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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jan 28, 2016 5:58:33 GMT
((Hey. Roleplaying takes time and effort, and I've had many things to do today. It's not like I'm going to wait a few more days before replying. And whether I reply to Cosmere or CaC2 first is up to me and me alone.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jan 28, 2016 13:48:51 GMT
(( NightBlade: Hey, calm down. He replied to both threads in the end. And you don't know why he replied to one before the other- but maybe it's because he know what he was going to say here better than he did for CaC2, so he wanted to get what he had planned down so then he could focus on what he was going to do on CaC2. I know I've done that more than a few times.)) ((*reply to be added*))
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 28, 2016 14:07:05 GMT
(Woah wait--It was just a very mild, not-actually-angry protest to poke fun. If I was actually mad I would have invoked dragons and Mandalorians. You guys have never really seen me angry--ok maybe once a long time ago. But alright, I'll leave with my tail tucked...)
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Post by Elytra on Jan 29, 2016 20:07:54 GMT
((I've seen him angry before, and trust me, you don't want to.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jan 29, 2016 21:57:34 GMT
(( NightBlade : Ah. Sorry. I misinterpreted your post.)) As the Blade formed, Kisma hissed in a breath. Shardblade . . . Storm it; Brune didn't have a chance now. Not on his own. Did he? Hopefully, they wouldn't have to find out. Kisma pulled her leg over the saddle and slid to the ground, landing with a highly undignified "Oof!" Zahi's voice squeaked by her ear: "What are you doing?" "Something stupid," she muttered in reply- because that was better than saying she had no idea. She picked herself up, glad she hadn't broken anything, and looked again to see if Brune was still alive.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 7, 2016 13:00:42 GMT
((*casually bumps thread* Lylyss? I believe it's your turn. 'S fine if you're busy or whatever, just making sure you didn't just forget.))
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Post by Lylyss on Feb 7, 2016 23:48:28 GMT
((Gah, sorry folks, totally slipped my mind. I'll get right to work.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 7, 2016 23:51:39 GMT
(('Tis fine. Looking forward to your post. )
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Post by Lylyss on Feb 8, 2016 2:43:43 GMT
((Hmm…Hemalurgy isn't as widely used as Kell's suggesting. Only Steel Inquisitors have spikes.)) Gali scowled. "Even I know that isn't so. Allomancers are nobles, Romnau. You can't kill mercenary noble after mercenary noble and expect more mercenaries to keep joining up. Empires don't run that way. Not even the Final Empire." She rubbed her hands together and licked her dry lips. The lack of pewter burning in her chest grated. She'd need to get out soon if only to burn pewter where no one was around. "I trust you less than Breighton. You've proved untrustworthy. Breighton hasn't yet."
Chazan held up a pair of oversized men's leggings. The waistband was so broad two men Jove's size could have fitted inside. "What do you suppose Lord Deidoa uses these for?" A smile tugged at his mouth. He dropped the leggings and moved on to a pile of vests. "What colours do you prefer, Jove? Or, should I say, Lord Jove?"
The Ryshadium nickered at Brune and turned to snap at him. The Shardbearer blocked the blow with his arm. Mist coalesced into the shape of a sword as tall as Brune. Light glinted off beads of water on the metal. The Shardbearer stepped forward and swung at Brune's midsection with lightning speed. ((Duly noted. ;) )) "Pastels. His lordship has quite a collection." Jove held up a powder-blue vest lined with blushy peach satin. "Perhaps we could pair this with the violet leggings and paisley cape?" Ollin groaned. "Child. We're not trying to make a fashion statement." ______________ "Regardless, Breighton thinks of you as a disposable tool. As for untrustworthy..." Kell shrugged. "I brought you here, didn't I? Saved your life?" (( NightBlade : Ah. Sorry. I misinterpreted your post.)) As the Blade formed, Kisma hissed in a breath. Shardblade . . . Storm it; Brune didn't have a chance now. Not on his own. Did he? Hopefully, they wouldn't have to find out. Kisma pulled her leg over the saddle and slid to the ground, landing with a highly undignified "Oof!" Zahi's voice squeaked by her ear: "What are you doing?" "Something stupid," she muttered in reply- because that was better than saying she had no idea. She picked herself up, glad she hadn't broken anything, and looked again to see if Brune was still alive. Brune stumbled back, feeling a swoosh of air as the blade swept past. Two inches closer and his soul would have been severed--a heedless grin tugged at his mouth. Here goes everything.
