Guerrillas In The Mist

17 for 17

“I can’t believe she has a crush on that man.“

“Why not? They’re both nobles, Quinn. They don’t marry like we do. “

“I know, but look at him. Pasty fucker missing an eye. I just can’t comprehend it.”

Pidge raised an eyebrow “Is that really what this is all about? You find her choices unattractive?”

“Well…yes and no. I kind of thought she’d pick someone better. Ideally someone who wasn’t abusing skaa in piracy.”

“You mean like the people we’re already working with Quinn? Honestly, you don’t make any sense sometimes.”

“Yes well…that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. She makes me crazy, she does. She says one thing, then does another. Acts like a child one moment, then next acts like she’s the Lady Ruler.”

“She’s…what’s the word lady Owandise used…mercurial. She’s changeable and mercurial. You have that in common, actually.“

Quinn blinked at Pidge. “In common?”

“For the love of…you realise you’re both two sides of the same clip don’t you? Pot calling the kettle black? Two lumps of ash In a row? I could go on…”

Quinn turned to stare out the window. Funny, he thought, whenever I’m confused I always turn to the mists.

“I guess we’re not too different sometimes…but I like to think I act with a bit more consistency”

“True, except with you not knowing your social niceties. Cassie was telling me that it looked like you were courting Bella the past few weeks”

“I was…what?” Quinn had a look somewhere between amusement and horror “That was not my intention. Sure, she’s nice…pretty too, but…no. Why ever would you think that?”

“Psychology, young lord feather pen. Skaa boys always tease the skaa girls they have crushes on.”

Quinn opened his mouth and closed it again a few moments later. He repeated the motion a few times before blushing slightly, nodding to himself.

“Yes she’s pretty but no I can’t have a crush. I’m sure of it…anyway, how’s Tret doing?”

Pidge’s face softened somewhat

“He’s a bit surprised by it all. Keeps saying he must still be ill or eaten something bad. He won’t drink the vials as they’re ‘for the nobles, not the skaa’ so we’re probably gonna have to sneak some into his food just so I can actually show him how to use and understand what’s going on. It’s nice having a plain ol’ tineye for once.”

“I guess. You’re gonna have to train them both though now, you realise. Tret and Bella. That will be quite interesting….do you hear glass breaking, Pidge?”

“Oh it’ll be Bella. She’s has this idea that if she breaks all the glass in the house she’ll suddenly be better at using that bow. I think she’ll be starting on the window panes next week,” Pidge grinned, “she’s a funny one alright. Training them both…hell, this isn’t what you recruited me for. I was supposed to be out there, helping you, right? Despite all that stuff about working for a good family, you’re still going after that misting gang you always wanted, right?”

“I’m surprised you remember that.”

Water lapped against the rocks of Empoli, comforting in a way only seasiders understood. There was a boy, almost a man, sat on one of the rocks, staring up into the mist as though he could see beyond them. The bags under his eyes suggested early mornings, and despite the sea salt, he smelt of fresh pastries.

The spot where he was staying suddenly began to grow as a younger boy with longer hair dropped out of it, a glint of a coin shooting beneath him and landing in the shallow water. He stopped plummeting from the sky just before he hit the ground, then rocketed up again, a smile on his face visible only to his tineye friend.

It was something they’d always discussed. Once Quinn could burn all the metals, he could find other people. Train them to be warriors and survivors of skaa life. He could make a difference. They could make a difference.

A flurry of gulls rose up into the sky as noises and torchlight came from the above the cliffs. The sea, in its largeness, suddenly seemed much less like a safe place.

“Of course I remember it, Quinn. You wouldn’t stop bouncing around the rocks like a crazy person, and we almost got caught by that couple on the cliff.”

“I’d forgotten that bit. We got away at least. No harm done!”

“That was just good luck. Most people wouldn’t have, Quinn.”

There was a pause. They happened more regularly now, every time one of them alluded to death they couldn’t help but look at the opulence around them. A house, their own rooms, warm wholesome food everyday. They’d just spent an evening at a party.

