Guerrillas In The Mist

Chapter 7
Story 1

Time

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  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

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A Second Chance

While I’ve learned a lot of things in the past few days most are inconsequential compared to the information we failed to obtain from the pirates. Who is the mastermind of their conspiracy and what are they coming together to steal? Now I hold in my arms a second chance.

It was a long few days getting to this point. Boss is still putting her position above the success of the mission. I understand the relationship. She is employing me and I work for her and therefore she can do what she wants. That said she employed me with an objective in mind so I will not shy away from speaking and acting if she makes decisions that endanger that objective. The most recent such decision is to present the boy to society. I see her thinking, I really do. However, her decision requires the boy, an undoubted asset, to participate in as much training as possible to pass himself off as someone who belongs. I managed to argue for a few days tracking down the gang who are supposed to free Bilg and after one night our investigation has already led to the capture of two of the thieves. If I must argue for the boy’s assistance in foiling the big job on the Profeste, which is due about a week before the ball, that will be the last straw. Yes, we need to cover our tracks with the ridiculous Lord Grey story, but that will be for nothing if we cannot achieve the results we need.

Speaking of which, Thresh. A typical thief, he chose to run rather than fight. The operation made rather more noise than I intended but I have Thresh and Penn seems to have conducted some plan with the other, his information proved useful last time so I see no reason not to let the man indulge. Meanwhile I have Thresh to myself. I dearly hope that the rest of the gang are stupid enough to come and rescue him, but I don’t think this Tressex escaped the attention of the obligators and stole house Profeste’s secret without being cleverer than that. So I’ll have to her whereabouts from him some other way. Luckily for him, Thresh isn’t a pirate and he may prove useful perhaps we could come to some arrangement that is mutually beneficial. An outfit that can infiltrate the Profeste house shouldn’t just be destroyed after all.

Look at me thinking about the future. I mean, it makes sense. Boss won’t be boss for ever, and while the boy will always mean we have to keep each other close her resources won’t necessarily be mine to use for ever either. Besides things go well with Owandise, she appears to be in too much debt to be directly involved with the pirates, and that debt gives me a means to prove myself not only her lover but her ally. If I play this carefully we could both rise from the bottom and give the established houses a start. She really needs to get herself out of the wine business though, even a cursory reading by candle light told me that much…

Anyway my Thresh is waiting.

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Wasing for the chasing in the night

Wasing the waiting for the breathing…ising in the dreaming for the seeing of the betraying. Wasing then for working and the waking for employing in the night. Wasing a good sending. Wasing Ruha for saying the kicking to the wetting in the laxing so to finding of the sending in the new. Wasing it being good. Wasing it for needing to clearing and figuring. Willing to finding then the knowing of the being in the accepting by the Da. Willing in opposing the being likening like the Sand and the Bell. Willing being better?

Wasing for training a chance. Wasing in being the remembering of the contenting in the Tricking.

Wasing Penny for the finding and the telling of the expecting. Wasing to thinking of the betraying, wasing him in spiting for the being of the quiet. Wasing Ruha for saying the being the same of the Skaa and the nobs. Willing all in wanting to surviving.

Wasing easy in deciding of the going. Wasing nebby in thinking to advancing with the planning. Wasing to thinking of the doubting in the successing. Wasing her to thinking of the sending for the dancing of the Greying! Wasing dancing for delaying the looking then the discovering of thr Greyhome. Ising to thinking of the logic without cleverness. Wasing Sandy in saying the doubting of the succeeding. Wasing him in the expecting of the dying of the all. Wasing to thinking the doubting of the readying in the twenty-one. Willing to hoping the fleeing early. Willing to being also the dating of the Valette. Wasing her in being of nebby? Ising to thinking of humour. Willing to dying, willing to being of laughing for the tainting of the Vally and the Nebs.

Ising pirates to being bigger. Ising the ghost leaves to springing and the breaking in the leading of the cloaking. Wasing the aiming for their finding. Wasing to finding the second leaf. Wasing to finding the hiding of the being in the dock. Wasing Manny for being in the friending of speaking. Wasing pen for using the watching while wasing to sleeping.

