Guerrillas In The Mist

A page from Fallow Sandcrown’s diary

Phew, considering how easy it is to pierce the security of House Profeste I’m not sure I should be writing any of this down. But when historians come to write about this chapter in my life they’re going to need some reliable documentary evidence to help them sift through the muck of gossip and rumour, that is if any of us live long enough to make the history books.

Boss’ first order of business was to get the boy acclimatised to the mists, granted it turned out she had some pretty good reasons for that, but good reasons or no one does begin to question the decisions of some who- no I can’t write it down, it’s just too idiotic. Anyway, the other two seemed to take it well and it’s a bit late to unhitch my cart from this particular pony so what’s there to do but to do what boss wants, sitting out in the countryside with two skaa isn’t my idea of a good time, but I’ve had worse and the kid did learn his lesson, for all the good that’ll do him.

Anyway, since it looks like we’re all going to die anyway I figured I might as well have some fun while I was at it. There was the job to think of to of course, which is why I did the infiltration work before I made my move on the lady who caught my eye. Needless to say it went flawlessly till the last moment, needed a bit of pewter to save myself the embarrassment of looking stupid enough to take a skaa maid in someone else’s private library. Come to think of it that might go a little way to explaining why, if I died now, my only contribution to the history of the Lord Ruler’s lands would be the story of why house Profeste is never making an open invitation to any of their balls ever again.

Owandise Debou, the aforementioned lady, didn’t immediately see my charms and tried to fob me off by saying she’d promise her next dance to another, naturally feeling invincible, I went to convince this rival to give up his obviously inferior claim. Of all the dandies and layabouts, she could have randomly pointed at she had to go and pick Marco Profeste. It did give me the perfect opportunity to show off and, more importantly, show her not to be so quick in her judgement. It was well worth leaving early, I feel we both learned a lot about each other, and saw much we liked.

Anyway, since all the pirates have left the city and we think there might be something interesting about house Debou, boss doesn’t seem to mind if I continue pursuing Onwandise. I must admit, the pewter does give a certain flourish that I lacked when asking an audience of her, but I’m not getting away with burning every time I was in the presence of Onwandise. Thinking about it, maybe I can use the boy for an edge this once, it’s for the good of the mission after all, and Onwandise would make an admirable wife, considering her cunning and grace. Not to mention having ties with another house might come in handy when Boss’ actions finally catches up with her, or Profeste finally catches up with me. I really hope tonight goes well.

Boss seems a little distracted since the party, not that I’m complaining. When she’s not around I take the helm and the two ska seem to respect me, well Penndlehave knows his place and works well and efficiently at least. The boy does as he does, he’s a little tamer now but you don’t know with skaa, once they get the idea that they’re better than us and you tell them not to be afraid of the mists they’re bound to start getting ideas. There’s a reason we feed the rumours about the mists. The maid understands, one could say she understands too well. She doesn’t act like a lady’s maid at all, on the mission she had the temerity to give me a direct order, then she vouched for my good work to the boss and the boss didn’t even bat an eyelid, perhaps… no there couldn’t be two of them, surely not!

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Entry 2 - Tears and Tantrums

[Written on some rather soggy and smudged paper]

I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER! With her stupid allomancy and I do not care what people say she is NOT prettier than me. I do not know what everyone see’s in her? Can they not see Darielle for the little witch she is? She gets inside my head so easily, even more than my brother. She just makes me feel so worthless when put next to her, it was probably a mistake to go and see her so soon after the ball they always depress me now that Valette and Aria will not speak to me. I remember when I used to look forward to such occasions, we could laugh and enjoy ourselves. Maybe I should try and speak to them again. One small argument would not get in the way of our friendship surely? Probably not, It is just those few blazing rows that might.

Things have spiralled rather rapidly out of my control. I cannot believe I was stupid enough to blurt out Quinn’s true identity. Maybe I am an idiot like Darielle says… NO! Lord Ruler I hate that woman, I will not allow myself to think that. I seem to have kept control of the group for now. Pendlehave and Sandcrown seem to accept it for now realising that they would be under suspicion as well if they went to the obligators. Besides they’re smart enough not to make a scene at a time like this…

Fuck.

Positives, think of postives. Shade has been worth every bead of Atium paid for her. Sandcrown and her brought us good information that Profeste is expecting a large shipment in the next few weeks. Sandcrown is attempting some subtle investigations of house Debou, after the disappearance of Owanise’s brother they might well be desperate enough to try a hit on Profeste. We are now confident from Pendelhave’s information that only the two local bands are in on this plan since attacks are continuing on other islands.

