That doesn't match what the Scroll of Fallen Races says at all. According to it, DK civilisation was destroyed by the Crusade + Contagion, not by choice.

It is what Dreams says though.

A strong current of isolationism and anti-intellectualism
now runs through Dragon King society. They only halfheartedly
encourage their young to cultivate mastery of Essence,
and a few reason they would be happier living lives of pure
animal instinct. The Deliberative watches, and has tried
many times to intervene, but it has found no success in its
attempts to lift the saurians' malaise. Literature speaking of
the Dragon Kings often draws parallels between their relationship
with the Solar Exalted and the tale of a maturing adult
who watches his parents slip into senility. For most Solars,
it's easier to put the Dragon Kings out of mind and focus on
the future than to watch their decline, unable to help or even
truly understand. Many Solars believe that the Deliberative
will eventually find some way to engage the ancient spirits
of the Dragon Kings with the affairs of Creation once more,
but few work hard toward that day.

There exists a subculture of the most bitter, angry and
nihilistic Dragon Kings. They seek purpose in worship of gods
of decay and ruins, whom they believe represent the state
of their culture. Such cults are ever renewing, for although
the rest of Dragon King society and the peacekeeping forces
of the Deliberative hunt them down and wipe them out,
the Dragon Kings who belong reincarnate, seldom giving
up membership from life to life. Most Solars don't have the
heart to prevent these souls' reincarnations, and the saurians
are protected in any case by the set of laws known as the
Emerald Accord.
 
Dude has Medicine 5 and Solar Medicine Charm; if his incredibly effective treatments are based on the idea that the womb is animal-like, there must be something to that perspective.

Why do we believe that the theory of relativity is correct?

It sounds crazy, after all. Much crazier than the animal womb thing. And I'm told that it more or less contradicts what we know about quantum mechanics. But because the predictions we make and the technology we build based upon it are effective, we know there's truth to it.

If the animal womb theory leads to effective medical treatment, who are we to question its validity?
I'd note theres IRL lots of ways for Wrong Theory Right Action. Theres a lot of minor ills which largely amounts to "keep the patient distracted from doing something that'd more seriously aggravate their condition", for which a lot of placebo treatments do work.
Which in the case of the wandering womb treatment its well...pretty distracting!

Though I suppose in Creation its not entirely out of bounds for the Wandering Womb treatment to be effective as an invocation to Venus through pleasure and thus getting a return effect of improved health...
 
So you have found every god in every fictional setting, RPG, and real-world religion who allows evil to exist to be responsible for all of that evil?
I'll cut you off here.

Yes, I do.

That being said, literally none of your examples are all that good. The reason the gods don't interfere with mortals in D&Dland varies from setting to setting, but in general, any world where Pelor could come down and interfere is also one where, I don't know, Vecna or someone could as well. Pelor may well be responsible for all the harm he could've prevented, but he is also responsible for all the harm he permits if he lets Vecna into the world, so that might just be a utilitarian calculation. The Maiar don't dare get close to the One Ring lest they create a new Sauron, which again might well kill more people than they could save. And ... I really don't see how "the Greek gods were assholes" is relevant?

The Sun, meanwhile, is unopposed, stupidly powerful, stupidly competent in a number of fields even before Glories and Perfection Beyond Imagining, and the legitimate King of Heaven. He has no such excuse. Even in your cases I'd still consider them responsible, I'd just understand that it's the best option they have -- but the Sun could, and therefore should, and therefore is not so easily forgiven when he does not.
 
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Yeah. I mean.... the Unconquered Sun is perfect beyond imagining. Great and all-surpassingly skilled. He automatically succeeds in any task he sets his mind to. He also doesn't have a lot of enemies that can harm him. The Yozis? Imprisoned. Neverborn? Dead. Fair Folk? Nothing to him. Dragonblooded? Hahhaha. Sidereals? hahhaha.

I mean, you can make an argument that he doesn't have to do anything.. but I don't buy it.
 
I will note that the Sun is NOT unopposed. The other Incarna are not his enemies, but they don't share his interests 100% either.

As for Creation, he gave his word to give it to the Exalted. Pretty sure the Exalted Host must give it back for him to take direct intervention.
 
The Sun, meanwhile, is unopposed, stupidly powerful, stupidly competent in a number of fields even before Glories and Perfection Beyond Imagining, and the legitimate King of Heaven. He has no such excuse. Even in your cases I'd still consider them responsible, I'd just understand that it's the best option they have -- but the Sun could, and therefore should, and therefore is not so easily forgiven when he does not.
Yeah. I mean.... the Unconquered Sun is perfect beyond imagining. Great and all-surpassingly skilled. He automatically succeeds in any task he sets his mind to. He also doesn't have a lot of enemies that can harm him. The Yozis? Imprisoned. Neverborn? Dead. Fair Folk? Nothing to him. Dragonblooded? Hahhaha. Sidereals? hahhaha.