“Be careful,” Pidge started, “We’ve never been in the shitter because of what we are, but everything could go very wrong and we don’t want inquisitors knocking on the door. Plus there are only so many people we can randomly call Rebous.”

“How many more do you think we could manage?” Pidge started to respond, then rolled his eyes at the young boy.

“I’ll leave you to mope, lover-boy,” Pidge got up, walking away from Quinn’s indignant look before turning suddenly,

“Oh I almost forgot,” Pidge reached under his bed and pulled out a covered plate. Lifting it, their tin sense could pick up the scent of citrus fruits and fresh pastry, while Quinn admired the lattices specked with metal flakes.

“17 pastries…Lord Ruler, am I that old?”

Late nights

Creative ideas for dealing with Hyrum Lekel
1. Kill him. It’s probably the kindest thing to do given Zolecaster’s temperament, make it look like an accident or engineer a situation where I had no choice? Even then would Bella ever forgive me? Does that matter if it’s the best thing for her?
2. Help Bella win him. Bella is a terrible judge of character. He’d probably break her heart. Then proceed with option one. Difficulty would be finding a way to help Bella catch his notice, might take too long, and what if he makes Bella happy? I guess we’d have to fight off the pirates and explain the whole rebellion thing to him, and then I’d end up having to go with option one again anyway.
3. Trash his operation but keep letting him go. He’d know it was us, we’d make powerful enemies. Zolecaster would probably feel cheated.
4. Get the Lekels to shut him down? Would have to find a rival in the house, Ronan would definitely do it, if he wanted it. Putting Ronan in charge of the house would be directly contrary to the aims of the rebellion.
5. Catch him, get Zolecaster to do his own thing. My favourite option so far, but Bella would still be sad.
6. Find something on him that would disgust Bella. Works well with option four, find a way to get Bella to hate him, encourage her to pursue him? Problem with option two was that he probably wouldn’t go with her, but would be civil about it. Convince Bella to press him unreasonably and he may humiliate her. Get Quin to use brass on her? No. Defeats the point. She’d know we did it. Anyway, he humiliates her in public, she hates him, back to option one or five. Seems good.
7. What if we delivered Ronan to Zolecaster instead? No one would shed a tear, would have to convince Hyrum to stop pirating and would have to lie to Zolecaster. Would Owandise tell Postwick? I’d like to believe no, should I ask her? Well that’s obvious. How to convince Hyrum to stop pirating though? Perhaps combined with option two, or use Krea against him in some way? Engineer a plot by Ronan to take over as heir and offer to deal with the problem for the low price of not messing about with piracy any more. Show him how dangerous piracy can really be? Too complicated.

Sandcrown stares at the page before him for a long time before ripping it out of the book and holding it in the candle flame until it curls up into a blackened wisp.

“What are you doing up dear?”

“Just thinking about the future dear, it’s all going to be a bit harder than I thought it’d be.”

“It’s late come to bed.”

“Of course dear.”

Sandcrown blows the candle out.

When Things Get Complicated

The bow groaned and creaked as she drew the string back. Swirls of dust rose and a fell in the slow draught. The fletchings quivered slightly as Nebellea slowly breathed.

“Back Straight, girl,”

“So I guess you could say everything has gotten a bit complicated,” her breathing was slow and rhythmic now as she sighted down the arrow’s shaft.

“The bow bends, Not you!”

“Of course as soon as I find the person we have been looking for all that being the strong leader and remaking myself just goes out the window and I get a school girl crush on a pasty guy with an eye patch, half again my age.” She paused from speaking slightly “He does have a really nice smile though, sort of warm and encouraging you know,”


“Right,” she loosed the arrow glass splintered the green glass whizzing through the air. “And when I talked to him it actually seemed like he cared about more than just himself.” Unconciously she found another arrow fitted to the string.

“I wonder if the two of you ever felt like that?” No answer “Did you ever get swept off your feet by it all?”

