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

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Amberion said:
simple. make the exit from the elsewhere pocket lead to Nullspace.
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Nullspace could lead to Creation- it would be a violation of the oaths. The imprisonment in the encounter suit works by imprisoning him multiple times, as a multi-layered 'Fuck you.'

1. Imprisoned in the brass suit, which means he has a definite shape.

2. He can escape into Elsewhere, so it is not a perfect prison.

3. The Elsewhere is tied, via ownership, to a spot in Malfeas, so if he ever frees himself from this prison, he will simply end up back in his original prison.

It's the sort of multi-layered fucking over that you're not sure if the Dragon would be mad or impressed.
 
GreggHL said:
Nullspace could lead to Creation- it would be a violation of the oaths. The imprisonment in the encounter suit works by imprisoning him multiple times, as a multi-layered 'Fuck you.'

1. Imprisoned in the brass suit, which means he has a definite shape.

2. He can escape into Elsewhere, so it is not a perfect prison.

3. The Elsewhere is tied, via ownership, to a spot in Malfeas, so if he ever frees himself from this prison, he will simply end up back in his original prison.

It's the sort of multi-layered fucking over that you're not sure if the Dragon would be mad or impressed.
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Wait, doesn't this leave Ebon Dragon alone for an extended period with no-one to fuck over except himself? This may change him more than the surrender oaths.
 
GreggHL said:
Nullspace could lead to Creation- it would be a violation of the oaths. The imprisonment in the encounter suit works by imprisoning him multiple times, as a multi-layered 'Fuck you.'

1. Imprisoned in the brass suit, which means he has a definite shape.

2. He can escape into Elsewhere, so it is not a perfect prison.

3. The Elsewhere is tied, via ownership, to a spot in Malfeas, so if he ever frees himself from this prison, he will simply end up back in his original prison.

It's the sort of multi-layered fucking over that you're not sure if the Dragon would be mad or impressed.
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Oh, I was thinking more of the surrender oaths preventing him from going to creation, so since Nullspace is connected to creation, he can't go there. So he could never leave the Elsewhere pocket.
 
i wonder if the ebon dragon has a charm where he can teleport from anywhere to The Unconquered Sun's physical shadow? given that he is literally the personification of it...could he manifest himself there?
 
What stops him from using his low scores he has with the prison to piss off someone powerful enough to destroy the suit in their attempts to make him shut up? Are we imprisoning the encounter suit as well?
 
[x] Get Ruvelia to Bright Slap/social fu Malfeas and stop him from strangling Autochthon.
-[x] Autochthon and Viator shoves the Dragon into Elsewhere with the encounter suit idea.
 
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    • [X]Tell Malfeas that an (unspecified) Neverborn has been converting his subordinates into partly dead abominations. This whole presentation was to impress the seriousness of the situation.
    -[X]"Oh King! All that you see before you is done with a specific goal! We wish to stop the Engine of Extinction from Ruvelia's reality that has already sent a Divine Minister through the Well into this Creation! Would you really allow Autochthon to be the one who saves you and yours from being consumed? Join us and I'll swear an oath to see you free!"
    -[X]Work on moving past Malfeas' issues.
    -[X]Unity of the Closed Fist. Anyone you can except the Ebon Dragon.


    You     watch with dumbstruck horror as the Devil Tyrant squeezes, cutting off Autochthon's protests, crushing the throat of the brass giant before driving brass claws into and through the facet eyes. With a single pull, Malfeas' jouten tears Autochthon's head from his shoulders before smashing the head through the chest, slamming the lump of brass through the Great Maker until there is nothing but smoking wreckage beneath his feet.

    Ray places a hand on your shoulder, grinning. "Shhhhhh. Let it happen, 'cause it's beautiful."

    You open your mouth to protest. Then Elsewhere opens once more and Autochthon steps out. As tall as the Devil Tyrant. He raises a finger, and bows.

    "Your Majesty, I wish to talk."

    Malfeas roars, brings up his sword, and cleaves the King of All Craftsmen from head to toe. The two halves drop in opposite directions with thunderous crashes. Elsewhere opens and Autochthon walks out, and he bows.

    "Greetings, Your Majesty. May we parlay?"

    He does not protest when the Devil Tyrant tears off his arm- the Encounter Suit's arm- and begins beating him to scrap with it.

    "Autochthon's not in the Encounter Suits." It's a hypothesis, really. You shift your sight to your Sorcerer's Sight, and watch the Devil Tyrant savagely beat the Encounter Suit to scrap and wreckage, embedding the arm in the pile, in the remains of the plaza.

    A spark leaves the wreckage, and reappears when another portal to Elsewhere opens and another suit walks through, and...

    (Int+Occult, 12 dice, +6 autosuccesses. 11 successes)

    You can't help but giggle. "It's the same design as that encounter suit Logos used," you say, snapping your fingers, "The one that kept spitting out new suits when Mnemon's entourage blew them up! It's just going to keep spitting out new encounter suits for Malfeas to wreck and..."

    Ray nods. You turn to her. You can hear the sounds of Malfeas tearing out Autochthon's heart and shoving it down his mouth grill, and roaring when another Autochthon exits Elsewhere with a missive of parlay. "Ray. What exactly are you doing?"

