can you imagine a non-dramatic person wearing a coat like this?" He made sure to flare his coat dramatically on this as he turned to take her hand for the dance. "However, as romantic and daring as pirates and endless wine-tastings sound, it's not nearly as dramatic there as my cousins are making it look. Perhaps our particular brand of drama has just not been appreciated enough in Luthadel until now."