More glass exploded the arrow arcing making a faint low whistling. She could feel the sweat on her skin and the cool polished wood strain as she fitted another arrow.

“I doubt it somehow, I want someone to look at me the same way Fallow looks at Owandise, or someone who was nice and kind and at least pretended to care.”

The bottles seemed close enough to touch, the spinning dust marking the small eddies of the air as another pair broke as arrows flickered in the gloomy old ball room.

“Of course Quinn was a jerk about the whole thing,” Nebellea lowered the bow andperched on one of the tables. “I don’t get him one minute he’s buying me gifts like he’s trying to ourt me and saying how much he owes me the next he’s treating me like a stupid little girl because I actually have feelings.” She sighed and hugged her legs. “Ugh listen to me moan on.” She surveyed the broken glass littering the floor. “I will work this out, I always manage to” she looked down at the small painting next to her on the table

“Good talk mum”

Chapter 34 Summary
The man we are after, in more way than one

• Ball continues as Quinn changes
• Wrayn and Pidge dance (Pidge crushes hard on Wrayn)
• Bella and Ronan dance
o He is a horrible person with a strange fixation of dancing in the mists (potential allomancer)
• Fallow dances exceptionally well such that he finds a common footing to approach Hyrum Lekal
• Conversation ensues between Fallow and Ronan and Hyrum and Bella
• Bella starts to convince Hyrum to come over (suspecting him to be our target) and develops a weird crush
• Quinn comes back from getting changed, apologises to Hasting and Dilisteni- later makes an offer to the mother to socialise with Molsier to bring him out of his shell
• Otherwise Quinn spends the evening with Teven
• Fallow and Bella are drunk (“Koloss in a suit”)
• Fallow tells everyone how he told Ronan to cut the toes from Skaa as opposed to fingers
• Alhara leaves at Ronan’s name, and gets water for Bella
• Quinn leaves rather upset after the toe reveal and the fact that Fallow seems to genuinely feel he did something good
• Bella put to bed by Owandise

• Alhara checks on Quinn (angry wood chopping)
• Alhara and Quinn discuss injustice of the world
• Quinn encourages Alhara to do something to make the world better rather than the internalised aim to improve
• Alhara preaches a calmer approach of interpreting the past and making yourself better from the inside that need not be shown to the whole world
• They both agree and believe Ronan should probably die, if only he wasn’t a Lekal nobleborn
• Quinn tells Alhara he intends to get involved with Crime to get back at the nobles while he vaguely continues to be involved in their parties.

• Fallow and Bella also have a conversation about the wedding and Nebellea avoiding accusing Hyrum.

• The next morning we find out Bella has a crush on Hyrum
• She flees, embarrassed, and party decide to try and grab Hyrum after he goes out sailing and then take him to Zolacaster to sign up to his initiative.
• Fallow attempts to speak to her and convince her we must do as promised in regards to the pirates, but will attempt to keep him alive. They also discuss Tret snapping into a Tineye and that maybe the ever present mists are more important than they thought (MIST-born)
• And Tret is a tineye! Whoop! Praise the Lord Ruler!
• Alhara hires some staff to work in the metallurgy lab once it is up and running
• Quinn goes to the docks to meet Tulley of the Iron Clips, gives a run down of abilities such that he hopes to be recruited

Chapter 34
Story 3


  • 1 for Alhara
  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Quinn


  • 1 for Alhara
  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Quinn


  • 2 for Alhara
  • 3 for Bella
  • 2 for Fallow
  • 3 for Quinn


  • 3 for Alhara
  • 2 for Bella
  • 3 for Fallow
  • 2 for Quinn

Adventure Log

Rags to Riches

“So I should follow your example right?”

Pidge wandered out to join Quinn on the balcony, the din of the party fading into the private mutterings on the balcony.

“Probably not, Pellik. I fear I let my amusement get the better of me?”

“I thought you said it wasn’t intended?”

