He turned into the night, into the waiting mists, and went to find someone to make him a mistcloak.

Postscript

POSTSCRIPT

This short piece was originally published in the Mistborn Adventure Game pen and paper role-playing game by Crafty Games. When we signed on with Crafty, I promised them a short piece of fiction to go in the book, as a sweetener to fans.

I knew I wanted to do a Kelsier story, and it made sense to do a backstory piece digging into the time when he was training as a Mistborn. Showing Gemmel (whom Kelsier had mentioned in the main series) was important, as it is part of the story of how Ruin manipulated Kelsier into doing what he did in the first volume of the trilogy.

At the same time, I also knew that this story would potentially be read by people who hadn’t read the series. Having played many RPGs myself, I know that often one or two people in the group get really excited by a setting and do a campaign there—towing along the rest of the group, who aren’t as familiar with it.

One of my goals with this piece, then, was to have something that would act as a little showpiece for the setting—I wanted something the game master could give to his players who were unfamiliar with the books. Something that would get across the tone, explain the magic system quickly, and act as a short introduction.

Because of that, it’s a little more expository than the other Mistborn pieces in this collection, which assume that you’re already invested in the characters and setting.

Allomancer Jak and the Pits of Eltania, Episodes Twenty-Eight Through Thirty

ALLOMANCER
JAK
AND THE
PITS OF ELTANIA

EPISODES TWENTY-EIGHT THROUGH THIRTY

SPECIAL BOUND COLLECTION OF ALL THREE EPISODES!

EDITED AND ANNOTATED BY HANDERWYM, JAK’S OWN FAITHFUL TERRIS STEWARD!

This story contains minor spoilers for The Alloy of Law.

I BEGIN this week’s letter as I awake to a mighty headache.

Truly, dear readers, this pain was incredible—and the effect was a din inside my mind not unlike that of a hundred rifles firing. I groaned and rolled to my knees in the darkened chamber; my face had been resting upon cold rock. My vision shook and took time to recover.

What had happened to me? I remembered my contest with the koloss challenger—a brute sized like a steamrail engine, with strength to match. I had defeated him with a bullet through the eye, had I not? Had I not in so doing maintained the loyalty of the entire koloss clan?