Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

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No time to hit up a full review but lets see what each might mean for our domain and thus future builds.

[] Face the world as it is. While idle dreams can inspire, only toil and sweat can create beauty.

It considers reality to be ultimately a harsh thing(which is true), kept at bay by the labor and sacrifice of people.
Fundamentally pragmatic(and SV does love pragmatism), this may hinder art-for-art's sake like Argent Mirror's insight hinders theater type developments, but thats a ways down the line unless we keep adding bleak stuff. It might has some benefit in dispelling illusions and shedding debuffs?

It also lightly rejects windfalls and leisure via its themes, anything of value MUST be attained through effort, and it implicitly suggests that time not spent working is time wasted. Shen Hu and early Han Jian would have been judged harshly by the ideal I think.

Reminds me of the memetic Asian Parent driving their children to excel at all costs.

[] One person's desires cannot, alone make a home nor a family.

It considers the Home/Family construct to be fundamentally reciprocal. Ling Qi in her short life had seen many twisted relationships born of onesided desires:
-Her own mother was driven to prostitution via resisting the dictates of her clan and suitor.
-Huang Da's brief pursuit of her(and her friends) was intensely creepy and did neither of them any good.
-Xiulan's pursuit of Han Jian over their families' wishes tore them both apart, drove her to the literal brink of death and split her group apart.
-Meizhen's attraction to her nearly shattered her closest friendship.
-And the cherry on top, Zeqing's mess with her husband.

It takes two hands to clap. It'd PROBABLY penalize developing coercion effects down the line, but enhance understanding/communications. It'd also lean away from making people she sees as part of her Home do things for their own good however, under this Insight for instance, Xiulan's desire to pursue tribulation to risk death for power is her choice.

Love is great, but love is not enough.

[] A harsh ending is sometimes necessary, for a beautiful lie is poor foundation for a new beginning.

Truth as ideal. No white lies, no helpful misconceptions underlying relationships.
This is an interesting one, especially considering the number of helpful misconceptions which served Ling Qi well, since Xiulan initially was grooming her to be a retainer rather than a friend, and so was Meizhen. Meizhen's romantic interest in Ling Qi not being understood was also immensely helpful, because Ling Qi would have run for the hills before she grew close enough to Meizhen to perservere despite that. Ling Qi would ALSO have run for the hills if she realized Zeqing's truth back when she first met.
Granted, these all led to later blowups, but I think I can say definitively that Ling Qi was better off for the transient beautiful lie than the harsh truth.

So a distinctly mixed bag of an insight here. Should work well with Perception and Dispelling stuff though. Not so hot with illusions.
 
[X] A harsh ending is sometimes necessary, for a beautiful lie is poor foundation for a new beginning.

Lies make a poor foundation
 
[X] Face the world as it is. While idle dreams can inspire, only toil and sweat can create beauty.


Now is the best time that we have to establish ourselves as Cai Renxiang's right hand since we have no competition with Gan Guangli stuck down in the outer sect. We really need to capitalise on this and make ourselves indispensible to Renxiang, and I believe the first option is a good start to doing this as we will be amplifying our ability to make her ideal of justice a reality.

As an aside I would be concerned that our lack of support for Renxiang may cause her to overcook things which will certainly cause her both to lose her heirship and great face with her mother, and we should not forget that Shenhua indirectly remarked that we were pleasing to her tastes. If we don't help to support Renxiang, we may find ourselves serving the Duchess directly, which is unlikely to end well. Tyrannosaurus Regina is not likely to allow us any latitude to follow our own desires after all.
 
[X] Face the world as it is. While idle dreams can inspire, only toil and sweat can create beauty.
 
Boiling these all down to Terry Pratchett quotes:

[X] Face the world as it is. While idle dreams can inspire, only toil and sweat can create beauty.

If you trust in yourself. . .and believe in your dreams. . .and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.

[X] One person's desires cannot, alone make a home nor a family.

What was it that Granny Weatherwax had said once? "Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things." And right now it would happen if you thought there was a thing called a father, and a thing called a mother, and a thing called a daughter, and a thing called a cottage, and told yourself that if you put them all together you had a thing called a happy family.