“It wasn’t intended. Of course, it was always possible when you poke a pewterarm but…I wasn’t sure. I should have kept my head down.”

Pidge sat next to him, quietly staring out into the mists.

“Strange,” he said quietly, “We’ve been here a thousand times, staring out at the mists, but look at us. At a party with the Great Houses.”

“Yeah…we just need to not lose sight of why we’re here in the nonsense of it.”

“And not start fights with pewterarms.”

“Agreed. If you’re gonna start a fight with a pewterarm, you need to make you you’re in the advantageous position, really.”


“It’s a joke, it’s a joke. I didn’t fight back did I? I’m maturing.”

Pidge just rolled his eyes, and scanned the assorted nobles. They wore sequinned and bejewelled outfits, fabrics more expensive per metre than everything he’d probably owned in his life. Quinn had advised him to keep his tin hidden, unless he made one of the mistborn aware so they could hide him, and to assume everyone else would be doing the same and listening in. It was good advice, but it left him feeling on edge.

“Why did you do it, Quillan?” He asked it carefully, the name sounding strange on his tongue.

“I was trying to make friends,” he spun, and leaned back on the balcony, staring back inside the party, “You see that guy next to the lady in the green dress? His name is Durran, House Triskinle, the girl is Valette Renoux. They bet me I couldn’t talk to Molsier, he was my assailant, for ten minutes. He won, of course, but I took the gamble on impressing on my betters that I wasn’t uninteresting. I didn’t actually mean to cause a scene.”

“Did you…do your thing?”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to, Pellik.” Quinn looked at him wide eyed, his twitching lip indicating his amusement.

“Quillan.” There it was again. That disappointed tone everyone used around him.

“Yes, yes I did. Only the tiniest bit as I tried to make him more talkative. Like it probably didn’t help me, but it was another gamble.”

“Apparently that game of shelldry put you in a gambling mood…you do remember that you lost, right?”

Quinn glared at him.

“Yes, I’m quite aware of the Lady Panassian’s ability to beat me at cards. I don’t know…I just never really think I can’t do something. A task gets put in front of me, and I do it. I don’t really think about how many hurdles I’ll jump and how many I’ll crash into face first. I just start acting.”

“You know how stupid that sounds right? Acting without thinking?”

“Yeah…but look where thinking got everyone in there. They all think about what they’re doing: all moves and countermoves. There’s so much bullshit it’s a wonder all that perfume covers it.” Quinn’s voice was rising slowly, bringing a few glances in their direction.

“I don’t think you should swear so loudly, Q. It’s…unseemly? Is that the right word? Regardless, you shouldn’t be bringing more attention to yourself.”

“Probably not,” Quinn sighed, “You should head back inside anyway, you haven’t ballsed up your reputation and I think you’ve done the requisite ‘Talking to that idiot in my house’ malarkey.”

Pidge glanced it him quickly, grimacing slightly. With a intake of breath, and a quick “Wish me luck” he headed back into the party, heading towards Cassiel and Alhara.

Quinn turned back to look out at the mists.

I could do so much good out there with the Skaa. I could find food, take down guards. Yet here I am being gorged and drinking with the people who beat us for pleasure. He burned steel, seeing the usual blue lines of the world, and thought about leaping over the balcony into the night. Let them know what I am.

Instead, he returned to just burning bronze, noticing again that strange presence. There was work to be done, and even if he didn’t like it, someone had to look out for skaa interests.

Time to apologise to some nobles.

Chapter 33
Story 3


  • 1 for Alhara
  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Quinn


  • 1 for Alhara
  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Quinn


  • 3 for Bella
  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Quinn


  • 1 for Fallow
  • 1 for Quinn


  • 1 for Fallow

Adventure Log

Chapter 33 Summary
The Session even Richard hadn't slept


  • Planning for if we find the Pirate Leader
  • Quinn and Bella dance, Fallow and Owandise join in
  • Cassiel to attend
  • Fallow makes a ring

At the party

  • Introduce ourselves to the Hasting House then Lukel
  • Bylerum Boys (Carrow primarily) Introduce Bella to Important Folks

What everyone gets up to

The party gets together to figure out what to do next, plan to make apologies. Quinn does very well at lying about what happened, no one believes him despite 4 successes…

Next on the agenda: Dancing and Apologies.