I continue to wonder if Quinn is worth the trouble and lip that he brings but we are in to deep now and the odds of another untrained skaa mistborn falling into my lap are beyond astronomical. At the very least Quinn has gotten over his ridiculous fears of the mists and he actually seems to be under control. So long as he does not have emotional allomancy I can keep control of him. He will be able to sense the presence of those powers but so long as he is not told their purpose things should turn out well. All I need is a third cretin playing with my head.

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Chapter 2
Story 1

Time

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

Roleplay

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

Adventure Log

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Quinn

Misc

  • 1 for Bella (Secret)
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Wasing the what of the thinking in doing

Wasing of the getting for the doing in self…

Wasing Ma in saying always into troublemaking with nobles, and wasing with Ezzy in the killing by the doing of the job then ising the realising of the badness. Ising but that neb ising a bitch…ising elsewhere of the something. Ising her with the frills and the word, but ising her of the being in weakness. Ising of confusion for bit in the coming of money, ising to thinking men in the seeing finding the thinking ising neb a poor woman- ising the confusion of seeing the neb in the trying for the cleaning of the dirty in the house. Ising the other of the being as bad. Ising in the thinking the other not for the being making for the finding of the secrets. But wasing the other in being a skaa…ising ott in the knowing of playing in the game.

Ising Pens for being of the where of the good. Wasing Ma in the saying in the having for screwing with head. Ising for hearing Pens of being of bad with being for luck from the time. Ising of having the opinion pens is being the sheep for the wolves of being, but ising in the certain of thinking of his degree is being. Ising for notting in the knowing to the pirate. Ising the cutter of being of suspicion in the being for the trying in the where of doing. Ising a skaa for being and the doing of working with the wet.

Ising of the doing for the good. Ising of making more than ottpencutbit. Ising going for the seeing in rock and ising in the doing of the better for the finding and the speaking with the merc for the doing. Wasing the nobs for the lacking in the noticing- bullshit for the noting of the taking of the good.

Wasing the Trick for the being of the use in the doing, and ising the being of the doing against the bit for the amusing and rousing for the good. Ising Peggy in the being of thinking to dropping for the doing of the taking in the poor. Ising to being clever. Willing in the thinking for the thanking of the leggy in the hitting for the good on the head. Wasing peggy being of taking far from the mists. Wasing in the amusing for the burning and the cleaning, in the meaning of not needing. Ising bishop for the knowing of the making of the doing. Ising in the thinking for the finding and the killing on the seas. Ising in the doubting of the killing in the poor. But ising pens in the making and assuring for the doing of the bad for the good.

Ising of the thinking for the coming and the finding for truth. Willing the ottbitcutpen for the finding in the doing of the Trick. Ising the doing of the better. Ising in the thinking of the doubting for the doing of the dancing for the needing of the nebs in the party.

Ising in the asking of the reasoning…wasing of the getting for the doing in self…

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Entry 1 - Incompetency and Immaturity

“As I write these words I find myself in need of a strong drink and time to contemplate the utter depths I am now being forced to plumb. My companions are not proving to be as effective as I might wish and rather than hunting down renegade bands of skaa we now may well be facing a concerted and organised force with a specific plan in mind (though I am still dubious of the source of this information). Apparently the local bands of the Atium Eyes and Flame Cloaks have withdrawn for many weeks and they along with others are now planning for something greater. According to our sources an important noble family is making a huge shipment in the coming weeks and the Pirates intend to target it in some new way. I must not allow the other noble families to get wind of this lest we lose some of the glory.

To heap indignity upon injustice my hirelings are less effective than I might have wished. Quinn is truculent and surly failing to recognise my obvious superiority. Not only this but I was assaulted by a beggar whilst my “mistborn bodyguard”. I am confident I have brought him to heel though I must curb his idiotic fear of the mists. Sandcrown lacks direction and the wit for anything beyond combat. Pendlehave seems like too much the model skaa I can only hope his reputation and access to funds assists us more than his personal investigations.

It seems the only one I can rely upon is my “handmaiden” but I find it disquieting for someone to know me so well yet know them barely at all.

The Profeste are holding a ball in a few days for Asdrubal’s name day and it will be the perfect opportunity to discover who is involved and in what way. I rule out Sandcrown due to it’s own unimportance but beyond that could Trochaire be making their own play? Is this why Profeste are so tense? Demoux are quiet on their own sectrion of the island and father no longer advises me of the house’s plans. Any of them could be involved.

This task may be far more difficult and vexing than I imagined but I am a capable, independent noble woman of Panassian and allomancy or no I will succeed!

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Chapter 1
Story 1

Time

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

Roleplay

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

Adventure Log

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Quinn
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