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912126 No. 912126 ID: 470289

Choose a tale.

On the Other Hand…: A thief tries to put his family first, as the due for his first crime pursues him.

A Matter of Faith: A young priest grapples with her conviction as she spies on a monster.

The Pirate Life: An erstwhile Captain tries to find a new crew, a boat, and a pinch of iron.

The Decadence of Age: A noble in the twilight of his life indulges himself one last time.
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No. 912127 ID: 470289

Just a couple of rules, which will hopefully make the quest more enjoyable for everyone. I want people unfamiliar with Mistborn to be able to enjoy the quest as is without needing the read the source material, and for Mistborn fans to be able to enjoy the quest with the added context knowing the world gives. To that end however, Mistborn fans will have to be a bit more cautious with how they communicate in-thread. Please avoid all character or world related spoilers in this thread. There is a discussion thread ( >>/questdis/126596 ) where you can talk more freely and if you’re iffy on a post I suggest you put it there and link back to it in this thread. Anything that’s ‘common knowledge’ for most of the in-universe population is fair game here, though ideally, you’ll wait for it to be mentioned in the narrative first. For new readers, you should be warned you likely will be spoiled for the book series in some ways by reading this.

This is going to be kind of a freeform quest in structure, as I experiment with what I want to do here, but hopefully we can all have fun.

This will be a text quest.
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No. 912129 ID: e1d580

On the other hand sounds cool.
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No. 912135 ID: 90f3c0

The Pirate Life
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No. 912137 ID: afdebc

A Matter of Faith
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No. 912142 ID: 080aaf

The Pirate Life. Avast, cap'n Jack!
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No. 912201 ID: 094652

A Matter of Faith (or lack thereof)
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No. 912209 ID: 7c6b79

A Matter of Faith!
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No. 912237 ID: e0ca8d

A matter of faith
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No. 912250 ID: a62780

a monster you say?
matter of faith sounds good
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No. 912410 ID: 9fcd43

A Matter of Faith sounds cool!
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No. 912494 ID: 470289
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912494

A young girl willingly entered the Ministry of Steel fleeing the trappings of noble wealth. She pursued of the peace of mind a life of devotion to the Sliver of Infinity would give.

Her name?
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No. 912496 ID: 080aaf

Eartha.
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No. 912498 ID: 05ebc7

>>912494
Alana.
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No. 912515 ID: e0ca8d

Celine
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No. 912530 ID: 9fcd43

Anaïs
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No. 912531 ID: 341a80

>>912498
Celine.
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No. 912625 ID: d887c0

>>912494
Shana.
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No. 912641 ID: 094652

Elena Veritas Alucard
The Spydaughter
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No. 913633 ID: 470289
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913633

High Prelan Gavrie doesn’t look up from his paperwork as I enter his office and softly shut the wooden door behind me. His scribbling is the loudest sound in the room and I stand in between the chairs set out for guests, back straight and eyes focused on the ornate stained-glass window just behind his head. The room smells rich, varnish and Gravies own incense mixing inside the room. It’s better than the oily and sour odor that the last High Prelan gave off the last time I was called into this room, but I can already tell the smell will stick to my clothes just as fiercely as the last. The finery in the room hasn’t changed however, and Gravie is surrounded by the same wealth as his predecessor. The bookshelves are filled with tomes that look both well-dusted and unread, without a single crack in any of their spines, and the furniture that isn’t plush is inlaid with buffed gold and allomantically useless silver. He writes on a massive hardwood table strewn with papers in orderly piles.

Minutes after I’ve entered his pen stops, and he places a few sheets on one of the piles. His gaze raises and give me a clear view of the intricate tattoos encircling his eyes and extending past his temples and forehead. The few lines dedicated to noting him as an obligator of the Canton of Finance are still slightly red from their modification into the notations of our Canton of Orthodoxy. My own simple circles and lines mark the gulf in our positions for anyone with eyes to see. He takes another sheet of the pile and dips his pen in ink once more before dropping his eyes again.

“Where is Acolyte Alanaïs? I told Ulvrin to send her in an hour ago, not another messenger.”

“I am Acolyte Alanaïs, High Prelan. I came as soon as I received the summons.”

He looks up at me again and registers that my tattoos aren’t so sparse as to be an Initiate. His eyes rake over my slight stature and I can see a doubt shade his face.

“How old are you?” His voice sounds younger than I expected.

“Eighteen, sir. in a few months.”

For a moment I think he’s going to call in his secretary to double-check my rank and identity, which has happened before, but gives a slight shake of his head and goes back to his papers.

“You’re a seeker, correct?” He asks.

“Yes, High Prelan.”

“Good. I require a liaison between us and any of the ilk our colleagues at the Canton of Inquisition see fit to send. Wardef used to suffice, but he wrangled himself another position at the Canton of Finance. You knew him, yes?”

Wardef was a slob, letting his hair grow out so you could feel the fuzz and hitting on any girl who had the misfortune to cross his path. He was excellent at using both his powers and position as a Misting to his political advantage. He likely had dirt on every middle manager in the building before he left. He ignored me because I fell outside his preferred type, but we had attended some classes together.

“We were acquainted, High Prelan.”

“So, you know why we put up with him. Tineyes are often useful as liasons. They miss so little.” He sighs deeply. “Unfortunately, we lack another with his ability. You will have to suffice. I expect you to keep me aware of our guests needs once he arrives.”

He scribbles another line before moving the paper and starting on another. I’m… not sure if he’s dismissed me.
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No. 913637 ID: 2a7417

Take a guess and take your leave.
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No. 913661 ID: afdebc

>He scribbles another line before moving the paper and starting on another. I’m… not sure if he’s dismissed me.
Well, I suppose the important question here is has he told you everything you need to do your job? If there's any particulars of the role you're unfamiliar with, you should follow up on those now, before they become a problem, later.
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No. 913696 ID: e0ca8d

>>913637
A "yes, of course" and a "thank you" wouldn't go amiss, but this.
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