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980072 No. 980072 ID: 0640da hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Exalted 2.5e (4/4 Players); Using houserules written by James Leng.

== The First Scream ==
Six days ago, an incident occured that shook the very foundations of Malfeas and his inhabitants. This incident would be known by demonic historians as the First Scream-- if, indeed, any historians are left after the events following ensue. The effects of the first scream were felt strongly by demons, akuma and Green Sun Princes alike. Without fail, all of them suffered-- Akuma and Princes felt a flood of Torment, curling into balls or fighting with one another, unable to understand what madness had befallen the Demon City. Demons let out screams of pain, despair and agony, and the city fell to chaos. Were it not for the timely intervention of the other members of the Reclamation, the Demon City may well have eaten itself alive.

A green sheen grew upon its surface from the eighth hour onwards, and the screams subsided into a low sobbing and gibbering, the whispers heard by all residents and fevered madness grinding against their sould. Ligier and other souls of Malfeas were inconsolable, impossible to speak to-- either from rage or despair, none could tell. A Thing was held immediately after control was wrested over the surrounding area by less addled Yozi, and all Infernals who could attend were ordered to. Something was very, very wrong with Malfeas.

== And Their Fears ==
What came afterwards was no shock to those who understood the underlying fears of the Yozi, but caused a great clamor nonetheless. The Ebon Dragon, hat in hand, ordered everyone to stop work on the Second Reclamation, and in turn each Primordial after gave their own orders to do the same. Something much more urgent had occurred-- something that must remain secret at all costs, but which demanded that Malfeas play on the defensive for the next decade, at least-- until the issue could be directly resolved. All hands on deck.

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No. 983535 ID: 0640da

Let's resolve a few things and get back on track. We'll go step by step, as suggested.

Firstly: After a bit more negotiation, Baldy's Read Motive (posted in Discord, thanks) breaks through her DVs. You seem to understand she wants to sign this agreement, desperately-- and that she had no plans to harm anyone in the first place. Her violence was incidental-- just her nature. It's clear that the violence she committed was not her objective, and that she was after something else. She has no clear killing intent towards you-- she just murders as naturally as she breathes. In fact, she's looking down condescendingly at this very moment.

Eventually she relents, at fistpoint, she actually signs the document, realizing she has no leverage. It's about now she starts asking for food in an obnoxious manner-- and gets her jaw ripped out by Doom for begging, making her silent and, well, not cooperative with further questioning. Probably still hungry, too. This does not endear her to the group, and she begins exploring options to kill herself silently. Baldy, still reading her motivations, understands she's plotting something.

Can I get a feel for the actual physical construction of the cage you are putting her in?
No. 983779 ID: f57349

First thought for the deathknight containment cell is basically a multi-story variant of https://www.gunnerkrigg.com/?p=25 plus a series of stone-slab portcullises, operated by winches in water-filled tunnels underneath. Each section between a pair of slabs has a set of levers connected to little flags up above, through rod-logic inside the walls, so it's possible to send simple prearranged messages to the people controlling the doors but not social attacks. Convenient 'mounting points' for thaumaturgical wards and Private Plaza Of Downcast Eyes throughout the entire structure of course. Comfortable apartment at the center if reasonably possible, including storage space for barrels full of supplies and a basic food-prep area in case she ends up spending significant time there. Maybe glass peepholes in the slabs so it's always possible to look at the entire next-inmost section, confirm vacancy before opening? Ideally the dragon kings can install crystal-tech light sources, rig up basic alarm wards, and enclose it with that wide-area fixed version of the Celestial Air Path's capstone.
No. 983781 ID: f57349

rolled 9, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 7, 2, 8, 5, 8, 7, 3, 3, 9, 6, 4, 3, 1, 2, 10, 3, 8, 4, 5, 9, 2, 10, 3, 5, 10, 6, 6, 6, 2, 10, 10, 8, 1, 8, 5, 5, 9, 1, 7, 8, 1, 9, 8, 8, 1, 6, 6, 5, 1, 4, 2, 9, 3, 9 = 318

Oh, also: if Cleaving consents to medical care, and there's nothing more urgent going on, I'll use the Resplendent Satchel's Instrument of Regrowth to provide her with a new jaw - incidentally presenting a chance to delay those nefarious plans by the nigh-foolproof expedient of total anaesthesia, examine grafted weapons more closely, and harvest, pack for storage, and transfer to Maharani's Elsewhere pockets any bodily exotic ingredients the deathknight wouldn't miss - as much blood as the Wound-Mending Needles can safely replace in time, Mournful Eyes if those criteria seem likely to apply and the whole face could be regrown as a single piece, etc.