[X] A harsh ending is sometimes necessary, for a beautiful lie is poor foundation for a new beginning.

'And which one is this?' he said. The truth that is so precious it must be surrounded by a bodyguard of lies? The truth that is stranger than fiction? Or the truth that is still putting on its boots when a lie is running round the world?' He stepped forward. 'That's your little phrase, isn't it? It doesn't matter any more.

[...]

'The truth has got its boots on,' he said. 'It's going to start kicking.'

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In other words, they are all great. :V
 
[X] Face the world as it is. While idle dreams can inspire, only toil and sweat can create beauty.
 
[x] One person's desires cannot, alone make a home nor a family.
[x] A harsh ending is sometimes necessary, for a beautiful lie is poor foundation for a new beginning.
 
"It looks like I'll need your help then," Ling Qi said with false cheer, glancing at the empty dark around them, she looked down at Hanyi, unsure how how best to handle this. After a moment's hesitation, she crouched, bringing herself down to the young spirits level. "Hey since I'll get lost, why don't you let Big Sister give you a ride. That way we won't lose each other by accident."

She didn't know what to expect, but driving winds and white-ed out vistas seemed likely. A connection as tenuous as held hands was unreliable.

Hanyi gave her a confused and suspicious look. "Your acting really weird Big Sister. So is everyone else. What's going on?"
Dang, sharp kid, can't manipulate her that easily.
Ling Qi shivered as she felt, deep in her bones the faint beat of a melody building in the darkness around them. For a moment her thoughts spun in circles as she tried to come up with another excuse, but...would that really help? "Hanyi…" she began, trying to find the words. "Your Mama needs to be alone for awhile. You've seen how she's been acting right?"

Hanyi frowned, scuffing her bare foot against the ground. "Yeah, but… being lonely hurts. How will hurting Mama more help?"

"Because she's afraid that she'll hurt us by accident," Ling Qi replied, finally dispensing with excuses. "Hanyi, being lonely hurts, but don't you think it would hurt her more if one us got hurt?"

Hanyi's lips trembled and for a moment Ling Qi thought she was going to cry. "I don't understand. Why would Mama be afraid of that? She loves me. She loves you, she wouldn't hurt us."

"Sometimes you can hurt people you love without meaning to," Ling Qi said quietly. "Hanyi, please, your mama wants me to take care of you while she's away. I don't want you to get hurt either."

For a moment she thought Hanyi was going to argue further, but the young girl hung her head, silver bangs shadowing her eyes. "...Kay," she sniffled. "I know Mama wants me to go. I felt it, but…"

"I understand," Ling Qi said, patting Hanyi's shoulder. "We need to go though."
Really perceptive there.
I think she might have figured it out before, she just didn't want to acknowledge it.

Wonder if she cottoned on her father's situation.
Hanyi gave a shallow nod, and finally did as she asked. Soon, Hanyi was perched on her back, legs tucked under her arms and arms around Ling Qi's neck. Taking a deep breath, Ling Qi stood, and the moment she did, she nearly staggered. Hanyi's weight, which had been like a feather a moment ago seemed to redouble again and again, until it felt as if Ling Qi had a boulder tied to her back.

"It's gonna get worse," Sixiang warned. "The weight… it's connected to this place."
And theres that Yukiko trait.
Feel the burden of the single mother's child. Soul crushing.

Leading her by hand would avoid the direct burden, but as we see later, we aren't going to have much choice about holding on of our own will.
"Big Sister?" Hanyi asked.

"I'm fine Hanyi," Ling Qi replied. "Which way do we go?"

With another sniffle of held back tears, Hanyi began to direct her. With Hanyi on her back, she couldn't flicker from place to place, not that she thought such techniques would avail her in the not-space that Zeqing's temple had become. Even so, she moved as quickly as her legs and the weight she bore would allow. Only Hanyi's direction allowed her to avoid crashing headlong into barriers she could not see nor sense. No matter how hard she concentrated there was no direction in this place, save for up and down, and even that twisted oddly at times, leaving Ling Qi to quickly find her balance as her floor became a wall, or worse a ceiling from time to time.
You know, this sounds a lot like FVM doesn't it? You could wander in circles even as you fly in a straight line.
Then the wind began to blow.

