plotvitalnpc
Once more walking the path of the catgirl.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
One of the worlds of the Orrery is Exalted Modern, where the alchemical exaltation is...very different.
Ebeli Quest: How to Manage your Plot Devices and Save Creation
Normal one, yes. "Modern" alchemical exaltations, however, aren't. They are, at the most basic form, lunar exaltations that were put through a process relatively similar to one that turned solar exaltations into infernal ones, and infused with Autochton's charms by means of harvesting flesh and essence from a bound and perpetually tortured Autochton. They, unlike pretty much all other forms of exaltations, are actually physical objects, that can be picked up and bonded with by pretty much anyone. In principle, they are the only exaltations one could simply... buy.
Essentially, think Guyver units.
Emerald Oracle
Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force
- Location
- The Else
They're also the only iteration of Alchemical Exaltations that doesn't require a complicated Vat system to change their loadouts. Instead, the Exaltation basically folds itself back into the Soulgem/Guyver Unit and the load out changes itself. Very useful, and vastly reduces the usually prhobitive logistics involved in properly equipping an Alchemical.
TERRESTRIAL GROINSPAWN
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
[X]Find out what set off the Brasshole this time.
You sigh, reach up, and press your finger against Sky's lips. "If I left him alone for an hour while we were in Yu Shan, he would have infected the Loom with Voidcancer. If we want to be alive to hold this conversation, we'd better see what's set him off."
He nods with a smile. "Yeah."
You roll your eyes, climbing out of bed. "You would think divine beings would have a greater level of self control than this."
"Ebeli, I think we proved that wrong when we met our first King of the Woods."
You changed to a normal yellow dress and earthen overcoat, grabbing your infinite resplendence amulet just in case, and Sky used his instant movement charm to carry the both of you to where Autochthon was yelling. The two of you appeared a dozen or so feet away, in the high grass outside of a new clearing, and both of you idly hope that the 'groinspawn' in question wasn't Bright Star's daughter because that would be a bad conversation.
Instead of the screams of those at the mercy of the Great Maker and his anger management problems, you hear music. Cords of string instruments, light chimes of keys, and melodious, human voices singing a song about a sailor on the Western Seas.
"-and on my back, like that. Good!"
You walk through the high grass with purpose. No. No. You will have words with Ray. You should have known about this.
Is Autochthon singing?
"My dear- you're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be. Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea~"
"You only heard it once?"
"I have good memory. My dear, you're a fine girl! What a life could there be for we! But my life, my love, my lady, is the sea~"
You walk through the high grass. Unblinking, your gaze like steel. You see it. A good dozen mortal attendants playing music on varied instruments, the carriage itself opened up and with a tea set and chairs already set up. At the center of the clearing, Autochthon is dancing with a woman who would be tiny against his encounter suit, but he's changed to the smaller version.
The woman has red hair, a faint green tinge to her skin, and a flower in her hair. You know the flower isn't set there, it's part of her hair, like the rose petals that follow her as she leads him through the song and dance.
You know who this is. You know very well. There is only one word for this person.
"MOTHER!"
They seemingly ignore you. Autochthon takes your mother's hand- the hand of V'Neef, daughter of the Scarlet Empress, and spins her. With the grace of a dancer, she extends a hand towards you and gestures you closer, before spinning back into the arms of the bound primordial as they continue dancing.
"Ebeli! Sorry for the fright. Do you know why my Anglykae are refusing to play?"
You shift your sight to essence. Hiding behind the carriage, you see a dozen harpists hiding, shaking in terror.
"Because you're dancing with the Great Maker. They're terrified."
V'Neef, of House V'Neef, cocks an eyebrow and continues dancing with Autochthon. "But if they don't play, they die."
"You are dancing with the Great Maker. They are going to risk death rather than expose themselves to him."
Your mother rolls her eyes at the solemn pronunciation. Then turns, spinning out, holding Autochthon's own extended hand. "Well, then! Autochthon- swear you will intend no harm towards my entourage!"
"Of course."
"On?"
"I swear on my very tools and creations they need fear no harm from me."