I mean, you can make an argument that he doesn't have to do anything.. but I don't buy it.

oh boy oh boy oh boy is this another

m o r a l i t y o f t h e s u n

discussion? shit i am excite

...Okay that was a little condescending ngl but c'mon, these arguments all feel, like, deeply uncharitable towards the Big Glowy Boi and I feeeeel like @Exthalion is almost-but-not-quite nailing my opinion on this. Namely that: Sol Invictus is allowed to be...well, for lack of a better word, human. Him being flawed is only a damning thing if you think that he should, by nature, be infallible or, indeed, owes it to Creation to be infallible. YCMV but I'm honestly partial to the perspective that the dude's a broken down veteran in a lot of ways. A survivor of the Primordial War that saw untold grief and suffering in the name of liberation, that saw countless gods dead at the hands of furious makers and truly horrendous collateral. I mean for a guy who cares even a little (and there's plenty of reason to believe that the Sun cared a lot), watching your chosen die again and again and again in horrific ways is going to hurt. And then after? When you finally have your hard-won peace and you get to be the person that you've wanted to be for so long?

Seeing what your chosen, your children, made in your name?

Like I feel as if you're really not giving enough weight to how fucked up the First Age got. And how cutting away the Solars, how leaving Creation to the Exalted, to the victors is...a complicated, pretty nuanced thing that's all kinds of grey. The Sun's made questionable calls before, some more than others. And it's important to remember that the guy's oldest incarnations aren't exactly cuddly, peace-and-love type things. Dude was pretty okay with ripped out hearts on a Dragon King altar and that definitely says something about the man himself. But beyond that I mean?

Idk. To an extent it's the same kind of question of "what do you do when your kid's a self-destructive junkie"? What do you do when your heirs are so absolutely, catastrophically, fucked up that there's no real denying their cruelty and excess and there's no denying that they'd exploit every shred of your dignity, everything you have left if it got them even an iota closer to what they really wanted? It's hard to blame the guy for feeling betrayed and used. It's hard to blame the guy for turning his back on Creation and I'm not saying that it's an unambiguously correct decision but that it is a comprehensible, human and ultimately tragic one.

It's something that shouldn't have happened but you can see how things progressed to this point, you can see why it did.

So I guess that's my issue in a nutshell basically, I feel like you're kind of blasting past all possible complexity in the question of "how much does the Unconquered Sun owe Creation, what is Creation entitled to demand of him" in favor of a pretty simple, not-nearly-as-interesting "he can theoretically do X, therefore he should and because he doesn't he's a monster". I mean the guy was literally a slave y'know? It's hard to fault him in general for not being super keen on taking up his old job for the sake of people who've abused his trust in the past and the power he gave them and generally don't give a damn about him and just want him to Solve Everything For Them. I'm not saying the guy's happy, even, as he is. But I think saying "he deserves his rest" shouldn't inherently be met with derision.
 
Thing is, he's not resting. If he was hibernating in a cosmic cave somewhere, I'd be sympathetic to him.

But he's squatting on the throne of Heaven, letting Yu-Shan go to rot, and setting a shining example of self-interested corruption to the lesser gods. He is actively making the world a worse place.

It is what Dreams says though.

That quote doesn't actually support your earlier statement. There's a big difference between DK culture being insular with a nihilistic streak and near-universal stalkerhood being a deliberate choice. The Sun would not, in fact, be going against the wishes of his worshippers if he did something to help them.
 
But he's squatting on the throne of Heaven, letting Yu-Shan go to rot, and setting a shining example of self-interested corruption to the lesser gods. He is actively making the world a worse place.

"Yeah, fuck this ex-slave for trying to be happy, the parasitic monster."



I mean, who exactly's your go-to replacement here? One of the other (equally as complicit) Incarna? One of the hungry, hyper-corrupt bureau heads? The secret conspiracy who fucks up half the time and is probably playing most of it by ear? The other secret conspiracy who fucks up half the time but insists it's all part of the great plan? The Solars ('cause that went so great the first time around)? How about Gaia who fucked off to the Wyld for a pack of smokes a few thousand years back and hasn't really shown her face since? Sol Invictus didn't single handedly fuck up Yu-Shan, sure he set a pretty shit example but, as I've said before, it's hard to completely fault the guy and ultimately driving the whole place into the ground was very definitely a group effort. On top of personal failings and sloppy patchjobs being magnified and badly strained by the stresses imposed by the Contagion and Crusade and millennia of entrenched dysfunction and cronyism in general.