Once the Shardbearer's blade was at the height of its swipe, Brune lunged forward, stabbing at the eye-slits in the man's armor.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 9, 2016 6:21:05 GMT
"Pastels. His lordship has quite a collection." Jove held up a powder-blue vest lined with blushy peach satin. "Perhaps we could pair this with the violet leggings and paisley cape?" Ollin groaned. "Child. We're not trying to make a fashion statement." ______________ "Regardless, Breighton thinks of you as a disposable tool. As for untrustworthy..." Kell shrugged. "I brought you here, didn't I? Saved your life?" Chazan rubbed his chin. "Blue and peach. Mmm. No, I think…" He discarded a pair of yellow polkadot leggings and chose a pair of a darker blue pastel, a white shirt, and a midnight blue cape. "This is what I'd suggest. Although Deezy always used to say I had little sense when it came to Imperial fashion." He glanced at Ollin. "What do you think?"
Gali groaned. "Oh please. Don't tell me you were motivated by any sort of chivalric honour. Let me see. Untrustworthy." She raised a finger. "The lies." Another finger. "The betrayal." A third finger. "The manipulation." A fourth. "The spectacles. They make you look like a skinny, sallow obligator." She smirked at him. "Oh wait." The immense Shardblade had concealed the Shardbearer's other hand as the blade swept past Brune's stomach. As Brune lunged, the Shardbearer's fist was already speeding toward the centre of his chest. The Shardbearer arrested the movement of his own blade and brought it down on Brune's.
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Post by Lylyss on Feb 10, 2016 10:03:12 GMT
Chazan rubbed his chin. "Blue and peach. Mmm. No, I think…" He discarded a pair of yellow polkadot leggings and chose a pair of a darker blue pastel, a white shirt, and a midnight blue cape. "This is what I'd suggest. Although Deezy always used to say I had little sense when it came to Imperial fashion." He glanced at Ollin. "What do you think?"
Gali groaned. "Oh please. Don't tell me you were motivated by any sort of chivalric honour. Let me see. Untrustworthy." She raised a finger. "The lies." Another finger. "The betrayal." A third finger. "The manipulation." A fourth. "The spectacles. They make you look like a skinny, sallow obligator." She smirked at him. "Oh wait."
The immense Shardblade had concealed the Shardbearer's other hand as the blade swept past Brune's stomach. As Brune lunged, the Shardbearer's fist was already speeding toward the centre of his chest. The Shardbearer arrested the movement of his own blade and brought it down on Brune's. "Perfect." Ollin nodded in approval. Her son, however, frowned the loss of his blue-and-peach suit. "Let us compromise." Jove held up a paisley necktie. "I shall agree to the suggested ensemble, so long as I am allowed to wear this lovely cravat. Is it not a comely color, Mommy? The very same blue as my eyes?" Ollin huffed in amusement. "Child. We don't have time for this. Take your clothes from Master Chazan and get dressed in the other room." ____________ Kell rolled his eyes. "Psh. I made up for the first first two. Where would you be without my safe house? As for manipulation--poppycock. Fiddlesticks. Bumblypumpkins. You asked for my advice, then accused me of manipulation when it wasn't to your liking. Who's the manipulator now, I wonder?" ____________ Oof! The Shardbearer's punch sent Brune skidding across the gravel. Thankfully, kept his sword--he clutched it with a deathgrip--and the blow knocked him out of the Shardblade's reach. Temporarily. Where's that storming herald?