She felt Sixiang shiver in her mind, tendrils of awareness withdrawing back into her meridians with a snap. She felt the same cold in her extremities as the blackness began to grow gray, and then white, and she felt the first pelting daggers of ice. With a single breath, she activated the Hundred Ring Armament, cloaking herself and Hanyi alike in it's viridian glow. It proved prescient as, a moment later the whiteness howled and a gust of wind struck her like a blow from a giant.

Though her technique cushioned the blow, still she spun dizzily as the force of the wind flung her through the air. Hanyi cried out something in her ear, clinging tightly to her neck, and Ling Qi kept her grip even as she managed to land on her feet in the knee deep snow. That itself was a surprise, she had grown used to being able to walk lightly across snow and ice, but now she sunk into the cold, wet morass like a stone. The cloak of her gown flared and she began to rise, only for the wind to howl, slamming her back to the 'ground' with a painful crack. She bent her knees to absorb the impact, but it still sent a tingle of pain through her joints.
And now for the Frozen Soul Serenade.
Hanyi's weight dragged a fairy of wind and shadow to the ground.

Perhaps she did so for Zeqing too.


...Yet all along, the quiet beat that she felt remained subdued, a faint vibration felt in the depths of her soul. She kept herself alert, having no doubt that there would be worse trials than this.

"Well, your probably not wrong" Sixiang muttered. "Something bigger is…"

….

…….

………..

Ling Qi sniffled as she dropped to the ground, casting one last glance up at the dark window she had climbed out of. She rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes, wiping away her tears. Mama had been right to yell at her. It was her fault that Mama had gotten hurt last night. She was a bad girl. Lots of the other ladies said so when they thought nobody was listening. They were right.
...And she didn't want to be like Mama, or the other ladies. Most of the men that came to them were gross and mean, even when they weren't they were never nice. Even ladies from other places didn't like them or her. Grannies who would give out sweets to other little girls would turn their noses up at her and say mean things about Mama when her back was turned.

She didn't want that, she didn't want to hurt Mama, and she didn't want to get hurt by the mean men who paid for time with Mama. Ling Qi hunched her shoulders, pulling the bag she had stuffed with her clothes and some food she had snuck higher. Ling Qi took her first step away from home, where she could be free at last.

She shivered then as a cold gust blew, and the world seemed to swim. Ling Qi stopped in confusion, and fell to her knees gasping for breath. It felt like the sky had fallen on her shoulders. Grief welled her mind, overwriting her thoughts. She felt the mounting panic of a woman who woke to find her daughter gone, and the increasing desperation as her search turned up nothing, as pleas for aid in that search fell on indifferent ears. The collapse that followed as hours turned into days and hope guttered out and died.

Ling Qi sobbed, curling up on the ground as the storm of emotions assailed her. Could anything be worth that? She was going to hurt her Mama so much, and she was going to hurt so much. Memories of cold, empty bellies and broken bones assailed her. Memories of fear and brushes with death crushed her. Why was she doing this? Why was she leaving? Mama wasn't perfect, but she loved Ling Qi, even if she got mad, she would get hurt if it kept Ling Qi safe.

"No," Ling Qi muttered into the dirty street, pushing herself back up to her knees. The world flickered dizzyingly, and she felt her limbs stretch and grow. Was she a child or an Immortal? In that moment she couldn't say. "I can't go back."

Why not? Her own voice seemed to echo back.

Ling Qi struggled for a moment to answer, clenching her hands in the dirt/snow. "Because I don't want that," she hissed. "And Mom didn't want that. Even if it hurt, even if I hated it, didn't it come to a good end?"

The world shuddered violently and Ling Qi's vision went black.
And now, for the Lonely Winter Maiden.
First, the ghost of Winters past.
Of past regrets brought to light.