Wasing then for gathering with the crowned pen for the writing. Wasing intending to be waiting for watching the breaking, but wasing Sandy to finding the doing of the attacking on the Quinling discovery. Wasing Pen in the failing. Wasing then to moving with the quickening against the ghosts. Wasing in failing at the hurting of the seconding with the throwing of clips. Wasing then to cutting the face and the leg. Wasing me and Faller to catching him in the running at the closeness. Wasing him useless. Wasing him not to thinking of the the running and the burning of the man and the boy?

Wasing Pen to moving on thinking to tricking the ghost. Wasing him to taking to the workshop. Ising to thinking the wisdom: willing to following and the zincing for the trusting. Willing to making the safing of the ghost. Then willing Pen for the killing of the ward.

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Chapter 6
Story 1

Time

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Entry 4 - Plots and Plans

Despite a rising tide of problems, I feel relatively at peace with everything. My return shockingly did not result in Father seeing the light and acclaiming my achievements to the house.  I guess those were just silly girlish day dreams. Instead my first dinner back was filled with his recriminations whilst the others laughed behind their hands. This was followed by another altercation with Sandcrown, I confronted him about upstaging me before but all it devolved into was the two of us slinging insults. All in all not the glorious return I had managed in my more foolish moments.

I managed to avoid the majority of the crew for the next few days, in fact I avoided everyone just staying in my room. It gave me a lot of time to think. About the past few months and how quickly everything has gone down hill. I was miserable with a dislocated arm trying to hold together a band of people who hated me so that we could hunt down dangerous criminals all in the name of sidelining me. But I did have to admit that it was not just me who was having a diffuclt run off it. Sandcrown's family is collapsing around him and I am sure that Pendlehave and  Quinn have some sort of Skaa problems, a shortage of gruel maybe? I did miss the times I spent with Valette we had been friends for so long that I just expected her to be there regardless of what happened. Sure ocasioanlly we had spats when we were children but never anything as major as a few months ago…

After a few days Sandcrown came looking for me so I lent him a horse and told him to keep up his efforts wih house Rebou since that would keep him out of my way for a few days. He seemed quite eager at the prospect and rode off swiftly no doubt to a tender welcome. From the little he has told me he gained some insight into their house as Owandise is the last remaining Rebou her parents haviung died recently when her brother went rogue. Their house finances are sinking fast no matter how Owandise tries to keep them afloat. 

Meanwhile Shade and I arranged a few plans and put some wheels in motion. The obligators are looking into Lord Grey as are a number of the noble houses and I worry that one of the Obligators or at least someone within the Canton may be feeding information to the pirates how else could they know of Profeste's shipment. Luckily my cousin, Rayna is part of the organisation in the Canton of orthodoxy. She is devout to the Lord Ruler but the Obligators are not  sect that rewards charity, despite being a few years younger than myself  she is already showing grey hairs and her eyes are shadows.She has always been trusting and honourable I have to admit felt more than a pang of guilt in using her. I explaine dour investigations into the Ship of the pirates indidicated that it (like many others) was made in the Panassian ship yards before being sold to Profeste. Shortly after it disapeared bvut no claim was ever made for it's cargo.  This should at least start an investigation into those obligators who deal with accounts for Profeste, hopefully we can use that to flush them into the open.

Someone is planning to spring Bilg so the other thing we requested from Rayna is that my father would owe the canton a favour if they would allow us to rpelace the guards with those loyal to Panassian. After all we have the largest investment in shipping so the pirates a problem close to our families heart.Rayna agreed to petition the head obligator for this and with the deal sweetened by favours from house Panassian I am sure they will agree. Sandcrown has learned of a thieving crew, they call themselves something ridiculous like the "Spirit Leaves" and are led by Tressex. We believe they are the ones who are going to free him but with the crew disguised as Panassian guards we should be in a position to learn some very interesting information…

I feel like we are on the up our immediate problems at bay and I feel like we have a real chance to close in on the Pirates. I even managed to remain civil with  Darielle for the majority of a conversation. I went to her ostensibly to hear gossip but I as much wanted to spread some of my own. She threw a few choice slurs at me about it not being an achievement to get men to run away from me or how deressing it was that I was already past my "prime" and at first I kept my head , I knew she was just baiting me in. Eventually though I cracked and snapped back. She had clearly been waiting for me to step even the littlest bit out of line, immediately she lashed out at me with her allomancy calling to mind every belittling moment every shameful experience to crash down on me. I might have responded badly, my uncle certainlky thought so when he banished me to my room without supper like I was some little child. "Oh my Darielle would never be mean you ignorant wrecth," what a fool the fact I over turned a table and tea set on her was irrelevant.

