The Ashen Hands, feel that they need more members for their crew, Loyalty being top on their priority list, thus the scheme to intercept a prisoner transfer from the under jails of the Canton of Stability, the Canton of Intelligence and the Canton of Inquisition was their primary target.
These poor prisoners were on their way to the docks of Luthadel where they would be loaded aboard the Narrow boats and sent up the River Channerel, to the infamous Pits of Hathsin, from which there is no return.
The idea was simple, any man rescued from such a fate, would be more than grateful of being rescued, and they hoped they would make fine members to their crew.
The Ashen's leader Sully felt that they would still need some extra muscle on this type of heist, so he set about looking for someone who would be willing to work for them. The previous night he had ran into a strange individual, seems that while staking out the Old Travis Inn (A place where a mysterious noble was running that night a trial looking for talent) One person managed to get by Sully's observation. Sully waited in the dark close to the stone bridge that ran across the canals. He never saw the man who eventually answered the call.
Sully burnt Tin, the effect allowed him to see better in the growing evening mists, he soon heard the sound of breaking windows coming from the opposite side of the Inn. He burnt steel, and tossing down a coin pushed onto the roof of the Inn quickly scaling across to the other side.
Through the darkness he saw a figure leap off into the night, thanks to his tin he could clearly make out the signs of a mistcloak that the individual was wearing. His tin also noted the presence of a toxic incense that was still burning within the room from which the windows stood open, one pane broken, spilling the incense smoke out into the evening air.
Sully added iron to the his already growing list of metals and took off after the individual, the thought of another Mistborn intrigued him, especially one that was answering a secret trial test, through which this unknown noble house was going hire outside talent, obviously a job that they didnt want to use their own members on.
The Mistborn that was way ahead of Sully had no idea he was being followed, he was concentrating on getting to the location of the trial before the clay tube which incidently was spilling a very fine yellow powder, ran out. he had managed to survive the highly toxic incense that was burning in the room, and thanks to burning pewter ripped the lid from the coffer that carried the clay tube. In removing it from the coffer the tube broke as it was meant to. He read the note and acted as quick as possible, the note simply mentioned that if he didnt bring the tube to His Lord Ruler's Chapel within the Old Gate district, by the time the grains ran out, he had failed the test.
So Mask, as the Mistborn was known, rapidly searched the night for the thickest blue lines, pulling on them with his Iron and flying out and over the rooftops towards the Old Gate district, had little idea of the other mistborn that had taken to following him from the Travis Inn.
Sully was surprised, it took no time at all for the mysterious mistborn to outrun him, and fade from his sight, Sully landed on a wide rooftop and began to think, things were not going well for him this night, first this mistborn managed to enter the inn without him seeing his approach, and second he was too fast to catch. All that was left was to return to the Travis Inn and enter the room with the toxic incense, he retraced his route back to the Inn and swung into the room, the Incense holders had long since burnt out, and he quickly found a note lying on the floor next to a small round table, something had been glued to the table, and been removed by force.
He read the note, "Bring the clay vial to the chapel of his Lord Ruler, climb the western bell tower before the grains run out"
Now he knew where the next meeting would take place, but he was running very late, wasting no time he set off in the direction of Old Gate, his metals were burning low, and soon they ran out altogether. Sully took to the side alleys and dark streets, keeping an eye out for the Imperial patrols that would sweep the streets for any misplaced Skaa. without the metals, his allomancy was useless.
As he approached the area of the chapel, he suddenly saw that the very same mistborn was not returning his same way, he dived into a doorway, pressing himself as tight as possible into the shadows, but it was to no avail, the Mistborn walked right up to him, he was caught.
It would seem that the mysterious Mistborn, found Sully, very amusing. He told him to relax and invited him for drinks and moment of simple conversation. Once within a bar in the Twists, they talked, first about the trials, and Mask introduced himself, Mask was the leader of a new crew called the Rage, they seemed more like a rebel crew than a thieving one, like the Ashen Hands. Mask was very open about his past, his ideals and goals, he didnt seem to hide anything, he explained the job offer he was made, and Invited Sully to join him for a 50/50 share of the 600 boxings that he was offered.
In return, Sully explained that he needed extra muscle for a prison break out, he was planning in three days, he told him to come to a meeting that they would be holding, and gave Mask the location of his Safe House, as a token of faith.
MEANWHILE... Lord Storham Barreneau, who used his noble status to buy contraband items to the Skaa and sell these prohibited items through the local network of Black Markets, had made a name for himself. His new position as Fixer to the Ashen Hands, was something that interested him highly. He used his personal network of contacts and his influence to uncover as much detail as possible about the timetable of when and how the prisoners would be transferred, yet he was still lacking vital information, such as in which carriages would the captured Mistings be transported, for this was the true prize for hitting the prison caravan.
Kywla, a Terriswoman and once Steward to the Great Noble House Elariel, felt it was time to help out, she had a contact within the ministry a Prelan, the fourth son of Lord Elariel, who she had brought up almost like a mother, before he was sent off to the Ministry training academy. She had not seen or heard from him in many years, and the idea of trying to contact the man that once was called Minkas, seemed a crazy idea. But none the less she sent word to him to come to a meeting, and Minkas, agreed. Stroham decided that the idea of a meeting between Kwyla and the Prelan, was far too dangerous, he felt that all the crew would have to take up hidden positions within the plaza where the two would meet, just in case things fell through and it was just a trap.
The scene was set for the meeting...