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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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#2959583 House Raisaal

Posted by Shivertongue on 04 October 2013 - 02:00 AM in Great Houses

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House Raisaal
Newly-Risen Great House

Player Leadership Information
Handle: Shivertongue
OoC Account: Shivertongue
Contact: Telepathy.

General Information
House Name: Raisaal
Classification: Great House
Socioeconomic Rating: 7.5
Colors: Dark grey, red, and black. High-ranking members of the house also include white in extremely formal situations.
General Description: House Raisaal has ousted Urbain, taking its place among the Great Houses of the Final Empire. Forged in the fires of discipline and loyalty, the Raisaal are nearly unmatched in raw combat skill. Their hazekillers provide the best security and protection within the empire, and the House itself, while it has not borne a full Mistborn in over a dozen generations, produces a great number of skilled allomancers. Other Houses may be larger, or wealthier, or more powerful, but Raisaal is unmatched in martial skill.

Character Information
Head: Victre Raisaal
Heir: Lucar Raisaal
Player Members:
-Umbra Raisaal
NPC Members:
Clefae Raisaal
Gyrar Raisaal
Luxia Raisaal

Inquisition Notes

Ascension Date: 917
Allomancy: A-
Integrity: B+

This "new" Great House actually has a parasitic relationship with House Urbain. When we killed Lord Urbain, Raisaal immediately seized the opportunity to ascend again. The two houses have complementary businesses, and while Urbain was more mercantile, Raisaal is militaristic, and so Raisaal has always flourished in times of crisis. Raisaal actually took over Keep Urbain, though records show that the keep was originally a Raisaal one. They've eaten each other for centuries. Right now, Urbain grudgingly grovels to Victre.

They hire out mercenaries, most notably hazekillers, which they proclaim to be the best hazekillers in the Empire. Raisaal is not incorrect in their assessment: every member of Raisaal is trained from an early age in combat, and when they become of age, many serve under alternate identities and are hired to Raisaal's clients like any other hazekiller. So, if you want to assassinate someone, I would strongly advise to avoid Raisaals if you'd like your assassins to continue living. Additionally, Raisaal is strong Allomantically, with many Mistings. They are quite a pure line. I suspect more than a bit of Urbain's Allomancy comes from Raisaal.

Of the Great Houses, their military forces are the best--though Sureau has many troops, Raisaals are better, with far superior commanders, and while Venture and Deveaux are incredibly dangerous, Raisaal still makes combat their singular goal. The only reason they are ranked as low as they are is due to a lack of ludicrous wealth that the other Great Houses have access to. Proper training is expensive, and as expensive as Raisaal hazekillers and mercenaries are, margins are not phenomenal. Still, during these years, business has been booming for them.

House Raisaal also has an immensely secretive contract with the Ministry and the Lord Ruler, one which is not to be spoken of except to your most trusted confidants. The contract involves the formation of a group of hidden assassins to do special tasks for the Lord Ruler, ones that are too sensitive to deal with an Inquisitor or other means. These "Black Haze," as they are known, are the best of the best, and are not to be taken lightly. I have confirmed that an individual Black Haze member has killed a Mistborn in single combat. And while I cannot determine who specifically the Black Haze are--I believe the full list is only known in the Lord Ruler's memories, or with Lord Raisaal--I estimate there are somewhere between ten and fifteen members (though this is speculative), and they are all in the Central Dominance. Be wary.

Raisaal is not someone who you will need to immediately worry about, though perhaps in the longer term, especially given their upcoming alliance with Elariel, which will probably signal long term changes in Central politics. Still, there are more prudent targets for you, which I hope I have persuaded you are more vital targets. You need not waste resources on this "new" Great House only to be met with shocking resistance. If you do strike them, do so with overwhelming force and do so in a single instant. But that would play your hand quite spectacularly, would it not, my friend? Don't be foolish. For their obvious military threat, I assess a Danger Rating of A-.

Home & Wealth
Current Location: Luthadel
Ancestral Home: Lakeside, Central Dominance
Financial Avenue: Security and weapons. Raisaal trains and maintains a veritable army of the undisputed best hazekillers within the Final Empire, holding a near-stranglehold on the private security market. Known for their martial skill, tactical intelligence, discipline, and complete discretion, Raisaal hazekillers are used by many noble houses and Ministry officials. In addition, Raisaal manufactures their own hazekiller gear and weaponry, considered among the highest quality. House Raisaal, since it’s ascension, has begun growing interests in other industries, but their primary wealth and power come from their hazekillers.