Rolling Intelligence 5 + Occult 4 + excellency 9 for academic knowledge to identify features of supernatural interest, Dexterity 5 or Perception 5 + Medicine 5 + tools 4 + excellency 10 for diagnosis and exploratory surgery if necessary. Might be willing to risk some peripheral essence expenditure for such a delicate task with so little risk of observation, but definitely not beyond the 4-7 mote level.
No. 983812 ID: afdebc

rolled 1, 6, 4, 7, 5, 9, 6, 3, 4, 6, 9, 6, 6, 5, 9, 1, 5, 1, 5, 10 = 108

>Convenient 'mounting points' for thaumaturgical wards
>Ideally the dragon kings can install crystal-tech light sources
>enclose it with that wide-area fixed version of the Celestial Air Path's capstone
When informed of her counterpart's plans, 'Rani will attempt to assist by leveraging her burgeoning influence among the dragon kinds to recruit the necessary specialists: individuals with knowledge of the Art of Warding and Exorcism, with dots in the Solid Earth path, and a master (or near-master) or the Celestial Air path.

Per the houserules for recruiting help, the roll for that is Appearance 10 + (Contacts or Backing). 'Rani doesn't have a variant of either social background relevant to this community, but if she's successfully instilled an intimacy of Adoring Devotion in a chunk of the population, then that might be good for a bonus- and if she's successfully added them to her cult, then that background could be rolled instead.

>and transfer to Maharani's Elsewhere pockets
The shipbound siren will also cooperate with this, or perhaps pretend not to notice it's happening.
No. 984057 ID: aa00cd

rolled 9, 2, 9, 6, 4, 2, 4, 7, 6, 5, 6, 10, 5, 1, 4, 9, 8, 10, 6, 9, 5, 5, 10, 4, 5, 1, 6, 3, 8, 10, 3, 5, 7, 9, 5, 3, 10, 7, 7, 4, 3, 2, 6, 4, 9, 5, 3, 1, 2, 3, 5, 4, 5, 10, 1, 10, 8, 10, 10, 8 = 348

Assuming that the creepers will be casting raising the earth's bones to facilitate the process, John clears the relevant area and provides markers as required for the spell to be cast; afterwards, it sets about creating wooden furnishings for the apartment- table, chairs, dresser and blankets, wooden dishes and mugs, as well as a rug and other decorations. Might be unwise to give a prisoner ample places to hide things, but with the airlock set up it's probably easy enough to avoid ever being in a position where that's a problem.

Naturally Suuzen and her cohort request privacy during the creation of the cell, to ensure sensitive information isn't linked- John should be able to stay relatively unseen during the process.

Spending four personal motes on Flesh Weaving Tendrils, then seven more to finish forty one hours of work for every hour invested. If I've been awarded at least two dots of stunt awards among my last two posts, then I don't need to spend any peripheral, so my anima banner is still at 0.

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982832 No. 982832 ID: 9c1ef3 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]

Humans gave us our forms. Once, we were like fog, dispersed, without identity or purpose. Then they came, and they made stories, they influenced one another, and they, more than anything else, believed. The fog we once were became something more. It shifted, it swirled, it separated, gained color and density. Things they wanted, things they wished for, things they desired and adored. Things they hated, things they worried about, things they despised and things they feared. In some ages, we were called gods. In others, we were called fey. In still others, angels, or aliens.

Beings of power, that's the point. Manifestations of everything they believe.

- - -

"It's a good time, Eva. You should be proud." A young man and his best friend progress down the halls of their college. He's in a wheelchair - granted, a wheelchair that looks like an iPod is somewhere in its ancestry - and she's walking beside him. His dark hair and dark eyes, frail-looking frame, and heavy clothes made to obscure his body rather than make a statement contrast with the wild red hair and bright green eyes of his friend, her bright fashion and total lack of shame in her athletic body. They've always been seen together, since middle school at least. A study of opposites, in everything from appearance to class, Timothy and Eavan. "You're getting antsy and it's affecting your performance."

