Even if it was sharp and contorted enough to do lethal straight up the charm says weapon not 'all sources of lethal damage' so it has to be something specifically designed to be wielded as a weapon. The pit is not, it is a means of making servants which can incidentally kill people is they are not into eternal service.
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Even if it was sharp and contorted enough to do lethal straight up the charm says weapon not 'all sources of lethal damage' so it has to be something specifically designed to be wielded as a weapon. The pit is not, it is a means of making servants which can incidentally kill people is they are not into eternal service.
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I mean there are charms I believe that make usually inconsequential attacks very very consequential. Exalted is silly like that lol.
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@DragonParadox
Question on the side, will we look at the Akuma's corpse and sword this turn, or do we have to dedicate AP next turn to that?
Question on the side, will we look at the Akuma's corpse and sword this turn, or do we have to dedicate AP next turn to that?
That will take AP, you cannot figure out what do do with the corpse of an ancient near-demonic vampire in a few hours
Vote closed, looks like we are going in with the wizard. Time to roll appearance+intimidation and see what they get.
I specifically rechecked. It's also 4 dots:
All bakemono creating charms are created equal, basically. They are all 4 dots. They have different bonuses and downsides. Inner Devils is revocable. Latter Day Devil Implants is a) almost guaranteed to not create over mutations (there's WoG in the appendix about it), and can be used for upgrades like additional bionic arms, and Spawning Pit Sanctification also works as an attack (and I thought containment, but maybe not).
That's not what the actual charm rules say. Escape is never mentioned as a possiblity, and if it was possible to escape, there would be no explicit "only two choices: submit or die". I am fairly sure SPS pit is inescapable via a perfect Exaltation-backed BS. Sorta like the infinite desert.
So, to clarify - the pit is just a normal pit, and, for example, wouldn't work at all on a naagloshii or anything else that can fly? Because, well, they can fly. Or shift into NeverNever. Point is - if the pit doesn't have any anti-escape magic in it, then it's basically impossible to use on anything even remotely powerful. They'll either destroy the maggots, or escape via flight / teleportation / NeverNever transition.
Not unless you found some way to keep it from flying away, on the other hand if you incapacitate the thing somehow and throw it in it will work, it is physical enough for it.
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I suspect that @uju32 was confused by the fact that as a favored charm IDUC despite being a 4 dot charm costs the same as a 3 dot charm in a hell that isn't favored.
That shouldn't be a surprise, it's a charm for making Bakemono. Those guys are scrubs by design.
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I would propably force people to make some kind of concentration/Willpower roll to concentrate enough to shapeshift or gate out while being eaten alive by thousands of demon-maggots?
In any case, this makes it look like Inner Devils Unchained is a and Latter-Day Devil Implants are far superior charms as far as bakemono creation goes.
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Arc 6 Post 55: Tongue of Honey, Eyes of Darkness
Tongue of Honey, Eyes of Darkness
22th of October 2006 A.D.
Down the steps from street level through a brick lined passage that leads to a sea green door with an actual brass knocker McAnally's Pub is like the kind of place a D&D party might meet in. the faces of ghosts, gremlins and monsters out of tale peering out from among the shadows, carved in pillars three and ten. Thirteen were the apostles and one of them a traitor, thirteenth came Loki to the feast where Baludur died, thirteen the moons of the years, and thirteenth of the lunar fortnight is Triyodashi, sacred of Shiva and rich in good fortune. In truth the number is neither one nor the other any more than the pendulum swings only one way, thirteen is a number arcane makes each thing, each place a little more itself.
In normal times you would judge this is a place of rest and contemplation, communal without being cramped, comforting without being intrusive. Alas these are not normal times. Before you are even at the door you can hear chairs scraping back, the hum of conversation suddenly punctuated by raised voices young and old. By the time you actually in the room every other inhabitant is on their feet and looking to get out, hesitating only because they would have to pass the daunting gauntlet of a Warden of the Council and one Molly Carpenter.
A smile would look like a threat and any greeting would sound sinister from your lips you know at once and so you offer neither, instead looking at the hardwood floor, a moment's blush, then a quick look to Harry as though to ask him 'What do I do?' Not that you need an answer, you know to turn your head just so to look into the eyes of a bespectacled African-American with real strong mom energy and offer wryly. "Hi everyone. Er... False alarm."
A reflexive smile is followed by the man in the corner with the pipe shuffling back a little, then the older fellow with a cat in his lap thinks the better of startling his furry companion. Humans are at the end of the day a social species, when startled and afraid inclined to to act as the group does so as not to be left behind so once momentum shifts it keeps shifting. Quite a few people look sheepishly at their half drunk beers and then at the man behind the bar.