But despite this I still feel more cheerful. I took Shade with me, thank the Lord Ruler for Shade I may have to give her a bonus or something one of these days, to a luncheon with Valette. Our reception was… chilly clearly time had not repaired the damage I had done to our friendship. I  apologised and for once I meant it it was not Valette's fault and I let my own anger get in the way. SHe warmed slightly to me then but what really helped ease things was me talking to her about Lord Grey, now Valette is fascinated by him. I have agreed to arrange a date between the two of them when House Panassian host the next ball. I know it's a risk but I do not want to carry on being friendless and miserable. I just now need to find a way to convince Quinn and ensure that his ruse is not found out. 

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Chapter 5
Story 1

Time

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  • 1 for Penn
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Flaw

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Long Breather

  • Bella (Changed a trait, 2): Self-centred → Headstrong
  • Fallow (Increase a Standing, 5): Resources
  • Penn ():
  • Quinn (New Stunt, 4): Steel Deflection 1
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First Blood

Getting Pirates to talk is harder than fighting them. Once we found them I could have smeared them all over the ship on my own. Unfortunately, we needed them to talk. First we established that they weren’t working alone. That was simple. Only one of them had to die. It seemed the crew knew little more than that and the Captain was still out cold. So we waited till morning. That was long enough for the Boss to come up with a plan, I shouldn’t have waited.

I must respect the man. He may be a Skaa but he was a noble in spirit, able to command the loyalty of his crew and remain unyielding despite what followed; a terrible example for the Boy I’m sure, it’s bad enough that we taught him not to fear the mist and gave him a noble identity. The Boss was reasonable, she offered to let him live. It became obvious there was no reasoning with that man very quickly. So it behoved me to take control of the situation, the Boss did not take it well. The man didn’t even blink when he caused his crew to be beaten and drowned before his eyes, a mind as hard a pewter right there, but unlike the Boss I don’t give up.

First I set Penn on him. He achieved limited success, we know he does not fear the Obligators, has friends in the city and that they believe they don’t work for the nobles thanks to Penn’s efforts. It only cost us coming to the point of staging a mutiny that could have quickly become real. Still Penn did good work, enough to make me feel confident to try and lecture the truth out of the Captain. I am afraid to say that didn’t work, but pain brought something out of his crew, not much more but it’s something to go on. This is an organisation of pirates, the island we were sailing to was one of their bases. That was enough, most of the crew will live to see the Obligators’ cells. I wasn’t going to let the Captain off so easily, if someone can rescue him then he will be no use to any soul. But the Boss still got a live prize to bring to port, it’d have been better to kill him outright even though he didn’t deserve that kindness.

The boy tried his hand at interrogation too. He didn’t find anything new, but Penn found out that he’d offered life to a Skaa that recognised him for one of their own. Since the Skaa had likely seen him use alomancy he could not be allowed to live. The Boy learned what it is to kill someone you gave a solemn promise of safety so some good has come out of that. If the Boss will continue to insist he impersonates a noble then it will fall to me to continue to ensure he acts like one.

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Of the Betraying in the Greying

Ising for being to avoiding the Greying. Wasing the greying in becoming in the passing for the freeing and then the becoming of the lonely Trick-less. Wasing to being contenting for the leaving at the breaking and the crying of the Nebby. Wasing the hoping for the succeeding of doing the finding of the Knowledge with the men.

Wasing to being starting at useless. Wasing to sleeping of the not. Ising for blaming the baking of the homes and the watching of the lights in the sky. Wasing for sleeping in the lighting. Wasing to hearing the rest. Wasing Penny for trying and sweetening to finding from the Rat. Wasing the slowing of the sailing to the two. Wasing the thinking for being enough to succeeding in the gathering. Wasing Sandy-pens to becoming for the loving.

Wasing in the entering that the doing and the failing now coming to passing. Wasing the killining in the seeing of Sandy. Wasing the reasoning for the lacking and the delaying of the finding. Wasing ‘im for trying to finding with the starving and the shouting for the interest. Wasing that against dying. Wasing to pulling and the Zincing but the failing in the doing. Ising to think in lucking at the ribbons.