And a dream of a world where it was not regretted.
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"Exhausting yourself again I see. Will you never consider your own health?"

Ling Qi's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Meizhen's voice and she sat up in her chair, sending the blanket that had been laid over her fell into her lap.A fire burned merrily in the hearth in front of her, and she sighed in comfort at the slow creeping warmth that she could feel sapping the stress from her tired limbs. Still as she blinked, looking around at the snug wood paneled room, she couldn't help but think that something was off.
Second, the ghost of Winters future.
Of a beautiful dream.
"Where are we?" Ling Qi asked, looking to her friend, who kneeled gracefully before the fire, warming her hands.

Meizhen arched an eyebrow at her. "Did you strike your head? We are at home. You spent so long out hunting that Xiulan had to bring you back."

Ling Qi furrowed her brow, rubbing her temples to ease the persistent ache there, it was like someone was shouting inside of her skull. Right, she remembered now. She and her friends had left. The sect, the empire, and all of its baggage was behind them. There was no pursuit, none of them were important enough for that. The house rocked under her feet, and she knew it to be Zhengui's stride, taking them on a slow route through the far flung boreal valleys deep in the Wall.
They just let go of everything. Packed everything onto Zhengui and fucked off, severing all ties with the world that would keep them apart.

Also hi there Sixiang. Sorry we can't hear you screaming at us at the moment.
"Where is everyone?" Ling Qi asked absently, rubbing her head still. Maybe she had hit her head on something, this ache wouldn't go away.

"Your hangers on are tinkering with the formations arrays outside, and your mother and sister are resting," Meizhen replied smoothly. "Xiulan is warming herself in the bath after retrieving you, and Han Jian is in the mapping chamber."

"Sorry," Ling Qi apologized sheepishly. "What about Renxiang though?"

"In the office, you know how she is," Meizhen replied, turning back to the fire.

"Right," Ling Qi replied, grimacing. She didn't feel a bruise. Still something was bothering her. Had they really just left? Sure Renxiang's little sister had ended up becoming heir, and Jian and Xiulan had broken from their families for each other, but… would they really get to leave so easily? And why had they all come to her? She closed her eyes as the headache redoubled.
Han Jian and Xiulan abandoning their clan obligations to elope.
Renxiang giving up her way as Perfect Ruler.

Yeah, Ling Qi is calling bullshit on this, these aren't our friends. They're hollow shells with their faces.
"Are you alright, Qi?" Meizhen asked, concern clear in her voice. Ling Qi heard the rustling of cloth, and then a cool hand pressing against her forehead. "I did not detect any odd fluctuations in your qi, but…"

Ling Qi opened her eyes, looking up to see Meizhen leaning in uncomfortably close, her lips pursed. Her eyes traced the curve of the girls throat, and Ling Qi felt strange. "Meizhen...why...why are you here. Don't you have...responsibilities…" her words came out with difficulty, and her thoughts felt fuzzy and muddled.

She simply gave Ling Qi a patient look, as she straightened up. Meizhen let her hand drift down to rest atop Ling Qi's." Qi, my clan can do without me. That aside, I love you, of course I would follow."

Ling Qi felt her vision blur. Of course, Meizhen was her first and best friend, the hand that had given her the first and most important boost into the world of Immortals. What sort of terrible world would it be where Ling Qi couldn't return her feelings? Yet…. no it felt wrong. This fantastical scenario, this...
Ling Qi even got to where she could return Meizhen's feelings like she wished she could have back then.

But this is where the illusion rams up HARD against the person we know Meizhen to be. Argent Mirror reveals the truth: the Meizhen we know would never put her clan second.

And more, her clan would never forgive that either.
"...Ister, Big Sister!"

"C'mon Qi don't do this to me, wake up, wake up, this isn't your dreams," Sixiang begged her.

Ling Qi shook her head violently, and the blizzard resolved itself again before her eyes. She felt so tired and cold. "...Hanyi, Sixiang…?"

"I thought I saw mama and she looked scary, and then you stopped moving," Hanyi babbled, clutching her neck tightly.