"I know, I know. But I'm still missing something." the young woman mopes, raising her arms in an expression of frustration that makes the young man chuckle. She punches the air, bouncing on her heels. "I'll get it next time. It's gotta be my diet or something, I know I'll really be on point tomorrow!"

They part ways as they leave the school for home. Unseen, overhead, a blue fire flickers in the air, shifting as it watches them leave.

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No. 983591 ID: e8bee9

We need to know the war we're fighting in.
No. 983677 ID: e7c7d3

Try to see if there's any hooks in this deal
No. 983760 ID: 9c1ef3

Trying something new here, hopefully the update is more readable this way.

"So... What sort of war is this?"

:pohicon:It's a little difficult to explain to someone who isn't a Manifestation. That is, an elemental being of power, a... sort of condensed lump of belief in something. There's many of us. I am Justice. My rival, or rather, the enemy overall, is Villainy. Remember, not evil, Villainy. The distinction is important. Evil is too powerful to bother with our affairs. But Villainy is petty. He started all of this. So very very long ago, he murdered one of our number. Killed them utterly, erasing them. No matter what side you're on, that's... That is taboo. It hurts reality. Myself and most of the other Manifestations at the time took issue with it, but Manifestations usually cannot interact directly.

"Which is why the murder was so foul. It was supposed to be impossible."

:pohicon:Exactly. Among other reasons that are difficult to explain. So we took champions to right the wrong, and we clashed with Villainy's side and his champions. We were not victorious. Beaten and broken, he found one among us and changed them. I don't even remember their name or which one was changed, no one does. When Villainy did these things - the murder, the conversion - it was like removing a thread from a tapestry and burning it, or dying it. They were just...
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No. 983784 ID: 094652

>Killed them utterly, erasing them. No matter what side you're on, that's... That is taboo.
"So even Evil was disturbed by the resulting shake-up?"
>Beaten and broken, he found one among us and changed them.
"I take it Evil wasn't as disturbed. So what is the concept of 'evil' in this universe? It's so... nebulous, at this point."

>Before you ask, he wasn't the man with the bad haircut and tiny stache. Some doctor, I think? One of the other Manifestations chose little man with the big voice as his champion. It was his type.
"Ah. I take it Narcissism chose the loudmouth. And chose again, recently. As for the doctors, they needed guinea pigs for the science they'd been forbidden to research for years; orchestrating the escalation of a world-spanning war just so they could finally get a lifetime supply of test subjects is exactly what I'd expect of the concept of 'villainy'."

"So what was the Manifestation background behind Operation Paperclip?
Can multiple Manifestations inhabit the same body or does that cause schism paradox failure?
Can you loosely describe the concept that was murdered, or is there an information block on all of humanity as a result of their nonexistence?
What happens when champions 'team up', per se? Does this make memes related to the concepts of the champions intertwined or merged together?
Am I insane and hallucinating all of this as my body bleeds out in a bush?"
No. 983786 ID: e7c7d3

Ask if there's other champions. Are we alone in this fight?

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941408 No. 941408 ID: 15a025 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts] [Last 100 posts]

Attempting a one shot quest to get better at drawing a bit. Hope it will be enjoyable for everyone.
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No. 979628 ID: 894419

Promise not to detonate anything, cross fingers behind back.
No. 983720 ID: 15a025
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>Fine, leave grumpy bear
>OK, sorry about the mess. Anything you might be able to do to make it up to him?
Korva: "Okay grumpy. Anything I can do to make things up to you?"

Grumpy Bear: "I'd ask you to rebuild what you blew up, but I know that's not happening."

Korva: "Yeah, sorry about that. I need to help my friend though!"

Grumpy Bear: "Then just keep your word that nothing else blows up. I'm the maintenance guy here."

Korva: "Oh is that what your job is?"

Grumpy Bear: "That and helping blow out some new tunnels. Gotta say though, blowing stuff up kinda lost its charm after doing it for months."

Well with that I wave good bye to the grumpy bear and enter the Danger! Keep out! Tunnel.
No. 983721 ID: 15a025
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Eugh, I can tell this tunnel hasn't seen much life. There's all kinds of spider webs in here.

Farris: "Ah! Korva! A little help please?"

Oh no! Looks like while I was swatting my way past those webs Farris got stuck in one!
No. 983724 ID: b1b4f3

Look out for spiders before messing with that web. Cut away the strands.
No. 983764 ID: 894419

Consider using dynamite to solve the problem, rethink that decision, then just use something sharp to tear away the web.

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