Wasing Sandy for failing in the thinking. Wasing for seeing with easing the being of the hating to the nobs of the rats. Wasing the failing of the telling of the being the pack horse. WAsing the encouraging of the hating for the thinking then the saying for the breeding to leading of Sandy. Wasing to hoping for the reasoning for the snapping. Ising in thinking to respecting of pirates. Wasing them to doing the standing for the thinking and believing in the hating. Ising to thinking the increasing of the hating willing to growing the resisting.

Wasing Crowned for breaking and limbing. Wasing to hoping by taking of the being pulled for succeeding. Wasing outside tinning and outside instructing. Wasing to trying at convincing of the being in the kindness. Wasing to hoping to finding the interest through the cajoling. Wasing mistaking. Wasing the voice for giving the skaring. Wasing for him being obvious Skaring. Trickster Skaring. Wasing Sandy in breaking that to finding it. Wasing Kort for expecting the dying. Ising better. Ising to hoping the inspiring through the knowing of the Tricking. Wasing to hoping to finding more of the Tricksters. Wasing to then sending for the working and the quieting. Wasing Grey for finding him the safety.

Wasing then being of betraying. Wasing Pen in not being sweeting but taddling. THen wasing Sandy for the forcing of the knife. Wasing no giving of the hoping for the living. Wasing in the pleading then the delaying for the hoping of the surviving. Wasing not enough. Ising Kort dead.

Ising the emptying of the soul. Willling to questioning the becoming? Wasing mistaking for thinking the greying and the misting in the acting for the being of the bettering. Wasing like a dog to be bow headed. Wasing like Pen. Willing to becoming for surviving…like Sand.

Ising to needing the improvement. Willing to becoming stronger.

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Chapter 4
Story 1

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Wasing the starting in the Greying

Wasing so the being of Grayman. Wasing Nebby to thinking of being then becoming for the trying of the noble. Ising with charity and ising for thinkng the beginning of wisdom. Ising being free.

Wasing to think of being for doing in amusement.

Wasing the being for ignoring the doing of the nobs. Wasing without requiring the giving and the taking of the delusion of the power. Wasing being free. Wasing to waiting and dawdling (being come a nob) until wasing to hearing of the creaking and the sloshing. Wasing the approaching for the hearing. Wasing then the newing of the being for the trying of the fighting. Ising now realising the being of the elite. Ising becoming for likening the wind on the sea. Wasing the living of death for the moving. Wasing then becoming for the burning for the fearing.

But wasing to sadness. Wasing the skaa in the falling. Ising the Ottsanneb for saying of the ignoring of the falling for the success. Wasing for sadddening, but wasing for nobbing and surviving. Wasing the saving of the nebs for the living of the long. Wasing sandy for the fighting and the hurting while wasing the firing of the clips. Wasing the slicing for the saving of the skaa in the being from the pirate. Wasing for thinking the choosing of the best. Wasing the burning for the fearing for the saving, else wasing sandy towards the killing. Wasing the best for doing. Wasing the most for saving. Ising to hoping then becoming of the charity.

Wasing for being strange though. Ising the lights in the shining and the being in the sky for the seeing of the tinning. Wasing not to knowing of the being in the Nebs. Wasing the lanterns of the fires in the night. Ising for gifting the Tricksters? Ising for tricking? Ising for thinking of the touching of mistness. WIlling to hoping to seeing in continuing. Ising to hoping the truth.


Wasing a morning for badness. Wasing nebby in the storming and the raining for the failing fo the trying in convincing of the Captain. Wasing nebby in the losing of the speaking then becoming interesting. Ising for feeling at the knowing of the stranging content. Wasing but to doubting the wanting of the doing…dolt. Ising to thinking the nobs are to struggling at understanding the knowing of the People. Ising the Skaa without the hoping of the living through the caring. Willing the Obligons for the taking in the feeling. Willing the nobs for the entertaining with the hitting and the knifing. Ising the clearing for the reasoning of the Nebs. Ising to Nebs being for playing. Ising the reasons for having to being in the attacking and the following of the reasonless. Ising reasless to playing for the waiting for the clocks.

Ising now thinking the moving and the forgetting. Ising the taking for the trialing and the working of the best in the captives. Ising for quickening by using the nobsters.

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