Secrets over Shelldry

Shelldry rules taken from here

A hush fell over the table as Cassielle searched the eyes of the three boys, Pendlehave whispering quietly behind her. They could hear murmurs through the floor above, and the light footsteps of Nebellea gracefully reminding herself of the court dances.

That’s what I should be doing.

The thought betrayed him and he continued to stare down Cassie as she looked at her hand. Pidge had folded early on, but Quinn pointedly ignored the stare and raised eyebrow he was being given. Pallino was quiet, rarely folding or overall being an involved player. Cassielle claimed she had never played before, yet the pile of clips in front of her either indicated they were being hustled or Pendlehave was a truly excellent teacher.

She called, staying in the game. Pidge, dealer, turned over an iron and a steel. Strong pair to match the iron and steel already in his hand. Double alloy wasn’t a bad hand to have, he remembered Manny seemed to call it the medial hand. That one hand in the middle that was never definite win but would be a success often enough.

Pallino called, and Cassie did as well, just leaving Quinn to make a choice. He hurred to himself.

“I’m not sure what the right idea is here. Is our little princess sure she wants to stay in? I’ve got a pewter and a tin in here, so unless you have the Temporal duo it’s not worth it.”

“Play your cards, Quinn. None of this nonsense.”

They’d taken his mistborn vials off of him before they had agreed to play, not trusting to him to not use allomancy to his own advantage. He still had a little zinc left in him from earlier but not enough for more than a round of two of play so he it was held in reserve. He had some steel too, but that was just good sense. You never knew when the next rogue Kandra would knock down your door, he’d argued, getting a queasy look from everyone who wasn’t the scowling Pidge.

“No nonsense, Pellik my man. Just an idea. I thought we could bet something different here on out since little miss Cassie over her is about to bleed me dry.”

Her eyebrow raised, in the same way Nebellea’s did whenever she was unsure whether to be offended or curious about something Quinn did.

“I was wondering,” he spoke over Pidge, “If we might bet stories with secrets. Let’s say two each, if you bet a story then everyone else has to bet one to stay in.”

Pallino shrugged, “I’ve got nothing to hide, m’lo…Quinn. I’m happy to stay in a little longer.”

Quinn smirked slightly at the misstep. He was dressed for the ball in his new suit, and it was evidently making Pallino a little uncomfortable.

“Sure, Quinn, let’s just get this over with.” Pidge was similarly attired, and Quinn swore Bella had practically squealed when they had finished his makeover for his royal presentation tonight. They were both still unsure why she’d bought him a suit, but it wasn’t in the former’s nature to question nobles.

Cassielle frowned. “I feel rather ganged up on. Is it the custom to single out the new player and make her feel, as she wins, that she has instead lost the trust of her new friends?”

Pallino blushed slightly, but Pidge and Quinn caught each others’ eyes and, grinning, responded in unison with “Yes.”

“Fine then, two secrets,” she sighed.

“Excellent. I double down and throw in a secret.”

“Of course you do, Lord Rebou. Pallino, are you calling?” Pallino harrumphed to himself and folded, sacrificing but a measly 4 clips in the process.

“Just me then,” Cassielle grinned herself, “I guess I’ll have to call, I’ll even raise you a clip if you’re feeling risky.”

“I’m all about a little risk, my lady.”

They both revealed their cards. Double alloy versus 3 of a kind.

“One secret from the Lady Panassian. I’m gonna cash that in right now so that we can all know our new friend a little better.”

Cassielle flushed a little as the cards were revealed, but unlike her sister she quickly got herself under control.