    Ray shrugs. "While you were running from the Ebon Dragon, I talked with Ligier and Autochthon. We all figured out that the Ultimate Asshole's plan was to get Malfeas to see Autochthon and lose his shit, and figured that it'd also make a distraction if he saw Ruvelia. But, at the same time, would be cathartic as heeeeeell."

    You look around. You notice something. "We're not on fire."

    "I've denied Malfeas access to the Emerald Flame," Ligier says, floating down, "And ordered the rest of Malfeas' subsouls to belay any orders Malfeas gives. Right now, he has his will, and his strength. We are denying him his greater power, but cannot do so indefinitely."

    You glance between Ligier and Ruvelia. They look to each other, and nod, and Ligier turns to you.

    "Sorcerer, I request that you initiate the Unity of the Closed Fist with yourself, Ruvelia, and Myself."



    With a burst of sunlight, twin suns dawn upon the demon city. Calling upon the powers of their respective progenitors, the Green Sun and Cerulean Star- joined together by your sorcery, including within it yourself, your husband, your circle-sisters and the former Fetich of the Great Maker- becomes something more. Floating up, the golden figure flickers and becomes one of colorless flame, and when you speak- for it is still you- it is with your own voice.

    And the voice of authority. The voice of on high.

    Hear me, Malfeas! Hear me, King of Kings! All that you see before you is done with a specific goal!

    The Devil Tyrant Jouten turns from the wreckage of the latest encounter suit. The grinding of the many shells halts, and his three eyes flickers and glow with steady rage. But now- now you have your own genius. Now you have your own genius, and supplemented by so much more. All your problems have been solved by demons and Unity of the Closed Fist, and this is no exception.

    You hate. But more than anything else, you hate yourself. You hate yourself for your failure to protect your subjects, to protect the Queen to your Prince.

    You extend a hand of colorless flame. You reach in. Find that chain, that metaphorical binding. See how it works. So simple. You already have an idea for a spell.

    For that, you are forgiven.

    And you see it leave him like a physical thing. Five thousand years of rage. Of anger. Of hate. A cause- maybe justified, maybe not- but an impossible price finally met. The emerald eyes flicker and the glow fades, and you hear the grinding not subside- but lessen. The grinding of the entire demon city lessen.

    The sword of the Devil Tyrant stabs into the ground, and the teeth grind together. Elsewhere opens behind him, and Autochthon walks out.

    "Your Majesty," he says with a bow, "May we-"

    The Devil Tyrant buries his fist in the Encounter Suit's head, and it falls lifeless to the ground.

    Speak.



    You explained as much as you could- the other Engine of Extinction, Hunhow, the reason you were in Hell, and the ambush of the Ebon Dragon. Your gestahlt separated, the Devil Tyrant listened in silence and only nodded. You explained about the conversation with Jupiter- that the Yozi were fated to be free, but how was not determined. But you wanted to work with the Yozi to ensure that their freedom was not at the expense of the rest of existence.

    When you finished, the Devil Tyrant nodded. Your words had an effect. But his poker face, his own stoicism, was too great to pierce with your own eyes. Instead, he only beckoned Ruvelia forward, and they talked in silence for long moments. There was an agreement- one you would ask about later- and then she returned to your side.

    The Great Maker obeys you.

    "Yes." You could be sarcastic about it, but that's probably not a good idea.

    Bring him forth.

    You nod, taking the bracelet from Ray. Elsewhere opens, and the more human sized Autochthon emerges. He bows, and then looks up.

    "Your Majesty. I have come to parlay." He extends a hand. Extends a finger. "As you did against Mardukth, I hereby challenge your rule."

    The three eyes of the Devil Tyrant turn to you. The brass hands grip the sword tightly, and you nod. Shoulders sweep back and the wings unfurl.

    I accept your challenge. As the challenged party, I declare this a contest of Champions. Should you prevail, Great Maker, you shall be the King of the Yozi. Should I, what shall I receive?

    "My bended knee and more."

    What else do you wager?

    The Great Maker glances at you. You roll your hand, nodding. He's not getting out of this one.

    "I will bequeath upon you the title of King of All Craftsmen, and gift unto you a new Dreamer. An Ishavara that may be on the cusp of becoming something like us."

    There is long silence. Ray coughs.

    Your terms are accepted. Exalted. As the master of Autochthon, I hereby ask of you a task.

    You nod. "This will help future relations?"

    Greatly. This is a contest of champions. Autochthon will provide his own. I require you to bring mine, for I may not leave the Demon City or the Eternal Desert that confines it.

    You nod. "And who is your champion?"

    My child.

    And with a flickering, fluttering of wings, the Devil Tyrant is gone. You finally exhale, leaning on your staff. Then nearly jump out of your skin at the Ebon Dragon's head laughing.

    [ ]Figure out what to do with the Ebon Dragon.

    [ ]Find out why the smug bastard's laughing first.

    [ ]Figure out who Malfeas' child is.

    [ ]Leave him- he's defeated and humiliated and you don't have time for this shit.

    [ ]Head to the Infernal Estates. You're kind of curious.

    [ ]Write in.​
     
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    • I'm not terribly concerned if it's the Unconquered Sun? I mean, he's still Geased not to harm/kill Primoridals. All that means is that we need a Primordial to stand in for Auto. Totally doable, especially with that shiny Well we've got all tricked out for Summonings.
     
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