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In Closed 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
If the CS asks about secret hideouts, does that mean we won't all be starting in prison?
Count me in for this. I'm thinking of a character already.
I'll shelve this idea for a while.

...And now it's coming back.
As implied by the title, this is a mystery/adventure type game set in the world of Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn books. It is set 5 years before Alloy of Law, and will take place in and around Elendel. Sound good? Read on.



STORY:


Lord Tevidian Tekiel the Third, High Lord of the most powerful banking family in Elendel, has disappeared. How? Why? No one knows. The constabulary are flumoxxed and while the broadsheets are a fountain of speculation, the Tekiels cry bloody murder against the kidnappers and the other noble houses of Elendel become increasingly agitated that an unknown force could strike to the heart of such a powerful institution.

As the city works itself up into a frenzy and the perpetrators are no closer to being found, Elendel’s senate has pushed and allowed for the constabulary to create a special investigative crew with far-reaching powers of inquiry and arrest. This new “17th Squad” as it is known will be a team of uniquely qualified individuals with the skills to see Lord Tevidian returned safely. They’re not just top cops either, or even cops at all. The idea isn’t that they have a brilliant record in the constabulary or even with the law. They just have to be able to get the job done.

So who are these people and what are their skills? That’s for you to decide. In this game, you will be playing the members of the 17th Squad as you delve into this mystery. Good luck, and remember: there's always another secret.

OTHER INFO:


I don’t feel like I have to write much here, because if you’re reading this far down, you’ve also read the books, right? You already know where Elendel is and what it’s like, how allomancy and feruchemy work, and all that good stuff. Still, here are a few useful links if you ever need a refresher or some specific details on the world.

Map of the Elendel Basin and surrounding lands

Map of Elendel City

Excerpts from the gamebook accompanying the Mistborn tabletop game, including a lot of worldbuilding details.

The Coppermind wiki, which is a bit patchy but still very useful.

Finally, this game was created before Shadows of Self and Bands of Mourning were published, so we'll not really be including any of the revelations that came from those books. You do not need to be familiar with them, because I was working solely off of Alloy of Law and the original trilogy.

CHARACTER SHEET:


This layout is only a suggestion, so feel free to change the format if you wish.

Name:
Species:
Gender:
Age:
Metallic Abilities:

Appearance:
History:
Personality:

Strengths:
Weaknesses:

Personal items:
Other:

Introduction: (An IC post showcasing your character doing what they do and then accepting the call to be a part of the 17th Squad)
Rebekah Green


"Yeah, that was me" Rebekah replied, taking and shaking the hand. "And it's good to meet you too. The way that teacher was going off on everyone, I thought I'd better make a peace offering. That, and not give her any more ammunition than I absolutely had to. You could almost feel her zeroing in on kids' weak spots and thinking of ways to embarrass them. It's crazy."

Complaining about teachers. It was the standby of schoolyard conversations everywhere. Was she really falling into such cliched conversation already? No, she thought. That was safe but boring, completely out of place at Herculean Academy. She changed tacks quickly.

"But yeah, whatever you were about to say, I probably could, and I'm fine with helping people out. Just after breakfast this morning, this one teacher got me to grow his collection of magic rocks and gemstones. I gave him back diamonds bigger than your head, and it cost me nothing. It drove my old teacher crazy, the way I completely brake economics, but hey, why not. So tell me, what's the plan, what am I growing, and what are we going to do with it?"
This school needs more nice people. There's a huge mountain of ego already.
It is for me. :)

I wonder if we have enough timezones covered in this game that it is always morning for someone.
Morning Ogobrogo.

Rebekah Green


The morning's class dragged on. Though Rebekah had initially been excited about taking classes with and for superheroes, the reality didn't quite measure up. Since aliens apparently existed, she would have thought that humans weren't the only ones capable of higher reasoning and laying out a coherent train of thought, but she was now beginning to doubt this. Meredith Hillard staggered drunkenly from one point to another, skipped and hopped lightly over a few tangential details before veering off in another barely related direction. She did seem knowledgable about biology, and the coursework was contained in what she said, but oh boy did it take some work to separate the wheat from the chaff and get it out of there. Rebekah brow was growing deeper and deeper furrows as Meredith laid out the syllabus.

The course, apparently, would contain human anatomy, ecosystems and ecology, cell biology and genetics. This all seemed like good stuff to know and even interesting, but Rebekah was fast coming to the conclusion that this would not be her favourite class here at Herculean Academy. She would go through with it, learn what she could, but having to deal with a teacher who went beyond eccentric into scatter-brained and sadistic would suck the joy of learning from that class for her.

The class came to an end, and lunchtime rolled around. Most of the students trooped off towards the cafeteria, and some towards the dorms. Rebekah followed the second group, to quickly check on her possessions. If they had been disturbed for a second time that morning, she would need to take stronger action. As it turned out, they had not. The cupboard door was still jammed shut, with her bags safe inside. Seeing this, she shrugged off her school bag filled with books, pens and notes and instead picked up a second backpack of green and yellow, opened an empty pocket and slid in the jewel that Professor Veilleur had given her that morning. This was the one that she mentally referred to as her "super bag" and was growing towards being, so far as she was concerned, the most massively useful collection of items ever assembled into a space of under 35 litres.

All shrunk down and organised into their own individual pockets were everything from extra clothes for a number of situations, food, drink and other survival supplies, first aid kits, combat gear, vials of some interesting chemicals and a few handy gadgets to top it off. When she left the room, it was this bag that sat on her shoulders, because after lunch, instead of more theory classes, she had her first practical training. Exactly what that would mean, she didn't know yet, but whatever came, she would be prepared. With her super bag, she always was.

Lunch was already well underway in the cafeteria when she arrived. A cacophony of conversation hit her from all around as she got her food. There seemed to be some kind of disturbance going on in the other food line, but she ignored it. This was a time for students to mingle with each other, socialise and get to know each other. As important as her studies were, Rebekah knew that if she went through a year at this new school without a few friends beside her, frankly, her life would suck. She didn't mind spending time alone, but loneliness was another matter. So far as she knew, the first step to friendship was proximity, and so, when she spied a group of girls who she recognised from biology class, she went to them and sat down at the table.

"Hey" she said as she set her tray down. "How's it going?"
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