And with that, music starts playing. A quick scan confirms that yes- nervous, shaken, the anglykae are nonetheless playing. Your mother- as expected- has gotten Autochthon to behave. It takes you some moments to process this.
"And from the top!"
And then your mother continues dancing a upbeat, bouncy step with the bound primordial. Who is singing. Again. And quite frankly he has a nice singing voice.
"There's a port- on the Western Sea, that serves the entire merchant fleet-
"Where sailors come and share tales about their homes~"
Your mother is giggling. She's- yes, she's flirting with Autochthon.
"There's a lady at the nicest bar,
"Who pours for sailors near and far-
"They say 'Lady, another round!'
"She serves them whiskey and rum.
"They say 'My dear! You're a fine girl! What a good wife you would be! Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea~'"
You clear your throat. Louder. "They're adorable," Sky observes. You clear your throat louder. The dancers- your mother and the King of All Craftsmen- turn to you. "Yes?" Autochthon asks.
"Why were you yelling, and I quote, 'Unhand me you self-important Terrestrial Groinspawn?'"
"Ah, yes. Apologies for that but it was a misunderstanding. I was tuning the hologlyphic interface of my encounter suit when your charming mother's entourage came across it and attempted to steal it."
V'Neef shrugs. "A giant made out of all six magical materials? Just laying there?"
"I reacted as I did. A terrible first impression but then there were apologies and she asked me if I would like some tea."
You blink. You had Judge's Ear on so that entire thing was true. In less than an hour, your Mother has managed to get Autochthon to apologize for something, and also has spent the time dancing with him. Flirting with him. Her terrifying social abilities are apparently enough to tame a Primordial.
"So this is it," you state flatly, "This is Hell."
Autochthon looks up. Then back to you.
"Can't be right. The Sun isn't Green."
V'Neef snort-laughs loudly, arm wrapped around Autochthon's and leaning against him. You're not sure when you became comfortable with the fine Realm tradition of matricide, but you're far too comfortable right now with the idea of killing your mother.
"So, tea?" V'Neef says with a giggle, "I think we should have some tea."
You had some tea.
The four of you reclined, attended hand and foot by Mother's people and her entourage. While having your tea, she naturally complimented you on finally noticing what everyone else did.
"Unfortunately, your father and I were both far too busy with economic matters to attend the wedding, but I understand it involved killing a Deathlord. Was the honeymoon as notable?" She adds that little lilt to the end. That lilt with meaning.
"Kind of," you say with a shrug, "Ended up finding my Lunar Mate. Finding out he's an insane hundred foot long orca."
V'Neef nods.
"You must bring your husband with you next time you visit," Autochthon says, drinking the tea through a straw extruded from his finger, "He must compliment you excellently if you're still of this humor after so long."
"He is," Mother says, patting Autochthon on the hand, and then turns to Sky, "So, any progress on children?"
Sky chokes on his tea. You stare at V'Neef, close your eyes, and sip your tea. Calm runs through you. This must be that artifact set Mother keeps with her.
"Well keep at it," V'Neef says, "I hope some day you know the joy of having children and paying people to raise them."
Autochthon snorts. "Are you flirting with the Great Maker?" you ask.
"Just because I've ordered doesn't mean I can't look at the menu," she says with a shrug. You turn, with no small alarm, at Autochthon. As Mother just admitted it was play. Autochthon shrugs.
"If we attempted it, I would most likely cause her to explode."
Right. Right. Right. You turn back to Mother. "So, why are you here, exactly?"
V'Neef sips her tea, smiles, and sets it down on her saucer.
"I wanted to know what your timetable was for taking over the Realm, because the Isle's getting ugly."
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You sigh, reach up, and press your finger against Sky's lips. "If I left him alone for an hour while we were in Yu Shan, he would have infected the Loom with Voidcancer. If we want to be alive to hold this conversation, we'd better see what's set him off."
He nods with a smile. "Yeah."
You roll your eyes, climbing out of bed. "You would think divine beings would have a greater level of self control than this."
"Ebeli, I think we proved that wrong when we met our first King of the Woods."