I'm not saying Sol Invictus's hands are clean, but rather that fingering him as the source and sole root of the problem is kinda badly misinterpreting a lot of stuff. While implicitly positing a solution that really isn't much of a solution at all 'cause it's hard to see how any other immediate option wouldn't be just-as-bad-if-not-worse. And in general not being especially sympathetic to what no-shit is a pretty fucked up situation the guy's in.
 
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"Yeah, fuck this ex-slave for trying to be happy, the parasitic monster."

How did you get that out of my post?

Obviously the guy's got his traumas. I don't wish him ill.

And he's not a monster, just a lousy person. Put him in a room with twenty mortals, probably one of them is worse than him.

But no matter how tragic your backstory, it doesn't excuse misruling an entire world.

...

Actually, what exactly do you disagree with me about?

I feel like we might be coming from a pretty similar place here, but you're approaching it like a bitter argument.

I mean, who exactly's your go-to replacement here?

Ideally nobody.

If we've gotta have a dictator, I guess I'd go with the Sidereals. They're at least trying. And there's a bunch of them, with regular turnover among their ranks, which dilutes the dictatorship a bit.

Seems a bit beside the point, though. Other people being just as bad doesn't make the Sun's behaviour any better.
 
Actually, what exactly do you disagree with me about?

I feel like we might be coming from a pretty similar place here, but you're approaching it like a bitter argument.

I mean "a shining example of self-interested corruption to the lesser gods who is actively making the world a worse place" reads pretty unambiguously my dude. Saying "but I didn't straight up call him a selfish monster" is bit thin when the implication is pretty- like pretty naked. There's not exactly a lot of nuance involved when you say he's "squatting on the throne of Heaven and letting it all go to rot" while he does nothing but enjoy his spoils. And so I took it to pretty heavily mean that he is, if not the source, then the main component of the problem. Or at the very least the most responsible and most worthy of condemnation.

So my disagreement is mainly wrt my point of "hey the Sun is actually pretty sympathetic and as a character has a lot of shades of grey" getting spiked into the ground with your "actually he's just a comprehensive fuckup and nothing could excuse his neglect" response :V. Like I'm not going to bat over the honor of a fictional character, but your post 100% sincerely came off as pretty surprisingly hostile to the point as a whole without much give or leeway.

Seems a bit beside the point, though. Other people being just as bad doesn't make the Sun's behaviour any better.

Idk, it definitely counts for Something when it's, as I said, a group effort that wasn't caused by one person/entity and can't be cleanly solved by swapping out one person/entity. So "who else would have the job if the Sun didn't" feels like a pretty relevant question if you're positing that the dude is the main source of the rot and needs to be removed or reformed for things to be repaired.
 
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I mean "a shining example of self-interested corruption to the lesser gods who is actively making the world a worse place" reads pretty unambiguously my dude. Saying "but I didn't straight up call him a selfish monster" is bit thin when the implication is pretty- like pretty naked. There's not exactly a lot of nuance involved when you say he's "squatting on the throne of Heaven and letting it all go to rot" while he does nothing but enjoy his spoils. And so I took it to pretty heavily mean that he is, if not the source, then the main component of the problem. Or at the very least the most responsible and most worthy of condemnation.

That implication wasn't intended. He's not truly evil or the main problem with Heaven. That said, the lack of give or leeway you saw in my post was intended.

There's not really much ambiguity here, and while there is some nuance it doesn't change the basic situation. He's unambiguously a crummy person. But there's a wide distance between a bad person and a monster.

Morally speaking, he's not special; I would say more or less the same things about countless other gods, if we were talking about them.

Like most characters, he's sympathetic enough if you look at things from his perspective. Everyone's got excuses, and most people have pretty good ones.

Idk, it definitely counts for Something when it's, as I said, a group effort that wasn't caused by one person/entity and can't be cleanly solved by swapping out one person/entity. So "who else would have the job if the Sun didn't" feels like a pretty relevant question if you're positing that the dude is the main source of the rot and needs to be removed or reformed for things to be repaired.

I'm not.
 
The Valar have spent most of the history of Middle Earth since the Creation staying in their fortified paradise realm, only leaving twice to deal with Morgoth who otherwise had his wicked way with the place while elves and men had a rather bad time of it. Manwe even sits on Mount Everwhite using his magic god-vision to see things all over the world and he has spirits that bring him reports. He understands the will of God better than any other being. Their biggest contribution in the War of the Ring is sending five old dudes to go give people encouragement and good advice.
Bad examples here.

Both times the Valar intervened militarily in Middle Earth they broke the world pretty badly. Beleriand no longer even existed after the second intervention. There are very good reasons they are loath to intervene again.
Those old men you deride were Maiar, of the same type of spirit as Sauron. Just with more restrictions on the use of Power.

