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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jun 23, 2015 11:33:52 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon Pendragon: Sounds great. My character will be up sometime today. Also, thanks for making the blog, since I've been forgetting to update the first post. xD))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jun 25, 2015 7:51:20 GMT
((Well, we also haven't progressed much with this battle since it began. I don't think there's been much need of updating so far.))
At the entrance to the Linwhistle Hotel, Chazan stepped aside to make room for an elderly Terrisman and bowed. Perhaps he was Master Vaht of the Governor's household, but his position would never trump reverence for the wisdom of the elders. The Terrisman looked up. Thick grey eyebrows shadowed green-brown eyes narrowing in recognition. Shock stung Chazan's bones. He knew this man. He also knew he had been in Tathingdwen recently. He just hadn't expected to see him. Not as they had parted last. Master Zalwen, a member of the Synod. The Keeper gripped his arm and led him aside, waving to his young servant to stand back. The elderly Terrisman's eyes burned, but he kept his powerful voice low. "You are, I presume, still insistent on your…decision, Master Vaht?" Zalwen laced the title with a good deal of scorn. Which fit, considering that Chazan had only assumed the title for his disguise. Chazan's ire flamed nonetheless. He glared at the elder Terrisman. "Allow me to go my way, Master, and I will allow you to go yours. None of what I do will affect you or your associates." Zalwen snorted. "And what happens when the Lord Ruler sends koloss and Inquisitors upon the Terris Dominance, Chazan? What then? Will you challenge the Lord Ruler himself? Your thinking is too narrow, Master Vaht! The Lord Ruler will suffer no threat to his dominion." He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, then spoke through them. "You studied war back when you were a Keeper. You know this!" Chazan straightened his shoulders and removed Zalwen's arm from his hand. "Thank you for your concern, Master Zalwen. I have work to do." Zalwen huffed and waved his young servant back. The young Terrisman trotted over, and Master Zalwen lowered his voice as he addressed Chazan once more. "I am leaving Tathingdwen on the morrow, Chazan, around noon. I am staying with"—here his voice dropped—"Andwar the coppersmith. It is not too late to rescind your decision." Chazan gave a sharp nod. "Thank you, Master Zalwen. I appreciate your trust in my fidelity." "Fidelity?" Zalwen smirked, though his irritation still lurked in the furrows between his eyebrows. "Your loyalty is to Terris, Chazan. So is mine. Just…we act upon our loyalty in different ways." He inclined his head, stiff, but his brow creased less now. "I hope to see you before I leave. Master Vaht." Chazan raised an eyebrow at the lack of scorn in the title. Better to leave it unsaid, though. "Master Zalwen." He bowed again, waited for Zalwen and his servant—probably a Keeper-in-training—to leave, then entered the Linwhistle Hotel.
Gali scraped a carving knife down the edge of her duelling cane, cleaning away the crusted blood. She didn't like leaving a mess on her weapons for long. More often than not, the blood stained the wood. Not a bad look, she reasoned, but one that would tell the world she was a fighter. And she didn't want to tell any more of the world than was necessary. This blood had come from a no-name. A Soother beggar who had attempted to calm her before attacking. She'd broken his nose with the cane before breaking his arm with one sharp twist. Then she'd had to kill him. One less enemy in the world. She scowled. Enemies. She had enough of those. When she'd finished cleaning the cane, she wiped the knife on the hem of her ragged shirt and laid it on her lap, then eyed the thin envelope on the table in front of her with a good deal of dissatisfaction. She didn't like dealing with upper-ranked nobles, much less ones that sent envoys instead. But times were hard now, and she needed work. Even if she'd have to do an assassination run. Gali picked up the envelope and slit open the top with her knife, then dumped out the missive. She scanned the words quickly. Short—only two paragraphs long. She flipped it over. Nothing on the back. No hints as to the name or nature of her employer. Nothing but the job description. Another assassination. Her scowl pushed deeper lines into her face. Work was scarce, but why—why did she have to do another assassination? In Tathingdwen of all places? Tathingdwen wasn't like Luthadel—assassinations rarely went unnoticed. She reread the missive and squinted. The wording didn't say explicitly, but it sounded like her target was leaving Tathingdwen in a few days. The time frame she'd been given sounded as if the employer wanted it done quickly and obviously. Well, work was scarce. She relaxed her scowl and sighed. Oh well. Maybe it would open up new avenues for better work. More honourable work. Gali replaced the missive in the envelope, hid her carving knife and the letter in the inside pocket of her vest, and picked up her duelling cane. Work to be done.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 9, 2015 7:47:42 GMT
((These are just introductory posts, so not everything has to be this long. Just saying. ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 20, 2015 3:06:40 GMT
Chazan paused in the entrance of the hotel's common room and tapped two tinminds, searching the room with his intensified hearing and eyesight. No one looked particularly surprised at his appearance. Stewards came often enough to the Linwhistle Hotel. Hopefully the inhabitants would assume he was looking for his master or something.
