Guerrillas In The Mist

Chapter 6
Story 1

Time

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

Adventure Log

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  • 1 for Quinn

Misc

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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

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Penn
  • 1 for Quinn
  • 1 for Shade

Roleplay

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  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Shade

Flaw

  • 1 for Bella

Adventure Log

  • 1 for Bella

Long Breather

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

Time

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

Roleplay

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  • 2 for Quinn

Adventure Log

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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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Entry 3 - Unravelling Faster and Faster

[This entry is written in more rushed angry lines, covered in blots and mistakes]

“I thought that if we took a few days away from Empoli and Darielle’s meddling, maybe I would feel less confused and be able to think straight. But now everything is unravelling here as well, I am beginning to feel out of my depth. What did I do to deserve this?

To clarify the situation Shade and Quinn both brought back some useful information Quinn regarding the location of a pirate crew. Shade had pulled through again with the entirety of the Profeste vault. The others simply think I have a very accomplished associate and still believe Shade to be my simple hand maiden. When Pendlehave went over the documents with Sandcrown they found a series of interesting discrepancies. The account books for the last year and a half show small discrepancies on many payments that overtime came to a large amount. The current theory is Profeste having been surreptitiously paying for something big in a way that will be difficult to trace. Without any real ways to investigate that side further it was decided that we would try to locate the pirates to question them for further information. I acquired a ship and Pendlehave a crew and the very next day we set sail.

The next part may either be my greatest idiocy or the best stroke of brilliance to date but the more I see I worry it may be the former. Quinn would almost be certainly needed to fight in the upcoming foray and a young Skaa boy doing so would only reveal his nature. Lord Ruler help me I created him a noble identity the Lord Grey. Of course no such noble family exists but no mistborn would self declare himself, even my brother loves the mystique of people speculating about our mistborn. I will have to hope that the rumours do not spread too far or too fast. So we have our strong and silent Lord Grey, but I fear that this is a play I am rapidly losing control of. Quinn has taken to the role with far too much ease and is likely to push his boundaries further.

Regardless aboard the glory we caught up with one of the Hotcloak pirate crews. In the mists it was only Quinn’s Tin enhanced senses and Pendlehave’s natural skills which picked up our enemy. Once the battle was fully joined was relatively short lived but brutal. Much as I hate to admit it the only reason I am still breathing is Quinn snatching me out of the way, if I am honest I am not sure how I feel about that. I was unable to assist in any way and I feel quite small besides Sandcrown and Quinn. Between them with assistance from Pendlehave they defeated or forced to surrender fifteen well armed and dangerous skaa in less than a few minutes. Two of the skaa were killed and my shoulder dislocated in the fighting, despite Pendlehave’s ministrations it still pains me and I find it difficult to write these words.

What went rather less well was the attempt to pry information from them once subdued. They were terrified of something, even more than Sandcrown breaking their arms and hurling them overboard, a practice I found discomforting to say the least. In the end we learned only they were terrified of someone or something and that other pirates stalked the waters we were currently sailing. After a miserable night with little rest we attempted to interrogate the captain . The fool, a captain Bilg, was stubborn and willing to die for his oaths. I even offered him a chance at clemency for him and his men, this crew are barely the tip of the plot. But the smug irritating fool threw it back in my face. I have to admit that with my shoulder and the strain and ridicule of the last few days I snapped and began screaming at him. Sandcrown deciding that this was business better to left to capable individuals and took over the interrogation. One by one despite my express orders not to he began to butcher more of the crewmen in an effort to leverage the captain with his crew. Sick in the stomach I have left them to it, bastards.

Well let us see how they manage without me! My worry is that they will do just fine…"

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Chapter 3
Story 1

Time

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

Roleplay

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  • 1 for Fallow
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Adventure Log

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  • 1 for Quinn

Flaw

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Willing the finding the Tricksters

Wasing in the days being for taking an interesting. Wasing a meeting at beginning to being as custom. Wasing for turning to Quindling for making for dying in the mists. Wasing to resisting in ending for failure. Ising in thinking the likening of fighting the Lord Ruler. Wasing terrified for the rolling of the mists. Wasing in being a knocking. Wasing accepting… Wasing for the hardening of thinking. Wasing a being with Trick for having and following to thinking the being in the trying. Wasing the thinking for the pleasant in the rolling of the mists. Ising there right in being. Wasing then learning to being for the quieting so the gossiping of the nobs. Wasing the ott for the spilling of thinking for the feeling and pursuing.

Ising to trying to quietening for being in hoping. Ising the nobs in the being for discovering in the nothing, ising the liking.

Wasing Nebby in falling in the telling of the Penpi of the Trick. Wasing them in the thinking of the seeing a mistwraith. Ising in thinking the same. Ising in being the wrongness and death. Ising of existing of the bing a clipping in the wallow-dogs. Ising in being the best too. Wasing sandy in the saying for doing for wrestling. Ising thinking of of confusion in the trying of competing against the becoming friends.

Wasing in thinking the better. Wasing Sandy in the revealing of the Secret Tricks.Wasing for the hoping in the walking or the traversing of the walls, or wasing the thinking of the disappearing from the seeing. Ising the being of the changing of the mind. Ising for the making of the happy-sad. Ising in understanding that the nebby in the worrying of the controlling towards the hating. Ising in thinking of the telling for the doing of the winning. Ising but thinking to the keeping for the using on the need. Ising in changing like the nobles to thinking of being. Ising the needing for the finding of Pat.

Wasing in the being of the good ball. Wasing for learning to being in the trying of the hiding in the most. Ising thinking the nobs of being hating in raising for being. Ising the Sandgirl in thinking the being of trying for the wrong. Ising not for winning. Wasing for frightening at the falling and blaming of the table. Ising for hoping in waiting and surviving for the Crafty.

Ising in confusion for the doing again. Wasing to finding of the being in the sailing but not the going and hitting of the Pirates. Wasing the ott for the finding of the importance. Ising in the thinking of the ott as Odd. Ising Odd for the acting Nobs. Ising Odd to having the hearing of Nebs. Ising she in the being of the Skaa. Ising in the thinking of assuring a second Trick.

Ising in being the quieting. Ising learning the how of the doing and the being for the Nobs. Ising for thinking for the using of the power of the cheap silver and gold. Wasing Sandy in the jousting then the leaving of the Sandgirl. Ising the thinking wasing to me??? Ising the thinking the saving from the Obligators. Willing the doing of the burning then tricking to convincing of the innocence being. Willing the causing of the fear. Ising in thinking the needing of the finding Tricksters.

Willing nebs in the fearing. Ising the quieting, but willing the coming of the storm.

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