I'm making no pronouncements on the rest of your argument.
But this was a terrible example, since the situations are not comparable.
 
It is absolutely incoherent.

In one moment, you have Perturabo. Dutiful son, who grinded himself down into fortifications, until he snapped. Who never asked for glory or thanks, and was left forgotten by the rest of the imperium. Who took the most tedious, boring tasks, out of a sense of udty.

And in another moment, a raging manchild, with a hot temper. Who picked unnecessary fights, and killed his own men for giving him bad news. Who attacked alien swarms in the middle of nowhere. Who had a martyr complex and so refused to tell anyone of his problems.

Absolutely incoherent. Like how the Unconquered Sun would both sacrifice himself for a single mortal.... and then also have a specialized subordinate gods to count how many hearts were sacrificed to him atop pyramids.
Part of the reason why Perturabo's pretty popular in some circles is because he ticks a lot of boxes associated with autism spectrum disorder, in particular the idea that someone can crave affection and recognition with no idea how to ask for it leading to an approach of "if I do my job well enough someone has to notice". Lashing out at people is less forgivable, but I've also seen people on the spectrum break things in frustration.
 
I'm not saying Sol Invictus's hands are clean, but rather that fingering him as the source and sole root of the problem is kinda badly misinterpreting a lot of stuff. While implicitly positing a solution that really isn't much of a solution at all 'cause it's hard to see how any other immediate option wouldn't be just-as-bad-if-not-worse. And in general not being especially sympathetic to what no-shit is a pretty fucked up situation the guy's in.
I will say that I agree with this part, but my ultimate outcome for "who is the Sun?" is that he's... well, he's what people I know can end up becoming. Being compassionate, being moral, being concerned with others, all of that carries pain and stress and pressure, because you have to wrestle with serious questions and try to figure out how best to help people and suppress your own personal desires for the good of others.

Sol Invictus didn't want to be the guy who's always holding the bag when things go wrong, but the Solars failed and the Sidereals failed and the mortals failed and goddamn everybody failed, and kept failing, and fucking hell why does he have to be the only one who can save the world, why does he have to pull Creation's ass out of the fire every. Single. Fucking. Time?

Eventually, it gets to you. Eventually, the strain of trying to be a good person, of carrying the world on your shoulders, becomes too much to bear. You have to set it down, just for a minute. Except your own compassion won't let you, because while you're sitting around you can hear a million children being slaughtered by some genocidal dictator in the East, and see a good man's betrayal being plotted in the North, and it never stops it never fucking stops, the world is just an endless chain of horrible things getting ready to happen and there's no way to make it sit down and shut up and give you five minutes' peace.

So you learn to strangle that altruistic voice inside you, choke it out so you can rest, just for a little bit. You feel numb and empty and you know you'll feel horrible about it later, but you'll feel horrible no matter what you do, so you'll take your peace where you can get it. Every time, it gets a little easier. Every time, the world gets worse and the workload piles up even more.

By degrees, you start suppressing your humanity more and more, seeing your own conscience as an enemy to be suppressed and opposed and pushed out of sight. Haven't you done enough? Can't the rest of the world fend for itself without you there to play nursemaid? It's not so much to ask, is it?

You deserve this.

And then one day, you wake up and realize there's nothing left but silence where your soul used to be; the voice of humanity has finally, finally died, and you realize what you've done, what you'll continue to do, what can never undo. Drown the pain in whatever you can, block everything out and try to forget, let everything slide into decay and entropy and just do whatever you have to to get through the day. You're miserable and broken and empty and hollow and damned, a corpse that walks, rotting from the inside and there's nothing you can do, nothing you can do, nothing you can do. Say it until you believe it. Say it until you don't feel like a liar. Say it until the words break down and all you hear is white noise, as empty as your world has become.

You deserve this.

The Sol Invictus that was, the figure of hope and power, only exists within the souls of the Lawbringers. He failed, but they can succeed. They are the future, and he is the past.
 
Eh.... I just wish he'll crack down on the corrupt censors. Would help quite a bit.
Objectively speaking, yes, but from the perspective of creating as many opportunities for as many different stories as possible, I like the censors just the way they are. As the censors are pretty much the sole means for Heaven to directly bring the hammer down on the Terrestrial Gods, the censors looking the other way for anyone who slips them enough ambrosia means that you can have the whole overarching system for how Creation functions, while also allowing the Terrestrial gods to, in practice, do whatever they want/can get away with.

This means that the (non-ronin Sidereal) Exalted PCs can be doing things with Terrestrial gods —whether as allies, contacts, or antagonists— without having to factor Heaven into the equation, and that a given culture's interaction with the divine is allowed to differ from the Chinese/Japanese norm.