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 11, 2016 8:16:19 GMT
"Perfect." Ollin nodded in approval. Her son, however, frowned the loss of his blue-and-peach suit. "Let us compromise." Jove held up a paisley necktie. "I shall agree to the suggested ensemble, so long as I am allowed to wear this lovely cravat. Is it not a comely color, Mommy? The very same blue as my eyes?" Ollin huffed in amusement. "Child. We don't have time for this. Take your clothes from Master Chazan and get dressed in the other room." ____________ Kell rolled his eyes. "Psh. I made up for the first first two. Where would you be without my safe house? As for manipulation--poppycock. Fiddlesticks. Bumblypumpkins. You asked for my advice, then accused me of manipulation when it wasn't to your liking. Who's the manipulator now, I wonder?" ____________ Oof! The Shardbearer's punch sent Brune skidding across the gravel. Thankfully, kept his sword--he clutched it with a deathgrip--and the blow knocked him out of the Shardblade's reach. Temporarily. Where's that storming herald?Chazan tossed the pile of clothes into Jove's arms. "Do what your mother says."
"You wouldn't have had to make up if you'd been trustworthy in the first place." Gali raised her eyebrows at him. "You've still got a long way to go, Romnau, before I even think about trusting you." She stood and moved to the shelf of dusty cans. "Where's the can opener? I'm going hunting after this."
The Shardbearer wasted no time. He leapt after Brune as the man skidded backwards and slashed his Shardblade in a broad arc too low to duck.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 13, 2016 2:04:55 GMT
Storm it all. Kisma scowled, watching the fight. This was far out of her control. If she got between the two, she'd probably end up dead. If she tried distracting them- which had been her sort-of-but-not-really idea- one of them would probably end up dead. And by one of them, she meant Brune. What now . . .
Surely Brune and the soldier had some kind of a plan? She glanced around, scanning her surroundings until she spotted the soldier, and then- slightly reluctantly- jogged towards him.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 13, 2016 5:50:56 GMT
Daradin sat up groaning. He rubbed the back of his head and found a lump the size of a rockbud. Maybe slightly smaller. He blinked through blurry vision and suddenly registered the girl approaching him. Wait a second—weren't we meant to rescue her?
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Post by Lylyss on Feb 13, 2016 9:48:35 GMT
Chazan tossed the pile of clothes into Jove's arms. "Do what your mother says."
"You wouldn't have had to make up if you'd been trustworthy in the first place." Gali raised her eyebrows at him. "You've still got a long way to go, Romnau, before I even think about trusting you." She stood and moved to the shelf of dusty cans. "Where's the can opener? I'm going hunting after this."
The Shardbearer wasted no time. He leapt after Brune as the man skidded backwards and slashed his Shardblade in a broad arc too low to duck. "Well..." Kell stared at the groaning shelf of cans. Black beans, green beans, peaches, brown-eyed peas. Oh the irony. He had forgotten to pack a can opener. "I'm not sure." _______________ Brune rolled away from the Shardblade, which whistled through the air just a few inches to his right. Keep moving. Keep moving. Got to keep moving. He leapt up with a grunt and stabbed frantically at the Shardbearer's back. Earlier hits had cracked the plate, but this time Brune hoped to strike flesh. _______________ Jove vanished into the changing room, then reappeared a few minutes later. "Make way for his lordship!" He struck a pose. The cape fell in elegant lines from his shoulders, which nearly burst Pierre's silk shirt. Jove hadn't been able to fasten the last four buttons. "Do you not envy my chiseled physique?" Ollin clapped sarcastically.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 13, 2016 13:34:16 GMT
Daradin sat up groaning. He rubbed the back of his head and found a lump the size of a rockbud. Maybe slightly smaller. He blinked through blurry vision and suddenly registered the girl approaching him. Wait a second—weren't we meant to rescue her?"What were you thinking?" The words hissed out as soon as Kisma reached the soldier. "Taking on a Shardbearer? Are you crazy?" She paused, resignedly registering that he was staring around dazedly like he'd taken a knock to the head, and she should probably make sure . . . "Are you all right?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 15, 2016 7:45:06 GMT
"Well..." Kell stared at the groaning shelf of cans. Black beans, green beans, peaches, brown-eyed peas. Oh the irony. He had forgotten to pack a can opener. "I'm not sure." _______________ Brune rolled away from the Shardblade, which whistled through the air just a few inches to his right. Keep moving. Keep moving. Got to keep moving. He leapt up with a grunt and stabbed frantically at the Shardbearer's back. Earlier hits had cracked the plate, but this time Brune hoped to strike flesh. _______________ Jove vanished into the changing room, then reappeared a few minutes later. "Make way for his lordship!" He struck a pose. The cape fell in elegant lines from his shoulders, which nearly burst Pierre's silk shirt. Jove hadn't been able to fasten the last four buttons. "Do you not envy my chiseled physique?" Ollin clapped sarcastically. Gali thrust out a hand. "Give me your knife. I'll make them open." She turned to smirk at him. "Otherwise, my dear Romnau, we are going to starve in here surrounded by food."