-Venture – [Positive] – Good dealings and pleasant meetings between these houses have led to a positive relationship.
-Elariel – [Friendly*] – This is a secret alliance as the other Great Houses knowing of it could destroy the notion of Elariel neutrality. However, the two Great Houses are quite close, for several reasons...
-Deveaux – [Neutral] – Deveaux and Raisaal have peaceful relations, the latter too new to the political scene to have tipped the balance one way or another.
-Sureau – [Enemy] – Sureau would much rather Raisaal fall so that Urbain may return to prominence
-Hasting – [Negative] – Hasting is too close to Sureau to be trusted. Or liked.
-Tekiel – [Positive] – Good dealings and pleasant meetings between these houses have led to a positive relationship.
-Lekal – [Ally] – Dealings between Raisaal and Lekal have been mutually beneficial for centuries.
-Casuana – [Negative] – A number of broken contracts, as well as competition in the weapons market, have soured relations between these two Great Houses.
-Fathvell – [Neutral]

The Steel Ministry: Raisaal provides hazekiller security for designated obligators within the Steel Ministry, within every Canton.
House Venture: House Venture hires Raisaal hazekiller trainers, as well as maintains an ongoing contract for on-demand personal security when traveling.
House Lekal: Lekal supplies Raisaal with food in exchange for security services.
House Elariel: Following the rescue of Daerra Elariel by Raisaal haze killers, the Elariels have hired their haze killers solely from the Raisaal ranks, and use those they hire to train their own. Many think this is just the Elariel's looking to buy the best, but in truth the Elariels are receiving Raissal trained haze killers at a discounted rate in exchange for helping House Raisaal attain and maintain their rank as a Great House.

Governance & Customs
House Raisaal is run by the head of the House (known internally as the Captain-General) who selects an heir from the main line of the family. The heir is usually the first-born, but this is not a requirement; the Captain-General may select any child of the main line they deem most suited to ensure Raisaal strength and glory.

House Raisaal has several branches that spring from the main line, each with it’s own head (Captain) who defer and report to the Captain General. They have authority over how their branch is run, with the veto power of the Captain-General on all matters except the designation of branch heir. These Captains form the Raisaal Inner Council, who will also select from among themselves a new Captain-General in the event the current head dies and leaves no heir.

Not only do they train the best hazekillers in the empire, they count themselves among their ranks. All children of Raisaal are trained in combat from the time they can walk unaided. At age eighteen they may choose to end their training, if personal interests find them desiring a different occupation. Those that remain in the ranks will, at the age of twenty, spend six years as hired hazekillers under assumed identities, treated as any other rank-and-file hazekiller. At the end of their six years, they will return and retake their positions within the family. What they choose to do with their lives left to their own discretion, save that they retain their rank and responsibility within the Raisaal forces as needed.

Raisaal does not administer a beating to induce allomancy, as other noble houses do. Instead, an attack on the keep is staged in which the children believe they are honestly fighting for their lives. They are pressed to their limits in this attack, and often made to believe someone close to them has been killed. It is an extremely effective method, and one in which the Raisaal believe accounts for the high number of allomancers within their House.


House Raisaal traces it’s origins back to before the founding of the Final Empire, when Archia Raisaal swore herself, her family, and her sword to the Lord Ruler upon his ascension. Little is known of Archia, but her skill as a warrior persists within Raisaal legend to this day, and the Raisaal style of unarmed combat was developed by the woman herself.


Keep Description

Keep Raisaal is located approximately halfway between the Zinc Gate and Kredik Shaw, in the eastern half of Luthadel.

A bit smaller than the Keeps of the other Great Houses, Keep Raisaal is constructed for defense, efficiency, and tactics. The exterior consists of a stone wall twenty feet high, running in a circle around the inner Keep. The front entrance consists of a high, thick wooden door, flanked on either side by short guard towers. Every ninety degrees around the circle of the outer wall is another entrance, much smaller but more often used and no less defended.

Inside the front gates, a great courtyard covers nearly half the interior. Well maintained and tended, the western half of the courtyard contains training fields, barracks, and officers quarters for those not of the Raisaal blood. The eastern half is meant for parties and entertaining, consisting of open courtyard with benches, a central fountain, and the gardens, which while lovely, are actually designed to provide food in the event of a siege.

On the upper hemisphere of the inner walls is the keep itself, a massive fortress, it’s sheer walls rising seven stories into the sky.

Between the keep and the courtyards is the central tower, a circular column of stone rising twelve stories into the sky. The central tower is where the main ballroom is located, taking up the first through fourth floors, with stairs and platforms rising along the inner walls. Below is the private training room of the Raisaal family.

[To be completed]

#2959456 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 30 September 2013 - 02:13 AM in Keeps

Victre looked up from the reports he'd been perusing, giving the footman a level look, his eyes hard. "You cannot be serious," he said after several seconds of pregnant silence.

He didn't wait for the man to speak again, setting the papers down and rising to his feet. In a moment, he was past the man and out the door, heading for the central training hall. His children would be there; they always were, like clockwork, at this time of day. As he passed through the corridors, he wondered what could be going through Lucar's mind. Wandering the halls of the keep in one of his sister's gowns? Part of him thought it must be a joke, but he knew his servants and soldiers well enough to know when they were pulling a fast one.