At the same time, the censors can bring down the hammer, so if you don't want to punch gods in the face directly in your game you can.
 
So you have found every god in every fictional setting, RPG, and real-world religion who allows evil to exist to be responsible for all of that evil?
this example would be fantastic if it did not contain the sentence "real-world religion"

did you know that there are many different approaches to evil across literal thousands of religions

and some of them don't even have a concept of evil

thus being inapplicable to this

thus making it a): a bad example and b): a misapplication of the epicurean problem of evil to all real-world religion and not just christianity

for example, in zoroastrianism, evil is straight up held to be weaker than good, god is not omnipotent and evil was not created by them and finally evil can and will be defeated by good deeds and good acts

which is, you know, completely in opposition to this assertion of yours
 
Lashing out at people is less forgivable, but I've also seen people on the spectrum break things in frustration.
Or for reasons that only they understand, and possibly for reasons that only they understand at that precise moment;
Personal example, If I had a spare sledgehammer I'd have cracked that cement block out front into pieces months ago, it's uneven geometry offends me and therefor it needs to be destroyed.
 
There's also those faiths/mythologies where "evil" exists because if the ability to do harm unto others and generally do bad things wasn't present in the world, then the world as people generally know it wouldn't exist. The Aesir's conflict with the giants began because Odin and his kin slew Ymir, because if they hadn't then the world would not exist. Had the Annunakki not killed their parents, then neither they nor the world would exist.

Hell, Creation is a perfect example of such; the Exalted and the gods revolted against the Architects of Reality, straight-up murdered a bunch of them, and maimed, lessened, and imprisoned the survivors. The Exalted butchered entire species and civilizations for opposing them. Creation is a world or corrupt or indifferent gods and tyrannical Exalts because they committed atrocity upon atrocity to make the world that way, instead of it being a world of slaves and prayer cattle.

Whether this is better or not is a matter of opinion. I'm sure that if you asked the Lintha, to take just one example, they would readily and vigorously agree that Sol is evil incarnate and should be overthrown, and things were way better before the Divine Revolution.
 
Or for reasons that only they understand, and possibly for reasons that only they understand at that precise moment;
Personal example, If I had a spare sledgehammer I'd have cracked that cement block out front into pieces months ago, it's uneven geometry offends me and therefor it needs to be destroyed.
I take medication for OCD, trust me. I get it.
 
"That which you knowingly permit to occur, you are just as responsible for as if you had done it yourself" is a great argument for a character in the setting to make and a very boring one to make OOC. Who cares if TUS is "moral" or "good" or "evil" or not? He's not real! The only people who should care about whether he matches any particular standard of mortality are the people for whom he is real.

(As for the stuff about the DKs, I would rather players not know enough about the history of the DKs - let alone know enough with any degree of certainty - to be able to make that kind of precise judgment.)
 
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Sidereal -
Ingredients - things like the will of a nation, a blades first cut, etc. transfers the fate of the ingredients to the eater. E.g. you can add in some babies first cries to give it that zest of youth.
Cooked - via hijacked processes. When you bake, no forge in the city will light, and coals burn to nothingness producing no heat.

Demons -
Ingredients -more normal items are acceptable, but you get the biggets bang for you buck by using stuff from malfeas.
Cooking - The main thing would be the demon itself. It would act as the cooking utensils. A pig like creature which eats all your flour and excretes the finest breads/cake. catlike entities that drink milk and cough up cheese. the more exotic effects come from mixing in things from malfeas that give bonuses at the cost of slowly becoming a creature of darkness a la locust mana plaugue.

Gods - Would follow the analogy of just being really good at cooking with panapoly charms to make them better at it with some cultural flavour.

Solars -
Ingredients - more normal items are acceptable, but you get the biggets bang for you buck by using things they gather on quests/ legendary beasts/plants
Cooking - anime shows where whatever dish you cook has its restorative and curative effects enhanced. you can cook senzu beans that keep a man full for days, or food so healthy it restores the body to the prime of youth temporarily. Your challenged to find legendary ingredients to create the greatest dished creation has ever known. This comes with some issues as mortals can't quite handle it, so the higher tier stuff makes them less mortal.

Abysall -
Ingredients - It would be more geared towards taking what someone else already has.
Cooking - Food which is filling but leaves greater hunger behind. Craft encourages the food to be as close to dying as possible when you finally devour it, with 'I have no mouth' presevation methods. Your steak it still dripping blood 2 months down the line because technically the cows still dying. Better bonus than the solar stuff, but a much faster drop of rate, think soldier pills from naruto of one of the ingredients was chakra sucked out of someone in an unpleasant manner.