"I dunno about Zeqing, but you just froze up, it was like there was a cage of ice keeping me out of your thoughts," Sixiang muttered fearfully. "Please get moving."

Ling Qi shivered, recalling the visions she had apparently experienced. Even as she did though she bounded forward, forcing herself through the wind and snow despite the fatigue dragging at her limbs. She had forgotten exactly what Zeqing was, not just a creature of brute force and snow storms, but a winter siren, who could bring those fell under her spell to death of their own will. She just had to hope that whatever Zeqing was doing to restrain herself to did not slip again.

...And yet, as she ran through the snow, banking and turning on the command of her charge, her thoughts kept returning to those visions and why she had rejected them. Her heart ached at the memory of it...and yet, she could not help but feel that there was a truth there.
And now for Winter, Present.

Advanced Insights, unlike regular ones do not arise from arts. Instead when undergoing a tribulation or trial, a chance may come to gain an advanced insight. These insight's result from mixing the ideas of previous insights and the domain baseline, and creating from them a more cohesive whole. Advanced insights do not take domain slots. Insights mixed this way are not used up, or otherwise lost.
And as others had discussed. This is probably the chokepoint for most people.
Tribulations don't grow on trees, and people who repeatedly seek out trials to prove themselves also don't tend to live to ripe old ages. It has to truly push you and your ideals

So the votes again. Now to take it from a different angle.
What aspects of Ling Qi does it amplify, and what does it suppress?

[] Face the world as it is. While idle dreams can inspire, only toil and sweat can create beauty.

This amplifies both the best and worst parts of her workaholic nature.
The identified purpose of idleness being to improve the results of your work, and in turn forging a link between effort and returns(much as the world doesn't actually work that neatly).
No art can be born without suffering perhaps?

It also highlights one of Ling Qi's flaws in that she's gotten used to windfalls and good providence. Certainly she works hard at it. She strives to make the most of them. But with her dedication alone, without the numerous boons of fortune she enjoyed, would she be here?

[] One person's desires cannot, alone make a home nor a family.

This highlights one of Ling Qi's...unique approach to friendship. She tends to just bulldoze around them. Pushing Xiulan and Meizhen together, trying to push in between Meizhen and Renxiang, how she effectively delegated the Ma sisters to Suyin and Su Ling, how she persisted against Han Jian's express efforts to distance themselves...well Ling Qi does this sort of thing a lot. Part of it is that she's missing a huge segment of the context, part of it is that she doesn't pay a lot of attention to what other people want(even when said people are trying to kill her)

And on the reverse side, she's seen onesided desires make a right mess of everything when pursued, as mentioned earlier, she's seen a lot of good things brought to ruin through one sided persistence, an unreciprocated relationship is an agony.



[] A harsh ending is sometimes necessary, for a beautiful lie is poor foundation for a new beginning.

This comes in two parts:
-Things must sometimes end, even if it hurts.
-You can start over, but not if you keep hanging on to an illuson.

It pushes to make a clean break where you must, so as to overcome a bottleneck in a relationship, or even to end said relationship for good. So for instance:
-Meizhen's initial relationship with Ling Qi was based off romantic attraction. Ling Qi's initial relationship with Meizhen was based off platonic friendship. They advanced to a point thanks to this, and they grew to understand each other under the illusion, but they could not progress without hurting each other, or themselves past that point. Thus, Lakegate.

-Xiulan's relationship with Han Jian was stuck due to clan obligations. Han Jian, in seeking to avoid hurting anyone, hurt her much more by never making a clean break of it, leading to great misery all around than if he had just broke it off cleanly.

-It belatedly occurs to me that the whole thing with not reporting our sabotage to Renxiang directly opposes the second part of this insight. We may be compelled to clear the air on that.

I was having trouble articulating this previously because something was nagging at me, but finally figured out what exactly was the issue.
Its the last point I couldn't recall until I wrote the whole big lot :V
 
[X] A harsh ending is sometimes necessary, for a beautiful lie is poor foundation for a new beginning.

I want to tell Hanyi we convinced her mother to kill her dad.
 
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