The Shardbearer twirled as if the fight took little effort, his Blade screaming for Brune's neck.
Chazan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ollin. "I haven't been to Luthadel in many years. Are shirts this tight…fashionable?" "What were you thinking?" The words hissed out as soon as Kisma reached the soldier. "Taking on a Shardbearer? Are you crazy?" She paused, resignedly registering that he was staring around dazedly like he'd taken a knock to the head, and she should probably make sure . . . "Are you all right?" Daradin wilted under Kisma's onslaught. "And here I thought we were doing you a service. Rescuing the fair damsel in distress from her distressing circumstances and depressing captor." He shook his head. "There's gratitude for you." He stood, wobbling, dizzy in the head. Jolts of pain shot up and down his wounded leg. He gritted his teeth and spoke through them. "I'm fine. I've faced worse." Stonegold trotted over to them and butted Windrunner until the stallion neighed and stepped away. The Ryshadium mare stood over Kisma and Daradin like a hovering bird of prey, as if to say You ain't going nowhere.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 15, 2016 13:44:57 GMT
"What were you thinking?" The words hissed out as soon as Kisma reached the soldier. "Taking on a Shardbearer? Are you crazy?" She paused, resignedly registering that he was staring around dazedly like he'd taken a knock to the head, and she should probably make sure . . . "Are you all right?" Daradin wilted under Kisma's onslaught. "And here I thought we were doing you a service. Rescuing the fair damsel in distress from her distressing circumstances and depressing captor." He shook his head. "There's gratitude for you." He stood, wobbling, dizzy in the head. Jolts of pain shot up and down his wounded leg. He gritted his teeth and spoke through them. "I'm fine. I've faced worse." Stonegold trotted over to them and butted Windrunner until the stallion neighed and stepped away. The Ryshadium mare stood over Kisma and Daradin like a hovering bird of prey, as if to say You ain't going nowhere.Zahi's voice came altogether too close to Kisma's ear: "He's right. You are being supremely ungrateful." "Oh be quiet," Kisma muttered, hopefully too quietly for the soldier to hear. Out loud, she grudgingly said, "Yes, well . . . thank you. For the thought, at least. But, really- you're going to get yourselves killed, and I was trying to prevent that. Or did you not notice the bit where I went with him willingly because he said he was going to keep killing people unless I did?" As the Ryshadium's shadow fell over them, Kisma glanced up to glare at the horse. "Really? Go away." She turned back to Daradin. "Anyway. Did you have some sort of plan beyond 'attack the Shardbearer'? Or were you just going to make it up as you go along?" Zahi hummed disapprovingly. "You're being too hard on him. What did you say when I asked what you were doing just a few minutes ago? Hmm? 'Something stupid,' wasn't it?" Kisma scowled. Storming spren. " Shut. Up."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 16, 2016 7:03:42 GMT