I think the word choice is perfect.

There are supernatural beings from our own world's mythologies which bring food into existence by unpalatable routes.

That could well be the point? They are demons, after all and this is far from the most creepy/disgusting shit when it comes to the denizens of Malfeas.

A head on both ends of the body, no eyes on either one, swallows things whole on one end and vomits out processed results from the other.
Remember that this is also the way that Malfean elevators work.

The U'Ver N is a demon that takes the form of a giant iron toad. Lives on a diet of fire essence. Likes consuming unharvested crops from the field, and through arcane alchemical processes spits out cake the same way people breath air?

Edit. The main idea behind this is that lefto unto its own devices, it'll eat all your stockpiles as ingredients to provide an amazing feast for a few days, but then cooked food rots away you face starvation afterwards. It could also be trained to convert valuable resources into edible food, in a way that'll leave you broke for the same reasons.

Hey guys. Something from @Elagusto

Odeles, the Pastry Smiths.


Odeles, The Pastry Smiths.
Demons of the First Circle, Progeny of the Scumwhaler Tireless the forges of the Odeles pumps out sweet smelling prismatic smoke along with a tinkling tune and deep bass thumping, thus serving the dual purpose of sweetening the acrid and often caustic air of Malfeas and keeping the Silent Wind at bay. The Scumwhaler Sings the Pastry Smiths to life by flying over the Smiths and Foundries of Malfeas and scratching upon an array of two turning discs while bleating a secret melody of hunger that only the brass hammers of Malfeas may hear over an artifact phonic rod. This creates an urge for smiths to clap their hands, and if they do their hammers nearby will get up and flee to hammer their own bodies into being out of the brass flesh of Malfeas. The Scumwhaler only collects a few of the newborn Odeles to produce for him confectionary delights while he endlessly scumwhales.
The animated hammers eventually hammer entire bodies for themselves which appear like rough chunks of brass with pointed ears and crude bumps for facial features. They will first acquire boots and an apron through the fastest means available and then will set to work finding employment hammering delicious and intricate pastries into being. Over the by the first year their eyes and mouth form and the accrue facial features and appear more like living creatures as their Brass flesh refines itself with their experience. They eventually grow beards and hair the varying from tarnished black, to dull rusted red, or a light green patina. The hammer which they spawned from is actually grown out of their very arm. The Pastry Smiths with little experience seem to have crude bludgeons for arms with maybe a simple bough indicating an elbow, but the most refined and experienced maestros actually develop hands fingers and fingerprints that may switch their birthhammers into their other hand.

As Pastry Smiths they are able to apply their knowledge of the crafting of cakes and baked goods through the use of their hammer and anvil. They may hammer the impurities from any substance transforming them into a number of delicacies enjoyed from Creation, to Yu-Shan, and rarely seen, much lest tasted, outside the courts of Rakshastan. If their starting ingredients are actual substances others can produced pastries with using conventional cooking then they may produce the results with their hammer and forge at half the speed it normal takes to bake. If using ingredients not normally edible then it may takes hours longer than making them using conventional cooking and conventional ingredients. The Pastry Smiths constantly sing each with their own independent style, and the striking of their hammers release sounds similar to multiple instruments in unison, and in the First Age many an Exalted Diva has been angered to find that the Pastry Smiths have been producing acoustic wonders for centuries similar to what they have innovated over their lifetime. Some have taken this with glad heart and mass imported the Pastry Smiths to Little Malfeas communities across Creation, and others have taken them as a slight and have expunged hundreds personally from the forges of Demon City.
The Odeles have been valued for their Glittering treats that have looked like the Faberge Eggs of Exalted Craftsmen but that taste like the finest sweets in Heaven. It has been taken as amongst the greatest slights in Hell to kill a Demons Pastry Smith. Traditionally assassinating anothers Pastry Smith is the calling card of 2nd Circle Duelists indicating that if they win the feud they will purge the Demon City of the entire Dominion of their foe, including even their most valued Courtesans and Slaves.
Pastry Smiths have developed a common culture and appreciation of others of their species, and have taken to seeking employment as bands so that they may flavor their pastries with the melodies that they hammer out of the air onto all their dishes. Pastry smiths have been known to hammer whole cookies using only their notes when denied resources or ingredients. Traditionally they hammer a cookie or tart out of a simple song as a calling card or in place of a resume when searching for a new employer, or a place with a band of other Pastry Smiths. Some Employers are delighted when they find that their new chef may even hammer crumpet's flavored with the tortured scream of Mortals freshly imported from Creation, while still others have them only flavor their deserts with the prayers of their Cults worship hymns.
When no available employers are found, however, some may be displeased to find a Pastry Smith having squatted in their tenements and having hammered their jewelry, weapons and even livestock into wedding cakes and cream-puffs.



