Ok, can someone explain about the Neverborn, being "infected with the Void" and curing them? I don't get it. They were killed. Because the mechanisms that handle death in Creation were not calibrated for them, they can't end the process of dying. Right?
The charm that killed the primordials permenantly turning them into neverborn was Ghost Eating Technique. This charm is effectively Void Charmtech, abeit native to solars. Seeing as how the Void transgresses boundries, it transgressed into the fallen titans' charms/themes when they were at their weakest possible moment, between death and rebirth, and fucking with them to make them suffer eternally.
It has also been implied that the EoE is using Void-Fuckery to affect things in our universe, and may be an additional reason why the Neverborn cannot die.
That's probably putting a lot more stress on Ghost-Eating Technique than it warrants, I think. Exalted spirit-killers allow them to kill the unkillable, and the resulting necrotic essence is basically what Autochthonians think of as Void Taint.
Possibly. It's less that Ligier doesn't acknowledge UCS as 'equal', he acknowledges him as 'perfectionist bag of dicks with no sense of panache.' Part of this comes from UCS being based off of Ligier. In the backstory, Theion says that the UCS shall call him 'Father.' This would be one of the things Ligier found very embarrassing.
Probably dumb question: Unwoven coadjutor. It's a first circle (by custom, but I don't think by mechanical necessity) demon to whom an exaltation is bound. They find a prospective infernal and get integrated into their newly emergent soul structure. Question: do they stop being demons and can they be summoned?
Probably dumb question: Unwoven coadjutor. It's a first circle (by custom, but I don't think by mechanical necessity) demon to whom an exaltation is bound. They find a prospective infernal and get integrated into their newly emergent soul structure. Question: do they stop being demons and can they be summoned?
If there's a good chance that an infernal is leading them, it is our moral duty to capture one:
1) To see if Infernals (who are both exalts and related to demons through unwoven coadjutors) can be summoned and bound with some work. We bound a primordial! We should bind an exalt!
2) To see if they are affected by Great Curse
3) To have Autochton examine what was done to their exaltation, correct the flaws, and gain access to a primordial exaltation, so we could then get our hands of Autochton's charms
[X] Ligier, we are catching them. For their audacity they at least deserve an audience.
Aye, this ... THIS needs to happen, for science, for fun, for trolling.
You take the steps two at a time, make your way to the top deck where Florivet effortlessly works the controls and is weaving his bone-ship through the fire. Ray and Sky are there, helping to control the mast. Shell is below deck, cloaking Ruvelia's presence so you don't reveal her too soon. It's one thing to have Malfeas throwing a shit fit. Another to have Cecelyne angry with you.
"Captain! Give them the broadsides!"
"Yeah, they hit my cannons," Florivet says with a laugh, "Whoever it is, they know what they're doing! I'll give them that much!"
You roll your eyes. Then turn to the bow.
"Ligier! Obliterate these idiots!"
Ligier extends a hand, gathering green fire. A bolt of emerald flies true, slamming into the boat.
Or at least where the boat would be. It flickers and vanishes briefly, effortlessly- nay, perfectly- dodging the blast. A pillar of green erupts in the distance, sending blue glass raining down.
Ligier laughs. "So! A Scourge!"
"Ah shit." You narrow your eyes. Supernal sight takes over. You peer out across the distance and towards the boat, to see-
A woman with blue hair streaked with viridian and crimson, dressed in the leathers of a pirate captain. She doffs her tri-corner hat and raises her cutlass, standing atop the deck before the two dozen blood apes in brass armor.
"Remember, minions! What does not kill you makes you stronger! And what does kill you doesn't stick, 'cause you're all bound anyway! For Malfeas!"
"AND GREAT JUSTICE!"
"Ray!" you shout, "It's your sister!"
"No shit? Hatachi got a new boat? She still have the Hellstrider?"
You see, rising from the deck an insectoid creature on four legs. It flickers out its immense, translucent wings and roars with its mantis like mouth, before opening its chest to allow its blood ape pilot entry.
"Yep! She still has the Hellstrider!"
You turn to Florivet. "Should I bring out the Maker?"
Florivet glares at you. "We are not letting him touch my ship." He weaves the ship out of the way of another barrage. "Look, I can get us close enough that they can't use their cannons and you can smash them up good. Maybe they'll get a good look at Ligier and promptly surrender."
"They're lead by Ray's sister."
"So sanity is off the table, then?"
You shrug. You walk across the deck, and tap your staff on the door below you. It opens and Homkora peaks her head out. "We're under attack by sand pirates lead by an Infernal," you explain, "In the unlikely event they make it past all of us, you'll have to defend Shell and Ruvelia."
Homkora nods, and closes the door.
Florivet spins the wheel and bears down on the pirate ship. In response, the pirate ship does the same, prompting the demon to swear loudly, turning to the side just before the bow of the brass and black ship slams into the side of your demon bone boat.
Athletics charms and hand rails keep you from being thrown off your feet. Florivet isn't so lucky, tossed off his own ship with a yelp. Blood Apes pour on from the bow- which folds out into a plank- and onto the ship. They wave cutlasses and roar.
And stop, as one, when they see Ligier standing with a magnificent grin on his face.
Hatachi leaps over them, landing in a half crouch. The hellstrider rises on her ship, powering up the oscillating blade that makes up its left arm, its nine eyes glowing.
"Hey Ebeli!" Hatachi says, waving her cutlass, "I'm here for your booty! And money, too!"
You wave with your staff. "Hatachi, just walk away and we don't have to pulp you." You point the staff at her. Behind you, Sky forms a sword from sunlight and Ray cracks her knuckles. "As you can see, I have backup."
The Infernal grins. "I can see that."
She turns to the ship. "Master! They have Ligier!"
You see it with your Sorcerer's Sight. Some presence deep within the ship, masked by charms. But powerful and brass and familiar and-
Well, not masked anymore.
Instead, it bursts out of the hold, spinning through the air and trailing wood and silver sand. Landing before you, the dust and smoke clears and you get a good look and your gut drops.
You are a good enough demonologist that you instantly recognize who this is.
"Lord Ligier." A wizened hand with long nails strokes the wispy, white beard. The hands become like claws and draws one foot up, windmilling his arms into a masterful and ancient fighting stance.
Even if you didn't know who this was, you knew this-
If an old master was smiling, you were in deep shit.
Join Battle: Fifteenth Soul of the Demon Emperor
The Crucible of Brass and Iron Suntarankal
Sadly, Peak is still cleaning the shadowland. We have Ligier, Ray, Sky, and below deck we have Shell, Ruvelia, and Homkora. Over the side of the ship and half buried in the sand we have Florivet.
You honestly expect her not to freak out if she sees Autochthon? Adorjan's the only one who doesn't hate and/or fear him to some degree, thanks to Freedom Lets Go.
You honestly expect her not to freak out if she sees Autochthon? Adorjan's the only one who doesn't hate and/or fear him to some degree, thanks to Freedom Lets Go.
Adorjan doesn't care because she is mindless and enlightened. Cecelyne's apathy is born of bitterness. So her most likely response- assuming that she noticed Autochthon in an encounter suit in the vastness of the desert- would be something along the lines of 'Let them fight.'
] All the demons, right now.