Zahi's voice came altogether too close to Kisma's ear: "He's right. You are being supremely ungrateful." "Oh be quiet," Kisma muttered, hopefully too quietly for the soldier to hear. Out loud, she grudgingly said, "Yes, well . . . thank you. For the thought, at least. But, really- you're going to get yourselves killed, and I was trying to prevent that. Or did you not notice the bit where I went with him willingly because he said he was going to keep killing people unless I did?" As the Ryshadium's shadow fell over them, Kisma glanced up to glare at the horse. "Really? Go away." She turned back to Daradin. "Anyway. Did you have some sort of plan beyond 'attack the Shardbearer'? Or were you just going to make it up as you go along?" Zahi hummed disapprovingly. "You're being too hard on him. What did you say when I asked what you were doing just a few minutes ago? Hmm? 'Something stupid,' wasn't it?" Kisma scowled. Storming spren. " Shut. Up." Daradin clutched his head. "This is unheard of. Never before in the entire cosmere has an event of this magnitude transpired. The fair damsel doesn't want to be rescued." He glanced up at her. "I have to write a poem about this. Yes. I'll call it The Tale of the Demurring Demure." He smacked his fist into his palm. "And…the rescue attempt happened to be Brune's idea, and I tried my hardest to dissuade him. Talk to your lover if you want to know his plans."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 17, 2016 0:46:50 GMT
Zahi's voice came altogether too close to Kisma's ear: "He's right. You are being supremely ungrateful." "Oh be quiet," Kisma muttered, hopefully too quietly for the soldier to hear. Out loud, she grudgingly said, "Yes, well . . . thank you. For the thought, at least. But, really- you're going to get yourselves killed, and I was trying to prevent that. Or did you not notice the bit where I went with him willingly because he said he was going to keep killing people unless I did?" As the Ryshadium's shadow fell over them, Kisma glanced up to glare at the horse. "Really? Go away." She turned back to Daradin. "Anyway. Did you have some sort of plan beyond 'attack the Shardbearer'? Or were you just going to make it up as you go along?" Zahi hummed disapprovingly. "You're being too hard on him. What did you say when I asked what you were doing just a few minutes ago? Hmm? 'Something stupid,' wasn't it?" Kisma scowled. Storming spren. " Shut. Up." Daradin clutched his head. "This is unheard of. Never before in the entire cosmere has an event of this magnitude transpired. The fair damsel doesn't want to be rescued." He glanced up at her. "I have to write a poem about this. Yes. I'll call it The Tale of the Demurring Demure." He smacked his fist into his palm. "And…the rescue attempt happened to be Brune's idea, and I tried my hardest to dissuade him. Talk to your lover if you want to know his plans." "Well, then, I suppose I just made history." Kisma's scowl deepened. How dare he . . . "He is not my lover, and if you suggest again that he is, I'll hit you. Hard." She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down and unclench her fists and try to refocus her annoyance to where it actually belonged- except, she kept on coming up with him as the most aggravating part of her day. So instead she turned on her heel and started back towards Brune and the Shardbearer. "But- fine. Since you're being unhelpful, I will go talk to him, and see if I can keep someone from getting killed while I'm at it. Have fun writing your poem." She took exactly five steps across the dusty plain before a thought occurred to her and she whirled back around. "Wait a moment. Did you know something about this? Something you didn't tell me earlier?" That comment he'd made . . . the one about how maybe the attacking army was looking for a pretty face . . . she'd assumed it was flirting, but what if it hadn't been? It was, after all, an extraordinary coincidence . . .