Gali lay on a flat roof in Tathingdwen, out of sight of the passersby below, and waited. She'd done a pewter drag to get to Tathingdwen in time, and she was still recovering from the subsequent exhaustion. But she'd replenished her entire supply of pewter, with full metal inside her and four extra vials just in case. Now she waited.
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 20, 2015 10:18:43 GMT
((Name: Ollin Pronunciation: ALL-in Age: 54 Gender: Female Allomantic Alignment: Mistborn Description: A small, crouched woman, her back permanently bowed beneath the weight of old age. Wears yellow. Likes scarves. Currently has a paisley one cowled around her head, covering clouds of white hair. Has aged remarkably well. Pewter might have something to do with it. Most skaa would have collapsed long ago, but Ollin keeps plodding along, silent, determined, surviving. Personality: Tenacious. Stout-hearted. Unflinching. Ollin takes life one step at a time. She isn't afraid of death or pain, but places a high value on freedom. Spends her days in solitude. Starving for company. Feels like an annoyance to everyone around her. Doesn't want to be a burden, but can't deny that her body is failing, and isn't sure what will happen when she's unable to care for herself. History: Born on a skaa plantation. Grew up in fear that someone would discover her Allomantic gift--a fear that was eventually realized when an overseer struck Ollin and she retaliated by Pushing a nail through his gut. It was all over after that. The plantation lord forced her into serving his House. She only found the courage to escape when her first child, a girl, was slain by a pair of obligators. Afterward Ollin committed her life to helping half-blood children, training them, hiding them, loving them. Abilities: At 54, Ollin is well-versed in the nuances of Allomancy. While she might not be able to leap from building-to-building, her aim is impeccable, her wisdom unrivaled. Especially adept at Soothing and Rioting. Weapons: Stone dagger. Vials of metal. Pouch of coins. Armor: None. Weaknesses: Old age. Other: None.))
Ollin pursed her lips. Here, Landy? Really? She should have known better than to stay and the Linwhistle. Too many people. Too many rich people. This was borderline hubris. With a sigh, Ollin surveyed the common room. Don't mind me. Just another cleaning lady. She pushed a broom back across the marble tile, burning tin in hopes of overhearing a conversation.
((I've got an Obligator character that I'll add later. :) ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 20, 2015 22:57:31 GMT
(( Lylyss: Yay, you've joined! I've been looking forward to someone else coming in. Ollin sounds really cool. I like her. With Chazan at the Linwhistle (and Leilani's unintroduced characters), do you have any ideas for the subplot?))
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 21, 2015 7:05:17 GMT
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 25, 2015 9:41:48 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon and Leilani Sunblade: Btw, Gamey's reading the first book, and plans to join as soon as he finishes. :P I think he wants to be an Inquisitor. No surprise there, I guess.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 27, 2015 5:08:38 GMT
(( Lylyss: No, no surprise there. XD Well, it doesn't look like Leilani will be available for a while, so I think the Obligator idea will work. I also have a villain character—Gali Dalmeaux—and a potential short mission setup. I'll edit in a post in a while.)) Chazan scanned the hotel common room, storing descriptions in his coppermind for future reference. An old skaa woman in a paisley scarf stood out for some reason, probably because her garb didn't match the rest of the room. Still, she was a skaa and a cleaning lady, while many of the hotel's other inhabitants were nobles or Terrismen. He sat at a table close to the door where he could see anyone coming in and folded his hands into his sleeves, tapping tin, listening, watching for the person he had planned to meet.