His mind was already working on damage control. Servants gossiped, after all.

He came to a halt outside the training room, his hand raised to push the door open and demand an explanation. But he stopped, frozen in place as he listened.


The sound quenched the burning anger inside him instantly, and slowly, he peeked in through the open crack of the doorway. Sure enough, his son was in a dress, on the floor. His sister lay across him, her face red and tears streaming from her eyes as she laughed. Genuine laughter, full and rich with the slightest tinkle, echoing off the walls. The look on his son's face was no less amused, but Victre saw the pride and happiness in his eyes, and in that moment, he knew what the reason for this was.

A smile forming on his own face, without a word he silently closed the door and returned to his office.

#2959455 Shiv's Attached NPCs

Posted by Shivertongue on 30 September 2013 - 01:55 AM in Non-Player Characters

Name: Victre Raisaal
Gender: Male
Pertinent Information: Father of Lucar and Umbra Raisaal, and current head of House Raisaal. A non-allomancer, but a very capable combatant and financial strategist who brought his house out from the shadow of Urbain.

#2959453 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 30 September 2013 - 01:32 AM in Keeps

Umbra lost it. She stuttered and sputtered, trying to form words and failing as every sound turned into a giggle. Lucar had to work hard to keep his composure as his little sister broke down into full-blown laughter, leaning her weight on the cane to keep from falling over.

It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from joining her.

"You-- That-- You actually--"

Lucar couldn't help himself; a grin came over his face. He hadn't seen Umbra so happy in years, and it was more than worth making a fool of himself. Their father likely wouldn't approve once the rumors got to him, and it might take some damage control to keep this event from reaching the public, but at the moment, he didn't care. She couldn't vocalize it, but he knew what she was trying to say.

"You didn't think I'd do it, did you?" He asked, grinning wider. "Silly little sister, there's not depths I will not sink to to make you smile. But," his eyes twinkled, and he suddenly dropped to the floor, sweeping a leg toward her cane, "you realized you've left yourself op-AHH!"

His foot caught on the ruffles of the dress, throwing him off-balance and head-first into the floor.

#2959450 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 30 September 2013 - 01:00 AM in Keeps

Lucar ignored the looks of the guards and servants as he strode through the corridors to the semi-isolated training hall in the center of the keep. There were fortunately few witnesses, but by the murmurs he overheard, he knew it would be spread throughout the keep by dinner. He didn't let that deter him, his steps confident, heels clicking on the stone floors like coins against wooden armor.

She was waiting when he arrived, dressed in nondescript training attire that was cut for the Raisaal style of combat. Her eyes seemed to dart about, as if expecting an attack from the shadows - a reasonable thing, considering he did that often enough. Despite years of trying, Lucar could never completely win at ambushing his little sister.

He smirked, giving his neck a quick crack. That was going to change; she was prepared for an ambush, but not an ambush like this. He waited until she turned her back to his door, then threw it open, burning a bit of Steel as he shot a coin at her back.

As expected, she felt the attack coming and jumped, spinning in the air to face him. The moment she did, he was in the air, pushing against an ingot set into the floor to propel himself further. The skirts fluttered as he flipped and spun, landing only a few feet from his sister, sinking into a ready position as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

He grinned as she caught sight of him, one hand reaching up to adjust the shoulder of the red dress - she was right, it really wasn't meant for his frame. "I know what you're thinking," he said, running a hand through his hair and striking a pose. "Lord Ruler, Lucar Raisaal looks damn good in red."

#2959448 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 30 September 2013 - 12:23 AM in Keeps

Lucar laughed as Umbra playfully shoved him out the door, closing it behind him. Shaking his head, he moved into a slow jog down the hall to his own chambers. As if she could beat him to the training hall.

Once inside his chambers, Lucar stripped out of his coat and trousers, his mind idly playing her words back, and the smile on her face as she had teased him. It was so good to see her smiling again. In the two years since the fire there had too few instances of true happiness in his twin, he himself - despite winning at humor - only able to occasionally crack the smallest of smiles from her.

Pulling open his wardrobe, he began sorting through, searching for a set of training clothes. A small frown crossed over his face, and his hand suddenly struck his forehead. Of course. The laundress had come by this morning and scolded him for not calling her up sooner; all of his workout clothing was in the wash now, and his wardrobe was filled with dress uniforms and Raisaal hazekiller attire - neither of which was suitable for a simple sparring match with Umbra.

He stood there, cognizant of the fact that this delay would mean Umbra might actually make it to sparring before he did, ending his perfect winning record. Cracking the door open, he saw Umbra leaving, rushing down the hall.

And leaving her door open.

Lucar stared for a moment, and his lips slowly curved into a smile. He could let her win this one. He could win through other means.