You changed to a normal yellow dress and earthen overcoat, grabbing your infinite resplendence amulet just in case, and Sky used his instant movement charm to carry the both of you to where Autochthon was yelling. The two of you appeared a dozen or so feet away, in the high grass outside of a new clearing, and both of you idly hope that the 'groinspawn' in question wasn't Bright Star's daughter because that would be a bad conversation.
Instead of the screams of those at the mercy of the Great Maker and his anger management problems, you hear music. Cords of string instruments, light chimes of keys, and melodious, human voices singing a song about a sailor on the Western Seas.
"-and on my back, like that. Good!"
You walk through the high grass with purpose. No. No. You will have words with Ray. You should have known about this.
Is Autochthon singing?
"My dear- you're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be. Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea~"
"You only heard it once?"
"I have good memory. My dear, you're a fine girl! What a life could there be for we! But my life, my love, my lady, is the sea~"
You walk through the high grass. Unblinking, your gaze like steel. You see it. A good dozen mortal attendants playing music on varied instruments, the carriage itself opened up and with a tea set and chairs already set up. At the center of the clearing, Autochthon is dancing with a woman who would be tiny against his encounter suit, but he's changed to the smaller version.
The woman has red hair, a faint green tinge to her skin, and a flower in her hair. You know the flower isn't set there, it's part of her hair, like the rose petals that follow her as she leads him through the song and dance.
You know who this is. You know very well. There is only one word for this person.
"MOTHER!"
They seemingly ignore you. Autochthon takes your mother's hand- the hand of V'Neef, daughter of the Scarlet Empress, and spins her. With the grace of a dancer, she extends a hand towards you and gestures you closer, before spinning back into the arms of the bound primordial as they continue dancing.
"Ebeli! Sorry for the fright. Do you know why my Anglykae are refusing to play?"
You shift your sight to essence. Hiding behind the carriage, you see a dozen harpists hiding, shaking in terror.
"Because you're dancing with the Great Maker. They're terrified."
V'Neef, of House V'Neef, cocks an eyebrow and continues dancing with Autochthon. "But if they don't play, they die."
"You are dancing with the Great Maker. They are going to risk death rather than expose themselves to him."
Your mother rolls her eyes at the solemn pronunciation. Then turns, spinning out, holding Autochthon's own extended hand. "Well, then! Autochthon- swear you will intend no harm towards my entourage!"
"Of course."
"On?"
"I swear on my very tools and creations they need fear no harm from me."
And with that, music starts playing. A quick scan confirms that yes- nervous, shaken, the anglykae are nonetheless playing. Your mother- as expected- has gotten Autochthon to behave. It takes you some moments to process this.
"And from the top!"
And then your mother continues dancing a upbeat, bouncy step with the bound primordial. Who is singing. Again. And quite frankly he has a nice singing voice.
"There's a port- on the Western Sea, that serves the entire merchant fleet-
"Where sailors come and share tales about their homes~"
Your mother is giggling. She's- yes, she's flirting with Autochthon.
"There's a lady at the nicest bar,
"Who pours for sailors near and far-
"They say 'Lady, another round!'
"She serves them whiskey and rum.
"They say 'My dear! You're a fine girl! What a good wife you would be! Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea~'"
You clear your throat. Louder. "They're adorable," Sky observes. You clear your throat louder. The dancers- your mother and the King of All Craftsmen- turn to you. "Yes?" Autochthon asks.
"Why were you yelling, and I quote, 'Unhand me you self-important Terrestrial Groinspawn?'"
"Ah, yes. Apologies for that but it was a misunderstanding. I was tuning the hologlyphic interface of my encounter suit when your charming mother's entourage came across it and attempted to steal it."
V'Neef shrugs. "A giant made out of all six magical materials? Just laying there?"
"I reacted as I did. A terrible first impression but then there were apologies and she asked me if I would like some tea."
You blink. You had Judge's Ear on so that entire thing was true. In less than an hour, your Mother has managed to get Autochthon to apologize for something, and also has spent the time dancing with him. Flirting with him. Her terrifying social abilities are apparently enough to tame a Primordial.
