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Ebeli Quest: How to Manage your Plot Devices and Save Creation

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[x] Split the party. (Ruvelia, Ligier and Ebeli to wake Autochthon, the rest to confront the accelerated sickness.)
 
If this is Hunhow, a relevant question regarding the sudden decline in Autochthon's health:

What was the fate of the Clay Man on Ruvelia's world?
 
Don't forget, Autochthon (like all other Primordials) has adapted certain of Cecelyne's Charms to his own themes, including Unquestionable Yozi Authority.

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Unquestionable Yozi Authority
Cost: 5m
Mins: Essence 3
Type: Simple
Keywords: Compulsion
Duration: Indefinite
Prerequisite Charms: Demonic Primacy of Essence

The Yozis transcend all lesser aspects of themselves. While active, this Charm exerts an unnatural compulsion against demons with a lower Essence rating, preventing them from making any physical attacks that would knowingly target or risk obvious immediate harm to the Infernal, even in self-defence. The compulsion does not deter demons forced to attack by sorcerous binding, however. Demons with an Essence rating one dot lower than the Infernal may overcome this Compulsion for a scene by paying one Willpower, allowing them to attack freely during that time. Demons of lesser Essence can't muster resistance. Hostile demons can work around this Charm to an extent. An area attack that encompasses the Infernals' location is forbidden, since this would cause obvious immediate harm, but attacking a cliff to catch the Infernal in a rockslide is acceptable, since the rockslide is an indirect consequence of the attack that triggered it. Once an Infernal has Essence 6+, the cost to activate this Charm reduces to zero motes, and demons of equal Essence are affected by a resistible compulsion (and those with one dot less can no longer resist). Even demons of equal Essence lose the opportunity to resist once the Infernal has Essence 8+.
Repurchasing this Charm at Essence 4+ extends its effects to gods as though they were demons. All the usual loopholes apply, which is how the bravest gods aided the Exalted during the Primordial War.


Once we awaken him, we can have him reactivate this Charm, stopping Hunhow or whoever from trying to kill him.
 
ichypa said:
Hasn't it been said, repeatedly even, that part of what made Autochthon so isolated was that none of the other Primordials ever shared their Charms with him?
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They don't have a choice; a Primordial doesn't need permission to adapt the Charms of another Primordial to their themes. That particular Charm is part of the Great Geas that prevents gods and devas/demons from directly attacking a Primordial, which is one reason why Autochthon had to create the Exalted instead of simply outfitting the gods with artifact weaponry that could kill Primordials, which would have been considerably easier to make.

the DragonBard said:
Assumes would work on the Never/Onceborn equivalent of a demon/deva.
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FTFY, and a demon is a demon is a demon. If it can be bound and/or banished as a demon, the Law of Cecelyne applies to it as a demon.
 
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    • [X]Go to the Core. Awaken the Great Maker.


    "Shit," you say, "How has it gotten this bad? How long ago?"

    "A little more than a week."

    You stare at the former Minister, the former Fetich. Ray appears next to you and clears her throat. "Oh we fucked up."

    "That we did," you mutter, "I think I know why. When we were at the Well of Udr, we confronted a Divine Minister from a world where Autochthon had become the Engine of Extinction. When we banished it, we believed it would be sent back to its world-"

    "But instead, it was sent here. The home of the Divine Ministers." The iris narrows. "Hence, this is your responsibility."

    You nod. Sky folds his arms, narrowing his eyes. "This doesn't make sense, though. Didn't you help Autochthon get over his issues?"

    "When we reconciled him with..." Eyes go wide. Oh. Shit. You turn, but the Clay Man asks the question first.

    "Ruvelia, what was my fate on your world?"

    "Consumed by the Engine of Extinction," she says, "Sacrificing yourself against him to save the People of Adamant."

    Those words hang over the silence for a moment. You turn to Viator. "The Core. You, me, Clay Man, Ruvelia, Ligier."

    "We'll find Hunhow," Sky says. Shell shakes her head, walking to your side.

    "I have an idea," she says, "But I need to go with you. Quorum can cover more ground in her Colossus form."

    The Viator nods. The world around you blurs, warps, and you feel yourself pulled in directions you did not know exist-



    The stench of ozone assaults your nostrils. You feel your hair frazzle, and your teeth rattle. You look up- up and up. An immense, half buried sphere. Strands of starmetal webbing extending from it in every direction, with magitech spiders skittering across it in mad frenzy. A dome of adamant borders the sphere on all sides, black marks of scoring lightning already carved.