Summoning: (Obscurity 2/4)

Some desperate mortals on the brink of starvation have taken to eating their shoe, but if the take to trying to cook them first and at least one other has already died of starvation a Pastry Smith may appear from the smoke of the cook fire to hammer their shoes into Gingerbread, and if no one stops the Odele they will continue on and hammer their fallen comrades into a funeral cake and serve them with a smile. Sometimes settlements will have a perfectly amiable relationship with a Pastry Smith living amongst them, however few actually know the true story of how they came to deliver a failing settlement from the brink of starvation or what their first celebratory meal was.
There comes a time when a Pastry Chef finds themself content from a lifetime's worth of work. When this happens they will find themselves hammering a new hammer into shape, the very moment they make their last strike the hammer seems to wield itself and starts the birthing process of hammering themselves a new body from the nearest lump of base metal. Those who find themselves with constant work seem to feel these urges to birth (At most once a year) more often than those without much work (which may be once every handful of decades).
Motivation: To Smith Pastries of the Highest Caliber for a Hungry World. Virtues: Compassion 4, Conviction 3, Temperance 2, Valor 2
Willpower 7
Attributes:

Strength 4
Dexterity 4
Stamina 6
Charisma 4
Manipulation 1
Appearance 2-4
Intelligence 2-4
Wits 1
Perception 3

Abilities:


Martial Arts 1 (Hammer Arm 3)
Melee 3 (Hammer 3)
Archery
Thrown 1 (Cakes and Pies 3)
War
Integrity 2 (Perfectionist 3)
Presence 2 (Those who Eat your Pastries 3)
Performance 3-6 (Making Music 3)
Resistance 4 (Tireless)
Survival
Medicine
Investigation 1(Finding Ingredients 3)
Craft Water 5-8(Pastry Smithing 3), Craft Vitriol 1 (Chalcanth Frosting 3)
Occult 2 (Mystery Flavors 3)
Lore
Athletics 3
Awareness 2 (Tunes 3)
Stealth
Dodge
Larceny 1 (Making Disguises out of Pastries 3)
Socialize 1 (Other Pastry Smiths 3)
Ride
Sail
Bureaucracy 1 (Contracts 3)
Linguistics 1 (Native Old Realm, Other Language what Employer speaks)
Backgrounds: Charms:

2nd Excellency Craft, Performance, Melee
Materialize
Spice of Custodial Delectation (While Pastry Smithing)
Meat of Broken Flesh (Can hammer Spirits and living things into essence refilling Sweets)

Affinity (Flavor) Control (The Pastry Smiths may hammer the emotions from sounds into unique flavors)
Bane Weapon (Their Hammers may Deal Aggravated Damage to those who Criticize their Meals)
Calculated Order of Immediate Action (Pastry Smiths may hammer their own songs into their signature flavors)

Essence: 3


They receive one Limit Each Day they hear Criticism of their work. The Secret of their Pastry Smithing lies in the song in their Quicksilver Hearts.

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In the arts of excess Malfeas is second to none. Malfeas is home to many an exotic flavor for all of the human senses and the many senses unique to the Demon City. The boxlike frame of the Gildempru contain ingeniously intricate processes that is a wonder of the demon city. Their organs are often more adequate then a first age lab. These miracles of the demon city are praised by all who can tempt one into servitude or enslave one outright. For anything the Gastronomic Alchemists consume with their ducklike bills they may disgorge into their component substances or even rearrange into different compositions.

Feed one a bucket of rusty nails and they may defecate a small pyramid of iron and a smaller oval of oxidized dust followed by a pill contained the dye used to paint the characters for nails on the bucket. But that is just the simplest display of their natural digestive wonders. Their passion is for tastys, be they sweet sweets or savory sautéed Erymanthus flank. For the processes of preparing and cooking can all be achieved internally for Gildempru, and they often employed as Sushi Chefs; by consuming quantities of rich golden sewermarsh rice of the Demon City, a sampling of ivory kelp, and the flesh of fresh Kimberyspawn they can shat out an impressive spread fit for a 2nd Circles wedding, as noted in the First Age Travel Journal of Pyreseus No Hammer a much experienced No Moon travelling Food Critic.
The Gildempru achieved notoriety for Sorcerers using them as poison tasters secretly before Calibration fetes. Under the orders to consume the entire feast in secret, analyze the meals internally for poisons and proportion the meal out in such a manner as to poison the unsuspecting poisoners favored dish. The Twilight Caste Goldsleeves was once criticized by his Solar guests for not warning them ahead of time when the court Gildempru converted the toxins from the wine into the favored honeycakes of his treacherous Circlemate, resulting in the week long coma of his Circlemate and the gruesome deaths of his seven new Goldchild nieces and nephews. Goldsleeves however found the whole affair hilarious enough to try again at the next Calibration, but was disappointed at his guests' lack of appetite.
The Sap of Feuds scribed the Gildempru from his own sap handpainted onto his own amber in characters noting the 108 secret herbs and spices for his favorite recipe for Malfean Lemon Gruel. By the time the calligraphy is complete the sap hardens into amber it implodes into a newborn Gastronomic Alchemist. The Sap of Feuds have found them to be a ragging successes; pointing out in Hell Salons with pride that Lawgivers have joyfully savored the artfully decorated product of his children's bowel movements for centuries and he has yet to receive so much as a stern glance or a death threat from them! He was noted as having a foul mood for a century and a day after the Usurpation, due to the less uniform appraisal of the Shogunate culture towards having Demonic Chefs crap out their dishes. Though many have discovered they make perfectly adequate chefs even when resorting to using conventional cooking equipment.