Instead of following their gazes as curiosity would dictate you turn to the wizard at your side. "Say hello, Harry."
"Hello Harry," he snarks back. Not exactly what you would have chosen, but it does the trick of making him look less like a magical threat and more like a guy who just once to get to his beer already instead of playing show and tell.
A few people do leave as the two of you approach the bar, but it is a far cry from the stampede for safety it might otherwise have been. Instead many, pairs of eyes are now fixed on the pair of you over the top of foaming beer and stakes, partly out of weariness and partly you suspect because this is going to be the really juicy gossip.
"Hey Mac, we are looking to organize a meeting..." Harry starts as you take the chance to observe the enigmatic man who had somehow managed to get his bar Accord Neutral Territory while being, ostensibly, entirely mortal.
A tall gangling man, enough so that he can look Harry in the eyes whose weathered features could place him anywhere from thirty to fifty. wearing black pants with a white shirt and a white apron, both spotless... really spotless. Cheating a little, because why would you not, you realize there is not a bit of fluff not a single fallen hair on the bartender. OK so he doesn't have hair of his own, but there is a cat in here, every white surface in a three mile area should have at least one hair on it.
Air is moving normally, not that, not a glamor he's not that kind of person, electromagnetism would make your hair fuzz a little, not that either, not fire-based or it would interact in some way with all the flame channeling enchantments Harry has with him, if only a flash out of the corner of the eye, entropy would hurt the beer, space warping would harm the symmetry of the room, temporal warping would... be insane and also cause headaches and nausea to seers and diviners. It's an absolute effect, a conceptual effect, Harry's favorite bartender has an conceptual effect keeping his apron and shirt clean. Either he is an old god who down-sized as far as it would do, and you cannot think of many old gods inclined to run a bar who would also run one as sedate as this, or... Would an angel be serving alcohol in Chicago? Christ did turn water to wine so maybe if he had good reason to.
Lost 3 Essence -> Now at 9/12 (Empathy Excellency; Occult Excellency; All Things Betray)
Briefly you feel a surge of guilt, but it's gone as fast as it had come on. Guessing that someone might be an angel is not 'knowing the mind of God' and it's not like you had any reason to assume he was one. Really this is a good thing, it tells you not to poke any deeper... and fair is fair you do feel kind of smug about figuring it out. Just call me Sherlock Molly.
McAnally is looking at you and tapping the menu.
How do you greet him?
[] Normally, order a root beer
[] Hint at what you noticed (Charisma+ Subterfuge)
[] Directly state what you noticed and make it clear you are not going to look any deeper
[] Write in
OOC: I know you guys probably will not take it, but if you directly call Mac an angel that is going to be a hell of a bomb to throw in the middle of the room full of minor talents.
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Rolls
Perception +Occult. no Excellency Looking at the Decor
Appearance+Intimidation Unintended Intimidation
Excellency on Charisma+Empathy to calm people down
Perception+Awareness to realize there is something odd about Mac
Excellency on what is Odd... oh Perception+Occult (DC 9-3 from ATB)... 11 successes
Perception +Occult. no Excellency Looking at the Decor
Appearance+Intimidation Unintended Intimidation
Excellency on Charisma+Empathy to calm people down
Perception+
Excellency on what is Odd... oh Perception+Occult (DC 9-3 from ATB)... 11 successes
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[X] Directly state what you noticed and make it clear you are not going to look any deeper
Not with the Crown at least.
We never promised not to make mundane deductions about the mind and host of God.
Not with the Crown at least.
We never promised not to make mundane deductions about the mind and host of God.
We are Exalted, throwing bombs into the established situation is what we are meant to do, some would say what we are meant to be.
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Cassiemouse
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[X] Directly state what you noticed and make it clear you are not going to look any deeper
Introducing ourselves by tossing a hand grenade into his life is still a dick move.
[X] Normally, order a root beer
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[X] Normally, order a root beer
All else aside, it's kind of hilarious that using his vast cosmic powers to automate cleaning his bar is what gave Mac away.
I bet he put considerable effort into proverbially forging his fake ID, and then we pick it apart immediately because he didn't think to skip on his old hygiene routine.
I bet he put considerable effort into proverbially forging his fake ID, and then we pick it apart immediately because he didn't think to skip on his old hygiene routine.
It might not even be something he did, but something he is, a being of purity in the same way DPE is a presence Molly cannot turn off
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[X] Normally, order a root beer