    Eight figures float on high, far enough away that you can't make them out- all of them holding onto strands of starmetal as the lightning ravages them.

    "Are those the Divine Ministers?" you ask.

    "Yes. They still cannot agree to wake him."

    You nod, solemnly. "Even at a moment like this, they can't agree. Somehow I'm getting the feeling he gets humans more than he should."

    The Clay Man walks forward, cupping his hands at his mouth. "Father!" he shouts, "Whatever you've seen- it's not what you think it is!"

    The storm surrounding the Core grows stronger. It dies for a moment, and the wind howls. Lightning rages, burning letters in Old Realm on the dome above. Cursing ignorance, cursing self. "Grief," you say, "Grief leads to anger."

    "Anger leads to hate," Ruvelia adds, "Hate, leads to suffering. For himself, and as no Primordial is a single being, it spreads."

    You turn to Shell. Even through the storm, even through the raging shutdown around you, as lightning burns the strands of starmetal around you, you don't lose hope. At least, not in your friends.

    "You had a plan, right?"

    Shell nods. "The reason he was so isolated was because his kin would never share with him," she says, "Always hold him at arms length. Never freely give him what they would give to each other."

    You nod. You turn to Ligier, and he confirms. And then grins. "Oh, this I like," he says.

    You shrug. "Okay, and?"

    Shell grabs the nearest starmetal cord. In her hand, she holds a glowing vial. "He has always wanted to understand. He has always wanted to belong. We show him, we show the Ministers, what this means."

    She wraps the cord around her wrist, the electricity running through her. Even through pain, even through the unleashed thoughts of Autochthon, she smiles.

    "I am Exalted. I am a Champion." She extends a hand to you. "And I lead by example."

    Without hesitation, you grab Shell's hand. You reach out, and the Clay Man takes yours. Ligier takes his, and Ruvelia takes his. The thoughts electric run through you, lifting you off the ground. "Now hold on," Shell yells, the storm becoming a typhoon, "Hold on, and don't let go! Right here, right now, we need each other like we never have before!"

    There is an eye in the storm. A literal eye, which you can feel see you.

    "That's right!" you yell, "You heard her! There is something beyond the individual! Something worthwhile beyond every day! We mortals live our lives proving it, but it's escaped you for an eternity!"

    The dome itself cracks. The eyes become many, all watching you.

    "You think your kin hate you- and they do! But they hate you because they don't understand you, and we barely understand ourselves! You studied us, created us, but you've done so at arm's length! You think you're alone- you think you're all powerful- but the simple truth is that this can't be catalogued, only shared, and only realized-"

    You tighten your grip on the Alchemical's hand and the Clay Man's hand. A chain extending from the young Alchemical to the lost fetich of Theion.

    "When we make connections instead of barriers!"

    "Because through unity there is strength!" Shell yells. "Through strength, there is hope!"

    She shatters the vial. Unleashed sorcery runs through the strand, through you all.

    "And when there is hope, we build tomorrow- together!"

    The vial- and the enclosed casting of Unity of the Closed Fist- run wild. Through you. Through the strand. Through the Divine Ministers connected to the Core. And through the Core itself. The storm rages, and in the wind you hear something.

    Laughter. Not haughty, but disbelieving and joyous.

    The world becomes light and gold and sunlight, and you join into the birthing gestalt-





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    [assessment]

    [analysis]

    [physical state assessed]

    [mental state assessed]

    [query][y/n]

    [y]

    [son][present][y/n]

    [y]

    [identify]

    [autochthon]

    [confusion]

    [query][y/n]

    [y]

    [assessment of physical complete]

    [assessment of spiritual complete]

    [permission][charm tree][solar][access][y/n]

    [ ]y

    [ ]n

    [ ]writein
     
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    autochthon is already more than strong enough to fuck everything up, making him stronger is unlikely to make it worse, but it might help him deal with some of the issues that are a hairs breath from dooming us all.
     
    jaiveer00 said:
    man i have a feeling auto-kun would let himself die just so he can feel it and attempt to understand it or something like that.
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    Of course, we could always, say, ride Autochthon through a stable tunnel through the Well of Udr to then have him become a giant super-robot and have him fight and dissect the Engine of Extinction instead.

    That solves more problems.
     
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