Gildempru are about the size and rough shape of bears but with a definitely cube like shape to their torso and shoulders. They are furless but their brown rippling skin creates the illusion of fur. They possess hands similar to mitts and their eyes for some reason remind mortals of a gentle pony. Their professionalism demands do their work fully dressed in a chefs uniform of any culture, even when this covers their translucent stomachs which one may see the convoluted system of tubes, churners, and other less identifiable processes. They have found work as Chefs, but also as fine sentient breweries or as laboratory assistants with a built in lab laboratory function. They have a natural flesh layer over their nether regions appearing much like a skirt. These provide them with privacy while they defecate out their banquets. As long as they are allowed their flesh curtain worth of privacy they don't mind producing meals, but if they are aware of anyone looking under their curtain they will flying into an angry fit. Them may receive one point of limit everyday someone glances under their skirt. There rectum unfolds into a natural conveyer belt that places their food under their large beaver like tail.


Summoning:
(Obscurity 2/3, though pre Contagion era it was 1/3) In Creation Gastronomic Alchemists may emerge from the distended stomachs of gluttons who die of overeating when dining out and topping off their meal with an after dinner confection. Often their first act is to poop out a new meal made from the reassembled last meal of their fleshy doorway.
When a Gastronomic Alchemist feels as if their life is up, they may search for another of their kind with similar sentiments about their life. One will crawling into the bill of the other, both will become extra malleable to allow one to fight inside the other. The bloated Gildempru will then look for a large amount of liquid to submerge themselves in. When fully submerged the liquid will boil and after 8 hours the hardened exterior of the Gildempru will crack and a number of newborn Gastronomic Alchemists will crawl out equal to the highest essence of the parents.

Motivation: To spread the wonders and joys of the World of 10,000 Tastes to all, with natural gusto.
Virtues: Compassion 3, Conviction 3, Temperance 2, Valor 2
Willpower 7
Attributes:

Strength 6
Dexterity 3
Stamina 4
Charisma 3
Manipulation 2
Appearance 3
Intelligence 3
Wits 2
Perception 3 Abilities:

Martial Arts 2 (Grappling 3)
Melee 2 (Kitchen Equipment 3)
Archery 1 (Basting 3)
Thrown 2 (While cooking 3)
War 1 (Coordinating 3)
Integrity 2 (Culinary Integrity 3)
Presence 2 (Those you Cook For 3)
Performance 2 (Hibatchi 3)
Resistance 3 (Working in a Kitchen 3)
Survival 2 (Foraging 3)
Medicine 1 (Health Foods 3)
Investigation 1 (Food 3)
Craft Water 5 (Comfort 3)
Occult 1 (Secret Recipes 3)
Lore 1 (Measurements 1, Food 2)
Athletics 1 (Lifting 3)
Awareness 2 (Taste 3)
Stealth 1
Dodge 1
Larceny (Gambling 3)
Socialize 1 (Favorite Meals 3)
Ride
Sail 2 (With Full Stomach 2)
Bureaucracy 1 (Ingredients 3)
Linguistics 2 (Native Old Realm,Two other Languages including maybe Guild Cant)

Backgrounds: Charms:


2nd Craft Excellency, 2nd Awareness Excellency
Meat of Broken Flesh
Spice of Custodial Delectation- Cooking gives them motes
Materialize
Affinity (Food) Control- Their internal organs may manipulate food and ingredients of wood and earth. Melodious Diagnostic Support- They may analyze anything they consume. Calculated Order of Immediate Action- They may create materials derivative of what they ate up to the amount in what they ate.

Essence Plethora
Ox Body x2

Essence: 2
 
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