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 27, 2015 6:38:50 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon: Alrighty, awesome! I've started work on my obligator. :) He'll be up in just a bit. Also, I thought I'd have the night free to RP, but it looks like I'll be gone by around 8:00. :( Sorry. Obligatory family stuff.
Oh, and do you know who Chazan's contact is? Or d'you need a player to fill that role? Because it could always be Ollin. :) ))
Ollin glanced around the room, slowly sweeping her way toward Chazan.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 27, 2015 6:43:32 GMT
((Obligatory family stuff, pun intended? Ah well. We have a while. As for Chazan's contact, I was planning to meet with Leilani's characters, but since she hasn't introduced them yet and she will apparently be gone for a few weeks, Ollin would work.)) Chazan watched the cleaning lady from under thickly hooded lids. When the Terrisman waiter came around, he selected a drink after barely looking at the menu and glanced around the room as if no longer interested in Ollin. But he was. He hadn't asked his contact for a description of herself, and they'd only corresponded through writing to this point, but he suspected well enough now.
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 27, 2015 6:53:44 GMT
((Uh huh. XD Okeydokes. Sounds good.))
"Don't turn around." Ollin whispered so softly that only a Tineye--or in this case, a Feruchemist--would be able to hear. "I must know. Are you... here for someone? Looking for someone?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 27, 2015 6:59:54 GMT
Chazan replied in like manner, tapping tin more liberally than he usually allowed to hear her words. "I am always looking for someone. You are, perhaps, that someone. If so, I will meet you at the predetermined location." He'd booked a room at the Linwhistle Hotel and sent the room number and date in his last correspondence with his contact. Room 5, the meeting today.
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 27, 2015 7:04:39 GMT
"I'm afraid that's impossible." Ollin pursed her lips, glancing at the sweeping spiral staircase that led up to room five. "If you want to talk, then we can talk here. Or in the kitchen."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 27, 2015 7:06:38 GMT
"I see. It would be suspicious for me to talk with you here, so the kitchen would likely be a better location." Chazan paused as the waiter brought his drink. He picked it up and swished the liquid inside until the waiter left. "Seeing as you appear to be a cleaning lady, however, how suspicious would be your presence in a room that may or may not need cleaning?"
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 27, 2015 7:12:34 GMT
"Oh child." Ollin laughed dryly. "When you've done this as long as I have, you'll realize that there's always something that needs to be cleaned." She gathered up her dustpan and started for the kitchen. "Wait a few minutes. Then follow from a different door."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 27, 2015 7:27:03 GMT
((Sorry. I just had a phone call from the president of our speaking club.))
Child? Chazan closed his eyes and took a sip of the drink to ease his discomfort at the unfamiliar term. He chose not to reply to his contact, instead projecting a façade of relaxation while he finished his drink. Exactly three minutes later, he rose from his chair, left payment beside the empty cup on the table, and exited the building. He glanced around, entered an alleyway that led to the hotel's back door, and glanced down with disgust at his steward clothing. It was helpful when he needed an aura of authority, but not at this point. Chazan tapped steel, increasing his physical speed, and discarded his steward's outfit, leaving him with the typical clothing of a higher-class Terrisman servant beneath. He bundled up the steward robes as if he had a package to deliver and entered the kitchen by the back door.
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 27, 2015 7:34:21 GMT
((It's fine. :) ))
By the time that Chazan joined her in the kitchen, Ollin was already scouring silverware in the corner, apparently absorbed in her work.
((Aaaand now I gotta go. :( Thanks for RPing, Dmitri. :) ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 27, 2015 8:00:28 GMT
((Aaaand another phone call. Then family discussion on the subject of the phone call. Sorry again, unless you're gone.))