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 18, 2016 2:06:18 GMT
"Well, then, I suppose I just made history." Kisma's scowl deepened. How dare he . . . "He is not my lover, and if you suggest again that he is, I'll hit you. Hard." She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down and unclench her fists and try to refocus her annoyance to where it actually belonged- except, she kept on coming up with him as the most aggravating part of her day. So instead she turned on her heel and started back towards Brune and the Shardbearer. "But- fine. Since you're being unhelpful, I will go talk to him, and see if I can keep someone from getting killed while I'm at it. Have fun writing your poem." She took exactly five steps across the dusty plain before a thought occurred to her and she whirled back around. "Wait a moment. Did you know something about this? Something you didn't tell me earlier?" That comment he'd made . . . the one about how maybe the attacking army was looking for a pretty face . . . she'd assumed it was flirting, but what if it hadn't been? It was, after all, an extraordinary coincidence . . . Ah, they always denied it. Daradin grunted as he rose to his feet. He considered himself an expert on romance, and denial was always part of the game. Which made the reason for Kisma's scowl all too obvious. "That's a storming Shardbearer he's fighting, just to warn you…" Did these villagers have something like poisoned drinking water that rid them of all common sense? "And why would I have not said something earlier? I'm a scout, for Stormfather's sake. I told you everything I know."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 18, 2016 2:19:33 GMT
"Well, then, I suppose I just made history." Kisma's scowl deepened. How dare he . . . "He is not my lover, and if you suggest again that he is, I'll hit you. Hard." She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down and unclench her fists and try to refocus her annoyance to where it actually belonged- except, she kept on coming up with him as the most aggravating part of her day. So instead she turned on her heel and started back towards Brune and the Shardbearer. "But- fine. Since you're being unhelpful, I will go talk to him, and see if I can keep someone from getting killed while I'm at it. Have fun writing your poem." She took exactly five steps across the dusty plain before a thought occurred to her and she whirled back around. "Wait a moment. Did you know something about this? Something you didn't tell me earlier?" That comment he'd made . . . the one about how maybe the attacking army was looking for a pretty face . . . she'd assumed it was flirting, but what if it hadn't been? It was, after all, an extraordinary coincidence . . . Ah, they always denied it. Daradin grunted as he rose to his feet. He considered himself an expert on romance, and denial was always part of the game. Which made the reason for Kisma's scowl all too obvious. "That's a storming Shardbearer he's fighting, just to warn you…" Did these villagers have something like poisoned drinking water that rid them of all common sense? "And why would I have not said something earlier? I'm a scout, for Stormfather's sake. I told you everything I know." Kisma wavered a moment- he had a point; why wouldn't he have said something? "I don't know. Just . . ." She shook her head. Jumping to coincidences like I am . . . I definitely need to calm down. All the more reason to get away from the soldier, scout, whatever he was . . . "And yes, I am aware that's a 'storming Shardbearer.' I recall pointing that fact out to you not ten minutes ago. But someone has to do something. Anyway, he seems to want me alive, for whatever reason." Of course, come to think of it, there was just as good a chance that he'd simply kill her if she got in the way . . . "In any case, I don't see you proposing any brilliant ideas."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 18, 2016 2:30:53 GMT
Ah, they always denied it. Daradin grunted as he rose to his feet. He considered himself an expert on romance, and denial was always part of the game. Which made the reason for Kisma's scowl all too obvious. "That's a storming Shardbearer he's fighting, just to warn you…" Did these villagers have something like poisoned drinking water that rid them of all common sense? "And why would I have not said something earlier? I'm a scout, for Stormfather's sake. I told you everything I know." Kisma wavered a moment- he had a point; why wouldn't he have said something? "I don't know. Just . . ." She shook her head. Jumping to coincidences like I am . . . I definitely need to calm down. All the more reason to get away from the soldier, scout, whatever he was . . . "And yes, I am aware that's a 'storming Shardbearer.' I recall pointing that fact out to you not ten minutes ago. But someone has to do something. Anyway, he seems to want me alive, for whatever reason." Of course, come to think of it, there was just as good a chance that he'd simply kill her if she got in the way . . . "In any case, I don't see you proposing any brilliant ideas." Daradin waved a hand. "Forgive me if I sound heartless, but I'm not planning to help. I did my part and distracted the man long enough for Brune to whack him on the back. I am not sticking around long enough to have my soul hacked out of my body."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Feb 18, 2016 2:56:41 GMT