"So this is it," you state flatly, "This is Hell."
Autochthon looks up. Then back to you.
"Can't be right. The Sun isn't Green."
V'Neef snort-laughs loudly, arm wrapped around Autochthon's and leaning against him. You're not sure when you became comfortable with the fine Realm tradition of matricide, but you're far too comfortable right now with the idea of killing your mother.
"So, tea?" V'Neef says with a giggle, "I think we should have some tea."
You had some tea.
The four of you reclined, attended hand and foot by Mother's people and her entourage. While having your tea, she naturally complimented you on finally noticing what everyone else did.
"Unfortunately, your father and I were both far too busy with economic matters to attend the wedding, but I understand it involved killing a Deathlord. Was the honeymoon as notable?" She adds that little lilt to the end. That lilt with meaning.
"Kind of," you say with a shrug, "Ended up finding my Lunar Mate. Finding out he's an insane hundred foot long orca."
V'Neef nods.
"You must bring your husband with you next time you visit," Autochthon says, drinking the tea through a straw extruded from his finger, "He must compliment you excellently if you're still of this humor after so long."
"He is," Mother says, patting Autochthon on the hand, and then turns to Sky, "So, any progress on children?"
Sky chokes on his tea. You stare at V'Neef, close your eyes, and sip your tea. Calm runs through you. This must be that artifact set Mother keeps with her.
"Well keep at it," V'Neef says, "I hope some day you know the joy of having children and paying people to raise them."
Autochthon snorts. "Are you flirting with the Great Maker?" you ask.
"Just because I've ordered doesn't mean I can't look at the menu," she says with a shrug. You turn, with no small alarm, at Autochthon. As Mother just admitted it was play. Autochthon shrugs.
"If we attempted it, I would most likely cause her to explode."
Right. Right. Right. You turn back to Mother. "So, why are you here, exactly?"
V'Neef sips her tea, smiles, and sets it down on her saucer.
"I wanted to know what your timetable was for taking over the Realm, because the Isle's getting ugly."
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Yes she is. V'Neef is at start of canon around 60 years old. At this point, she's 80, and Ebeli is around 140.
V'Neef is herself an Essence 5 Wood-Aspected Dragonblooded who is Breeding N/A. She has a level of breeding that hasn't been seen since the First Age. If not before. She is also an unstoppable social force.
Chloe Sullivan
Subdefective
- Location
- 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale CA
How did she get *higher* breeding than her parents?
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
V'Neef is basically Her Redness playing at eugenics. Big Red herself has exceptionally high breeding due to both her own innate breeding and varied blessings over the years, and basically ran eugenics programs to get a particularly high breeding baby daddy.
[X] Well, I kinda have to deal with a Third Soul of the Engine of Exinction (an undead unbound Primordial version of Autochton over here) that is loose in Creation first, otherwise I think I am about ready to start:
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage and might have a reborn and resocialized Theion forever in my debt soonish.
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
[X] Oh, and before I forget, mother, you'll need to go to Yu Shan with me. See, all exaltations were cursed by the Neverborn at one time, and we discovered a cure, which needs to be applied.
Something like that maybe?
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage and might have a reborn and resocialized Theion forever in my debt soonish.
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
[X] Oh, and before I forget, mother, you'll need to go to Yu Shan with me. See, all exaltations were cursed by the Neverborn at one time, and we discovered a cure, which needs to be applied.
Something like that maybe?
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Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
We dont really have any plans just an offhand comment and a conversation with our sister.
Well, yes, obviously. Our mother seems to actually know us.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
"You're successful Anathema. Of course you're going to take the Blessed Isle."
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
[X] "I still have to kill an evil transdimensional undead Demon and terrify Hell for shits and giggles, but I suppose I can fit that somewhere in the schedule."
Should we talk with our sister to enact her plan and rule through her from the shadows, or should we just ask our dear husband to turn off the Realm Defense Grid or whatever it is called and walk up to the throne with our entourage of Demons following us?
Wait, let's go with the second one, it sounds fun and Ligier would probably love it.
