Guerrillas In The Mist

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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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 Apparently the local bands of the Atium Eyes and Flame Cloaks have withdrawn for many weeks and they along with others are now planning for something greater.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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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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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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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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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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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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Chapter 3
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 Penn
  • 1 for Quinn

Adventure Log

  • 1 for Bella
  • 1 for Quinn

Flaw

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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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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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