#2959446 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 29 September 2013 - 11:29 PM in Keeps

He would not force her, of course, although he supposed it was within his power as heir to order Umbra to attend in whatever he told her to. But ordering his sister... no. He could not do that. Theirs was a partnership, and while he may officially be her superior, he would never see her as anything less than an equal. If she chose to not wear a gown, then that would be that.

Still... he could remember the look on her face the last time she had worn a gown, so many years ago. They did not get the chance to dress in formal clothing often, their wardrobes since they began their training consisting of workout clothing and Raisaal military uniforms, both practical and ceremonial. Dressing fancy was a luxury, and one they had reveled in every chance they had. They could act like other nobles for a time, and not as the soldiers and trained killers they had been forged into.

It almost felt like another life, now. They could not get that life back, but he knew he could bring back that smile.

She turned suddenly, and held the dress up to him, the corners of her lips failing to fight back a grin. "Since you like it so much, you could try wearing it yourself," she teased. "I'm sure it would look lovely on you. You might even win at wearing dresses, don't you think?"

Lucar cocked an eyebrow, meeting her eyes. "MIGHT win?" he asked, the words sounding foreign. He took the dress from her, holding it closer to himself. He smirked, glancing down at the gown and then back up to her. "You know full well, my dearest little sister, that I would look just as stunning as you in this. There is no 'might'."

#2959444 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 29 September 2013 - 10:56 PM in Keeps

Lucar wasn't up on the current fashions - self-imposed seclusion had kept him out of the loop - but he didn't expect much would have changed in two years. The red dress was in a classic style, and the classics never truly faded. He supposed, however, it would be better for a new dress to be made; they were a Great House now, and Umbra could not attend a ball wearing something that wasn't new. It would send the wrong message to the other Great Houses, and begin rumors that perhaps Raisaal's finances were not as strong as they should be.

"It shows too much." His heart broke at the longing in her voice, despite how she tried to mask it. "Even with long gloves, it wouldn't look right."

He cocked an eyebrow at this, tilting his head to one side. "Whatever are you talking about?" he asked, stepping into the room. it was a stupid question, one that he already knew the answer to, but he felt he had to voice it. "If this gown shows too much, then we can have another made that will cover more and make every man at the ball wish that it didn't."

It wasn't a matter of modesty, not in the normal sense. He knew and understood her reasons, even if he did not agree with them. She was as beautiful as she ever was; any who could not see past her scars did not deserve her attention.

#2959442 Feeling Pretty

Posted by Shivertongue on 29 September 2013 - 09:23 PM in Keeps

It was said that twins often had a sixth sense in regards to each other, an unknown and inexplicable ability to understand what the other was thinking, or even what they were doing at a given time. Many people believed it, or claimed to, likely because it added to the mystique of the phenomenon of multiple human births.

Lucar thought it was stupid.

He didn't discount the accuracy of the idea, just the methods people assumed were in play. He couldn't read Umbra's mind, not in the sense that people thought. It wasn't anything mystical or magical; it was far more accurate to equate it with the way a skilled Soother or Rioter could read the emotions of people to better manipulate them. He knew what Umbra was thinking, because he knew her mind better than he knew his own. He couldn't read her thoughts because he didn't need to, nor did she need to read his.

His boots clopped softly against the stone floors of Keep Raisaal, walking a path that he was surprised was not worn into the floor by now. Honestly, he didn't know how other people got by without such a strong connection and understanding with another person. Not having Umbra felt as alien as not having arms, or not knowing how to breath.


He ignored the phantom burning sensation along the scars beneath his coat.

He knew where she was. He'd known where she would be the moment he'd seen the invitation. Addressed to him, but already opened, the paper laid flat against the dining room table, envelope torn open and discarded. It mattered not to him that Umbra was reading his mail; they kept no secrets, other than each others.

An invitation to the Elariel Ball in one weeks time. The name sent a wave through him, emotions too mixed to properly identify, fear and hope chief among them. It seemed somehow... fitting that the last people to see them before their forced seclusion were the first to be hosting them upon their return.

He paused, thinking about that for a moment. Fitting? Perhaps a better word was "ironic." He nodded, his pace quickening by a hair. Irony was better. It held greater potential for cruelty.

He stopped at the door to his sister's chambers. It was open, kerosene lamps within sending long shadows dancing across the wide corridor. He leaned silently against the doorframe, watching as she stood in front of a full-length mirror, several gowns in hand. He'd known she would be here, of course, and he'd know what she would be doing. There had not been time nor need, during their recovery, to bother with fashion and luxury, but he knew the invitation would have sparked it in her, as much as it sparked the longing within him. Different needs, for different reasons.

"You always looked lovely in the red, little sister," he said softly as she held two gowns up to her slender frame. "Do you think the ruffles are still in fashion?"