Should we talk with our sister to enact her plan and rule through her from the shadows, or should we just ask our dear husband to turn off the Realm Defense Grid or whatever it is called and walk up to the throne with our entourage of Demons following us?
Wait, let's go with the second one, it sounds fun and Ligier would probably love it.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I don't know why Ebeli's so surprised that Autochthon can sing and dance well. All Primordials love music, song and dance. Except Adorjan, who hates all sound, but she can dance too.
- Location
- italy bologna
[X] Well, I kinda have to deal with a Third Soul of the Engine of Exinction (an undead unbound Primordial version of Autochton over here) that is loose in Creation first, otherwise I think I am about ready to start:
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage and might have a reborn and resocialized Theion forever in my debt soonish.
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
[X] Oh, and before I forget, mother, you'll need to go to Yu Shan with me. See, all exaltations were cursed by the Neverborn at one time, and we discovered a cure, which needs to be applied.
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage and might have a reborn and resocialized Theion forever in my debt soonish.
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
[X] Oh, and before I forget, mother, you'll need to go to Yu Shan with me. See, all exaltations were cursed by the Neverborn at one time, and we discovered a cure, which needs to be applied.
- Location
- Cyberpunk capital of the world
Nearly autistic craftnerds aren't the usual type to be accomplished in the more physical of the arts, like dancing.
And dancing involves socializing, usually with the opposite sex, which the Great 'I have made it with a woman, inform the Divine Ministers.' Maker is known to be even worse at.
So yeah, it's confusing and throwing Ebeil for a loop. Her mother showing up is only aggravating the situation to straight up loop hurtling.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
If you don't mind, I'll change my vote and incorporate this into it:
[X] Why do you think I'm going to take over the Realm?
[X] Oh, yes, speaking of Anathema. I still think usurpation happened because first age Solars were dicks, but turns out immaculate dogma got something right. They were, in fact, cursed. By the Neverborn whom they killed. I found out the Great Curse and got it cured. Please free some time from your schedule to visit Yu-Shan with me to get it cured, because Dragonblooded are also subject to the Curse.
[X] Well, I kinda have to deal with a Third Soul of the Engine of Exinction (an undead unbound Primordial version of Autochton over here) that is loose in Creation first, and probably remake Malfeas into a more reasonable version of Theion while doing so, but otherwise I think I am about ready to start:
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
- Location
- CT
[X] Yog
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
[X] "I still have to kill an evil transdimensional undead Demon and terrify Hell for shits and giggles, but I suppose I can fit that somewhere in the schedule."
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage and might have a reborn and resocialized Theion forever in my debt soonish.
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
[X] Oh, and before I forget, mother, you'll need to go to Yu Shan with me. See, all exaltations were cursed by the Neverborn at one time, and we discovered a cure, which needs to be applied.
-[X] My husband has administrative rights to the Sword of Creation
-[X] I have found myself a high breeding dragonblooded house inhabiting a mobile first age city-fortress
-[X] I have allied myself with Autochtonia. Speaking of, Autochton, could you contact the people working with my sister to find out what is going on there? And to make sure they don't kill themselves or break the Sword of Creation trying to hack it before Sky here can take it over?
-[X] I do have both fetishes of Theion bound to my entourage and might have a reborn and resocialized Theion forever in my debt soonish.
[X] Am I successful enough to finally impress you, mother?
[X] Oh, and before I forget, mother, you'll need to go to Yu Shan with me. See, all exaltations were cursed by the Neverborn at one time, and we discovered a cure, which needs to be applied.
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
Its not that I think we CANT take theisle over, its more how are we going to spread propaganda to prevent an uprising by a populace terrified of a "demon"?
Oh, wait. Dogma. Perhaps instead of trying to reject what the immaculates have instilled we put things together in a way the potrays Ebeli and her circle as a group of Anathema who have switched sides and now fight for Heaven?
Oh, wait. Dogma. Perhaps instead of trying to reject what the immaculates have instilled we put things together in a way the potrays Ebeli and her circle as a group of Anathema who have switched sides and now fight for Heaven?