Kisma wavered a moment- he had a point; why wouldn't he have said something? "I don't know. Just . . ." She shook her head. Jumping to coincidences like I am . . . I definitely need to calm down. All the more reason to get away from the soldier, scout, whatever he was . . . "And yes, I am aware that's a 'storming Shardbearer.' I recall pointing that fact out to you not ten minutes ago. But someone has to do something. Anyway, he seems to want me alive, for whatever reason." Of course, come to think of it, there was just as good a chance that he'd simply kill her if she got in the way . . . "In any case, I don't see you proposing any brilliant ideas." Daradin waved a hand. "Forgive me if I sound heartless, but I'm not planning to help. I did my part and distracted the man long enough for Brune to whack him on the back. I am not sticking around long enough to have my soul hacked out of my body." Kisma opened her mouth to snap something, then shut it again upon reconsidering. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you for that." It was, after all, a far more sensible course of action than her own . . . but she couldn't just walk off and leave Brune to be killed, not without at least trying to help him. Somehow. She still wasn't quite sure how she was going to go about doing that. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing now, then. " Once again she set off- somewhat less resolutely than before- back towards the pair fighting.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Feb 29, 2016 6:37:55 GMT
(( Lylyss, it's your turn next. We understand you've had bad internet and been in the USA. Just a reminder. ))
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 2, 2016 4:09:27 GMT
((Gah, sorry folks! >.< One Cosmere post, coming right up! :) )) Daradin waved a hand. "Forgive me if I sound heartless, but I'm not planning to help. I did my part and distracted the man long enough for Brune to whack him on the back. I am not sticking around long enough to have my soul hacked out of my body." Kisma opened her mouth to snap something, then shut it again upon reconsidering. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you for that." It was, after all, a far more sensible course of action than her own . . . but she couldn't just walk off and leave Brune to be killed, not without at least trying to help him. Somehow. She still wasn't quite sure how she was going to go about doing that. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing now, then. " Once again she set off- somewhat less resolutely than before- back towards the pair fighting. "I'm unarmed, remember?" No way he was going to reveal his dagger. Anyway, Kell was willing to bet that Gali was hiding a weapon of her own. "What a pity. We escaped the Inquisitors, only to starve to death in our hideout." _______________ Ollin sighed. "I don't know... but that appears to be the largest shirt in Pierre's armoire. It'll have to do." "Excellent." Jove twirled his cape. "Now come! His lordship wishes to peruse the library." He strode out the door, delighting in the sharp clack clack clack that his new boots made on the stone floor. _______________ Brune ducked. Just in time. As the Shardblade whipped overhead, he dove forward and stabbed frantically at the eyeslits in the Shardbearer's helm.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 3, 2016 5:59:28 GMT
Gali rolled her eyes and stalked to the door. "If you're a Smoker, now would be a good time to burn it, because I'm going to use my pewter."
Chazan fell in behind Jove. "Shall I call a carriage, Lord Jove?"
The Shardbearer tilted his head, letting Brune's sword glance off the side of his helmet. With Brune practically in front of him, he dropped his Shardblade, the weapon vanishing to mist, and pounced on the merchant as if he were going to crush him.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 7, 2016 5:11:38 GMT
Gwyver Silure, hooded after the manner of Inquisitors who did not wish to make a scene, stared at the library which had once been Keep Kasbian. The monstrosity rose outlined in blue steelsight, a basilica with enormous glass windows at the top end. At least five Allomantic pulses beat hard in Gwyver's senses, all coming from the building. At least two Tineyes were on watch.
One side of Gwyver's mouth crooked up in a smile. His memories of the keep's last owner, Jandeu Kasbian, were vivid. A noble Rioter at the head of a skaa rebellion…Jandeu had got as far as the gates of Kredik Shaw before a skaa doorkeeper stabbed him in the back.
"Sir?"
Gwyver faded out of his reverie and cast a glance at the nervous Mistborn before him. "You will address me as my lord."
The Mistborn bowed. "Yes, my lord." He straightened. Waited. Shuffled his feet.
Gwyver glanced at the map outlaid in front of them. The outline of the Kasbian Library had been cut into the thin steel sheet. "It is time." He jerked on the nervous Mistborn's emotions, smoothing away his fear and Rioting his determination. "You will take the Thugs through the front. Storm the library and bring all Terrismen you find to me."
