ÉQUIPE BROCCOLI
Samieh s'est trouvée incapable de s'inquiéter, toute la situation lui était étrangement familière, l'anxiété de la foule était la même de son groupe sur leur premier braconnage dans la forêt d'un noble. Bien sûr, quitter le mur et aller dans les quelques bois d'Enn avait une différence gargantuane en danger, mais elle a théorisé que la clé serait la même : la conscience. La beauté de l'humanité était la capacité d'apprendre avec l'erreur de l'autre, donc il était surtout une question de ne pas être le premier fou à avoir des ennuis en ce moment.
Elle a suivi la trace des nouveaux arrivants et de leur chef, sa cage sur sa main, elle essayait encore de comprendre Spook et sa distance avec les gens qu'il appelait personnellement, mais il semblait que ce serait inutile jusqu'à ce qu'il décide d'expliquer la mission à eux.
Son équipe n'avait pas vraiment l'air d'une équipe du tout, Kelsier avait quitté pour faire des dieux savent quoi, Scarlett avait délocalisé jusqu'à maintenant, Sharie était un leader réticent et Andica était, bien, autant d'une fille douce qu'elle se rappelait. Beaucoup détestaient une telle installation, mais elle l'aimait, elle n'avait jamais aimé la ville à cause de ses règles imaginer avoir à traiter avec un leader dur dehors aussi?
La vision à l'extérieur du mur était fabuleuse même si un peu attendu, sauvage, non réclamé et probablement inexploré. Elle a commencé à se demander pourquoi elle n'avait jamais essayé d'atteindre cet endroit auparavant, ces bois étaient probablement pleins de jeu et sans noble pour la chasser... bien que la pensée sur ce qui substituait les nobles et leurs chiens sur ces forêts était un peu effrayante, elle se disait d'être consciente et de laisser le travail de commettre la première erreur à d'autres une fois de plus.
"C'est drôle de voir la terre rencontrer le ciel, n'est-ce pas? Nous avons l'habitude d'avoir ce fichu mur entre ces deux-là » a-t-elle commenté à Scarlett, qu'elle devinait être une chasseuse, considérant son équipement et tout, bien qu'elle n'était pas sûre si elle était officiellement un ou un braconnier comme elle, mais était néanmoins une sœur dans le commerce.
Name: Kelsier Solidor
Abstract: A Traveler's son who wants adventure.
Detail:
A very tall man at 6'9", Kelsier was born to a Traveler, named Sigil and a courtesan named Seria. Not the most dignified parents to have, but he is proud of his heritage anyways. His mother had a drunkered husband who aquired a large debt and died in a street brawl, leaving her to be taken as compensation to pay his debt off. His parents met, one rainy, miserable day as the both tried to find shelter from the pouring rain. The closest spot was under a small bridge, so they both went under. They got to talking, and to pass the time, he astounded her with stories of his many travels and adventures. He made her happy like no one ever had. When the rain stopped, they went their separate ways. For the rest of the day, she could stop thinking about the dashing, hansome man with his quick wit and mischievous smile. The next day, she was taking a walk and found that here feet (and heart) has led her back to the bridge. She foolishly looked around and waited for awhile to see if she could find him again, be he was not there. She was just about to leave, when she heard someone call her name. She turned and there he was. Her heart lept with joy, though she did not know why.
They spent the afternoon wandering around an talking more, getting to know each other. When evening came, and she had to go, they promised to meet on the bridge again. They did and this pattern continued for a week. Seven days later, they met again but she suddenly thought that if he found out what she was, he would be disgusted and hate her. Try as she might, she couldn't keep that thought out of her head. He sensed something was wrong, but he held his peace, hoping she would come out with whatever it was. Seria's anxiety grew and grew until she couldn't stand it. She shouted something half-nonsense and flead with tears in her eyes. That night, while she was at work, she got a request. She had long since hardend herself to what she had to do. But she had a surprise, in the room was none other than Sigil! Confused, she just stared at him. He chucked and explained that he had known for awhile when he had started asking around about her. He handed her a small bunch of flowers that were a gift he was planning to give her. They sat, talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company until he had to leave.
The next day the met by the bridge again but this time, it was Sigil who seemed worried. Their time together ended with a sunset on a hill. There, he explained that he felt he had been in one place for too long and he wanted to go back to Traveling. She understood, but she asked him to keep her company before he left. They did and in the morning, he left with a short farwell.
Three months later, she found she was pregnant. Three more months later, and she bore Kelsier. She immediately knew that he was Sigil's with the intuition that only mothers know. This was confermed as the boy grew and resembled Sigil greatly in both looks and personality. As Kelsier grew older, Seria fell ill. To support them both, he did whatever he could to earn money, every disgusting, embarrassing, undignified job that no one else wanted to do. He even, in desperate times, became a thief and stole what they needed. By sixteen, his body was sharp and his mind far sharper. He had also started to show a wanderlust and he often dreamed about what lay outside the wall. One day, he saw a recruitment notace for the Enn Guard, trained soldiers to protect the people from threats both inside and out...or so they wanted the people to believe, the truth was, most of them were merely spoiled noblemen's sons who were pressied into servace or unwilling pesents who wanted the money more so than the work. So most of them were untrained, unwilling or surly. Not Kelsier, though. He worked at his job and did well, showing promise with the sword and spear and and a natural at hunting down and apprehending criminals. He spent five years like this, climbing the ranks to a full Captain. His massive, odd, high quality sword was made infamous by its size and sharpness. It was a gift, sent to him by a different Traveler on his sixteeth birthday. It bore a note that read:
 "Son, I have heard that you have grown into a fine young man and am told that you are the spitting image of me. I know that if this is true, you will one day feel the call to Travel, like I have. This may be too big for you now, but if you do answer the Call, you will need this to protect yourself with. I wish that I could have seen you grow up and one day hope that I will get to see you.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
-Your Father, Sigil
Now, Kelsier is twenty-one and he feels trapped, suffocated, and bored behind the walls. Old streets are too well traveled, the routine, too well established. He once again has turned his eyes outward, to the great unknown. His chance came when he spotted a mysterious request, posted by a Traveler...