Chazan carried in the package that was his robes and glanced around the kitchen, storing the memories of each staff member in his coppermind. As those memories faded from his mind, he glanced around them again and committed them to memory in his own mind. He edged over to Ollin, playing the part of a nervous servant, and inserted a stutter into his voice. "M-may I speak to you for a bit, mistress?"
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 28, 2015 8:27:36 GMT
"If you'll help me with the silver," Ollin said. She had a soft voice. So soft it could hardly be called a whisper. "Soup spoons, salt spoons, tea spoons… why do they need so many spoons?" She tossed a rag to Chazan. "But I suppose you didn't come here to gripe about chores." (( Dmitri Pendragon: Oops. I didn't expect you to be on today, or else I'd have replied sooner. :P))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 28, 2015 8:51:28 GMT
Chazan hesitated, still playing his part as a nervous servant, as the rag landed on his bundle. He set his folded robe aside and brandished the rag. "N-not quite, mistress." He lowered his voice, not suspiciously so, but enough to avoid being overheard by the other servants in the kitchen. "I am Chazan. The bird flies." The code phrase he'd given his contact in his last communication with her—one which required the last half of the phrase. Feathers of copper.((Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. 'Tis fine.))
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 28, 2015 8:56:07 GMT
"Ah. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Chazan The Bird Flies. I'm Ollin. Ollin Feathers Of Copper." She pursed her lips against a smile.
((Lol. Duly noted.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 28, 2015 9:05:29 GMT
Chazan raised his eyebrows, sighed, and pinched two spoons to dry them. He had half a mind to say he'd laden his code phrase with hidden meaning, but at the last second bit his lip. Ollin wasn't quite what he had expected. "A pleasure, Mistress Ollin. Would you tell me your reasons for agreeing to join my cell of resistance?"
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 28, 2015 9:16:00 GMT
"Oh." Ollin's voice was dripping with irony. "I reckon those nobles gave me one too many loads of laundry."
((Remind me… do Obligators have the same Allomantic abilities as Inquisitors? Or are Obligators just Mistings?))
EDIT
((Editing this. ;) ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 28, 2015 9:18:50 GMT
((I don't think obligators are necessarily Allomancers, but I would definitely expect some obligators to be Mistings and even Mistborn. The Governor of the Terris Dominance is a noble obligator Mistborn.))
Chazan dried the spoons to give him space to think. Apparently Ollin wouldn't be giving him her deepest reasons for anything at the time. Still, that meant no one could overhear anything too dramatically opposed to the Lord Ruler's regime. "I see." He returned the sarcasm. "Very well, I accept you into my cell. I always thought I needed a cleaning lady on my side."
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 28, 2015 9:21:01 GMT
((Ah, right. :) Thanks. Finished my edit, btw.))
"Heh. Don't get the wrong idea. You'll be doing your own laundry." Ollin finished her spoon and started on a fork. "Now tell me--what's the plan? What do you need me to do?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 28, 2015 9:30:24 GMT
((Yep, so did I.))
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 28, 2015 9:34:33 GMT
"Heh. Don't get the wrong idea. You'll be doing your own laundry." Ollin finished her spoon and started on a fork. "Now tell me--what's the plan? What do you need me to do?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 28, 2015 9:37:44 GMT
Chazan nodded as he dried two more spoons and set them alongside the first two in a perfectly straight line. Ollin was becoming more serious. He liked serious talk. "Various things. The ultimate goal is to secede, but I've been working on that goal for fifteen years with little progress. For now, small things." He paused. "One of the Keepers of the Synod is leaving Tathingdwen tomorrow morning. I intend to shadow him and see that all goes right. Tathingdwen is rarely safe for a Keeper."
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 28, 2015 9:44:11 GMT
"Tathingen. Thating--Tathing--That. Ing. Wen. I don't know how you expect me to pronounce that." Ollin shook her head. "Whatever the case, it should be easy to follow him. Defending him, though… would you mind if I brought my son along?"
((I have to go now--bedtime. :( Hopefully I'll catch you on Thursday. :) ))
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