“One secret…one secret…any suggestions from the table? Pidge, you’re likely to be less invasive than your friend. Suggestion.”

“Something about your youth, my lady. Tell us about a time you broke a rule.”

“Hmm. Well it’s not really a rule, but did you ever meet my cousin Darielle? Ghastly woman, always using emotional allomancy on anyone near her. It’s a wonder her mother and father haven’t cracked, though the obligators are still out on Uncle Ber,” she tittered to herself, not caring that no one else got the joke, "But Bella, when I was only small, told me to never spend time with Darielle with my brother or father there. They said she’d not care about my youth and she was worried I’d get upset. I know you give a hard time, Quinnie, but she’s a rather wonderful sister. The servants say she’s like our mother, and she took over the role of the ‘mother’ in the house. I think it was a bit much for her though….

“Anyway, yes. So Bella made me promise I’d never go see Darielle on my own but one time, when I was 9, I’d ripped my favourite dress and Leon and Father were out shopping while Nebellea was out for lunch. I didn’t know who else to ask, so I knocked on Darielle’s door. It was like walking into the den of a Koloss in my head. This strange, mean woman with odd powers. She was a bit put out by the screaming child clinging to her…but she comforted me. I’m pretty sure she simply used the allomancy to make me happy again, but after I left I still felt good until father returned.

“So my secret, I guess, is that my cousin isn’t actually a total bitch.”

There was a chorus of laughter around the table, in part caused by the dainty 14 year old saying ‘bitch’. Even Penndlehave smiled slightly as he turned away to finish fixing one of Cassielle’s dresses.

“Is emotional allomancy really that bad?” asked Pallino.

“It’s mercurial,” Pidge eyed Quinn as he spoke, “But I can give you a sample if you’d like? Someone is literally changing your emotions, usually for their own gain. It’s a tactic, and something people frown on. It might be worth me doing it once just so you know in future. Just let me know.”

Pallino nodded, his attention returned to the game.

“I think we have time for one more hand before you three need to get ready for this ball,” Penn said, checking his pocket watch.

“My deal?” Quinn gathered up the cards and began shuffling before dealing the cards out to the table. I need to beat Cassie. Can’t have Panassians’ continuing to best me this week.

Zinc and Iron. A bad hand really, but he’d have to stay in. Pidge called, going all in with everything but his secrets, and everyone but Pallino followed suit.

“I should help Penn with that dress,” he muttered.

Quinn bet a secret again, and Pidge just glared at him before folding and crossing his arms.

“Looks like you and I are the only ones with the guts to play a game of risk, Lady P.”

“Quite. Can we draw now? I do believe I have bet all I can.”

They turned over the two central cards: steel and brass. Quinn fought down a smile,

“Looks like you’ll be telling another story soon, Cassie.”

“Oh I don’t think so.” She then lay down her hand. The dynamic duo, gold and atium. The end hand.

“Lord Ruler damn it!” Quinn threw down his cards, and the windows burst open as he reflexively lashed out with steel. “Oops.”

Pidge laughed and shook Cassielle’s hand, “A marvellous hustle, my dear. You need to show me who taught you to cut cards.”

“She was cheating?!” Quinn looked indignant. “You were watching me when she was cheating?”

“Of course, Quinn. It’s far too much fun watching you lose.” Cassielle and Pidge shared a laugh.

“Cough up, Lord Grey. What’s your secret?”

Quinn’s eyebrows left the frown he’d been wearing, and he walked over to close and relatch the windows.

“Do you consider yourself a sensible woman?” Quinn asked.

“How do you mean?”

“Well…would you say you had sensibilities? Are they offensible? I daren’t tell a story the ladies of this house will berate me for.”

“Don’t be a prude, Quinn. Tell me your secret.”