The Mistborn inclined his head this time. "Yes, my lord."
"Silence." Gwyver chose another Mistborn in the room and Rioted his attentiveness. "Your Tineyes and Coinshots will watch the top end with the windows. Make sure no one escapes." He tugged on the last Mistborn's arrogance. "Your Lurchers and Coinshots will surround the building. Draw the net tight. Let no one escape."
"Will we have Smokers, my lord?" asked one of the Mistborn.
Gwyver tilted his head back and took a deep breath through his nose before answering. "No. I want them to see us. See us and fear."
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Post by Lylyss on Mar 8, 2016 1:06:45 GMT
Gali rolled her eyes and stalked to the door. "If you're a Smoker, now would be a good time to burn it, because I'm going to use my pewter."
Chazan fell in behind Jove. "Shall I call a carriage, Lord Jove?"
The Shardbearer tilted his head, letting Brune's sword glance off the side of his helmet. With Brune practically in front of him, he dropped his Shardblade, the weapon vanishing to mist, and pounced on the merchant as if he were going to crush him. "Are you insane?" Kell leapt to his feet. "I'm no Smoker! They'll find us in an instant! Lord Ruler, woman..." He withdrew his knife, popped a container of peaches, and passed the can to Gali. ____________ "That would be lovely, Lord Chazan." Jove strode through the mansion, chest puffed up with pride. "Mommy and I shall await our carriage at the front gate." ____________ ((Umm. Help? Lol. It seems as though Kisma is coming, so I'll let her make a move before replying with Brune. Realistically, he couldn't fight a Shardbearer for long without some backup.)) ____________ ((Introducing some new characters! Name: Rivven Pronunciation: RIV-in, ryhmes with driven. Gender: Male Age: 18 Race: Halfblood skaa. Occupation: Crewleader (Lurcher) Description: A weedy little fellow. Still has that stretched, growing-boy look. Rivven’s hair is the color of dead grass, and his eyes are sage-green with flecks of gold. Wears the patched clothing of a textile worker. The jacket is much too short—barely covers his forearm—and several inches of ankle are exposed by Rivven’s trousers. Personality: Clever, responsible, but unusually self-conscious. Rivven has a lot to prove. He works hard to make up for his young age, and worries that older crew members will challenge his authority. History: Rivven’s early life was spent on the streets, first as a begger, then as a pickpocket, hunting for clips to take home to his family. Eventually he was recruited by a local thieving crew and discovered his Allomantic gift. Currently cares for his invalid father, despite their mutual dislike of each other. Weapons: Glass knives, dueling cane. Armor: Threadbare jacket and patched shirt. Abilities: Burns iron. Learns new skills quickly and speaks with articulate passion. Weaknesses: Very young—perhaps too young. Still has a lot to learn about leadership. Phyiscal weight is important for Lurchers, but unfortunately, Rivven is thin as a blade of grass. Other: None. I'll add my noble later--perhaps tomorrow? Fingers crossed. Gotta go play a boardgame with my family right now though.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 8, 2016 1:34:39 GMT
((Um. I have absolutely no idea what to do. Kisma is woefully underequipped for a fight (which I deeply regret . . .), which is half the reason I didn't have her intervene sooner. (Sorry about that.) I suppose that, at this point, since the Shardbearer's released his Blade and both Brune and the Shardbearer are getting a bit tired out, she could theoretically try to get in between them (not necessarily literally, given the Shardbearer's last action) and try to talk the fight to a close. The issue would be if the Shardbearer crushes Brune before Kisma can do anything about it . . . any chance Brune can dodge/drop-and-roll one more time to avoid the crush and then Kisma can get in there? (If not, that's fine; it'll just mean Kisma will have to try to pull the Shardbearer off Brune, so to speak.))) ((I'll hopefully have my characters figured out and posted by tomorrow evening. They're probably going to be related, surprise, surprise. 99% that one of them will be a Smoker, unless Dmitri creates one first (though s/he might be on the more minor/less active side).)) ((Enjoy the board game!))
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