“Okay, okay. Just make sure you tell Nebellea you had to twist my arm with platitudes to get it. I don’t know if she ever told you, but I grew up in a brothel. Yes, Pallino, a brothel, don’t give me that look. Well my mother…there aren’t a lot of jobs for skaa that don’t involve beatings…so she ended up in one where she was treated nice, after a fashion. She gave birth to me, and four years later she got pregnant again. Issue is, Nobles can’t have children with skaa, can they? Contaminates the gene pool. So when this guy found out, she was taken away and killed…but let’s not get into that. Point is, I grew up in a brothel and the reason why isn’t some funny story.

“Well so I worked at this brothel and the busy nights were nights like these. The balls bring out a lot of drunk nobles and they like to go get their jollies, and the guards are all in one place so it’s a chance for the skaa to get some action too,” Cassiel paled slightly at the words, Penndlehave clicking and pointing with a meaningful look at Quinn, “So yeah. Working the night of the ball. Must have been about 13 or 14 at the time, your age. And this noble comes along. Big carriage, 4 guards, two horses, and him and his son get out. Sent me in to go get the master of the house. Out he wanders, shoulders slouched and voice barely a whisper. This noble was visiting, he said, and wanted his son to have his coming of age.”

“Coming of age?” Cassiel looked slightly stricken.

“Yep. Don’t worry, I won’t tell you about that one for fear of my tongue being cut out. But I’m sat out there while the son goes inside, and waiting on the Noble if he wants anything in our power to offer. Nothing, of course. What could skaa offer?”

“Entertainment,” muttered Pidge through clenched teeth.

“Too right,” Quinn touched his nose and pointed at Pidge, “Entertainment. So Bella likes to tease me because I have this fear of horses right. So my secret, my story with a secret, is why. To put it short and sweet, that noble thought it’d be funny to whip his horses into a frenzy while I stood between them. Lord Ruler, I wish I’d had the metals I have now. Instead I was trampled, terrified, and everytime I crawled away they poked me back under with sticks. If I passed out, they dunked me in water and threw me back.”

Cassielle had her mouth covered by her hand. “That is horrible. However did they get away with such a thing.”

“Oh that’s not a hard secret, Cassie. Don’t you know Skaa lives don’t matter?”

It was at this point that Nebellea walked in, a dressing gown tied around her waist.

“We need to get ready, Cas. Are you quite done corrupting my sister, Quillan?” She said it jokingly. Seems like this ball has her in a good mood, he thought.

“She was quite corrupted already, Nebellea,” Pidge interrupted, “Did you teach her to cut like that?”

Nebellea raised a single eyebrow, much like Cassielle had earlier, and escorted her sister out, tutting.

Chapter 32 Summary
The Session the Players were Dead Inside
  • Found out Alhara’s Steward Friend had speciality in fighting styles
  • Some debate as to his purpose
  • Resolved to find the Alloyed Haze as a group
  • Fallow and Quinn head into Austrex proper to find out more
  • Fallow finds out how the ships are “swarmed” during attacks, cargo seized, boats usually have the unusual number of two masts
  • Quinn corroborates accounts given to Fallow from noble reports.
  • Attackers all seem to be skaa in appearance and demeanor although some dressed in noble clothing
  • Attackers only stay if no resistance. If people on board fight back then they usually disappear again.
  • Fallow and Quinn return and relay this information
  • Alhara and Quinn then contact requisite people (Kistaaris and other steward) to let them know we’ll be out the city in the next few days pirate hunting
  • Fallow has a miraculous moment of having the foresight to make sure these pirates aren’t our secret allies
  • Bella finds a boat and crew for us to use
  • We sail around hoping to be attacked but fail to be so. Manage to cross a boat which has been attacked and track it back to a cove (find boat and no people)
  • We track the people across land to no success beyond guessing they are probably plantation skaa of the Lekal house
  • Matt regrets writing a backstory as Alhara sighs internally

Other stuff which happened

  • Quinn bothers Alhara trying to find out more about why she won’t fight. Asks about the coinshot she killed and why she wants to learn martial arts.
  • The allomancers have a little ruck to practice working in tandem and Owandise proves top dog, disappointing Fallow as much as impressing him.

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